'Isn't it your last day of suspension today? You're due back in tonight?' He climbs back into bed, teeth brushed, pyjamas on and two books tucked under his arm. He has made himself more at home in Sara's apartment than Sara has over the last five years living there.
'Wow.' She pushes her knees down to lay flat and closes her book not before carefully placing her bookmark in-between the pages. Turning she rolls her tongue around her mouth, eyeing him up and down.
'What?' He pulls the comforter over his legs and opens his first book, scanning the pages, looking for his place, setting the other book down on the bedside table without even looking where it lands.
'That switch.' He hums at her, in acknowledgement that she spoke but he obviously doesn't get it. She continues, pushing her side of the comforter down away from her body, dropping her book carefully on the floor at the side of the bed, it lands with a thud, her page could be lost, but she doesn't seem to care.
'From boyfriend to boss man in mere seconds.' She leans forward, coming to kneel and shrugs, looking past him towards the door leading out of her room.
'I mean I didn't expect it in the bedroom but… Ok.' She begins to crawl over towards him her intentions not so innocent, stalking him like a predator stalks their next kill. He eyes her over his glasses and puts a handout on her shoulder to stop her, his eyes dropping back down to his book.
'Hear me out…' She pouts and sits back on her heels. 'We sleep now. I'll head over to my place, pick up a few things and cook us dinner before shift?' He looks up again searching her face for an answer.
'What's the occasion?' She punches the pillow at her side, shifting its contents around readying it for this sleep he is talking about.
'Does there need to be one?' She smirks and reaches for his hand, turning it over in hers. Seven days ago, she wouldn't have imagined being able to touch him like this, or even in her wildest dreams did she imagine a freshly showered Gil Grissom in her bed on a Tuesday morning.
'Are you planning on wining and dining me?' She stares at him from deep under her long brown eyelashes. He shrugs, watching her slim long fingers dance across his skin.
'This week has been…' He pauses, searching for the rights words, not only has he broke his dry spell of six years of no sex but more importantly, he has plucked up the courage to let someone in. And if the last week is anything to go by, Gilbert Grissom is going to be a very happy man til his last day on this earth with that someone.
'Amazing? Hot? Crazy?' She snaps him out of his inner monologue. He leans forward and pushes his lips onto hers.
'I think we need to celebrate… Our new beginning. What do you think?'
'I'd like that.' She rolls back to settle on her side, as if she has a side to her bed now. Happy that she is on board, he readdresses his book, and she watches him read the pages, licking his finger slightly before turning the page.
'Thank you.' She whispers, then regrets it instantly. She sees his eyebrows quirk up in that adorably annoying way of his and he turns, questioning her with his eyes, closing his book slowly, biding his time.
'For not running away from this. From me.' He squints at her in that way he does when he is thinking of what to do next. How to not fuck this up. A tear sits, dancing along her bottom eyelashes, ready to fall. He reaches for her and pulls her into him, a hug, reassurance, comfort, what is quickly starting to feel like home. Placing a kiss on her temple, into her hairline, inhaling her scent. He smiles into her hair.
'Let's sleep.'