Sara walked back toward him. She was illuminated by the soft table side lamp, a dim glow on her hair. He took in every detail, intent on remembering every single nuance of this moment. His hand raised to her face. His fingers in her hair, his palm on her jawline. He leaned in and kissed her lightly. His lips just barely brushing against hers. She deepened this kiss, leaning into him more, feeling his body pressing against hers now. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and guided him further into the room as she took small steps back until the back of her legs hit the bed.
His fingers found their way under her shirt. He touched her skin, soft and warm, pulling her shirt up slowly as he worked his way up. Their kiss broke briefly as her shirt was pulled over her head. Upon reengaging the kiss, it took on a more desperate energy. He needed her with an urgency he'd never known. Her fingers worked to undo each of the buttons lining Grissom's shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders and let it lay in a heap where it fell.
He trailed kisses down her neck, over her clavicle, across the newly exposed skin. He felt like he need to consume her. Every tantalizing taste was sending him overboard. He focused on her neck below her ear and felt her vocal chords vibrate against his mouth in a barely audible moan.
She arched herself toward him. He'd never seen her this way before. And no one had ever caused his body to react with the force his was now. He looked at her, laying below him, this woman that he'd lusted for for so long. He caught her eyes briefly. Dark pools of deep chocolate orbs. Her fingers traced the beard along his jawline as their eyes searched one another's. Silently communicating the degree of intensity and desire they'd built up over six years of waiting and dancing around each other. She could feel his desire swelling against her thigh. His weight pressing against her. And suddenly she realized how real this all was. After all these years of chasing him, this is all she wanted.
There was only one piece of fabric between them now. His thumb pad grazed over the soft lace. He could feel her legs tremor as he slipped his thumb in and around the edges of the fabric. He was taking his time, as if studying the material.
"Gil…" She breathed almost pleadingly, pulling his attention back to her eyes.
The sound of his first name on her lips sent him over the edge. He worked the fabric down over her long legs and placed his thumb gently at her entrance. Warm and wet and swollen with need. She arched into his touch further. Her eyes begging him. Her hand moved up to his face, stroking his features, "Gil.." She breathed again.
He moved his thumb. Tracing trails up her stomach to her breasts. His eyes were locked on hers. She nodded, answering his unspoken question.
She sucked in a sharp gasp as he slowly entered her, nails gripped at his back. He began to move methodically inside her earning him the satisfaction of several soft but forcefully moans, which only caused him to become more aroused. Her eyes were shades darker than he'd ever seen. And knowing that he was the cause of it made him swell with excitement.
The heat rose through her body. A ball of white hot energy expanded through every nook and crevice, tightening and releasing every muscle. Her body shook in small movements as they climaxed. She became a puddle of liquid. His head buried in the crook of her neck, kissing every area of exposed skin he could reach. Her soft locks covering him, getting lost in her scent.
He continued to hold her as they were. Kissing her with the same passion he had earlier. Caressing her face lovingly. Their ragged breathing began to even out. Silently numb with satisfaction, they held tightly to each other. Neither were fully able to comprehend that they'd finally reached this point. How many time's had each fantasized about this?
Their heads were against her pillows now, long legs and arms intertwined as one. They looked at each other small smiles of pleasure resting easily on their faces. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his again, her fingers stroking his hair. She'd wanted to touch his hair like this for ages, and now that she was in a position to, she couldn't stop herself. His beard, too.
She breathed out, utterly satisfied. His eyes were small as they scanned her. He was committing her every curve to memory.