A/N: Hello, hello :) Back again. Three chapters in the space of a week? I must be going mad, lol. But again, everyone asked so very nicely for a quick update so here we are :D So, the wedding night continues but I feel Grissom's control may be about to break. Can't say I blame him.

As always my thanks for your thoughts, please keep them coming and thank you to Calim for your beta and great additions. It makes that strawberry all the sweeter :P

*** - PLEASE NOTE: RATING FOR THIS CHAPTER IS STILL "M" FOR SEXUAL CONTENT. WELL, M'ish. PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY. THANK YOU.

So on we go….

Chapter 143

Sara felt her tummy tingling as he reached into the bowl, retrieving his own strawberry before placing the bowl out of harm's way. It was his turn to play and she suddenly became incredibly nervous. However, it was only fair he be given his turn, after all, she had agreed to reciprocation. Plus if she was going to try and let go then she had to start doing it soon.

"Lie back and relax," he requested softly.

Swallowing hard, she did as he asked, shuffling backwards and lowering herself onto the pillows until she lay flat. She watched as he shifted closer, raising his right leg to straddle her left one and she felt the heat of his erection on her thigh as he hovered over her.

"Do you trust me?" he asked quite seriously.

"Yes," she answered immediately.

The tingling in her stomach began to move lower at his question and she found a burning beginning to grow. The burning that only he could make happen.

He twirled the strawberry between finger and thumb. "I want to taste you, Sara," he told her huskily. "May I do that?"

A sharp breath caught in her throat, the burning increasing with every request he made. Swallowing again, she nodded, her nervous fingers gliding along the sheet she lay upon.

"Then close your eyes and let your senses take over."

After taking a deep breath, her eyes closed and she tensed feeling the weight of his chest upon her own.

"Relax…" he whispered again, placing the strawberry onto the tip of her nose and she twitched.

"I can smell it…" she said quietly and he smiled.

"Good…"

Gliding the fruit down her nose, he brought it to her slightly parted lips, gently running it over her top lip before dropping to the bottom. A tender sigh from her mouth caught his ears and his eyes found her face, the look of pure concentration he saw made him grin but she was still a little tense. He wanted a look of pleasure, not confusion.

"Part your lips a little more for me, honey…" he requested and she slowly did so, her tongue poking out for a second and he felt like eating it. However, he withheld his urge.

This was about her, not him.

"Take a bite," he guided, slipping the tip of the strawberry between her lips and Sara slowly bit down, taking the end of the strawberry into her mouth. Not much, just the very bottom but that's exactly what he wanted. Now, the juices would flow. "Nice?" he asked.

"Hmmm…" she mumbled, eating her little treat. But that was only the beginning and she flinched when feeling the cool fruit being dragged across her chin then down to her throat.

"Keep your eyes closed," he insisted, noticing as they flickered.

As his lips found her skin and feathered gently across her throat, she whimpered. When his tongue literally snaked the entire length of her throat lapping up every single drop of juice from the strawberry, she gasped.

"Oh my, God," she cried, her lips trembling at the amazing sensation, feeling a little more pressure from his body upon hers as his tongue snaked upwards to her ear to nip at the lobe.

"I like this game," he sighed hoarsely, dropping what was left of the strawberry on the bedside cabinet. "But I fear we have to take it up a notch if we are to continue," he then whispered in her ear. "Do you want to continue, Sara?"

Her eyes opened and he sat back to look at her. For the first time he saw hunger there. Yes, there was still trepidation but it was that craving he needed. And there it was. Dazedly, she blinked then licked her sticky lips still tasting of strawberry.

"What…does the rest of this game entail?" she asked with a quake in her voice. "What do you want to do?"

"I would like…" he began, his eyes working down her body, "…to taste every inch of your body…touch…caress…make you feel so good, honey. Let you see that…it's not just about sex."

He inhaled a long happy breath, the thought of doing just that hitting his crotch tenfold. Leaning back a little more he ran his hand slowly down her throat, between her breasts until it came to rest upon her stomach.

She shuddered, her breathing quickening.

Running his hand lightly over her stomach, his fingers pinched at the material of her chemise. "I would need you in all your glory for that," he told her and very quickly, she blushed.

"Naked?" she squeaked then moaned as his hand rose back to her breasts where he dared give the right one a gentle fondle.

Sara sighed. It actually felt nice.

He looked deep into her eyes. "Yes."

Watching her swallow, he feared a negative answer so was rather stunned by her reply.

"You first."

His right eyebrow inclined but then he smiled. "All right…" he agreed, quickly pushing himself up and stepping from the bed before she had chance to change her mind.

Sara sat up and watched as he began unbuttoning his shirt, only getting halfway before pulling it over his head. Keen wasn't the word and it was pretty obvious he was in a hurry.

She just loved his body and sighed. So perfectly built and muscular with a trim waist. And, even though he'd been shot, the lack of exercise hadn't caused too much of an issue with his physique. Not that she would've cared if it had.

As he pulled the cord on his bottoms and swiftly pushed them down, Sara found her eyes instantly lowering and a nervous gust of air escaped her when she finally saw the root of his discomfort for the first time that evening. He looked even more remarkable than she remembered. And, even though they'd already had sexual relations, it still scared her to death.

He stood there for a minute allowing her to take him in. Making her feel as comfortable as possible was his main priority.

Kicking the bottoms from his feet, he stepped back to the bed, looking down at her. "Are you all right?" he asked, feeling surprisingly blasé about his nakedness.

"Um…"

Clearing her throat, she slid to the edge of the bed, looked up at him then raised her hand. Her action startled him and he bit down hard on his lip as she hovered over his erection.

"May I?" she asked, her eyes finding his again. "I mean…um…I need to get to know you again and…I'd feel more comfortable if I can…touch…before you…do anything…to me…and…I…"

"Sara…"

She paused, noticing his eyes were blazing again so she was surprised by his gentle tone.

"Honey…you're rambling. Just take a breath and relax…"

Nodding, she did so and Grissom closed his eyes for a minute, trying to process her request. She wanted to touch him? Good Lord, she was going to drive him mad and it was the last thing he expected. After a deep breath of his own, he looked back at her.

"Yes…" he began, "…you can touch, but please…not too hard, okay? I…may have a little accident if you do."

Managing a smile, Sara swung her legs over the bed so she was completely on the edge. Ever so slowly and with an immense look of concentration on her face, she coiled her hand around him. He hissed, his eyes slamming shut and his chest heaved. Jesus, it felt so good.

"You're…very hot," she said, lightly stroking his hardness.

"Yesss…" he panted, gritting his teeth, his right hand falling to her shoulder. "That…kinda happens when…ughhh…" He couldn't quite finish what he was saying and had to concentrate on his breathing instead.

She looked up at him as his eyes opened and was startled by the darkness she saw there. His breathing was harsh and his stare ferocious. It must be agony for him to hold back like he was. How many men would do this for their woman? Not many.

Carefully releasing him, she withdrew her hand and he sighed heavily, squeezing her shoulder probably a little harder than he should have but she didn't seem to mind.

"Thank you," she said softly as a bead of sweet ran from his forehead and down his cheek.

Licking his lips, he nodded, raising a hand to his forehead to wipe the sweat away. "Welcome…" he squeaked, just about getting his head straight now. But, it was now in deep, dark territory and he had to pull it out of there because he knew Sara wasn't ready yet.

Keeping her smile, Sara reached for his champagne and held it out to him. "Drink this…"

"Thank you," he said, taking the glass and finishing the contents in one swift mouthful.

"Better?" she asked.

Nodding again, he placed the glass down. Yes, it had helped. For now. "And here's me thinking I'm supposed to be the one making you happy…" She giggled and that truly made him smile. Was she actually relaxing now? "So, did that help you?" he asked, his breathing finally leveling out.

She gave him a true look of gratitude and held out her hand. He took it and she pulled him down to sit next to her. "Yes, it did," she told him. "And I know it was probably a silly thing to request but the more I can get reacquainted with you, the easier it's going to be."

"I know that," he answered, rubbing a hand up her arm, enjoying the feel of her warm skin on his fingertips.

"And your patience with me is unbound, Gil. I really don't know how you…" She silenced when his finger found her lips.

"No more talk," he requested, his head dipping as he kissed her cheek, her chin, her forehead. "I have something I need to do, remember?" His whisper was raspy in her ear and she shuddered.

Pulling back he found her eyes again and she gave him a nod. "Undress me at your will…" she challenged and, oh boy, did his cock twinge.

Offering no words to that, he took her face in his hands and kissed her lips, hard and long until she was whimpering under his caress. Then he pulled back.

"Hummm…" she mumbled dizzily, blowing out a breath and running her hand down his cheek.

"Lie back down," he ordered this time instead of requested and she blinked at him.

"Are you…not undressing me?" she questioned looking a little confused.

"I will…" he answered leaning towards her and she quickly scooted backwards as he advanced.

Falling onto the pillows she had no time to think for his lips swiftly descended back onto hers in yet another heart thumping kiss.

Yet again he enjoyed the glory of her mouth, his hand feathering lightly down her ribs to her thighs, feeling her stiffen a little when he slipped under the bottom of her chemise and began climbing. Slowly pulling from the kiss, he tipped his head back and her eyes opened to meet his just as his hand reached the top of her thigh. Lightly stroking her skin he kissed her chin again then shifted downwards, moving his legs in-between her thighs, his lips skimming across her throat and towards her chest where he continued over the material until he reached her waist. Pausing, he dropped his chin onto her stomach and gazed up at her.

"Okay?" he asked softly.

The nod she gave made him feel good. They were progressing. Smiling, he slid lower and gripped her chemise. As he bunched it up, raising it past her thighs, Sara's eyes closed and she gasped feeling herself becoming completely exposed to him.

She was a glorious sight and he groaned when planting a kiss upon her thigh, smelling her heat. She was aroused. Thank God, she was aroused. Her hands found his hair as he slid his tongue across her thigh, gripping into his curls like her life depended on it and she moaned as he got closer to her most sensitive areas.

"Gil…" she whimpered feeling his beard scrape across her skin, the burning in her thighs becoming hot and intense.

Smiling, he skipped pushing his luck just yet and worked back up her body, taking the garment with him as his lips brushed up her stomach and to her breasts.

Sara quickly sat up and raised her arms. He liked that. He liked it a lot. She was warming to him and she was keen.

Quickly, he pulled off the chemise and threw it to the floor, taking her face in his hands and giving her another searing kiss. Lowering her back down, never breaking the kiss, the feel of her skin on his took this to a whole new level.

His lips skated across her cheek to her ear where he merrily chewed on the shell. "You're amazing…" he sighed.

Sliding her hands up his back, her fingers glided through his hair and she tugged his head back, struggling to catch her breath. Their eyes clashed and she leaned close, kissing him tenderly on the lips.

"So are you," she whispered, her tongue slipping from her mouth to glide over his lips. Oh, her confidence was growing all right so he knew it was time to continue the game before the mood changed.

"May I…" His eyes worked over her face, "…taste some more?"

Her lips puckered as she brought her right hand down his shoulder, resting it there. "On one condition," she replied.

"And what might that be?" he asked, feathering light kisses down her cheek.

"That I get a full strawberry to eat first."

He laughed, his eyes moving back to hers. "I think I can manage that."

Giving her a wink, he rolled away and grabbed the bowl of goodness then knelt beside her. Taking a strawberry, he held it up then stopped as he got his first good look at her since their seperation. Sighing deeply, his hand lowered.

His gazed brought forth a bashful smile from her. A quick flick of her eyes below his waist confirmed his commitment was still intact. How he was managing to control himself she'd never know. Raising her hand she gave him a sultry grin then crooked her finger.

She opened her mouth to accept the strawberry and laughed as he nearly growled, dropping it inside. Laughing as she chewed, she jumped when his hand found her breast, his palm gently rubbing over her nipple. She barely managed to keep herself from spitting out the fruit at the sensation.

"Very tasty," he cooed and her eyes rolled in pleasure as she swallowed the fruit down.

"Gil…" she gasped, covering his hand with her own, her eyes shooting to his.

He kept his hand where it was, moving it in a very slow circle, feeling her nipple harden under his touch. Their eyes locked and with every smooth whisk of his hand, her eyes grew darker and drowsier but she hadn't pushed him away so that was a sign that increased his hopes.

Dazedly blinking, she let out a shuddering sigh and licked her lips. "I think…" she began quietly, barely managing to get her words out, "…that you should…" Taking the biggest risk yet, he moved his hand just a little quicker. "Oh, God…" she panted, her chest now rising and falling so quickly it was as if she was running.

He couldn't take any more.

Pushing the bowl aside, Grissom decided the time for play was over and if he couldn't progress now without fruit, then he wasn't going to progress at all. He had to be a man, his body demanded it and he prayed to the heavens above that Sara was ready to be a woman.

Cradling her cheek with his free hand, he smothered her mouth, kissing her wildly, rougher than he dared too yet. Relief filled him when her hands took his face and she gave back with an equal amount of vigor.

They kissed like this, sloppily, aggressively, taking in each and every single inch of each other's mouth until they were both so breathless that they had to part just to get some air into their lungs.

Not allowing any time for recovery, Grissom's lips were swiftly back on Sara's, leaning over her to push her into the pillows. His legs slipped between hers to part her thighs as he rested himself over her body.

Going for her throat again, he licked and sucked the delicate skin like his life depended on it, grunting into her when he felt her fingernails digging into his back. It was the distant sound of her saying his name that slowed his precise lick down the entire length of her throat and brought him back. Raising himself up, he floated above her.

Her eyes were misty and glazed and his heart caught in his throat. Had he taken things too far?

Slowly and carefully, he moved his hand and caressed her cheek again as she just stared up at him.

"Sara?" She blinked at him but didn't say anything and he swallowed. "Honey…talk to me," he whispered, trying to catch his breath. "Please…tell me what you want…"

*** - "She kisses his lips; he kisses hers; they solemnly bless each other. The spare hand does not tremble as he releases it; nothing worse than a sweet, bright constancy is in the patient face. She goes next before him- is gone..."

*** - Extract taken from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

A/N: Oooh, i did it again didn't I? I do love to tease and you know how I like my endings making you want more. So, do you want more? Can Sara go through with the final act or will she jump down the well? Interesting thought... Let me know what you think! Have a great day :D