AN: PLEASE NOTE THE RATING CHANGE. This chapter is rated M. Proceed accordingly

I was honestly not sure I would write a mature installment of this series, hence the original rating. Since I try to keep them short, I tend to focus on conversation, on solving the issue or address the situation that caught my interest in the episode in question, but in this case, I felt like the conversation already happened during the episode, which let me have some fun! Besides, I figure I've abandoned enough of these just before things get good and someone would eventually come after me with a pitchfork ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to CSI

Ending Happy

"So, I make you happy, huh?" Sara tries to keep her voice light, but knows she fails miserably.

Grissom props his chin on her hip bone, and she's not sure if the confusion on his face is due to the question or the fact that she interrupted his… exploration.

"Did you think you didn't?" he asks, sounding more curious than anything.

She hates her insecurities, hates that she still can't quite relax in the relationship, even now. She thought she had been getting there, but then, well, he left for a month. And she understands why he had to, she does. But it did set her back a little, emotionally.

"No, I figured I probably did," she replies, averting her eyes. "I just… I didn't know about the… connotations in this particular context."

Sex without love makes you sad. You make me happy.

She feels him shift from his position between her legs, and wonders if they're in for a serious conversation. But instead, he moves up her body, supporting his weight on one elbow while using the other hand to gently turn her to face him.

"You make me happier than I ever imagined I could be," he tells her, eyes intent on hers, and she has to blink back a few tears.

"Yeah?"

Grissom just smiles before leaning in and kissing her. It starts out gentle, almost chaste, but when she shifts beneath him, trying to get closer, he deepens it, and a moment later, she feels his hand slide along her ribs, down her waist and leg, only to trail back up the inside of her thigh.

He breaks away when he reaches the apex between her legs, trailing kisses down her throat instead. "I love that I can do this to you," he murmurs against her skin as he slips first one, then another finger inside her, curving them up just right.

Sara can barely think, let alone speak, and she doesn't even bother trying to hold back a whimper. His mouth continues down over her collar bone, across the top of her breast, and then his tongue darts out to circle her nipple.

Her hips jerk against him without any conscious input from her brain. "Please…"

For once, he doesn't tease her, his thumb finding her clit with ease, and the orgasm builds up fast.

"Oh God," she gasps, her entire body arching against his touch. "So close…"

"Let go," Grissom urges, breath hot against her skin. "Just let go, I've got you."

His teeth grazing over her nipple provides the final little push she needs, and she cries out as she flies over the edge, waves of intense pleasure washing over her, taking her higher and higher before slowly easing.

Before she's come back down fully, she feels him against her and arches up enough to pull him inside her just a little. When he shifts forward to push the rest of the way in, Sara lets out a soft breath, her eyes sliding closed at the familiar feeling of him filling her up in the best way.

His lips skim over her ear. "Look at me."

It takes some effort to open her eyes, but when she does, the open look of complete… adoration in his is worth it. He leans in enough that their noses are brushing at the same time as he pulls out a little before thrusting deeper, making her gasp.

"I love you, I love you, I love you…"

The words are whispered against her lips, low and intimate, as they move together. Some might disregard a declaration of love in the middle of sex as just the heat of the moment, but she knows better, knows that he must have thought about the words for some time before even considering actually saying them. They would never just slip out without him meaning them.

They're not some big exclamation, not a proclamation from the rooftops, but she wouldn't want that. They're just for her, for them.

And that's all she needs.

AN: OK, so I'm a little on the fence about an aspect of this episode. Part of me feels like the whole conversation about paying for sex is the first time Grissom alludes to the whole L word, but another is, like, it's been almost two years, of course they're past that point… this little installment is my way of dealing with the first option, I guess