Sara opened her eyes and yawned. Her head was tucked into Grissom's shoulder, his arm curled around her waist, holding her. Raising her head slightly she saw Hank sprawled across the bottom of the bed, Romeo draped over her hip and Juliet sitting on Gil's chest staring down solemnly into his face as he stared up at her.
"Hi," she mumbled, putting her head back down and closing her eyes again.
"Good afternoon dear." Sara sighed and shifted slightly, deliciously happy to be curled up with her husband in a warm, soft bed. She felt light pressure on her back as Romeo walked up her spine and then pushed his nose into her ear. She yelped and sat up quickly, the kitten slipping into her lap.
"That was cold," she accused, picking him up and tickling him under the chin; Romeo purred and head butted her hand. Sara looked at Grissom and giggled; Juliet stared at him as she rested a paw on his nose and then sniffed his beard. Gil turned his eyes to his wife and raised his brows. Sara scooped up Juliet and deposited her and Romeo at the bottom of the bed with Hank, before turning back to Grissom.
"What time is it?" she asked, stretching.
"Nearly seven," answered Grissom, lacing his fingers behind his head and watching the very enjoyable view as she worked the kinks out of her spine. Relaxing, Sara caught his line of sight and raised an eyebrow at him. "Hey- I've been gone a while, you can't blame me for missing you. All of you," he grinned, catching her arm and pulling her down over his chest. The kissed, slowly and thoroughly, revelling in each others' nearness.
"So when do you let Dartmouth know?" she asked, as he rolled them over and, covering her body with his own, started kissing her neck.
"They called while you were sleeping," he told her, trailing his tongue along the edge of her jaw.
"What did you say?" Sara's eyes closed and she let out a contented sound a little like a purr.
"Yes," he mumbled around her earlobe.
"When can we move into the faculty housing?" breathed Sara.
"Three weeks from yesterday," he groaned, moving down her torso. His body movement disturbed, and then caused, their furry companions at the bottom of the bed to relocate to the corner of the room, disgusted. Sara's back arched when his lips fastened over her left breast. His hands slipped under her back and down; one strayed down the back of her thigh to her knee, and back up around the front. The fingers of Sara's left hand tangled in his hair while her right hand clenched the sheets as her body hummed with pleasure. As his lips moved to her right breast, Grissom slipped his fingers further down her body, stroking her slowly and sensually. When he moved up to face her, Sara mapped the plains of his face with her fingertips, before pressing her lips to his. She slipped her tongue between his lips, tracing the inside of his lower lip, knowing it drove him wild. Hearing a muffled moan, she grinned into his lips and continued to tease him. Grissom forced himself to pull away from her lips before she pushed him over the edge of control. Instead he attacked her neck again, working his way south and resuming his ministrations even further down while his mouth approached his destination. Blissed out, Sara felt her breathing ratchet up another notch when his kisses moved below her bellybutton. The home phone ringing on Sara's night table interrupted them rudely. Sara ignored it at first, as Gil skilfully worked his fingers while still kissing her. But the shrill ringing grated in her ears and she could bear it no longer. She stretched out a hand, scrabbling for the offending device and caught hold of it. In her haste to try and switch it off, she accidentally pressed the answer button just as a moan of desire and approval escaped her and her body arched into Grissom's hand.
"Hello? Sara, are you there?" asked Catherine's voice. Sara cursed and pulled the phone to her ear, gritting her teeth.
"Hello," she force out, her tone somewhat strangled.
"It's Catherine."
"Yeah?" Sara started reciting multiplication tables in her head when Grissom showed no signs of stopping what he was doing to her.
"I was wondering if you could come in an hour early tonight?" asked Catherine, oblivious to what she was interrupting.
"Fine," squeaked Sara, trying to twist away from her husband, who held on to her and grinned evilly up at her.
"Are you alright?" asked Catherine, concerned.
"Yes. Nightmare. You woke me up," lied Sara, biting her lip to keep from making a sound as Grissom slipped two fingers into her aching center.
"Oh, sorry."
"That's ok, I'll see you later," rushed Sara, her voice terribly uneven as Gil found her melting point. Sara hit the end button and then yanked the back off the phone and pulled the batteries out before letting the whole lot drop to the floor. She let out a choking gasp as a powerful orgasm crashed over her and Grissom moved to cover her with his body. Opening her eyes she saw him smiling and felt the pressure against her thigh. They moved together in the dance of lovers long used to each other; her legs moved around him as he eased himself into her. Their initial pace was slow and reverential, but soon escalated as the need to reach their shared goal overtook them. Sara ran her hands over as much of him as she could reach, needing the touch of his skin against hers; Grissom kissed her with every ounce of energy and desire he had ever felt, knowing there was no way he could be separated from her again. When their joint orgasms crashed over them in an earth shattering, all encompassing grip, they clung together, consumed in each other.
Lying together in an exhausted heap they began to slowly regain their bearings.
A soft, "wow," was all she could manage for a while; Grissom simply smiled against her skin and wrapped his arms tighter around her. When they parted, minutes later, and lay side by side, staring at each other, Sara ran a finger over his cheek.
"You will be the death of me," she remarked, amused.
"I can think of worse ways to die," he replied, capturing her hand and kissing her fingers.
"That was beyond incredible," she sighed happily.
"I'd say maybe I should go away more often, except I don't want to be away from you before I come back." He frowned, thinking over his statement. "Did that make sense?"
"I know what you mean," she giggled, "and we'd better not let Cath know you're back for a day or two, or she might put two and two together."
"You mean I'm not really your nightmare?" Sara elbowed him and sat up, her stomach grumbling loudly.
"Funny," she muttered, hunting for one of his old t-shirts and her slippers. Grissom hopped out of bed and pulled on his boxers, following her to the kitchen. As he started to make coffee and dinner she measured out cat and dog food. 'I was wrong', thought Sara, thinking back to a conversation with Catherine, and her inadvertent revelation about her married life. 'Great sex doesn't even begin to cover it.'
Leaving for work that evening was very difficult. For one thing, she could quite happily have stayed in bed. And, as she dressed in jeans and a sweater she noticed her ravaged neck in the mirror; her mouth fell open in disbelief as she saw the marks that very blatantly announced how she had spent her evening.
"Gil," she yelled, as she vanished back into the closet, hunting for a turtleneck sweater to hide the evidence that her husband was back in town.
"What?" he appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a towel. Sara yanked off her current jersey and tossed it aside.
"Have you seen this?" she asked, trying very hard to keep a straight face as she waved her hands at the offending proof of their desire. Grissom looked genuinely taken aback at just how well branded her skin was, but he just grinned and shook his head, his eyes full of mirth as he turned his attention to her lacy black bra.
"Is that new?" he asked. Sara glanced down confused, following his gaze.
"Oh, you weren't supposed to see it yet," she answered, cursing internally at her mistake. "Anyway, that's not my point. We're not teenagers, and I do have to appear professional at the lab, even if they all like to gossip about our love life," she scolded, though she was teasing really.
"Sorry dear," he tried, and failed, to be serious as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
"You are not," snorted Sara when they drew apart.
"Uh no! What can I say, you're beautiful, brilliant, amazing, enticing and all mine. How could I not want to make up for lost time?" Sara kissed him again.
"You're trying to charm your way out of trouble," she accused, pulling on the turtleneck.
"Is it working?" he asked, with a lopsided grin.
"Not really," she responded, slipping her feet into a pair of ankle boots.
"Why not?" he demanded, hands on his hips, a wicked glint in his eyes. Sara checked her appearance, making sure all that needed to be was hidden, and headed down the hall, Grissom following her. She picked up her purse, phone and keys and turned back to face him.
"Because," she said, giving him a hug and kiss goodbye, "you weren't in trouble to begin with." He laughed and she winked before closing the door and heading to work.
I hope you like it! There is a story in here, I promise. I just had to get this off my chest first, and who can't use a little more geek love? Please R and R, always appreciated.