They Slipped Briskly Into an Intimacy From Which They Never Recovered

by Everdeen23

My thoughts/ideas and wishes of what happened in the background. Begins just after 'that' scene in Season 5. My inspiration for this piece came from a song called 'I Found' by Amber Run. Be kind, we are all human. I do not own any of the characters or original storylines mentioned/referenced in this piece. Any/all the characters and original storyline belong to Anthony E. Zuiker.

43. Chapter 42

Chapter Forty Two:

Sara slips between the sheets on their bed, freshly showered, clean pjs and clean bedding. The windows are open letting in a cool breeze from behind the dark curtains and her phone is off and charging in the kitchen. Grissom emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, a towel around his waist and his shoulders, roughly drying his hair. Padding over towards the dresser, he bends to pull a t shirt and clean boxers from a drawer. Dropping both towels in the hamper by the door he dresses quickly and slides into bed, shuffling closer to Sara's side. Dropping a heavy arm across her hip, his hand smoothing down her stomach under the waist band of her shorts, the other snaking under her head, which she lifts for his comfort, he scoots in as close as humanly possible and sighs into her hair, kissing the back of her head.

'This is nice.' Sara pushes herself back into his embrace, dropping a kiss to his forearm under her head.

'Hmm, go to sleep.' He kisses the back of her head, closing his eyes.

'Gil?' She whispers.

'Yeah.' His eyes open slowly, keeping his voice equally as low.

'You make me happy too. I realised I didn't say anything after you said what you did at the sugar ranch. And I… I kinda felt bad the rest of the shift.' His hand moves lower slightly.

'You felt bad because you didn't tell me that I make you happy?' He feels her nod below him. 'Honey, you don't need to tell me.'

'How come?'

'Your body tells me its happy.' His hand drops even lower, fingers trailing down further and further, until they find their target.

'Hmm. Does it?' She smiles, his touch both bringing comfort and thrill, eyes still closed, her voice thick with tiredness.

'Yes.' He kisses the back of her head once more. His hand keeping it place on her. 'But if I ever don't…' She sits up quickly, almost knocking him out with her shoulder in the process of turning to face him. His hand, still in her shorts, lands on her ass.

'I don't think that will ever be an issue.' She pushes forward, her head resting in the nook of his neck, kissing his warm skin. He lowers his head down to rest on top of hers.

'Goodnight Sara.' She mumbles something in response, but he doesn't quite catch it, her voice lost in the material of his t shirt.