Title: Second chance

Author: sidle77

Pairing: GSR – Always!

Rating: High T(ish)

Disclaimer: You know the drill: I do not own them, any of them and I will give back once I've finished playing, yada yada... CBS owns all (but not my idea!)

Summary: A little one shot about what happened when Grissom and Sara sailed away at the end of Immortality. Fluff and smutty alert.

Beta: The wonderful and amazing Calim. Sue, thank you so much for your continuing support and for sticking with me after all this time.

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A/N: As a top tier supporter on my Pat reon, you get a fan fiction request. This story is for Traci.

Second chance.

So, this is what it was like to feel free. She'd forgotten what that was like, and it had been a long time since this sensation had washed over her.

Her smile couldn't get any bigger.

The sound and smell of the ocean consumed them as they sailed over it, and it was joyful.

The wind blew her hair in so many directions she probably looked like she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, but she didn't care.

Her head rested on his shoulder, arm around his waist and his around hers. They hadn't said a word since leaving the Marina some thirty minutes prior and she wondered who would be first to break the ice. And then, as his hand pulled back on the throttle, her head lifted in curiosity as the boat slowly came to a stop. He pushed a button and the mechanical sound of the anchor being lowered caught her ears followed by a delicate splash.

Butterflies rumbled in Sara's tummy as he turned to face her, and she couldn't stop the giggle that suddenly came out of nowhere.

"Are we… um… stopping to admire the view?" she asked.

There, she broke the silence.

Hearing him inhale as his arms wrapped around her, she watched his tooth nip into his lip. Ah, how she'd missed his little quirks.

Clearing his throat, he looked out over the water.

"Seemed like as good a spot as any," he said. "And the sunset is quite beautiful."

Following suit, Sara glanced out over the glistening ocean, watching as the array of red, oranges and yellows hit the water as the sun descended.

"It is very beautiful," she agreed, a tingle hitting her spine at the sensation of his hands sliding up her back.

"Very," he whispered.

Head tipping back his way, her throat tightened to find he wasn't looking over the water now, he was looking at her. And, as his arms moved from behind her, hands rising to cup her cheeks, a quiet whimper left her lips.

"I've missed you."

Sara blinked at his words, not quite expecting them. Quiet, but so sincere and words of endearment from him were rare which made it hit home all the more. She still wanted to pinch herself that this was actually real. Was she really standing on a boat, in the middle of the ocean with the man she had always loved yet thought she had lost forever? Maybe she should throw herself overboard to see whether she woke up.

For a second, she considered it.

As they gazed deeply into each other's eyes, she gave a dumb nod.

"Me, too."

Her response was just as quiet as his statement had been, but he smiled, bringing his thumb down her cheek to her chin then ran a finger gently back and forth across her lips.

"Shall I… show you around?" he offered.

Sara's internal monologue shouted 'No, just kiss me dammit!' but her brain totally betrayed her.

"Sure," she squeaked.

Fuck sake, Sara, you are an idiot.

Shut up brain.

Frowning at herself, she then smiled as she picked up her bag, slipping it over her shoulder as he took her hand.

Considering he lived at sea and would have a lot of elements to face, his hands were still incredibly soft. Well, they were soft to her. At that point in time, she just wanted to hold on and never let go.

Leading her across the deck towards the cockpit, he opened a sliding door just before it, revealing a short but steep set of stairs.

"Watch your head coming down," he said as he went first, keeping a hold of her hand behind him to aid her climb.

Doing just that, Sara ducked as her feet hit the first step. It was certainly tight, but the boat wasn't a huge luxury vessel so, to be expected.

Once she walked off the final step, Grissom moved aside, pointing down a very short corridor.

"Room at the end is a small kitchen. Not much just a fridge, microwave, small stove and coffee maker."

Sara nodded as he continued, honestly not really listening. She was more interested in just looking at his lips as he spoke.

Opening another sliding door revealed a tiny bathroom.

"Just a toilet, sink and shower but," he said giving a shrug, "it's all I really need. There's a small storage cupboard over to the right."

He opened the last door and before he could say anything else, Sara stepped inside, taking him with her. It was a tiny bedroom.

Her eyes moved around the room. A bed, nightstand with a lamp, wardrobe, desk and chair with a laptop and lots of shelves spanning the walls stuffed with books. Absolutely no surprise there. Letting go of his hand she moved to the nightstand noticing a photograph. Picking it up, she smiled brightly recognising it immediately. The two of them on a beach in Costa Rica, lost deeply in each other's eyes, the sun setting behind them. The memory sent a tingle down her spine aided by the fact he was still displaying the image.

"I love this picture," she said happily, putting the frame down and turning to him.

"Me, too."

They stared at each other just like in the photograph and Sara could feel her heart beating faster and faster with each minute that passed them by. The anticipation of what may come was already driving her crazy.

Finally, Grissom spoke again.

"Sorry it's so small," he said, looking around the room.

Lips pursing, Sara dropped her bag and stepped closer, his head turning her way as she smiled.

"I'm not," she reassured, hand rising to rest against his cheek. Slowly, she whisked her thumb over the stubble. "It's more than fine, Gil. I came here for you not your boat."

"Thank goodness," he whispered, an evident lump forming in his throat as her head edged closer and he swallowed.

As his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him, his eyes burning into hers, it was Sara's turn to swallow. She suddenly felt very hot and as his head dipped, lips sliding over hers and their mouths opening together in total harmony, she whimpered. She didn't mean to it just came out. The joy of the moment just taking away any ability she had to control her emotions anymore.

Her eyes closed and they kissed.

Slowly.

Deeply.

Sara felt herself floating. It was so damn intense but yet so gentle at the same time. How did he always manage to do that? It fucked with her head so much as well as other parts of her body.

Feeling his hands slide down her back to cup her butt, he held her tighter against him and they moaned together as their tongues got reacquainted. This seemed to continue for… well, Sara couldn't keep track. Everything was just spinning in the most wonderful, wonderful way and it wasn't until their lips parted and her eyes opened that her brain seemed to catch up.

She smiled bashfully, once again getting lost in his now piercing, ocean blue eyes. That look, the one he only gave her, made her shiver from head to toe.

Taking a step back he lifted his hands to slide inside her coat and pushed it off and then what happened next was a blur as neither of them seemed to be able to control themselves for another second.

Yes, they had begun with the best intentions. Both seemingly wanting this to be a slow rekindling but to hell with that. Hands fumbled, clothes went flying in all directions and the bed felt like it may collapse as they tumbled together onto it.

Her legs wrapped around him as he settled on top, deeply kissing her like it was the end of the world. And then, as Sara prepared herself mentally for what would be her first time with anyone since their last coupling almost three years prior, the kiss broke and his head lifted.

Oh no, she didn't like that look on his face. It was almost like a look of regret and it terrified her.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a panicked tone.

He swallowed, catching his breath. "Um," he stuttered. "I… erm… I don't…"

As he trailed off, Sara frowned, her heart beating in a way she didn't like as her eyes questioned his.

"Don't what?"

Looking from left to right, he settled his eyes back on her. "I don't have um… protection," he then admitted, his cheeks reddening.

Letting out a huge sigh of relief she then laughed. Fuck sake, Gil.

Lifting a hand to his cheek as he now looked confused that she was laughing, her head lifted and she kissed him.

"You don't need it."

Now he frowned. "I don't?"

Her head shook. "No." He didn't look convinced. "Trust me, okay?" she implored.

A smile came and Sara felt the relief fizzle through her.

"Intimately," he said softly.

Replicating his smile, she cupped the back of his neck and their lips slammed together with such force, they needed to be careful they didn't sink the boat.

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Heavy breathes filled the small room, Sara running her foot up his leg before resting her head on his chest. His arms wrapped around her, head dipping to kiss her hair and she smiled so brightly it could have powered the boat for a year.

Tenderly running fingertips across her arm, he then held her tighter. "You okay?" he asked.

Keeping her smile, Sara lifted her head to look at him. "I'm more than okay."

Returning her smile, he kissed her softly. "I'm so glad," he said as she giggled then ran her hand over his shoulder. "Tell me something?"

"Um, okay…" she said.

His hands moved to rest on her back. "Why didn't we need… you know…"

Her lips puckered. "Protection?"

"Hmmmm."

Smiling once again, her fingers reached to whisk through his hair.

"Because I have a pill in my bag for the morning."

His eyebrows soared. Oh, yes, he was surprised by that.

Laughing, Sara pushed herself up and straddled him. Taking his hands, she held them tightly and looked right into his eyes.

"There hasn't been anyone else since you, Gil," she said sincerely. "No one. And I don't think I ever moved on." He cleared his throat as she continued. "Maybe keeping the pills was a way of hoping that one day maybe you would walk through that door again." She shrugged, clasping his hands a little tighter. "I never stopped loving you."

"I never stopped loving you, either," he admitted.

Oh, that was just sweet music to her ears.

"Aren't we a pair?"

His eyes fell to her breasts, eyebrows rising. "Most definitely a lovely pair."

"Hey!" she laughed, pulling her hands free and pushing down on his chest. "Watch it mister."

"What?" he laughed. "I'm just being truthful."

Her laugh continued and she wriggled her butt, causing him to groan. "I'm just as good at teasing you know."

"No kidding."

Giving a throaty giggle, she kissed him again. "So, where do we go from here Mr. Grissom?"

"Back under the covers?" he suggested, his hand working around to squeeze her left breast.

Looking down she watched him, eyes closing for a second as his thumb rubbed over her nipple.

As a burning began inside her again, she cleared her throat. "I'm being serious."

"Oh, so am I."

Lifting a hand to cover his and halt his attention even for a moment, she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Okay," he conceded, giving her a cheeky grin. "We need to go back to Vegas."

It felt like her entire soul froze. "Wwwhat? Why? I … I don't understand."

"Honey, can you honestly tell me that everything you need is in your shoulder bag? That there isn't anything you need to do? It would be totally unfair of me to expect you to just walk out on your life without…"

Her eyes closed and she honestly felt like she could burst into tears but all that came out was a quivering sob.

"Hey what's wrong?" he asked desperately.

Sara shook her head but then feeling his soft, warm palm upon her cheek, her eyes opened.

"Tell me."

Trying to compose herself and calm the beating in her heart, she took a breath.

"I'm sorry. I just…."

He watched her shake her head then felt her hand clasp his arm. He pulled her close, eyebrows rising.

"I thought you'd change your mind. About us," she finished.

He smiled. "Do you really think I'd do that?"

Again, Sara shook her head. "I'm feeling rather emotional right now, okay?"

His smile remained as he bridged that small gap between them and before she knew it, his lips were over hers in a kiss so long and loving it made her soul burn.

But in a good way.

And, before she could even blink, his grip tightened and he flipped her over, his body once again smothering hers.

Nose to nose, eyes to eyes, they stared at each other.

"We have a second chance. I'm never letting you go again, Sara Sidle. And that, I promise you."

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Sara's sleepy world faded, and she drew her tongue over her lips. Feeling the light rocking of the ocean beneath her, she opened her eyes, immediately looking to her left expecting to see Grissom beside her. However, the bed was empty, and she sat up, the bedsheet falling away from her naked body. Eyes finding the porthole, she smiled as the sun began seeping through and the smell of the ocean once more caught her nostrils.

Pushing back the sheet, she swung her legs around and sat on the edge of the bed, arms stretching out and such a luscious feeling of mellowness washed over her.

God, she felt good. A little tender but so fucking good.

As she stood up, she stretched again and glanced around then realised just how right Grissom was. Apart from the clothes she was wearing the day before, she had absolutely nothing.

"Hmm," she muttered.

As she mused about walking out to find him totally naked, the smell of eggs cooking filled the room. Sight of her might cause an accident which wouldn't be good… Plus, it was a little chilly.

Spotting his t-shirt on the chair, she scooped it up and slipped it over her head. Lifting an arm, she gave the material a sniff, letting out a long, gratified breath. Nothing would ever beat his smell especially when it was against her skin.

Humming to herself, Sara left the bedroom and walked the short way to the kitchen.

Leaning against the door frame, she sighed. The smile on her face so bright, it could have given the sun rising over the ocean outside a decent run for its money. Her lips worked into a pucker as her eyes travelled over the almost naked man standing at the small stove. His back to her, spoon in his hand as he stirred, dressed only in his boxers.

"Careful you don't get splashed," she warned playfully.

As he looked over his shoulder, she raised her eyebrows before throwing him a cheeky smirk.

His eyes wandered over her then he smiled. "I will certainly try not to."

Giggling, she pushed from the wall and approached him, leaning into his kiss.

"And good morning," he said when she pulled back.

Rubbing his arm, Sara jumped backwards onto the small countertop by the stove and sat.

"Careful with your legs," he warned focusing back on the eggs. "Don't burn yourself."

Her eyes dropped to the stove top and noticed she was at a pretty safe distance.

"Only one thing is allowed to burn between my legs," she hit back.

His hand froze, head very slowly turning back to her, and his eyebrow soared.

"Is that right?" he challenged.

With an open-mouthed toothy smile, she lifted a hand and tapped him on the nose.

"I'll remind you what that is after breakfast."

His lips twitched as his eyes floated down to her legs and back up again.

"Aren't I a lucky boy?"

"Ha ha," Sara laughed, stretching her arms up in such a way, the t-shirt rode up and exposed her lower half. "If you play your cards right."

Dropping the spoon, Grissom pushed the pan off the burner and turned off the heat. As he moved to stand in front of her, Sara lifted her eyebrows at the look of steel suddenly in his eyes. The lack of clothing certainly seemed to have the effect she expected.

Excellent.

His hands lifted to cup her hips and she let out a surprised yelp as he yanked her against him.

As his lips hovered over hers, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"I think breakfast is going to have to wait," he told her.

Licking her lips, Sara fought a smirk. "What a shame."

The End.