A/N: And the chapter some of you have been waiting for-Grissom is home with Sara! Enjoy!

An Unusual Sequence of Events

Chapter 5

Harmony: a pleasing result

The reality of real life, of living days apart, took several long minutes—getting a treat for Hank, listening as Sara related messages from his mother, as well as filling in some everyday details, another message from a local entomologist researcher, and giving him an update of her upcoming work schedule. Grissom kept an arm around his wife as she talked, and as they moved around the kitchen, she would lean into his shoulder, place her lips against his skin to kiss him, leaving her face pressed against her husband as reassurance he was really with her.

As they moved from front door, through the living room, to the kitchen, his mind slowed; his thoughts floated—this is where I want to be, this is where I belong.

"I've missed you, Gil," she whispered as she placed both hands on either side of his head, cradling his face intimately. Their foreheads touched, and in seconds, all other real life issues took second place—or were simply forgotten for awhile.

Most of their clothes were left in a trail as they made their way to the bathroom. One word coming from Grissom over and over—"shower" kept Sara from pushing him onto the bed. Almost giddy with expectation, he laughed, "I've traveled too far and spent too much time in the same clothes!"

They moved as one; the shower blasted a spray of hot water across Grissom's shoulders and in minutes they were pouring liquids into palms and soaping each other from chin to toes, remembering warm, favorite places of lovers. Sara changed the shower spray to one of gentle warm mist. With extreme care, yet in a spontaneous act of nature, his hands touched her along her shoulders, traced down her arms to her chest, cupped her breasts in his palms, and gently circled each nipple with his thumbs.

There were times when a gentle touch or kiss caused one to catch an unexpected breath yet after an absence, their first union was all about sex—kissing, stroking—tender and passionate, remembering, swiftly taking pleasure in what had been missed. After the shower, when they had intimately cleaned each crevice and cleft, ears and elbows, belly, breasts, and bottoms, they stumbled in heated passion to the bed; neither cared or noticed the wet track left between shower and bedroom.

Their kisses became longer, arousing, savoring the taste of each other as their hands quickly explored. Sara's hands felt the strength along the length of his back as his tongue slid along her lower lip sending her senses into a raging waterfall. She tried to engulf him—her legs wrapped around his, her hands gripped and clenched finally closing around his shoulders. Gently, he lifted her; his mouth moved along the long curve of her neck, from ear to shoulder. Sara's fingers pressed against his back as his hand slipped to the place where the curve of her hips began. Very deliberately, he pressed her into that intimate space created between his legs which allowed him to feel the softness of her body against the hardness of his erection.

"Sara," he uttered and made a sound that was half moan, half muffled laugh.

Her hands and mouth were working—delicate pressure against his skin, fingers lacing through his hair. He probed, gently, softly, easing his way against the damp, throbbing entrance of her core. Her back arched against his body, aching with desire; he captured her face between his palms and kissed her as he began to move, slowly pushing inside her. The sensation of being completely encased by the woman he loved almost sent him into an immediate orgasm; he slowed his pace. But doing so caused Sara to lift her hips; she made a soft sound—much like the growl of a hungry animal, low and dangerously expectant. He plunged again, quickening his rhythm. The feeling of tightness around his erection strengthened as wave after wave of Sara's contractions built and abated until one long spasm tightened against him, clenching his shaft so he no longer had control.

At some point, their actions became too much for either to remember or consciously direct. He knew Sara reached orgasm and sailed away into oblivious bliss, no longer aware of what was happening around her. Driving himself deep inside her as he heard her choked cry of pleasure, he emitted his own groan as he exploded, physically he had no control as deep orgasmic spasms ran through his body; he could take no more of this divine stimulation. Deep from his lungs came the sound of satisfaction, happiness and passion as he collapsed over her wondrously soft body.

Sensations and feelings of warmth and tenderness, of being completely spent, of contentment and satisfaction kept them together; neither wanted to disturb this intimate togetherness. Sara's breath warmed his chest as Grissom lifted his hand to her face and then gently stroked her damp hair. Finally, they slept—Sara drifted into sleep before he did but not by many minutes.

If he dreamed, he did not remember, or perhaps it was because he was in the middle of a real life sweet dream that he slept so soundly. And when he stirred, instantly knowing he was in bed with Sara because of the scent in his nose, he knew he was already aroused as long fingers were playing with his penis.

"Sara," he breathed.

Her thumb stroked from base to tip; her fingers cupped, gently massaged, and held him. His pelvic muscles tightened just as her lips touched his ear lobe; he felt her teeth against his skin.

She whispered, "Finally, you're awake." The soft sound of her laughter acted as an aphrodisiac; his erection swelled as she held him, smooth and stiff in her palm. Her fingers circled and stroked his rigid member. Her mouth met his and her tongue swept along his teeth; immediately, his hands found her butt and he lifted her, urging her snugly against his groin. His hard penis slipped into that intimate soft space created for this purpose and for a few seconds, his erection bobbed before finding its home.

With one hand pressed against the back of her head, the other against her butt, he managed to push and roll himself on top of her, and with that movement, he entered the welcoming warm feminine center of her sex. He groaned—he knew it impossible, but she seemed tighter, swelled with passion, than she had previously; or, he thought, perhaps he was paying more attention this second time. Slowly, he moved, entering her at the same time he kissed her with deep, open-mouth passion, literally trying to taste the best parts of her.

Managing to move her slightly higher, he rocked his hips, both hands holding her butt as she arched underneath him. He felt her body clench and pull him into her; the heat and rhythm built as they moved as one. This time, they moved much slower, in a carefully modulating rhythm of passion so they climaxed within seconds of each other. Afterwards, rested and relaxed, they talked and played, kissing each other, unable to keep hands and fingers, feet and legs from constant contact with the warm body curved and fitted to their own. And Grissom worked—he kissed, touched, stroked, and caressed every inch of her body, paying special attention to those places of delight for him and for her. Moving his finger in a light stroke across the bottom of her foot caused Sara to giggle and turn her ankle a certain way. When he kissed her along the line where her breast rose from her chest, he heard the most erotic breath of air, a sweet sexy sigh just from his kiss. As his finger separated her very moist folds hidden in a triangle of tight dark curls, she flexed her knee, automatically shifting her body to give him access to the soft, glistening pink female flesh.

"Gil," she whispered as his tongue flicked against her dark swollen bud. He stilled her with a hand on her belly.

"Once more—for me," he said as he placed one finger into her ring of muscles. His finger probed, softly easing his way between her muscles, sweeping his finger against the wet walls of her vagina. Gently, he blew against her, flicking his tongue as his finger swirled inside her. His thumb provided a gentle massage to her clit.

Her muscles tightened, a rhythmic rippling cascaded against his finger; her back arched, her hips lifted. Her hands knotted into the bed sheet. Looking at her face, he saw an expression of passion and astonishment and he knew she was in free flight, climbing the waves to orgasm. He placed another finger inside of her as her body tensed; the rippling swelled as her body seemed to explode in waves of passion.

Grissom, as occasionally occurred when Sara climaxed like this, was suddenly aware of his own arousal. Quickly, he scooted his hips into place, and, with even more speed, he pushed his erection into Sara.

By the time Sara opened her eyes, she was met with a mischievous grin and sparkling blue eyes as he settled his elbows beside her shoulders. She giggled.

He smirked, "Sometimes unexpected surprises happen."

She wrapped her legs around his, slid her hands along his shoulders and back. "I've missed you." Her hand moved to the back of his head and she pulled him into a kiss as his hips began to move, down, up, gradually building momentum.

As his eyes closed, he thought—this is where I want to be…

When Grissom woke, he knew two things—the warmth at his feet was not Sara and her place in bed was empty. Opening one eye, he saw his dog spread across the bed. Slowly, he crawled out of bed—he did not feel old, but the kind of activity he had participated in earlier had sapped his energy. He chuckled as he found clean boxers and a shirt—an entire drawer filled with underwear was a true luxury, he thought. Washing his face, he decided instant hot water was another luxury.

He knew he had slept for hours by the shadows in the bedroom—a restful dreamless sleep that had escaped him for days. When he entered the kitchen, he found his wife and stood watching as she bent over, reaching into the oven. She wore a shirt, socks, and no pants which gave him a glimpse of bright purple panties as she pulled something from the oven.

He considered the sight one of the most beautiful, as well as sexiest, scenes he could imagine in his dreams—and this was no dream.

Softly, he said, "I like the view," as she stood, holding a pan of muffins in her hand.

She laughed. "You were exhausted—I didn't want to wake you."

Raking a hand through his hair, he watched as she placed the pan on the counter and then walked toward him. "You needed sleep. Hank has been walked and fed—resting in his favorite spot, I'm sure you noticed. Food in the refrigerator and hot muffins to eat." Sara's hand touched his face, her slim fingers held his chin as each thumb traced lightly underneath his eyes. "I'm so happy you are home."

Her words, the sound of her voice, emotional yet strong, touched him in a surprising way—his eyes pricked with unexpected moisture. "Sara," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her. "Why do we do this? Why am I away from you for days—weeks at a time?" He felt her sigh against his chest. "I think its time I had a serious talk with the guy at the university."

For long moments, neither made a sound or attempted to move. Finally, Sara said, "Gil, we've talked about this. You are doing what you've dreamed of doing. I don't want you to—to think you have to stay here all the time because I want a baby! I'm really okay with this—we're doing fine." She pulled away from him, smiling. "You know how I get—and with these hormones I'm sort of—wobbly—and you just got home and I want to stay here and love you all day and night!" She blinked back tears with a watery smile. "And I'm going in to work tonight so I can have two weeks off, but I'll be home as soon as I can get away—if it's a good night—maybe a few hours."

He nodded, knowing there was rarely a "good night" in Vegas. Knowing they had resolved nothing, yet she had said so much, he knew what he was going to do. He was tired of this separate life, a wandering life that kept him away from where he wanted to be; he wanted to be with his wife. And she wasn't the only one who wanted a family. He was more determined than ever to do all he could for her to have a baby; fertility drugs were useless if he lived half a world away. With no further discussion, he knew what he would do.

Back walking her to the counter where the muffins were, he took one, handed it to her, and took a second one for himself. "Tell me about your doctor's visit—I'm so sorry I couldn't get back."

"Its okay—this was only our third month and actually, it probably worked out for the best. I know I ovulated—my blood test was good, so the increased medication is working." She smiled as she placed a finger in the middle of his chest. "We've got to do it at the right time—get that little egg to the right spot so one of those little swimmers can slip inside and start a baby!"

Grissom folded his arms around her again; since she had announced her intention to have a baby, she had been optimistic—even in the midst of all the tests—she remained upbeat. "You are sure about this—you think it's going to happen?"

"I know it's going to happen, Gilbert! We are healthy—I'm a bit old for a first timer, but you are fertile and these hormones are pushing out a mature egg. You've got a good sperm count—fast swimmers, the doctor said." She had teased him for months about that fact. Her smile broadened. "Surprises happen! We might have started something already—it's late in the month, but maybe—maybe that little egg is still up there, waiting for its mate to show up!" She giggled, "and with three" she held up three fingers, "times in nine hours, there might be a few thousand little Gilberts swimming around right now."

He kissed her because she looked so sexy and cute; she felt sexy as he pulled her into another hug. He asked, "Do these hormones make you sexier? Or is it just me?"

He heard a muffled laugh against his neck. Sweet, sexy, very real, as he turned her around several times in a playful dance as he hummed an old song. With him holding her tightly, Sara laughed and it was all the music he needed to hear. He was where he wanted to be…where he belonged…with the person he loved more than anyone on earth.

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