Dreams

Chapter One

Sara Sidle felt sick, to the core of her being and instead of being tucked up warm in bed she was sitting in a lecture theatre, at the annual forensics conference, listening to the world’s worst speaker drone on about the latest techniques in dirt analysis from crime scenes.

‘Finally’, Sara thought as the speaker, making sense for the first time in two hours, announced they would be breaking for lunch. Even though the thought of food nauseated her, Sara was desperate to escape the confines of the room.

Unsteadily rising to her feet Sara, unconsciously grasped at the nearest object to her in an attempt to re-gain her balance. Gil Grissom’s arm her boss and man of her dreams. Quite literally the man of her dreams as it seemed he featured in most of Sara’s dreams of late, something that both excited and unnerved her.

“Sara, are you okay?” Grissom asked, concern evident in his blue eyes, oh those eyes.

“Fine, just stood up too quickly” Sara assured him, frantically trying to focus and ignore the feel of his arm in her hand. Even though she wasn’t sure if she could stand on her own, she reluctantly released her hold on Grissom’s silently praying she would remain upright.

“You know Sara, you do look a little peaky” Catherine commented.

“Maybe you’ll feel better after you’ve eaten” Grissom said, not noticing the grimace that passed over Sara’s face as he guided her out of the theatre and towards the dining room, the other 3 members of the team following closely behind.

The facilities at the resort where the conference was being held were really quite spectacular, unfortunately, and somewhat ironically, the programme left little time with which to enjoy them.

As the neared the entrance to the dining room, the smell of the food was too much for Sara and, had it not been for Grissom’s hand at her elbow, she would have fallen to the floor. He led her away from the door and helped her into a chair in the hallway.

“I think I should probably go up to my room”

“That sounds like a good idea”, Catherine agreed, “you want a hand?”

“I’ve got it covered” Grissom replied as helped Sara to her feet, “you guys go have some lunch, and enjoy the afternoon seminars”

Grissom led Sara to the lift, noticing she was leaning on him more heavily with each step. Once in the lift he looked at her and was worried at her appearance, her face was deathly pale except for two bright spots of colour on her cheeks, her eyes were glazed and unfocused and she looked to be struggling to remain conscious.

By the time the lift arrived at their floor Grissom was practically carrying her, in order to simplify things as they exited the elevator he lifted her into his arms and carried her towards his room.

“Grissom, put me down, I can walk” Sara grumbled though she was enjoying the feeling of being held to his chest. She only wished she was in a condition to truly enjoy it and that the reason he was holding her was because he wanted to and not because she was too sick to walk.

Somehow Grissom made it through the door without dropping Sara and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

“Hey, this isn’t my room” Sara said groggily, struggling to stay awake.

“Very observant, but my room is closer to the lift and I don’t think I could have carried you much further”

“I could have walked Grissom,” she mumbled.

“What and have you pass out and injure yourself on Department time, I don’t think so” Grissom replied, the gleam in his eye giving away his amusement at her behaviour. “Let’s get you comfortable”. Grissom said as he removed her shoes and socks shocked at the heat of her skin beneath his fingers as he held her legs.

He looked up at her and his concern grew. Her checks were brighter and she was fading in and out, muttering incomprehensibly.

“Sara, Sara”

“Get off” Sara murmured, pushing Grissom away as he tried to rouse her. He needed to lower her fever. Without even thinking he began to remove her jeans and shirt, Sara barely resisting. The sight of her lying on his bed in her underwear affected him more than he could of imagined. She still felt too hot so he went into the bathroom, returning with a cool cloth to wipe her down.

Sara lay on the bed and enjoying the feeling of the cool cloth against her skin. “Hmm Grissom” she moaned, then jolted when she realised she wasn’t dreaming but was laying on Grissom’s bed half naked while he was gently rubbing her body with a wonderfully cool cloth. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was and felt herself blushing as he continued his ministrations.

Grissom started when he heard Sara moan his name and couldn’t help but notice the flush that had crept over her body that had nothing to do with her fever.

Their eyes met and Sara flushed even more as she realised Grissom had noticed her arousal. She turned to cover herself but found that Grissom prevented her actions. As she looked at him to question him, she recognised the same passion in his eyes that she was feeling and slowly relaxed into his touch.

“I thought you were trying to lower my fever”.

“Shhh” Grissom whispered as he leant over and brushed his lips against hers, “I’ll make you feel better, don’t worry” he murmured as he replaced the cloth with his lips, kissing a path down her body, blowing cool air across her heated skin, sending shivers of desire coursing through her body.

Sara couldn’t believe how turned on she was at his touch, never in any of her dreams had it felt this wonderful. Her nipples had hardened against his caress and ached against the fabric of her bra. She reached behind her to take it off again Grissom stopped her.

“Relax, just let me do this” Grissom shushed her with another soft kiss to her lips that left her aching for more. She pushed up to his mouth and moved her lips against his, groaning as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss, she responded moving her tongue against his. He finally broke the kiss leaving both of them breathless, but needy of more. Grissom kissed her lips again briefly before moving to her ear, sucking her lobe into his mouth then nuzzling her neck.

Sara couldn’t keep still, the sensations almost too much for her to handle. He moved down her body until her reached the rise of her breasts, she thrust her chest up into his face, he chuckled slightly and taking advantage of her back arching off the mattress reached around and released her breasts from their lacy covering. He moved his mouth to her nipple and wasted no time in pulling it into his mouth. He wanted this too much to tease and was struggling to maintain control. Sara’s constant writhing and moaning weren’t helping matters.

As his mouth lavished attention on her breast his hands had wandered lower and were stroking the smooth skin of her hips and upper thighs, her softness amazing him. He slowly eased his fingers under her knickers, pausing slightly at Sara’s gasp, encouraged to continue when she whimpered thinking he had stopped.

His fingers trailed through her pubic hair grazing over her aroused nub. He slipped his fingers into her lips, amazed at how wet she was, his desire for her growing as he felt hers’ for him. Slowly he entered her with his finger, causing her hips to arch up into him. He gently moved it in and out of her as he continued to kiss and fondle her breasts.

“Oh God, Gris, ohhh”

Grissom raised his head from her chest and gazed into her eyes, he reached up to kiss her before moving down her body, removing his fingers and replacing them with his mouth, plunging his tongue into her. Sara’s whole body lifted up at the change in sensation. It wasn’t long before Grissom could feel her tensing and knew she was close. Taking her clitoris gently between his lips his fingers again began to thrust in and out as he sucked her nub. That was all it took and Sara screamed his name as her orgasm rushed over her, he continued to gently suck on her as she slowly returned and her body began to relax.

Grissom removed his fingers slowly and moved up the bed to lie beside her. “Feeling better,” he asked with a smile, wiping sweat from her face that had nothing to do with her high temperature.

“Mmmm, much”, she murmured, snuggling into him as he pulled the blankets over them. He gazed down at her, gently stroking her hair as she drifted off to sleep. He couldn’t quite believe what he had done but reasoned there would be plenty of time to worry about that later. He gave a sigh and joined Sara in sleep.

Chapter Two

Sara awoke to a pounding head and an aching body, yet somehow she didn’t seem to care. Her fever had broken during the night as she had slept in the arms of the man she loved. LOVED? Yes, she realised now that she was in love with Gil Grissom. The memories of the day came rushing back to her as she admitted this to herself. Grissom’s hands, Grissom’s mouth, there were parts that were a bit foggy. She wasn’t sure if she imagined Grissom carrying her to his bed or not, she couldn’t exactly remember much from yesterday. But, her body certainly hadn’t dreamt up the orgasm Grissom had given her last night and she wasn’t likely to forget it any time soon.

“Hmmm” she murmured still half-asleep breathing in the scent of Grissom as he lay next to her. She rolled onto her back and ran her hands down her body, following the path Grissom’s mouth had taken the night before. She touched her lips, still tingling from his kiss, sucking her finger into her mouth and simulating the action of Grissom’s tongue, groaning as her body reacted to her thoughts.

Her hands moved down to her breasts, she ran them over the soft flesh, feeling her nipples harden under the caress she began squeezing and kneading them lightly sending jolts of pleasure over her body which focused at her core. Sara put her fingers to her lips and moistened them, returning to breasts she began rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, her breath quickening at the sensations it was sending through her, though nothing compared to the feel of his lips

She could feel herself getting wet. Sara’s hands left her breasts and moved down over her flat stomach, she ran her fingertips lightly over the skin, down to her hips and back up to under her breasts, causing goose bumps to raise on her skin, she could feel the fine hairs standing on end and gave into a shiver of pleasure.

Trailing her fingers over her pubic hair she ran her fingers through it lightly grazing her clitoris which began throbbing even more with direct touch. She pressed down and made slow circles on the sensitised nub. Her other hand moved its way into her moist centre, still sensitive from Grissom’s touch parting the folds and slowly gliding along the wetness. She began mimic the actions of Grissom, slowly inserting her fingers into herself and gently thrusting in and out of her hot tunnel which was slick with the fluid of her arousal, with her other hand she began to rub her clitoris more forcefully, using two fingers to surround the bundle of nerves.

The sensation on her already excited body caused a shudder to course through her. With both of her hands pleasuring her body and the memories of yesterday running through her mind, it wasn’t long before she climaxed, tensing and shaking as the orgasm came over body.

She sighed and moved to snuggle up to Grissom only to find the place where he had lain was empty, and the scent she had smelled was coming from the pillow he had slept on, which had fallen against her. She sighed again, this time with sadness.

Slowly she opened her eyes, cautious of the bright light of day, only to discover the drapes were drawn and only the soft light from the bedside lamps lit the room. She gazed longingly at Grissom’s spot on the bed, wishing he was here, and saw propped up against his pillow an envelope with her name on it. Smiling she shifted up in bed to sit against the pillows, as the sheets fell from her body she looked down at her nakedness and saw faint marks of the passion Grissom had visited upon it the previous day and she blushed at the thought of what had actually happened.

Suddenly she felt nervous about what might be in the envelope. What if was him telling her he regretted what had happened. ‘Get over it Sidle’, she admonished herself, just read the damn note and get it over with.

With shaking hands she reached for the envelope and emptied it’s contents into her lap. What fell out brought a smile to her lips and a feeling of hope to replace her fear. A folded piece of paper and a box of cold and flu tablets. With hands still shaking, from happiness now, she opened the note and began to read.

Dear Sara,

You are beautiful when you sleep.

I am sorry to have had to leave before you woke up, believe me I would have loved nothing more than to have you wake up in my arms. However. I felt that one of us should make an appearance at this morning’s session.

I have put out a t-shirt for you to wear, should be more comfortable than your clothes, and more practical than a sheet…

Sara blushed as she looked down and saw the shirt folded neatly at the end of the bed.

…take two of the tablets and get some rest. I will come up during the morning break and we can talk.

Love Grissom

Wearing a grin that threatened to split her face, Sara leant back against the pillows and closed her eyes. The relief that had washed over her body had been replaced by a feeling quite unlike any she had ever known. To love and to be loved, by Grissom. Sara had never been so happy, nervous or anxious before in her life, and she loved it.

Opening her eyes she saw that Grissom had left a glass of juice and a glass of water with a red rose in it on the table next to her.

Sara sat up and reached down to pick up the t-shirt, she pulled it over her head, inhaling the scent of Grissom as it covered her body. She opened the box of tablets, taking two she swallowed them with a mouthful of the juice and snuggled back down under the covers.

With his note still clutched in her hand, she gave a sigh and fell into a contented slumber, the smile still on her face.

Chapter Three

With his heart in his throat Gil Grissom unlocked the door to his room and entered, mindful of the fact that Sara may still be sleeping he closed it quietly behind him.

The sight of Sara lying asleep in his bed stirred him more than he would have ever thought possible. The love he felt for at this moment astounded him, never before had he been so affected by another. He walked towards the bed and lay the flowers he held in his hand on the end.

With his heart pounding Grissom leant over Sara and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Sighing he lowered himself into a chair to watch her sleep. Memories of yesterday flooded over him, how her body had felt under his hands, on her mouth. He could feel his arousal growing and stirring in his pants as he remembered the way she had responded to him.

A sudden thought came to him and caused a cold shiver to pass through his body, his arousal disappearing, replaced with fear. What if she hadn’t been responding to him, she was delirious with fever hardly in any condition to have been thinking clearly. Oh God what if he had pushed her into doing something she hadn’t wanted to do, how could he ever forgive himself, would Sara ever be able to forgive him? He could see it all so clearly now.

‘Stupid old fool’ he berated, ‘how could you ever think she would want to be with you?’ The things he had done to her, forced upon her. ‘You knew she was sick and her mind was muddled from the fever, you put her in a position where she had to rely on you. She trusted you and you betrayed her, you claim you love her yet when she needs you most you violate her putting your own needs and desires before her. You weak foolish man’. Grissom’s heart screamed with pain, anguish overcoming him his head fell to his hands and he began to quietly sob.

Gradually Sara awoke from her slumber, stretching languorously as she moved back into consciousness. Remarkably the pounding in her head had abated and the aching in her body was less, those tablets Grissom had left for her making all the difference. ‘Hmmm Grissom’, a smile formed on her lips as thoughts of him danced through her mind. He wanted her, he had signed the note “love Grissom”, not from or simply Grissom but love.

Slowly she became aware of a strange sound, opening her eyes she saw Grissom sitting in a chair by the bed, his head in his hands, his body shaking. It was then she realised the noise was coming from Grissom, he was crying. Why would he be crying? Sara threw the covers aside and arose from the bed, walking over to him.

“Grissom” she whispered as she leant down in front of him. Slowly Grissom raised his head and looked at her through red rimmed eyes, his face puffy from crying. Sara was shocked at the sadness she saw in his eyes, what could possibly have upset him so much? It was hard for Sara to conceive that Grissom could be so upset, considering yesterday had been one of the greatest experiences of her life. Maybe he’d had some bad news. What if something had happened to one of the others?

“What’s wrong, has something happened? Grissom please, tell me”

Grissom shook his head, unable to speak what he if told her his fears and she confirmed them. He couldn’t look at her, she was so beautiful and he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and tell her how much he loved her.

Sara reached up and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks, cupping them in her palms she leant forward and placed a kiss upon his lips. She was startled when he jerked his head away from her, his eyes met hers this time filled with confusion. He touched his lips in wonderment as he looked into her eyes and saw love reflected back in them. Could he have been mistaken in his thoughts?

“You’re not angry at me?” Grissom asked.

“Why would I be angry with you Grissom, I mean you left me a beautiful note and the tablets and just everything, how could you think...?” Sara ended, unsure of what to say.

“I just… you were so sick and I took advantage of you and you have every right to hate me”.

“You think I regret what happened” Sara didn’t ask it as a question but Grissom nodded his head in response.

“I could never regret what happened between us, it wasn’t expected but it definitely wasn’t unwanted. Please Grissom don’t ever think that, I love you”. Sara leant in to place another kiss on Grissom’s mouth, tasting the salt of his tears on his lips.

“Oh Sara” Grissom cried out as he buried his head in her neck, clinging to her almost afraid if her let her go she would disappear.

“Shhh” Sara comforted him. “I’m not going anywhere” she reassured, “I’m never going anywhere”

Suddenly Grissom remembered the flowers and quickly got to his feet, leaving a very stunned Sara kneeling by the chair, Grissom retrieved the flowers from the end of the bed and presented them to Sara, who had since stood up. Sara took them from him and brought them to her face inhaling the heady scent of the lilies.

“They’re beautiful,” she said.

“Not as beautiful as you” Grissom replied. Pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her.

“I love you” he whispered in her ear. Slowly Grissom pulled back from the embrace, keeping his arms around her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I feel okay, those tablets work pretty well. I feel better than I did yesterday” Sara replied, blushing as she remembered part of yesterday when she felt way better than okay.  

Grissom grinned as he noticed the colour rising in her cheeks, a flush he recognised as not belonging to any fever.

Without warning, Grissom pulled Sara back into his arm, lifting her up and spinning her around. Letting the flowers fall to the floor Sara wound her arms around his neck and as they stopped spinning pulled his head towards hers and kissed him. Grissom lowered her to the ground and deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue against her lips asking for permission to enter her mouth, Sara allowed him access groaning as his tongue brushed against her own. Grissom sucked Sara’s tongue into his mouth, pulling her closer to him as he crushed his lips against hers. Slowly they pulled apart, both breathing heavily, and gazed at each other lustfully before falling into another passionate kiss.

This time it was Sara who broke the embrace leaning back to run her fingers over Grissom’s lips, marvelling at their softness. Grissom parted his lips and sucked them into his mouth groaning as he tasted her, then paused as he remembered what it was he could taste. He looked up to Sara with questioning eyes and she blushed as she realised that Grissom could taste her on her fingers.

“We have been busy this morning haven’t we?” Grissom chuckled, amused at Sara’s embarrassment. “It doesn’t bother me, I… I like the idea…” now it was Grissom’s turn to redden as he felt himself completely out of his depth. This was an entirely new experience for him, the desire to know everything about the woman in front of him.

He pulled her back into another kiss, pulling her tongue deep into his mouth and sucking on it before releasing it slightly and repeating the motion. Sara could hardly stand, what Grissom did to her, she began to move her hands up and down his body, caressing his sides, massaging his head and running her fingers through his hair before they came to rest on his buttocks, slightly squeezing the flesh.

“You know” Grissom murmured against Sara’s lips, “I was wrong about the T-shirt, it’s really not very practical at all”. Slowly his hands moved down until the were at the hem of the shirt, with one swift motion he pulled it up and over Sara’s head, following the material until it passed over her hands which he grasped in his as the shirt fell to the floor. Holding both of Sara’s hands above her head Grissom stepped back to look at her.

“God you’re beautiful” and then lowered his head to her neck, kissing and licking at the soft skin there as he slowly walked them over to the bed and lay Sara down, climbing up beside her.

Grissom lay on his side, propping himself up on one elbow he slowly ran his other hand along Sara’s naked length, up and down revelling in the feel of her. Sara reached up and began to unbutton Grissom’s shirt, her fingers aching to know what he felt like.

Yesterday had been all her and she was yet to see him naked. She pushed his shirt off his shoulder and leant in to kiss the exposed flesh. Grissom shrugged the material off and let it fall to the floor. Sara turned on her side so they were facing each other and began running her fingers up and down the flesh of his torso as Grissom resumed his exploration of Sara’s body.

They lay there, she naked, he half- naked content for the moment with just being together. Slowly the intensity of their actions increased, the touches turned to caresses and their heads came together, their lips meeting in a series of kisses, teasing kisses with nibbling of lips, tongues licking and evading each other, slowly driving each other wild with desire.

“Make love to me Grissom”, Sara asked as rolled onto her back pulling him with her. Grissom supported himself by his hands on either side of her and looked into her eyes.

“Are you sure?”.

“Very, and so are you by the feel of things” Sara replied as she felt his arousal pressing into her.

Grissom sat up and removed the rest of his clothing as Sara knelt up in front of him, gazing at his naked form, taking in his evident arousal. She reached out to take him in her hand gently caressing his hardness, causing Grissom to gasp. Slowly Sara began moving her hand up and down his throbbing erection, feeling it grow harder at her touch.

Grissom leant in and began to kiss her, one hand holding her head to his, the other trailing down over her body, massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples before moving lower to find her hot wet centre. He parted her lips using his fingers and eased them inside of her, slowly thrusting in and out, bringing moans of pleasure from Sara and causing her to tighten her grip on him.

“Please Grissom”, Sara gasped. Grissom gently lifted her up unto his lap as Sara guided him into her, slowly lowering her so he could slide inside. Sara paused as she felt him fill her for the first time before slowly beginning to rock her hips, the motion of her body rubbing her breasts up and down Grissom’s chest creating a delicious friction with his chest hair.

Grissom couldn’t believe how good he felt inside of her, couldn’t quite believe it was happening, the feel of her moving on him, her breasts rubbing against his chest. It was exquisite torture and one he would gladly endure everyday for the rest of his life. They were moving together now, both kneeling on the bed, their arms wrapped around each other, lips and tongues melded together.

“Oh god… Grissom, oh” Sara moaned his name as she felt herself getting close, Grissom’s thrusts up into Sara increasing as he felt her tensing around him, his hands going to her hips, lifting her off him and bringing her down firmly as he pushed up.

“Sara, Sara, Sara” he repeated her name over and over, then… feeling her tense and she cried out his name as she came, her muscles contracting around him as her orgasm hit. It was all he needed and one more thrust into her had him spilling his seed inside of her as they both collapsed, spent, onto the mattress.

Sara reached up to run her fingers though Grissom’s hair, damp from the exertion, slowly their breathing returned to normal and Grissom slid out of her as he rolled off her to lie by her side. Gently caressing her sweat slick skin, feeling it twitching under his touch, still sensitive.

“That was amazing” Sara sighed as she pulled his head close for a kiss.

“Yes” was Grissom’s simple reply.

Grissom rolled onto his back pulling Sara with him so her head lay on his chest, he pulled the covers over them and they both drifted off, sated, for the moment.

Chapter Four

Gil Grissom awoke to the novel feel of Sara Sidles’ naked body pressed against his, and it felt like heaven. His mind was still processing everything that had transpired between them in the past 24 hours. Who would have believed that one day could change his entire life. As he was thinking his hand had unconsciously begun to stroke Sara’s hair and her shoulder where it was exposed above the blankets. His body and heart had sorted things out much quicker than his over analysing brain. As much as Grissom would love to just go with these feelings he was experiencing, it wasn’t his way.

A lifetime of study and analysis had programmed his mind to never take things at face value, he always had to go deeper Grissom hated surprises he needed to understand the why. It made him a brilliant scientist but had always affected his interpersonal relationships, most women couldn’t understand his need to over analyse the simplest details, and they tired of being treated like his insects and invariably moved on. Until Sara.

Sara had seen through his almost obsessive need to categorise every situation, had recognised it not as indifference but as a protective measure. Gil Grissom was terrified of being known, so he made sure he knew everything about what was around him be it people or objects. Sara had surprised him she had refused to allow him to hide behind this façade and over the years had slowly begun to know him and now here she was sleeping naked beside him. All he could think was how lucky he is to have met this stubborn and beautiful woman.

Deep in thought Grissom had failed to hear the knocking at his door, it was only when Sara, who had begun to awaken at the noise, stirred beside him that he was brought out of his reverie and noticed what had disturbed her.

“Grissom, I know you’re in there” Catherine’s voice could be heard calling through the door.

Sara buried her head into Grissom’s neck and groaned at the intrusion. “Sara, you know how at some point we would have had a conversation concerning telling the rest of the team?”

“Mhmm”.

“Well were not going to need it, the second I open the door to let Catherine in, they’ll as good as be told”.

“Make her go away” she grumbled.

“Never gonna happen. You know as well as I do Catherine is almost as stubborn as you”.  

“Hey” Sara retorted, now fully awake, as she sat up to punch Grissom in the arm.

Grissom got up and walked over to the closet to get his robe, he turned to find Sara gazing at his naked form, a blush covered his body at her blatant ogling of his body and he quickly donned the robe and tied it closed.

“Maybe you should put something on before I open the door” was Grissom’s flustered advice as he took his turn to look appreciatively upon Sara’s naked torso that had been exposed when she sat up. Sara wiggled her breasts at him provocatively as she took the proffered t-shirt from Grissom.

“You’re not making this easy, you know?” Sara just laughed but hadn’t failed to notice the obvious bulge that the robe was unable to disguise.

Realising suddenly how hard this was going to be for Grissom, Sara offered up a silent apology, which Grissom accepted with a smile and a raising of eyebrows that, simply translated meant ‘this is going to hurt’.

“Grissom, come on” Catherine’s pounding on the door had been unrelenting throughout Grissom and Sara’s entire exchange, Grissom wisely decided not to keep her waiting any longer. As he unlocked the door Catherine burst in a flurry of word spilling out.

“When you didn’t come back for from the afternoon break, and nobody has been able to get in touch with Sara, we were all so…Sara! You mean she’s been here all along?” Catherine asked incredulously. “How, what…aren’t you supposed to be sick? What are you now Dr. Grissom?”

“Actually yes”.

“You know what I mean” shot back an obviously irritated Catherine. “I can’t believe you spent the entire morning with us and never said anything”.

“There was nothing to tell Catherine”.

“You expect me to believe nothing happened, with Sara lying half naked in your bed, and you’re well…?”, Catherine stammered, having the decency to blush, as she noticed Grissom’s obvious arousal, he went and sat in one of the chairs, crossing his legs protectively.

“I didn’t say that, but Sara was still asleep when I left and we hadn’t made any decisions, and this is really none of your business.”

“So I guess you’re feeling better” Catherine turned to Sara and asked, innuendo dripping from her words.

“Actually, I don’t feel so good.”

“You’re supposed to take 2 of those tablets every four hours.” Grissom said as he walked over to the table.

He picked up the glass of juice, took it into the bathroom…Sara and Catherine could hear the sound of a tap running. Grissom returned with the glass, now filled with water.

“It’s been there all morning” he answered their quizzical looks as he handed Sara the glass and 2 more tablets. Sara gazed at Grissom with amazement whilst Catherine rolled her eyes and looked around the room.

“Nice flowers” she commented, noticing them for the first time, “aren’t lilies associated with funerals?”

“I think they’re lovely” Sara quickly replied as she noticed Grissom’s face fall at Catherine’s remark as he bent down to retrieve the flowers from where they had fallen earlier. Placing them on the desk he flashed a quick smile at Sara as he moved to sit on the bed at her feet.

“I like the scent of lilies, besides associations are made by other people and are irrelevant to personal likes or dislikes.” Sara continued as she caught Grissom’s smile and grinned back at him, nudging him through the blankets with her feet.

“Settle down Sara, I didn’t come here to bust your chops” Catherine smirked as she noticed the small looks and touches passing between the new lovers.

“What are you doing here?” Grissom interrupted.

“As I was saying before, we missed you after lunch and Nick had been trying to call Sara’s room all day with no luck, guess I’ve managed to solve both mysteries”.

“Well now you have discovered we are both fine, you can go about your business. I will be attending all seminars tomorrow and I’m sure Sara will be too, if she’s feeling up to it.”

Sara nodded in agreement as Grissom stood and led Catherine to the door.

“I realise it’s pointless to ask you not to say anything, but try and keep in between the team, for now”, Grissom said to Catherine as he opened the door and gave the reluctant to leave guest a push into the hallway. Grissom shut the door with a resounding thud and collapsed back against it.

“Come on, it’s alright. They would have found out eventually and at least this way we don’t have to worry about hiding things” Sara tried to reassure Grissom.

 “Come here” she beckoned. Slowly Grissom pushed himself off the door and made his way over to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped and his head in his hands slowly shaking back and forth. For this intensely private man the past 10 minutes had been an incredibly painful experience.

Sara shifted in the bed until she was sitting behind Grissom and began to rub his shoulders and the back of his neck. Grissom groaned and Sara felt the tension in him begin to ease.

Lifting his head and nuzzling it back against Sara he asked. “We’re going to be okay aren’t we?”.

“Shhh, of course we are. It took me this long to find you, it will take forever for me to let you go”. A small sob escaped from Grissom’s lips and he turned his head to kiss her.

Sara leant back and drew Grissom onto the bed with her never breaking the kiss.

She rolled them so she was lying on top of Grissom and slowly deepened the kiss, moving her tongue into his mouth and softly thrusting into the moist warmth. Grissom shivered beneath her and Sara could feel his erection pressing into her leg. Slowly she lifted herself from the kiss and looked down at Grissom, the stunned look of arousal on his face exciting her even more.

She began to kiss her way down his body, sliding her tongue over his lips and down over his chin where it rasped over the stubble that had begun to grow. Down over his throat sucking lightly on the tender skin, feeling his jugular throbbing beneath her lips. Down over his chest where it lay exposed from the robe that had slipped to the side, stopping to tease at his nipples, pulling one then the other into her mouth running her tongue around them causing Grissom to cry out her name and squirm beneath her. Down over his stomach where she dipped her tongue into his navel, pushing it into the crevice and licking her way out gently. Down over the trail of hair that grew on his abdomen, pausing briefly to undo the robe and push it aside. Down over his hips to lick at the sensitive skin from his inner thighs down to his knees and back up again.

“Oh God Sara” Grissom rasped as her reached down to her. Sara pushed his hands away as she knelt up between his legs.

“Please, let me” She almost begged as she saw the hesitation in his eyes. Grissom nodded his head and lay back down with a sigh. Sara could sense how hard it was for him to let her do this for him. For him to give himself to her, completely. Never in her life had she wanted anything more than this man lying in front of her.

Sara lowered her head and resumed her exploration of Grissom’s body. She moved her head up over the path she had just followed down, savouring the feel of his skin on her lips, pausing often to taste it with her tongue, leaving trails of wetness that caused shivers of excitement to course through Grissom’s body.

Grissom’s member lay erect on his stomach, throbbing with arousal even though Sara was yet to touch it. The sight of it caused Sara’s own arousal to increase and she felt her centre begin to throb in time with him. Slowly she moved down to his erection, blowing slightly over the head as her lips drew close. She felt Grissom stiffen slightly as she pressed her lips to the head of his penis. Gently she rubbed his sides with her hands trying to reassure him with her touch as she slowly moved her mouth down his length, licking the underside with her tongue, and up again sucking gently as she reached the head. Sara ran her tongue over the tip and then slowly down to the base, bringing one hand down to fondle his balls, rolling them in her hands and gently squeezing.

Grissom was finding it almost impossible to stay still. He longed to reach down and pull her up to him but knew he had to let her do this, for both of them. Her mouth on him felt incredible. Never in his life had he been so intoxicated by another person’s touch, but this wasn’t just any person it was Sara and he couldn’t believe how long he had waited. It all seemed so clear now how easy it was to be together, the joy of being together quickly erasing the torment they had put the other through by ignoring their feelings.

“Oh Sara” he groaned over and over as her mouth and tongue continued to lavish him with attention.

Sara looked up and her eyes met with Grissom’s she could tell by the glazed look in them that he wouldn’t last much longer. Gradually she withdrew her mouth from him, kissing and licking her way up his shaft and sucking briefly on the tip before sitting up.

Grissom looked up, instantly missing the feel of Sara’s mouth on him, only to see her lift herself up and straddle him, reaching down she took hold of him gently stroking his erection as she guided him to her centre slowly lowering herself down onto him.

Grissom groaned deeply at the sensation of her hot wetness surrounding him. She paused when he was completely inside her, reaching out her hands to join them with his. As they entwined their fingers together she began to gently rock her hips back and forth over him, whispering his name and moaning with pleasure.

The sight of Sara above him, her breasts jiggling with her movements, the sound of his name on her lips was almost too much for Grissom and he began to thrust his hips upwards in time to Sara’s rocking.

“Oh God Gil” Sara cried out at the increased movement and began to move faster on him, lifting herself up and down his length now, pushing down with force as she meet Grissom’s thrusts up into her, gripping his hands tightly as she struggled to keep her balance.

Their movements gaining speed as they lost themselves in the frenzy of their lovemaking. Grissom slamming his body up now as Sara rode him, lifting up and grinding down on him as they drove each other to the edge.

“Oh Gris, Gil oh” Sara intoned as waves of pleasure began flowing through her and she came her muscles clenching around him as Grissom stiffened and screamed her name and with one last thrust upwards gave into his release deep inside her, his body shaking as Sara continued to pulse around him.

“Oh God” Sara gasped as she collapsed onto Grissom’s chest her body heaving with the exertion and her orgasm. Grissom unentwined their fingers and brought his hands up to her back, holding her close and running them over her sweat slick skin.

Sara burrowed her face into his neck nuzzling the skin with her mouth, tasting the salt from his sweat. It seemed forever to them as they lay together savouring the feeling of the others body pressed into theirs’, hands gently caressing sensitive skin, lips placing soft loving kisses, names and words of love whispered between them.

Gently Grissom rolled them so they were lying on their side, their arms still wrapped tightly around each other, his now limp member sliding slowly out of her, causing them both to shiver slightly.

Grissom briefly eased on arm from Sara to reach out and draw the blankets over them, quickly returning it to her body, holding her ever closer as he drifted into the blissful slumber of lovers. Sara felt his body relax against her, fighting sleep for the moment to enjoy the feeling of his body pressed up close to her. Sighing with joy as she realised her love for this man knew no bounds, content now to allow herself to be lulled to sleep by the sound of his breathing and the feel of his heart beating in unison with hers.

Chapter Five

Sara woke up and stretched her body her illness all but passed, apart from a slight ache in her joints she felt great, better than great she smiled and pressed her naked length up against the equally naked body of the man sleeping next to her. Grissom responded to her touch, moving closer to her. The feel of her stirring him from his sleep. They had both woken the other during the night, revelling in the delight of being with each other, once soft and slow, another time hard and fast. She couldn’t get enough of him and he knew he would never tire of taking pleasure from her body.

“Morning” he murmured as he snuggled closer, his eyes still shut.

“Hey” she mumbled against his lips as she moved hers against him. “Promise you won’t take this the wrong way?”

“Huh?” he questioned his eyes opening as Sara sprang from the bed and raced to the bathroom.

He gave a small laugh and rolled onto his back, his eyes closing as he ran the events of the past two days through his mind. He still couldn’t believe his audacity at seducing her when she was ill. A smile formed on his lips as he remembered the first time they had made love. In less than 48 hours he had created more happy memories with Sara than in the past 40 years. His only worry was what lies outside the four walls of this room, he wished they could stay here forever, just the two of them. No having to worry what other people thought of them being together, no risk to her reputation for sleeping with her supervisor, no having to continually justify their actions to his superiors. There were no official reasons they couldn’t be together, but interdepartmental relationships were discouraged, let alone within the same shift. His smile had given way to a frown and it was this expression that Sara saw as she emerged from the bathroom.

“Gris, what’s wrong?” she asked as she climbed back into bed, moving over to gently touch the worry lines on his forehead.

“Nothing, just the musings of an old man”

“Don’t” Sara said “Don’t make age an issue here Gil, because it never will be, not for me”

“Sorry” Grissom apologised as her pulled her into his arms, drawing her up onto his body. “I was just feeling a little overwhelmed. Thinking about the future, having to leave this room”

“You’re worried what people will say?” Grissom nodded his head as always amazed at her ability to read the situation. “There’s nothing to worry about Gris. I know it’s not going to be easy, but since when have we done anything the easy way?”

“You have a point” He smiled as her lifted his head to kiss her. His hands moving to her shoulders, his thumbs caressing her throat and under her jaw as he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue in to her mouth.

Sara groaned as his tongue entered her mouth, playing along her teeth before moving against her own, sucking it into his mouth and lightly dragging his teeth along it. Her body squirming on top of his as she ran her hands through his hair, scraping her nails over his scalp enjoying the feeling of him shivering at her touch. She loved how she could turn him on with her touch, his arousal fuelling her own.

Sara began to sit up, pulling away from the kiss. Grissom stopped her, pulling her back to him and rolling them so she now lay under him, his body propped up on either side by his elbows.

“Sara, let me make love to you” he asked as he dipped his head to kiss her neck.

Speechless Sara merely nodded her head, Grissom feeling her assent through his lips. His tongue snaked out to lick the soft skin under her ear, feeling her pulse begin to race at his touch. He began to suck on the skin drawing it into his mouth and nibbling lightly before releasing it and moving down her neck, marking a path down to her collar bone. His fingers caressing the back of her head as he ran his thumbs over her checks and lips, Sara sucking them into her mouth.

Grissom groaned as Sara pulled his thumbs into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them as she pulled one then the other into her mouth. He removed his thumbs sliding them up over her face and into her hair, running his fingers through it and scraping his nails over her scalp as she had done to him, enjoying the familiar tremors than ran through her body. Bringing his lips again to hers, soft baby kisses that sent tingles through her body.

Sara groaned as he deepened the kiss, pressing his lips against hers his tongue prodding at her mouth seeking entrance. She parted her lips and pulled his tongue into her mouth sucking it in as she pushed hers into his mouth her body writhing under his at the sensations he was creating in her.

Neither of them having had many previous sexual partners, their lack of experience made up for by their desire to bring pleasure. Sara doing to Grissom what he had done to her both enjoying the shared reactions of each other.

Grissom broke the kiss and lifted his head to look at Sara, her lips parted slightly and swollen from his kiss, he bent to lick them, not lingering but continuing to watch her face. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal. His hands left her hair and he stroked his thumbs over the pink flesh. Sara opened her eyes, almost black with arousal and gazed up at him.

“Hey” she whispered “you okay?”

“Yeah” he whispered back, almost reverently as if to speak aloud would be sacrilege.

“You are so beautiful” he breathed into her ear, the sensation travelling down her body to her toes, her reflexes pulling her away from him slightly until she settled into his touch.

 He ran his tongue around the shell of her ear before sucking her lobe into his mouth, nibbling on it before releasing it and returning to her neck. Re-tracing his path to her collarbone, this time continuing over her heaving chest to her breasts. He licked across the softness tracing around the nipple with his tongue, pulling the hardened nub into his mouth dragging his teeth over it lightly. His hand caressed her other breast, his fingers teasing her nipple until it hardened, his hand splaying over the fullness, covering it, moving in circles her nipple rubbing against his palm.

“Oh Gil” Sara sighed, he smiled at the use of her first name, the transition as natural as breathing.

The feel of Gil’s body on hers overcame Sara. His mouth on her, his soft lips on hers, on her neck and now her breast, the weight of his body on hers his legs heavy but comforting on hers, his thigh against her centre his arousal pressing into her stomach. Her hips thrust up into him, an unconscious reaction to the passion she was feeling. Her mind slowly giving way as her body took over giving herself to him like she never had before.

Sara’s hands left Gil’s hair and moved their way down his body, over his shoulders and down his arms and back up her fingers drawing circles on his skin. They trailed down over his back and to the sensitive skin at his sides. Gil flinched at the ticklish sensations, lifting his head from her breast, his blue eyes sparkling “Hey, stop that”.

Sara’s eyebrow raised at the challenge and this time the tickling was deliberate, her laughter giving her away. Gil reached down and grabbed her hands in his joining in the laughing as he raised them above her head. Their change of positions bringing his body into direct contact with hers. Her soft breasts cushioning his chest. The laughter stopped abruptly as they stared into each other’s eyes. Sara lifted up to kiss his lips. Gil kissed her back the kisses hard and fast mouth open, tongues lashing against each other, teeth clashing as their shared arousal overtook them.

Gil’s touch was still tender but now fuelled by passion, forcing a response from Sara, her thrusts more powerful as he ground his hips against her. He untangled one of their hands and moved it to her leg, lifting it up and bending it at the knee, opening her up to him.

Sara moved her free hand to his butt, squeezing the flesh as she pushed against him, raising her other leg up beside him, her thighs pressing against his hips.

Gil shifted his position slightly, reaching his hand in between them to touch her hot wet centre. His fingers played over her swollen clitoris before parting her lips and pushing one inside her, moving it in and out slowly, adding another one as she moaned his name, curling them up to massage her inner wall, her fluid leaking around them.

Sara reached between to touch his hot arousal, her hands gently squeezing his erection slowly moving up and down, her thumb rubbing over the head, the pre-cum coating it. She released her hold on him as she reached down to remove his hand from her then reaching for him again and guiding him to her.

Gil lifted his hips and slowly entered her, pausing as she tensed and continuing as she relaxed, until he was buried deep inside her. Sara lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist pushing him deeper into her.

They both stilled for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being joined together so intimately, Gil stroking Sara’s face as he slowly began to move over her. Pulling out and slowly easing back into her.

Sara brought her left hand to the back of his neck, pushing his head down to hers. Sliding her tongue in and out of his mouth in time to his movement in and out of her. His left and her right hand still joined.

“Sara”, Gil moaned as he began to increase the force of his thrusts into her, maintaining the same slow and easy pace, pushing himself deep inside her as she thrust up into him. His right hand moving down to caress her breast, gently making circle with his palm like before, her nipple already hard, rubbing against him.

Sara gave herself to the sensation of Gil thrusting in and out of her, her body joining his rhythm, pushing her hips into him as he plunged deep inside her. The slow, steady motion of his movements was driving her crazy. She began to quicken her thrusts up into him, feeling him pick up his pace in time with her. His hips slamming now into hers as she began to plunge her tongue deeper and faster into his mouth.

Gil felt himself losing control as Sara began moving faster under him, her legs hugging his hips urging him on as he drove himself into her, pumping and grinding against her, her tongue in his mouth mimicking him.

He felt a shudder ripple through her body and then she tensed, riding it for a moment before her orgasm hit coursing through her body, her muscles clenching around him, enough to push Gil to the edge he lost control thrusting wildly into her as she squeezed him almost painfully. He came with her name on his lips, his body shaking and shuddering as he emptied himself into her.

Gil collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck. “Oh, Oh” all he was capable of saying as Sara continued to pulse around him. She unclasped her hand from his and brought both of them to his face, lifting his head and kissing him lightly on the lips.

“That was amazing” she sighed.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he moved to roll off her.

“No, stay, I’m fine” she reassured and wrapped her arms around him pulling him close, enjoying the warm comfortable weight of his body on hers.

Time seemed to slow at moments like these, lost in their own world where no one could touch them and nothing could hurt them, protected and safe in the circle of each other’s arms. Sara beginning to understand Gil’s fear of leaving the room, bringing reality into their relationship, in no way a new one, but completely different for them.

As if sensing her melancholy, Gil gently rolled off her and drew her back into his arm, stroking her hair and whispering word and sounds of love in her ear. Sara sighed as he left her body, the feeling of their fluids escaping her body causing her to shiver.

She snuggled into his embrace his words soothing her. It wasn’t going to be easy this new path they had chosen but she knew they could make it, together. They lay there drifting in their contentment, the moment broken by the sound of the phone.

“Hello” Gil murmured into the phone. “Hey Catherine”

Sara watched as he nodded his head trying to guess what the other end of the conversation was.

“No, I appreciate it. We’ll see you soon” He hung up the phone and turned to Sara a wry look on his face.

“Catherine thought we might need a wake up call” he answered Sara’s unspoken question.

“How long have we got” Sara mumbled as she stifled a yawn.

“We have an hour until breakfast finishes and then depending on how you’re feeling the seminar starts right after. It’s the last day so it’s only a half-day. We missed the dinner last night but there will be lunch”

“Information overload Gil. Yes I’ll join you for breakfast and I’m feeling fine so I think I’ll go to the seminars as well.”

They lay in bed for a while longer, luxuriating in the feel of holding each other. Talking briefly of the days ahead, both agreeing to take it slow, realising that things would be different back home with the pressures of work and everyday life. They made no promises except to give this every chance to develop. No more hiding feelings, if they were to have any chance then they would have to be completely honest with each other. Ignore the indiscretions and secrets of the past and move forward into an open and giving future.

They showered together, both a little shy of their nakedness outside the bed, but that soon passed as they saw themselves through the other’s eyes. There were quick kisses and short caresses, nothing overtly sexual but it was an erotic experience.

After they had dressed, they sat on the edge of the bed, he held her hand in his lap. They didn’t talk, just sat in complete and comfortable silence, enjoying the peace and safety of their sanctuary.

With a sigh Gil stood, pulling Sara up with him. He walked her to the door with a hand at her back. They stepped into the hallway and with one last glance into the room, he pulled the door closed and they moved towards the lift.

They rode in silence, still not feeling the need to talk content to communicate with glances and touch. As the lift drew near to the dining room floor, Gil pulled Sara in for a kiss, pulling apart as the doors opened and exiting as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Despite his calm outward appearance Gil Grissom was a bundle of nerves, but he had to do this, for him, for Sara, for them. As they moved along the hallway towards the dining room his apprehension grew. Everyone seemed to be watching them, like they knew they were together. Were they thinking what he was?

Despite Sara’s assurances he was concerned about the age difference. Not so much when it was just the two of them, but out here, would people wonder what she was doing with him? Then he noticed the decorations. There were flowers everywhere, red roses. Who had Catherine told, he didn’t expect her to keep it a secret, is that why they’re looking at us, thinking that’s the guy who seduced his younger co-worker when he was supposed to be caring for her?

Unconsciously Gil had pulled away from Sara, so caught up in his thoughts he hadn’t realised they had drifted apart. Sara stopped and looked at him, concern etching his face at the distraught look on his face. She was wondering what could have him so upset when she noticed him looking around puzzled at the decorations. She smiled as she realised his problem.

“Gil”, she whispered as she pulled him back to her, snaking her arm around his waist “it’s Valentine’s Day”.