Chapter Twenty Six:

'Do you think that Caprice guy was onto us?' Sara places a glass of water on his bedside table, her robe on but not tied. Grissom laying on his front naked in his dark navy sheets, basking in the after-sex glow almost not paying attention. Moving her book to the side to make room for her glass, she shrugs off the silk robe, letting it drop to the floor to re-join him in bed. A path of red marks line her thighs from his playful nibbles, his hair mussed from her nails clawing during her climax.

'Probably.' He sighs contently. Running her hand up and down his tacky back she ponders for a moment. Opening her mouth a few times, then taking the plunge she braves him the question.

'What's your fantasy?' Averting his gaze. He lifts his head from his pillow and squints, the sun breaking through the curtains behind her casting a shadow on his face.

'You.'

'No come on seriously.' She runs her hand lower, brushing over his buttocks, squeezing each one before raking her nails up his back to scratch lightly through his hair. He pushes up, turning on his side, elbow bent, his hand holding up his head. Staring down at her next to him. He licks his lips and rolls his tongue around inside his mouth. Stooping forward he captures her lips, knocking the air from her lungs. Pulling back, he kisses her forehead before turning to lay on his back, wrapping his arm around her urging her into his embrace. She doesn't need much encouragement and settles her head against his upper arm, her hand idling tracing circles on his thigh.

'You. Me. A little cabin in the rainforest. No cell phones. No crime rates. No rules, no hiding. Just… Us.' Sara lies staring up at him, a wide smile gracing her face. 'What's yours?'

'All that…' She moves up quickly to straddle him. 'Oh and a can of bug spray.' Pulling the sheet up and over her head, she showers them in the heavy cotton, throwing herself forward onto him. His hands catching her sides he slides his fingers up towards her breasts. Taking their weight in his hands he runs his thumbs around her nipples. Staring at her pale freckled skin, he bites his bottom lip.

'Move in with me?' Looking up, locking his eyes with hers. She stops breathing for what feels like a million years but in reality, is only seconds.

'Here?'

'No.' He belly laughs, making her bounce on top of him. 'Of course here, where else?' She shakes her head, astonished at her own stupid question.

'Are you sure?'

'No. But that's why I think we should do it. You're here all the time anyway. You could sublet your apartment in the meantime till your lease is up.' He leans over to his bedside table and retrieves his glasses.

'What about updating my details at work. What about Ecklie?' She sits back, resting on his lower stomach, the sheet round her shoulders, the ends twisted in her hands on her thighs.

'We'll deal with that when we need to.' A long pauses. 'What do you think?' He purses his lips, his hands coming to rest on hers, stopping the knots forming in the sheet in her busy hands.

'Can we get a dog?' She looks up from underneath her dark eyelashes at him.

'Is that a yes?' He leans forward, almost knocking her backwards. Reaching out she leans forward anchoring herself with her hands on his shoulders, the sheet dropping around them on the bed.

'Yes.' He catapults forwards crushing her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her body so tightly it should hurt but she feels no pain. Just warmth, joy and the start of his arousal on her backside.