A/N: Back again :) Am I still wearing smut hat? Let me check…yup :P So, I guess we better see whether Sara can manage to let go or not. I sense a breakthrough :) I just hope Evil hat can stay away.

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On we go. Hurrrrrrrrrrrah! :D

Chapter 145

He was dizzy with pleasure, his eyes glassy and drowsy as he watched her lick the whole way down his length and then back up again before popping the head back into her mouth.

"Christ, Sara…" he gasped his right hand sliding through her hair and holding on for dear life.

Her eyes flicked to him and, if her mouth hadn't been so occupied, she would have flashed him the biggest grin she could muster. His head lolled from side to side, his hips rising to meet her wicked movements but no matter how much he was enjoying this kind of attention, he knew he couldn't take much more.

"Hhhhoney…" he stammered. "Going…to have..ugh…," he swallowed, his teeth clenching, "…an accident if you're…not careful…"

Giving him one more determined suck, she pulled her mouth away but didn't dally. Needing to keep up the pace and her confidence, she swiftly straddled his thighs and with an equal amount of speed, he grabbed her face, pulling her down to him and their lips crashed together, hot, wet and determined.

She grinned into him as their tongues dueled sloppily, shivering as his hands travelled the whole way from her shoulders to bottom where he cupped her butt and gently squeezed. Pulling away, she sat up straight, dropping her hands to his chest as his blazing eyes captured her stare.

"I need you to do something for me," she requested quietly, breathlessly, running her fingertips over his chest as the scorching between her thighs reignited.

Licking his lips he quickly nodded. "Anything…"

Smiling, she inhaled a deep, long breath, her hands continuing to slide over his smooth skin. She knew he enjoyed it, the tiny moan she heard confirmed it. If he'd been a cat he would've been purring.

"I need you to…ooooh…" she paused with a groan as his hands snuck inside the unbuttoned shirt, confidently taking her breasts in his hold.

Closing her eyes she enjoyed his attention for a moment, another long breath falling from her lips, but she couldn't let him take over. Slowly, her hands covered his stalling his movements.

"I need you to let me do this my way," she managed to get out. "Give me full control. I give, you take. Can you do that?"

He blinked, her request slowly filtering through his brain, understanding her reasoning.

"If…that's what you want," he answered sincerely lowering his hands.

With her smile returning, she leaned in to give him another quick kiss before reaching behind her to grasp him once more and his eyes fluttered closed as she pumped him again.

"So hard…" she mewed and his eyes opened on a heavy swallow.

"Only for you…"

Her eyes alluringly narrowed, her heart beating faster and faster as she prepared herself to take that next step. Raising up, she slid down him a touch and held him at her opening then slowly lowered herself upon him, eyes closing as she sheathed him completely.

He moaned, biting down hard on his lip, willing himself not to thrust up into her.

And there she sat, feeling him inside her, completely still until she felt his hands softly grip her hips.

"You feel good…" she sighed, their gaze locking.

"So do you," he replied softly.

The moment was intense for them both and even though Grissom could think of nothing better than emptying himself inside her again, he was patient and waited until she was ready. Soon enough, she began to move and he wished beyond hope that this time, she would be able to let go…

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Her cry echoed through the cabin and she collapsed on top of him, breathless, sweating but oh, so, sated.

Trying to catch his own breath, Grissom's smile beamed as his hands glided up her back, coming to rest in the center to press her against him. He kissed her dampened hair as she slipped from him, her legs sliding between his, her panting hot and slick upon his chest.

"Are you all right?" he whispered, his fingers tenderly running circles over her back.

"Oh, yes…" she breathed, her right foot gliding down his left leg as she stretched out contentedly. And then she giggled, well and truly giggled.

Crooking his neck he looked down at her just as she looked up and the happiness he saw upon her face gave him a feeling like no other he had ever experienced making his heart swell. The look in her eyes was bright, vibrant and free and he smiled as she passionately kissed his lips.

"Thank you," she said softly, her finger touching his lips, gently brushing back and forth.

"It was my pleasure," he replied huskily.

She giggled again, dropping her head back to his chest loving the feel of his hands moving through her hair.

"Gil?"

"Hmmmmm?"

She shuffled, snuggling into him, her head falling to his shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"

Continuing to weave his fingers through her hair, he sighed happily. "Of course."

Licking her lips, she kissed his neck before starting. "Do you…remember the conversation we had at our engagement party?" Frowning, he tried to think back as she continued. "About…having a family…" Feeling him tense she raised herself again, looking back into his eyes. "I gather by your posture that you do remember then?"

"Yes," he said quietly. "I remember."

Her hand raised to his chin where her finger ran down his dimple. "Well…unless you didn't notice we just…um…" His eyes flickered, trying to read her thoughts, "…went all the way…twice…without…" her shoulders shrugged, "…you know. I could…get pregnant again."

He gave her a gentle smile. "No," he said plainly and she frowned.

"What do you mean, no?"

"It's not your time, Sara," he answered. "The risk is minimal."

Her frown grew. "I don't understand."

Bringing his hand to rest upon her glowing cheek, he brushed his thumb lightly over her skin. "A woman has a certain time when she…you know…um…has her…thing and between those times are safer periods for relations. I've come to learn your body enough to know that you are currently in yours."

She blinked at him. "How on earth do you know that information?"

"I have read several books on the subject."

"Really?" she snorted.

"Really. I find it quite fascinating." His hands ran down her arms. "After all, the female body is a wonderful thing. It's only fair to try and understand it."

Her nose twitched. "Such a smooth talker," she laughed. "But…" She held up a finger, "…it's not a 100% guarantee that we are completely safe."

His lips pouted. "No," he agreed. "But the chances are very small. I wouldn't worry."

Now she sighed before biting down on her lip. "I'm not worried, Gil. I…" Pausing, she sighed again knowing this probably wasn't the best time to be talking about this but now they were on the subject she may as well continue, "…we never did finish our conversation from that night, did we? I do want a family, Gil." There, she'd said it. Swallowing, his mouth popped open and as words failed him he sighed now. "We can't ignore it," she continued. "Especially not that we're married."

"I know…" he whispered, his entire body slumping on another sigh. "But…can we please discuss this some other time? Right now, I just want this to be about you and me. Nothing else."

Pouting her bottom lip, her right eye twitched as she looked deep within him. "Promise me we will talk about this. It's important no matter how difficult it may be."

"I promise," he replied sincerely then softly kissed her lips.

Offering her own sigh as he pulled back, she gave a single nod leaving it be for now. But, the subject would come back up. That she would make sure of.

"I love you," he said genuinely and she smiled brightly.

"And I love you, too," she answered and as he smiled back, her lips returned to his and they got lost in yet another long and blazing kiss…

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Sara lay on her side, watching as her husband stoked the fire. It was quite a sight seeing his nakedness glowing through the semidarkness and it captivated her. When he rose and turned he noticed she was staring at him and his lips pursed.

Holding out her hand, he quickly returned to bed, sliding in behind her. Wrapping his arm around her, he snuggled in close and kissed her hair.

"Warm now?" he asked.

"Hmmm…" she answered, taking his hand and holding it close to her heart. "Cozy…"

His lips slipped to the back of her neck and he nibbled "Can I get you anything?" he muttered into her.

Giggling as his lips roamed around to her throat, she brought his hand to her mouth and gently kissed his fingers. "No," she answered. "I have all I need right here, right now." Grissom smiled. "But there is something I didn't think of that I…well, we will need later."

"Oh?" He pulled from her throat to drop his chin onto her shoulder and she reached back to caress his cheek. "What might that be?"

"A bath."

"Oh…."

"Exactly and by your tone, Mr. Grissom, I think that's going to be a little harder than it sounds."

"Yeah…" he mumbled. "I would think because I haven't lived here for a while and with the weather being so cold that the well will be frozen solid. You normally have to stay on top of such a facility in order to keep it in good working order."

"I suspected as much," she agreed, rolling over to face him. "We'll have to go back to the house because no matter how much I'd rather just stay in bed with you for the next week, I'm already feeling a little…"

He smirked. "Dirty?"

She snorted then smirked back. "Quite, and I blame you."

"Do you now?"

Sara tried hard to keep a straight face but she just couldn't do it and burst out laughing, flinging her arm over his shoulder to pull him into a tight embrace. "It was worth every single dirty little moment."

He laughed back. "I'm so glad."

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Grissom's eyes slowly opened when the sound of someone knocking reached him. Feeling Sara atop him, he instantly smiled. Her head was on his chest, her breath tickling his skin. He'd give his last drop of blood, his last breath to protect this woman to the ends of the earth and back.

Running his hands up her back with a happy sigh he realized it was morning, the daylight visible through the drapes was his confirmation of that. And he had no doubt that the knock would be a delivery from Rana.

He kissed the top of Sara's head, simply looking at her for a minute before deciding to wake her.

"Sara…" he whispered, kissing her again. She stirred, barely, her lips clicking together as she dug her head deeper into his chest. "Honey?" he tried again.

"Hmmmmmmm…" she breathed, running her feet up his legs.

"I need to get up, sweetheart."

Her eyes slowly opened and she looked up to him with a yawn. "Why?" she complained. "So comfortable…"

"Because...," he began, tapping her on the nose, "…breakfast has arrived."

"Breakfast?" she questioned eagerly, her eyes gleaming.

He gave a slow nod. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed and he laughed.

"Then can I get up?"

She gave him a long kiss then returned his smile as she shuffled off of him. Chuckling, Grissom stood then stretched out with an amazing feeling of satisfaction. He'd never felt so good.

"You might want to put something on," Sara advised and he frowned at her. "Just in case someone should see…" Her eyes drifted downwards and she sighed happily.

He looked down at his nakedness and then back to her. "Probably a good idea," he snorted, moving to the closet to grab his robe as she laughed.

After wrapping himself up, he hurried to the door, poking his head out and having a quick look around. Seeing no one, his eyes found a large wooden box. Smiling, he grabbed the crate and backed inside, shuddering a touch as the cold air hit him just as he shut the door.

Sara scooted from the bed, grabbing her own robe from her belongings and slipped it on.

"This is heavy," he told her, placing the box onto the table.

"Hopefully, that means lots of food," she replied enthusiastically, tying the belt on her robe then joining him.

"Well, let's take a look."

Removing the lid then a white cloth that was covering the booty beneath, Grissom smiled at what greeted them. A large coffee pot, corn bread, eggs, sausage, fried potatoes, bean stew, sliced ham and hot cakes.

"Mmmmm…" Sara sighed happily. "That looks and smells amazing."

"Agreed," Grissom replied, dropping a quick kiss onto her lips. "I'm so glad I asked Rana to do this. Why don't you sit down and I'll get some plates."

She nodded and gave him a smile, taking the items from the box as her husband went into the kitchen to retrieve the needed crockery, sneaking a piece of potato before he returned.

"Here we go," he said putting plates and cups down next to their feast.

"A, ha…" she mumbled still chewing and his eyes narrowed at her.

"Have you started without me?"

She rolled her eyes then sat. "Gil, I'm starving. So, yes, I admit it. You caught me. You can punish me afterwards…"

"Is that a promise?"

Swallowing quickly, she sent him a shocked look only to find him grinning at her. She pursed her lips. "Eat your breakfast," she ordered.

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Wiping his mouth on napkin, Grissom sat back and sighed happily. His plate was empty, his stomach was full and his energy rejuvenated. "That was so good."

"Hmmm," Sara agreed with a nod, popping the last bit of cornbread into her mouth.

"It's a shame you don't eat meat though," he continued, picking up his coffee. "The sausages were to die for."

"There's only one piece of meat you will ever find in my mouth, Gil."

Her tease came just as he took a sip from his cup and a second later, the coffee was spat across the table.

"Gil!" She jumped, pushing her chair back but then laughed at the look on his face. His head shook, his glare priceless, and she held her hand to her mouth, trying to stop the laughter. "Sorry…" she giggled. "I couldn't help it."

"I really should spank you for that."

Oh, that killed her laughter all right and her nose twitched as the fire in his eyes reignited. "Is that a promise?" she asked, reaching for her cup.

Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth he just stared at her, watching as she drank and she stared back.

"I do have a confession to make," he said and it surprised her. "Something that happened when you were sick."

Now her eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"You needed the energy because you were so weak so we gave you…chicken broth."

"Oh…" She frowned, placing her cup back onto the table.

"My comment of you not eating meat brought back that memory. I don't like keeping secrets from you that's all. It's a little irrelevant I know but ..." He shrugged his shoulders. "I just felt I had to tell you."

She managed a small smile even if the thought of eating meat made her skin crawl. However, she knew they did what they had to do to keep her from the hands of death. So, for that, she was grateful.

"I appreciate your honesty," she told him.

"You're not angry with me?"

"No, Gil. I'm not angry with you." Pushing herself up, she rounded the table and straddled his lap, his eyes meeting hers as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. "I understand you did everything that you had to do in order to get me healthy again just like I had to do with you."

"Oh, yeah…," he began, his hands working up and down her back, "…like a nice cold bath of snow. That was fun…"

"You remember that?" she gasped surprised.

Slowly nodding, he tipped his head, opening his mouth against her throat and her hands slid through his hair.

"Ooooohhhh…." she sighed, enjoying his attention and that burn deep inside started all over again.

Her head lolled to the side as his interest shifted around her throat to her chin until his mouth smothered hers in a kiss of pure demanding hunger. Then, without the kiss breaking, she felt herself being lifted by his strong hands, her ankles instinctively crossing behind his thighs as he stood and carried her back to the bed with a purpose…

*** - "Do you think: the uncomplaining eyes in which there is so much endurance, fill with tears, and the lips part a little more and tremble: that it will seem long to me, while I wait for her in the better land where I trust both you and I will be mercifully sheltered?

It cannot be, my child; there is no Time there, and no trouble there.

You comfort me so much! I am so ignorant. Am I to kiss you now? Is the moment come?

Yes."

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

A/N: Yay! She finally let go. Wil they live happily ever after? Hehehehe. Still a fait bit more to come yet but what next? Thoughts please :D