Chapter Thirty Eight:

'I'll see you later?' He cocks his head to the side, hungrily taking her in, grease, coveralls, and all.

'Yeah. You will.' Turned to the side, she readjusts her kit in her hand and walks away quickly.

Grissom steps out of the cab outside their condo. Pulling himself up the stairs to the front door, he shoves his keys in the lock and pushes through the door. Sara is stood in the kitchen, in a tank top and pj bottoms.

'Hey. You should have called me; I would have picked you up?'

'I didn't want to disturb you.' He climbs down the steps and barrels towards her, forcing himself into her personal space. He stands behind her, hands wrapped around her waist, going under her tank top to spread across her warm stomach, face buried in her neck. 'God, I've missed this.' She chuckles and lowers the kettle back onto the stove, turning in his embrace, linking her hands behind his head. 'Are we ok?'

'Yes.' She brings her mouth towards his and he accepts it in earnest. 'You ok? Busy first day back huh?' He mumbles into her neck, his long beard tickling her soft skin. 'How's Catherine?' She rubs his back slowly. He raises his head quickly.

'Were they involved? Her and Keppler?' He pulls back slightly, his hand falling into hers, pulling her closer again.

'I don't think they actually, ya know. Why?'

'She's upset but she will be ok.'

'I do know they tried to pull a fast one, reverse forensics?'

'Didn't work?' She brings her mouth into a frown and shakes her head. He steps forward and wraps himself around her again. Kissing her collar bone, then her neck. 'Missed you so much.' She smiles into the room, over his head.

'You mentioned that already. Where's your stuff?'

'I left it in the lab. I just wanted to get home.'

'Do you wanna go to bed?' He lifts his head and wiggles his eyebrows. 'To sleep. You must be exhausted.' He nods, brushing her hair with his fingers. He drops his hand and squeezes her hip. She moves to the side, filling him a cup of herbal tea and makes towards their bedroom. He follows her slowly, watching her hips move, her long legs striding across the hallway, bare feet padding in the thick pile of the carpet. He opens the door for her, both her hands full with their drinks. Letting her inside she places his mug down and moves round to her side and does the same. Pulling the comforter back she slips in-between the sheets.

'I'm going to shower quickly.' She nods and picks up her book from the nightstand. Five minutes later he is stood in the doorway to the room, towel wrapped around his waist, running another smaller towel through his hair and beard. She puts her book down and brings her cup up to her mouth, blowing away the small stream of steam before taking a tentative sip, her eyes trained on him the whole time. He glides over to the dresser where he pulls some plain bottoms and a grey t-shirt from the drawer, dropping the towel he dresses and joins her in the comfort of the sheets. 'You ok?' He shuffles closer to her, a hand dropping to her knee under the covers.

'Yeah, you?' She raises a hand and rubs his cheek through the long greying hair. 'This is nice.'

'Hmm. You like it? I might keep it for a while.'

'I do. I really like it.' She brings her fingers around his eyes and up through his hair. Looking down at her lips he licks his own before swooping down, pulling her into his arms, smacking his mouth on hers in a hungry shower of affection. She hums into his mouth, moving her legs to straddle him, hands pulling on his t shirt. His palms lowering down to cup her behind in his lap squeezing her hard. She lifts slightly, breaking their kiss. 'I thought you were tired?'

'They were your words my dear, not mine.' He cranes his neck forwards to kiss her again. But she pulls away and settles back, her hands coming up around his neck.

'Make love to me?' She smiles shyly, her fingers raking up his neck into his beard. He rolls them over, sprawling her out underneath him and hoovers above her. Lowering his face, he rubs his beard on her neck, feeling her heartbeat under her skin. Showering her face and neck in kisses, slow and sloppy he drops a hand to the hem of her tank top and pulls her forward to sit up. Raising the cotton up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor, he pushes her back down and soaks the vision in. Four weeks is a long time to go even for a middle aged man, especially a middle aged man with a girlfriend fifteen years his junior.

'You are so beautiful.' She beams up at him. His hands travel from her shoulders down her arms, back up her sides but missing her breasts. Leaning back, he rids himself of his t shirt, letting it meet hers on the floor. Falling forward but catching himself on his hands he pushes himself onto her, kissing her slowly, twisting his tongue in and out of her mouth. They continue to kiss for a while, until the need to change position haunts them. Rolling over onto their sides, he brings her leg up and over his own, his hand ghosting down her thigh to the back of her knee where he holds her there. Pinned to him. More kissing, more soft touches, and hums into each other, cataloguing every breath, every whimper, moan, they are reminding themselves of each other, together. After another 10 minutes, Grissom sits them up, tugging Sara to kneel in front of him, as he drags her bottoms down her legs, she falls backwards when they can't go any further and kicks them off into the darkness of the room and raises again to kneel in front of him. Running her hands up and down his chest, circling his nipples. He mirrors her and lets her push his bottoms down, repeating her actions. Now naked on their bed, he lowers her down once more, coming to lean over her, in-between her legs, he kisses her neck, inching up to her ear where he whispers. 'I dreamt of you every night, my sweet sweet Sara.' Dropping a kiss to her ear, as he lines his aching weeping cock up to her opening. 'Did you think of me?' She nods, sucking in a breath as he enters her for the first time in weeks. Pulling back, he raises a hand to the side of her face, kissing her softly on her swollen lips, he pulls out slowly, then pushes back in just as slow. This is their dance for over an hour, a slow, agonising climb together. Soft, hushed words, caught in the back of their throats. Whispers, low moans, and heavy breaths as they move together, drawing each thrust, each pull, every muscle working overtime to make this last for as long as possible. He skims a hand down her side, around her hip, to bring her thigh up over his own, pulling it in closer, getting a slightly deeper angle. She grunts, into his mouth as he kisses her repeatedly.

'Missed you so much baby.' She whimpers into his mouth. 'Missed you so much.' Tears threatening to spill from her tired eyes. 'Love you, ah.' He bottoms out, holding himself there for a beat before pulling back slowly again and again. 'Don't leave me, again.' He pushes in, feeling her body contract around him.

'Let go Sara. Please, show me. Let me love you, Sara.' He drops a kiss to her collar bone, dragging his mouth down and around to below her ear. 'Make me yours honey. Now, please.' She clamps down on him, her muscles coming and going like waves around him. 'That's it, feels so good darlin'. Remind me how it feels when you come for me honey.' She clamps her eyes shut, a quiet cry spilling out of her mouth as she orgasms around him finally. He stills, her body taking its time to settle. When she opens her eyes, she smiles at him, tears falling. He leans back down, and starts thrusting into her again, still slowly, eyes locked on hers, he holds his breath as he lets go. His body beating to the sound of her heartbeat underneath him. Spent, he drops his head down, slipping from her, he lowers himself carefully off to the side and rests his head on her chest. His hand, resting on her thigh, circling the skin slowly. She lifts a hand, to rake through his hair, stroking down the side of his face, as they fall asleep.