Sara found herself in the shower while Grissom walked Hank, both of them exhausted after the two days it took to find and recover Nick. He was at Desert Palm being treated for his injuries and was recovering. The plan was to let him rest with his parents and the team would start visiting on Monday. Even from the shower, she could hear Grissom in the bedroom moving around. He was talking to Hank about why he'd been left at the sitters for so many days.

Knowing him as well as she did, he was getting changed into pajamas and had plans to continue reading Moby Dick. They'd picked up food on the way home and eaten before he'd taken Hank out and she started her shower. Turning the shower off, she grabbed the towel next to the shower and started to dry herself. Her hair was starting to curl due to the humidity in the bathroom, but remained dry since she didn't put it under the water.

"Do you think Ecklie will move the guys and Catherine back to nights?" She asked while combing her hair.

"Probably." He spoke as she heard the rustle of the bedsheets. "He'd be in a bad position if he doesn't."

Sara grabbed her toothbrush that sat beside his in the cup by the sink. Most of her toiletries had shown up suddenly without him asking. The soap, shampoo, conditioner suddenly appeared in the shower while the type of toothbrush she preferred along with toothpaste on the vanity. Hair ties and unopened duplicates of her make up were in the top drawer. A straightener had also been in the drawer when she opened it one day, the same one she used at home. Grissom had noticed what she liked and used and made sure it was there so she didn't have to pack it when she came over.

Brushing her teeth, Sara rinsed the sink after and glanced at herself in the bathroom. Her hair was slightly curly and she stood in a towel while water droplets rested against her neck. Making a choice, she ignored the clothes on the vanity and walked into the bedroom. Grissom immediately looked up and watched her as she walked around the bed. "Sara…"

"Shh." Sara straddled his lap and cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly. "There's nothing to say." She whispered against his lips and used one hand to place the book on the nightstand and remove his glasses so they followed the book. "Just love me." She kissed him again and his hands ran up from where they sat at her towel clad waist. They ran up to her shoulder blades and then ran back down till they rested on her bare thighs.

Threat of hypoxia made them pull apart for a few moments and Grissom leaned forward to kiss her neck. One of her hands rested at the back of his own and the other ran over his shoulder and down his chest, grasping the edge of his shirt. Sara leaned her head back as his lips followed her right clavicle. His left hand slid inside the opening of her towel and caressed her bare back, causing Sara to gasp and shiver. With one hand against her back and the other at the back of her head, Grissom held her as he turned them. With Sara against the mattress, Grissom pulled her hands from his head and shirt, pinning her wrists down. As his hand held her wrists on either side of her head, Grissom watched her expression. Desire and impatience filled her eyes and he felt her buck her hips against his own. "There's my girl."

Sara woke to the bed dipping and opened her eyes to see Grissom returning to bed. She smiled and reached out to brush her hand against his arm. He turned to her and reached out to pull her closer to him, in which Sara went willingly. Burying her face into the junction between his neck and shoulder as her arms wrapped around his waist. Feeling his hand under the covers running across her bare back made her smile.

"Where'd you go?" She asked in a whisper.

"Bathroom." He pulled away and used a hand to brush back several curls that rested against her forehead. "Did I wake you?"

Sara shook her head, "just your absence."

"You're shivering." He stated and pulled the covers up around her more. "Should I get you something to wear?"

Smiling, she curled into him. "I have you to warm me."

"How are you feeling?" He brought her hand up and kissed her palm. "Were you uncomfortable or experience any pain? I know it's been a while."

"No, nothing like that." Sara laid back a fraction. "You're the first to ever ask me that after sex."

He nodded as he listened. "Well, it's important to know how one's partner feels afterwards. Or so I've read."

"I warned you about holding me down." Smirking, she continued talking. "I go from zero to a hundred in under a minute."

His hand ran down her waist and rested on the hip. "Now I know and I certainly enjoyed exploring that with you."

"Do you think it strange?"

"No." He reached out and brushed back an errant curl from her cheek. "I think it's something we can play with in the future."

Sara reached her hand up and pulled him down. "Come here." She kissed him while rolling onto her back, bringing him with her. "Are you ready for round three?" She asked whispering into his ear. "I am."

The sound of water filled the bathroom as Sara found herself showering for the second time in two days. The shower and tub in the bathroom were probably the selling point of the townhouse for most people, just not Grissom. Either way, she loved to take a shower at his place because it was big enough for three people. The sound of the shower door alerted her to Grissom joining her and so she turned to look over her shoulder. He reached for her shampoo and squeezed a good amount into his hands. Sara turned her head back around and leaned her head back as they worked wordlessly in sync like always. Grissom ran his fingers through her hair to work the shampoo through.

"I love it when your hair curls." He stated and Sara smiled.

"I know you do." She leaned her head back further. "Why do you think I came to bed with it curled."

After a minute, he spoke. "Turn."

She turned and rinsed her hair as he took a step closer to her side. "How do you feel about ordering in?"

"What do you have in mind?" He asked as his hand ran down her left side. "You have freckles."

With her hair rinsed, Sara rubbed water from her eyes and looked straight at him. "I'm out of the sun so much that they're rarely visible." Sara watched his face as he brushed his hand over her skin. There was wonder and love as he mapped freckles and moles that weren't visible to everyone.

After a few minutes his attention turned to her face and he pulled her close, kissing her. "Can I wash you?"

Sara nodded as she grinned. "Sure." Pressing her forefinger to his chin, she questioned him. "Another sensual thing to do with your partner that you've read about?"

"I'll show you the article." His hands ran up and down her back. "Journal of Sex and Martial Therapy." Unable to keep a grin off her face, Sara kissed him long and deep.

I hope you guys enjoyed this work. I connected it to If They Knew with his last chapter.

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