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On we go….

Chapter 3

Vegas

Sara, with the slyest grin, walked back into the bedroom carrying two bowls, one in each hand.

Pausing by the bed she looked down upon her husband's naked body, one hand tucked neatly behind his head, his eyes roaming down her body as she approached. Glowing in the candlelight not unlike a Greek God waiting for his maidens, she struggled to take her eyes from him. All she wanted to do, right then, was ravish him on the spot.

Patience. You got this, Sara.

"So, what would you like, Professor?" she asked, lifting each bowl in turn.

His lips puckered, eyes travelling up and down her body again. "How about you take off your underwear and let me have what I really want."

Shivering at his husky tone, Sara looked down over her herself and shook her head.

"Nuh huh. Not until I say so." Her eyes found him again and she watched his narrow at her. "Now, now," she teased. "Patience is a virtue, and you opted for me to be the bossy one, so, choose. Which bowl do you want?"

His head tipped from left to right, glancing at each bowl in turn and while he made up his mind, Sara knelt on the bed and straddled him.

"So have you decided?" she asked, glancing down when she felt Grissom's hands settle upon her thighs.

"Plums."

Eyes flicking back to him, she frowned. "Well one is fruit salad but no plums."

Taking her totally by surprise, his hands shot up and cupped her breasts.

"Plums," he repeated cheekily. "Plump, soft and very, very tasty."

Mouth dropping open, Sara wasn't quite sure how to reply to that one. Should she burst out laughing or whip off her remaining clothes and ride him long and hard like the winning horse in the Kentucky Derby?

Her gaze fell back to his hands as he softly squeezed, his thumbs catching her nipples through the material of her bra and sending a tingling jolt down her spine.

"You, erm," she began, clearing her throat, "hmmm…"

She trailed off for a second, doing her best to contain the desire burning through her. Which was not easy.

He smirked. "Yes?"

Leaning toward the nightstand, she put one bowl down and then swiped his hands away.

"No," she said firmly. "No touchy. Dessert first." Now he pouted as his arms fell by his sides. "And as you didn't want to choose, then you can just watch me eat mine."

Grissom's eyebrows rose. "Well… I can think of worse things to do than sitting and watching you eat fruit."

"Does everything I say just turn you on?" she hit back.

"Right now, er yeah." Sara snorted as he continued. "And, as you can see, Mrs. Grissom, I am rather… up for the occasion."

Sara looked down and smiled. "Aren't you just."

Wriggling her butt, she plucked a grape from the bowl and his eyes were glued to her as she opened her mouth and dropped it in.

"Mmmm," she mumbled, slowly and teasingly licking her lips. "Very juicy."

"Oh, now you are just being evil," he accused huskily.

Chewing and swallowing the fruit, Sara smiled at him. "Little ole me?"

"Yes you," he just about growled.

Shrugging her shoulders, Sara took a strawberry now and held it up.

"You know what to do if you can't handle it," she said wriggling her eyebrows at him. "Can you handle it, Professor?"

Smiling brightly at him, Sara waited for him to answer but she could sense his struggle even if he was trying to hide it. It wouldn't be long now before he took control. That was almost guaranteed. But, until that happened, she would enjoy the power and the teasing because she knew he loved it, too. It wasn't all that often the shoe was on the other foot so tonight, she was going to wear it as long as possible.

Eventually, Grissom gave a slow nod and Sara giggled, holding up the strawberry between finger and thumb.

"Want some?" she asked, taking a tiny bite from the bottom, eyebrows wriggling at him.

"Absolutely."

Nothing could knock Sara's smile as she leaned over him, edging the fruit slowly towards his lips and as he leaned upwards, mouth opening, she teasingly pulled it back and took a larger bite from it.

As his eyes narrowed again, she said nothing. Instead, her hand found his cheek and with her mouth still full of delicious fruit, she kissed him. The moan from him, as her eyes closed, was sweet music to her ears. As his tongue explored her mouth in search of his treat, the blast of heat washing through her belly at the erotic sensation of the moment was enough to power the apartment through the entirety of the winter months.

"Hmmmm," breezed through her nose as her thumb worked gently over his earlobe.

Grissom was an amazing kisser anyway but adding fruit into the mix might just be her new favorite thing.

Once the exploration for the strawberry was over and the fruit gone, Sara enjoyed his mouth for a little longer before slowly pulling back, giving his chin a cheeky lick before straightening out.

"You're looking a little flushed there, babe," she told him upon noticing the nice reddish tinge his skin was becoming, along with a slight layer of perspiration forming across his chest.

"That's what they call adrenaline, my dear."

Chuckling happily that she was having that effect, Sara popped what was left of the strawberry into her mouth and plucked a slice of orange from the bowl, holding it up for him to see.

"I think I should cool you down."

Frowning a bit, his lips parted as if a question was imminent just as Sara squeezed the segment between finger and thumb. The juice trickled down onto his belly making him jump as it slid down his skin. He gave her a rather surprised look. She was certain she'd heard him swallow which was then confirmed by his Adams apple having a bit of a party.

"How's that?" she asked.

Eyebrow rising, Grissom cleared his throat. "Sticky?"

"Oh." Sara looked downwards. "I guess I'd better clean it off then."

Sara said nothing and shuffled back a bit, giving her room to lie between his legs along with just the right angle she needed. Looking up at him, running her tongue alluringly across her bottom lip, she watched his chest rise, his eyes slightly wide and growing darker and darker by the second.

Smiling at him, she dropped her lips to his tummy, fluttering delicate kisses across his skin before her tongue got in on the action and began to lick away the juice. Humming into him as she heard a gentle moan, her eyes flicked up to catch the bedsheet being scrunched between his fingers. All of this just urged her on. Nothing could beat the feeling of knowing what she was doing was making him feel good. And damn, he made her feel good in every single way no matter which of them was the recipient of the pleasure at hand.

Scooting down a bit, she licked just above his erection. Instantly, she felt a shudder when blowing gently on him and could feel the heat rising from his body. Dropping her chin onto him she looked up to catch his eyes and heard him sigh.

"Can you handle it?" she asked lovingly, drawing fingertips up his right thigh.

His chest rose again but he nodded. "Nnnnnot too much though, okay?" he stammered.

Sara giggled, delicately kissing just above his excitement. "Oh, don't you worry. I'll be extra careful."

And Sara was just that knowing how aroused he was. She could see it, hear it, smell it and, oh, my, she was about to taste it. However, one little step too far could very well end up in an early night she most certainly didn't want for either of them.

Softly, she lapped away the remaining juice that clung to his skin before drawing her tongue up his entire length. Eyes flicking back to him when hearing a groan, she smiled at the charmed like expression on his face with his eyes closed, brow slightly twitching, and lips parted. The feeling to have this kind of power, especially with someone you loved, was like no other. The one problem she was now finding was she was struggling herself and the more intense this got, the more she just wanted him inside her.

Time to speed things along.

After a couple of minutes of giving him some loving attention with her mouth and with his groans increasing, the feeling of his hand gliding through her hair was her signal to stop. After one last lick, she pushed herself up his body and as his eyes slowly opened, their mouths slammed together in a hot and fearsome kiss.

Grinding her hips and rubbing purposely against him, Sara felt his hands cup her buttocks and he ripped his lips from hers. Panting at her, he squeezed.

"You are driving me crazy."

Sara sat back, planting her palms on his chest and wriggled her hips again.

"Just wait until we get to the pineapple," she teased.

A laugh followed when he looked at her with a bemused expression. But then, as she felt his hands move up her back and her bra pull, she looked down to watch it fall from her body.

Eyebrows rising, her eyes caught his again. "I guess you don't want pineapple then."

"No more fruit," he growled.

Springing up, he took Sara by surprise, tightening his grip on her then tackling her onto her back, smiling as she squealed.

"I was wondering how long that was going to take you," she giggled.

"You are one giant tease, Mrs. Grissom," he accused.

"You know you love it."

With his eye twitching, he leaned close. "I think it's my turn for dessert, don't you? And I have the most perfect, juiciest fruit in mind to satisfy my appetite…"

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A glimmer of moonlight hit the small gap in the curtains, aiding the now wavering candle to add a little more light to room. Not that the two sleeping occupants inside were aware.

The couple lay together. Grissom was spooned behind his wife, arm around her waist and hugging her naked flesh neatly against his own. Sara's hand rested atop his, fingers very slightly entwining. Both bore quaint, happy smiles until the quiet vibrating of a cell phone caused Sara's lips to twitch.

Forehead creasing into a frown as her sleepy world was interrupted, she blindly reached out, her fingers fumbling over the top of the nightstand in search of the annoying piece of technology. Finally managing to find it, she blurrily swiped answer.

"Hello?" she mumbled sleepily and quietly, hoping not to wake Grissom. But then he moved, tightening his arm around her and she knew she'd failed.

"Hey, Sara. It's Cath."

Blinking through the darkness, Sara frowned again. "Hey," she breathed with very little enthusiasm.

"You sound sleepy," Catherine said. "Did I wake you?"

"Mmmm, yeah," Sara replied, her hand stroking over her husband's when she felt his lips on the back of her neck. He was definitely awake. "It is the middle of the night, Cath."

"Sorry," Catherine apologized. "I forget you guys have more of a regular sleeping pattern these days."

Sara snorted then yawned as her eyes closed again, leaning back to enjoy Grissom's attention when feeling his hand on her breast.

"Mmm, sometimes."

"Where are you? Are you on land?"

Eye's popping open, Sara quietly cleared her throat.

"Well, considering you've answered your cell, you must be. Right?"

Working her eyes in a circle, Sara hesitated. They hadn't told anyone about their current situation. Not even Catherine.

"Er yeah," she admitted. "We're in San Diego."

"Oh…." Catherine sounded surprised. "I didn't know that."

"We haven't mentioned it to anyone yet. So what do we owe the pleasure of a call at this hour?" she asked, trying to sound innocent and change the subject.

"Well, um," Catherine paused. "You guys need to get to Vegas. Ideally, as soon as possible. Today if you can."

Now Sara really was confused. "Err, why?"

"I think it would be best to tell you in person."

Feeling an uneasy feeling wash over her, Sara sat up and flicked on the lamp, her eyes falling to her husband as he blinked at her, his forehead creasing with a sense of confusion.

"What's going on?" Sara asked again. "You know how Gil feels about Vegas now. Just dropping by isn't really on our priority list and there'd need to be a pretty good reason to come back so soon."

"Oh, this is a good reason," Catherine said firmly. "Please trust me. I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't necessary. You really need to get down here."

Shaking her head a little, Sara kept her eyes fixed with her husband's.

"Let me talk to Gil. I'll call you back later, okay?"

"Okay," Catherine agreed. "Let me know as soon as you can."

"All right," Sara agreed, her voice totally uncertain. "Bye, Cath."

"Bye."

Deeply frowning, Sara lowered the phone and dropped it on the blankets. Reaching out, she ran a finger down the dimple in Grissom's chin and sighed softly.

"What was that?" he asked.

Sara shrugged. "I have absolutely no idea."

A/N: Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun. What is going on?