A/N: Sorry for the delay guys. RL is killing me at the moment and it's tough to get any writing done. Hopefully this will be worth the wait and what better to celebrate 150 chapters than with a little smut :P

** Rating warning – This chapter is rated "M". Please read responsibly!

Thank you to calim for your continued support and awesome beta and as always to all you readers for your great reviews. 150 chapters on and we are still going :D

Enjoy…

Chapter 150

"Gil…" Sara gasped, looking into his eyes. "W…what are doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Her head shook rapidly as she glanced back down at the pendant. "I'm giving you…"

"You can't do that," she cut him off, quickly getting up from her seat and stepping close to him, her hand coiling around the chain. "Gil…this is all you have left of your mother. I…I can't accept this."

Her hands raised and she moved to unclip the chain but he swiftly took hold of her hands. Then, all of a sudden, he remembered earlier and took a swift step back.

"I'm not going to knee you in the groin again, Gil…"

He gave a half-smile. "Just being sure…"

"Stop changing the subject."

"I'm not," he said innocently.

"Yes, you are…" She tried to pull her hands free but he held on strongly. "Gil…" She swallowed hard, her eyes closing for a second, "…I…really appreciate the gesture, so very, very much and it touches me more than you could ever imagine, but I can't take this."

"Yes…you… can…" he insisted. Her head shook again as their eyes deeply probed each other's. "Sara…Listen…" He licked his lips tightening his hold on her hands, "…I want you to have this. It's a part of me that I want to continue living through you. I always felt that my mother's spirit lived through the locket that…she looked over me and kept me safe…"

"Then you can't give it up…"

Now he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking back at her. "This is the most intimate part of me that I can give to you. It's part of my soul and I will know that when you're not with me that she'll be watching over you just like she watched over me. I want you to have it. Please…take it." Slowly, he released her hands.

Eyes brimming with tears, she held one of her hands to his cheek, the other finding the back of his neck, pulling him towards her. Leaning in, her lips met his as she kissed him softly, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Pulling back, she wrapped her arms about him and held on tightly.

"I love you so much," she whimpered.

He held her tightly, breathing in the lovely scent of lavender soap that still clung to her hair, then kissed her temple. "I love you, too," he whispered.

His lips glided down to her cheek and her head turned to meet him, their mouths reuniting. This time it wasn't short and soft, it was lengthy and heated. His tongue found hers and he dueled for dominance as she moaned into him, her fingers gliding through his hair, nails digging into his scalp.

Feeling his hands slide in between them, Sara broke the kiss, looking down to see him unfastening the belt of her robe. Licking her lips, she looked back into his eyes.

"Are you…up to this?" she asked a little breathlessly.

His hands slid inside the robe and he pushed it from her shoulders to reveal the chemise he'd come to adore. As his eyes wandered all the way up her body she smirked.

"I think I can cope as long as we're not too crazy," he replied hoarsely. "I will just have to collect on my bet another day."

"Oh…" Her smirk grew. "So you're not forfeiting that then?"

Pursing his lips, his hand rose to her throat where he trailed his fingertips down to her chest. "Not a chance…" he breathed.

"Well, in that case…," she began as she reached for the belt to his robe, "…I don't think you'll be needing this." Tugging the robe open she pushed it from his shoulders without another seconds thought, instantly smiling when his naked body was revealed to her. "Don't you get cold without pajamas?" she giggled.

Looking down, his solid erection was the first thing that caught his eye and his right eyebrow soared. "Does it look like I'm cold?" he inquired.

Holding a hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laugh, she shook her head. "No…" she said, clearing her throat, feeling her cheeks reddening at the wildness building in his eyes. "Quite the opposite in fact but...are you sure you're not still sore?"

He stepped forward, bridging that small gap between them. "Why don't we find out?"

She licked her lips. "If you insist."

His head tipped to hers. "Oh, I do," he managed to say before taking her lips upon his.

Sara smiled into him as they kissed, slipping her hand between them to glide over his erection. He jumped and their lips separated.

"Sensitive?" she asked, pursing her lips.

Narrowing his eyes he pushed into her and she backed up towards the bed. "Every time you touch me, Mrs. Grissom, I'm sensitive."

Laughing joyously as she tumbled onto the bed, Sara rolled into the center. Swiftly he was kneeling by her side.

"I think…," he began, glancing down her body, "…that you're a little over dressed," his voice was rough as his hand slid from her knee to thigh, the silken material of her chemise puffing up over his wrist.

Her lips puckered into a smirk. "Are you going to do something about it?"

His eyes pierced through hers now and he tightly gripped the material but what Sara didn't expect was him to tug so hard at such an angle that it flipped her onto her stomach and she squealed.

In a flash, he smothered her with his body, his breath hot and slick against the shell of her ear and she swallowed feeling the throb of his excitement against her backside.

"What do you have to say now?" he dared, running his hand back up the chemise to squeeze her left buttock.

"Umm…" Sara tried to wriggle but he didn't have to do a great deal to make sure she didn't get very far. He was much stronger and heavier than she was but his actions did surprise her. She managed to look over her shoulder. "I thought we were postponing the bet?" she questioned with a quake in her voice.

"Oh, we are," he answered confidently, pushing the chemise up to her ribs to show her lower half in all its glory and her heart beat a little faster. "But you need to understand that when you tease me, you awaken my inner beast…" She sighed as his hand slipped between her legs, her head falling back to the pillow. "And so far…" Her hips rose from the bed on a whimper as he slipped a finger inside and teased her, "…I've managed to control it." Removing his hand he lowered his head to hers, nipping on her ear. "But I'm on the edge, honey…" She groaned at his confession and all the more so when his tongue found her throat, giving it a healthy lick. "You drive me insane," he finished before slipping an arm under her, shifting his body to pull her to her knees.

Taking hold of the chemise, he pulled it up, Sara raising her arms to help. Once off, he wrapped his arms about her, one hand clasping the locket about her neck.

"It looks good on you," he whispered.

Sara hadn't really noticed the mirror at the end of the bed for anything more than decoration or for dressing until now and what a time to notice. There she was, completely naked, tousled hair, stiff nipples and rosy cheeks being adored by the man she loved. The erotic realization sent a shiver down her spine. Bringing her hand to rest over his she melted back into him and, looking over her shoulder, she reached up and pulled him into a long, sensual kiss. When she let go she knew her eyes were as glazed as his.

Snaking her arm behind her, she gently clasped him in her palm, pumping a few times and enjoying the groan that spilled from him lips. "Love me, Gil. Right now…as we are…"

He glanced at the mirror ahead and the thought of watching while he pleasured her sent him into overdrive. "You have an inner beast, too," he whispered, edging closer so they were completely skin on skin.

Looking back into the mirror she caught his eyes in the reflection. "Yes…" she admitted quietly.

"But…" He kissed her neck, "…you haven't been able to release it yet."

Her eyes grew drowsy as his hand squeezed her right breast. "No…"

"It will come in time," he said softly and her eyes closed as he nudged against her welcoming opening, her hand tightly covering his as he sank into her folds.

"Ooohhhhh," she groaned, tipping forward a touch as he gently thrust into her.

Pulling her back straight, his right hand found her chin as he slowly rotated his hips into hers, tilting her head back so he could kiss her again. And boy, did he kiss her, so passionately, so possessively that she was whimpering into him by the time their lips separated.

Her eyes drearily opened to catch the blazing blue of his before rolling back, his thrusts becoming a little more intense. Rocking into her, his lips latched onto her throat and she looked back to the mirror, her stomach clenching when she saw the wild image staring back at her.

"Gil…" she moaned as his hand worked down between her thighs, his fingers finding her delicate, throbbing bud. "Oh, God…" Her head dropped back onto his shoulder as a sharp tingling shot through every pore of her body.

"You're…amazing…" he panted into her neck, a short cry catching in his throat as she pushed back into him, her hips beginning to match his rhythm.

As her fingers slid through his as he pleasured her, his attention fell to the mirror, eyes locking with hers and the desire he saw only spurred him on. He started to move faster, his free arm coiling around her stomach, pulling her as far back into him as was humanly possible. They remained this way for some time, body against body, heat against heat, fingers against fingers, and moan against moan until Grissom could feel that building of power deep within that would only lead to one thing.

"Getting…close…" he grunted, speeding up the movement of his fingers against her as he kissed her shoulder.

"Yes…" she gasped, her free hand reaching behind, her fingers gliding through his hair then hanging on. Her teeth gritted, eyes closing. "Almost…"

Sucking hard on her throat, he felt her tightening around him. "I love you," he breathed and that did it, she exploded on a blissful cry and a few short seconds later, he followed.

Together they fell forward and collapsed on the bed. Grissom smothering his wife, their bodies still joined and both panting in unison.

Licking her lips and enjoying his weight upon her, Sara giggled, well and truly giggled.

His face rose from her neck, a bead of sweat gushing down his cheek. "What's…so funny?" he asked breathlessly.

"Not funny…" she snorted happily. "Just good," she sighed, reaching for his hand to bring the knuckles to her mouth.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he kissed her shoulder. "Glad to hear it."

Giggling again, she wriggled her butt and he instantly got the message, moving off of her with a short groan to lie by her side. Propping himself up on his elbow, he smiled as she turned onto her side to face him then reached out to brush his fingertips over the locket.

She watched him, then held out a hand to flatten it softly against his cheek. "Are you all right?" she asked, noticing he was staring at the locket.

His eyes flicked to hers and he lowered his hand. "Yeah…" he answered quietly, smoothing his hand down her side and pulling her close, their legs entwining. "You?"

Sighing contently, her thumb rubbed over his cheek. "Hmmmm," she replied with a smile. "So smooth," she cooed.

He smirked. "Oh? Do you prefer?"

Nipping on her bottom lip, her eyes wandered over his face. "I'm not sure yet," she told him. "I think I need to do a little more…research before I make my mind up."

"Is that so?" he chuckled.

The smile she gave him made his heart melt and her head found his chest as she laughed over and over again…

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The fire crackled as the couple lay in each other's arms. Grissom's fingers glided through his wife's hair as she stretched out with a contented sigh.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked, kissing her hair.

Pushing her head from his shoulder, her eyes glistened. "Chocolate?"

He smirked. "You want chocolate?"

"Yes!" she almost shouted and he laughed.

"Are you sure?" he teased.

Nodding furiously, she kissed him. "And strawberries," she continued, pulling back.

Smiling brightly, he pushed back the covers and slid from the bed. "Anything else?"

"Cocoa?"

His right eyebrow hit the ceiling. "Not very demanding are we?"

A grin pursed her lips. "It's my honeymoon. I'm supposed to be demanding, aren't I?"

Rolling his eyes, he headed for the kitchen, feeling an instant chill wash over him as soon as his bare feet hit the wooden flooring. Walking around naked wasn't the best plan.

"It sure is chilly out here," he called, taking hot water from the stove to make the drinks.

Sara pulled the covers back over her. "I know," she agreed. "Hurry up and get back here to keep me warm!"

Snickering, he moved quickly, placing the mugs onto a tray with a bowl of strawberries and some chocolate. Stepping back into the room, he held the tray out with one hand. "Your refreshments, Ma'am…"

Looking him up and down Sara pursed her lips, her eyes settling on below his waist. "Everything?" she asked cheekily.

"Funny," he mocked, placing the tray onto the nightstand, quickly hopping back into bed as Sara pulled back the covers for him.

Grabbing the bar of chocolate, he unwrapped the paper and snapped off a piece then held it out to her. But, as she reached for it, he pulled it back.

"What?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing at him.

"If you want this you have to answer a question for me."

Her eyes narrowed further, her brow furrowing in thought. "All right…" she answered with a tone of confusion yet a hint of curiosity.

"How is it…," he began, nibbling a bit of the chocolate as she folded her arms looking unimpressed, "…that for someone who has never fired a gun…" he continued, his brow rising, "…that you can shoot so well?"

Shaking her head, she shrugged. "I really don't know."

"Really? You…didn't sneak out one of your father's weapons and teach yourself or get help from someone?"

"Gil…" She made a grab for the chocolate but he raised his arm, holding it out of her reach. "Why would I lie?" she huffed. "I'm either a natural or it was just a fluke. It's as simple as that. I have seen plenty of people firing weapons you know…" He studied her eyes and knew she was telling him the truth.

"Then I'm highly impressed," he said proudly.

"Good." She crooked her finger. "Now hand it over before you regret it."

His mouth curled into a grin. "Oh? Are you threatening me, Mrs. Grissom?"

Before he could even blink, Sara shot up and straddled his chest, almost knocking the wind out of him.

"Umph…" he gasped as she pushed down a little harder. "Sara…can't breathe…" he half laughed, half whined.

Reaching up she swiped the chocolate from his fingers, popped it into her mouth and smiled with victory as she chewed. "Don't stand between a woman and her chocolate," she warned, licking her lips once the chocolate was gone.

"As much…" he began, still finding it hard to breathe because of where she was sitting, "…as I love having your…naked body on top of…me…" His final word squeaked out but she cut him some slack and shimmed down his stomach to his thighs.

"Better?" she snorted. Giving a mock smile he took a deep breath and nodded. "Just remember…" She held up a finger, "…I can take some teasing but not when it comes to chocolate. Do that again and I will revolt."

"We wouldn't want that now, would we?"

Smirking, she reached for more chocolate, breaking a piece off and holding it out to him. "Now say please…"

He stared at her in disbelief. "Sara, I was the one who fetched that to begin with."

"And you decided to torment me, so I'm getting my own back. No please, no chocolate. Up to you…"

"Sara…" Swiftly he reached up and pinched her right nipple causing her to jump and glare at him, "…I could just overpower you and take it."

"But you won't."

"Oh, no?" he challenged.

"Nuh, huh…" Her head shook.

Kinking his head, he curiously studied the confidence in her eyes, pinching her nipple again and enjoying the light moan that filtered through her lips. "And why is that?"

"Because," she began, leaning forward and holding the chocolate just above his mouth. "Open." He did as she asked and she dropped it on his tongue. "No beast today. Remember?"

Chewing down on the sweet treat, he smirked. "But I didn't say please."

She frowned. "Oh, yeah. I guess your focus on my breasts put me off…"

Swallowing the chocolate he smiled. "Such a nice thing to focus on," he sighed happily.

Laughing, she grabbed the entire bar of chocolate and shifted from his thighs to lay next to him. He reached for his cocoa and took a sip. "Do you feel like playing a game?" she asked, waving the bar in front of him.

"What kind of game?" he queried, taking another mouthful of the warm goodness.

"It's called…let the chocolate melt on my body and you lick it off…"

Tipping his head to the side just in time, he spat the cocoa from his mouth.

"Gil!" she laughed, watching as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and gawped at her speechless. "What?" she questioned innocently.

"You know what," he accused, putting the mug down and getting out of bed again. "You are an evil, evil woman."

She smiled as he headed back into the kitchen, returning with a cloth to wipe up the mess on the floor. Throwing the cloth back into the small room when he was happy the spilt drink was all gone, he shook his head, grinned and got back into bed.

"So, you…don't want to play with the chocolate?" she asked.

Without any warning, his arm launched forward and he snatched the bar from her hand.

Sara wasn't sure whether to giggle or groan at the sudden burning in his eyes.

"I will say one thing…" he said, leaning closer.

Her lips puckered. "And what might that be?"

"You're going to need another bath…"

*** "The strange thrill with which she heard him, deepened as he dwelt upon it; but, there was nothing to shock her in the manner of his reference. He only seemed to contrast his present cheerfulness and felicity with the dire endurance that was over."

*** - Extract taken from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (Slightly adapted)

A/N: I think I'm getting way too sentimenal. Evil hat is missing his place. Will he be back? :D