AN: OK, first of all – I know it's been ages since I posted, so if anyone's still around, hi! Life got in the way for a while, but I have a couple more of these little fics more or less done, and I'm still working on my Buddyflies sequel – it's (as usual) taken on a life of its own and is already longer than I thought it would be when I was done, so who knows where it'll end up… As soon as I have the final chapter written, I'll start posting, so hopefully you will see more of me soon-ish

Onto this particular story – it's a little different in that it takes place in the middle of an episode, not at the end. I was watching this episode and wanted The Scene (you know the one) to continue, so I did what I usually do, and I wrote it myself! Please note that this chapter lives up to the rating…

Thanks to WalkerTRngr for the beta help!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to CSI

Leapin' Lizards

Sara sits staring at the words on the paper for a few long minutes. Eventually, a loud sound from the movie still playing on the TV makes her jump, and she fumbles for the remote, turning it off.

She hesitates for another moment, then tucks the letter back between the pages of the book and goes in search of him.

Grissom's leaning over his desk, focused on whatever it is he's doing.

"Hey," she murmurs, wrapping her arms around him from behind. His hands come up to cover hers.

"You didn't want to watch the rest of the movie?"

She lets out a breath. "Why didn't you send the letter?"

He freezes at her words, going still for a moment, then swivels the chair around to look at her. "I… I don't know."

"But you wanted me to find it? Read it? You… you put the book on my bedside table…"

He sighs, his hands settling on her hips, thumbs rubbing the exposed skin between her tank top and pajama pants. "I did," he admits. "I wasn't trying to… I'm working on getting better at…"

Sara interrupts him with a kiss. "I don't need words."

"Good." He tugs her down for another kiss, deeper this time. "I'm better at showing you, anyway."

She just hums as he reclaims her lips, pulling her closer until she has no choice but to straddle him on the chair. A groan escapes him, and she gets settled a little more comfortably, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He finds his way under her top, fingers splaying against her skin, and she arches closer, desperate for his skin on hers. When she reaches for the hem of his sweatshirt, he mimics her movements, and soon, both his shirt and her top lay abandoned on the floor.

Grissom wastes no time, trailing kisses down her throat to her breast, pulling a nipple into his mouth, and she barely holds back a whimper. He lavishes one breast, then the other, with attention, making her squirm with anticipation.

She yelps in surprise when he suddenly stands, lifting her into his arms, and puts her down on the desk behind them. She immediately reaches for the waistband on his sweatpants, and he lets her tug them down before kicking them off. She slides off the desk to get rid of her own pants, glancing in the direction of the bedroom, but he clears off the surface behind her and lifts her up onto the desk again, stepping between her legs.

She wraps a hand around him, and his eyes slide closed for a moment. Soon, though, he gently clasps her wrist, and, knowing what he wants, she pulls her hand away. He leans in, claiming her lips in another long, deep kiss, gently nudging her backwards until she's flat against the desk.

She wraps her legs loosely around his waist, pulling him closer, and he slides a hand between them, getting himself lined up. Breaking the kiss, he maintains eye contact as he slowly pushes inside her. She bites her lip against the delicious feeling, letting out a breath when he bottoms out and stills.

For a moment, they're both frozen, staring at each other. Then he leans in, nudging her chin to get better access to her throat, his teeth grazing her pulse point. "I love you."

"Mmmmm." Sara gasps as he pulls out only to sink deeper inside her. "Love you…"

He trails kisses along her throat, shoulders, up to claim her mouth, and back down, the steady rhythm of his thrusts pushing her higher and higher. When her breaths start coming faster and faster, and her nails start digging into his back, he ventures further south, lips closing around her nipple, and she cries out in pleasure. A moment later, he slips a hand between them, quickly finding her clit, and then she's flying over the edge.

Grissom slows his pace until she comes back down, then he kisses her again, starts moving faster, and soon, he's chasing his own release.

She urges him on, heels digging into his back, and a moment later, he freezes above her as he shudders inside her.

She trails her nails up and down his back as his breathing slowly returns to normal. When he pulls back a little to look at her, there's a soft smile on his lips.

"I'm glad you found the letter."

She returns the smile. "Me too."