Title:                  Descent      

 

Authors:             Ann and Anya

 

Rating:               NC-17 for adult content

 

Keywords:          Angst, GSR, Language, Sexual content, Violence.

 

Spoilers:             Late second season, post SDD.

 

Summary:          Sara takes care of Grissom after an accident at a crime scene.

 

Disclaimer:        Not ours. 

 

Archive:             Only permission of one of the authors.

 

Back to A Beautiful Game

 

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Sara had been listening to the creaking of the wood as Grissom walked around the dining room.  The body had actually been found on the porch, but a small blood trail had led them back here.  She couldn’t believe that the murder had happened in this spot.  It looked as though the room hadn’t been used in decades.  The furniture was covered with plastic and a thick coat of dust.  Three times already, she had to stifle the urge to sneeze.

 

“Nothing’s disturbed.  This isn’t our crime scene.”  His voice was almost drowned out as the groaning of the wood got louder and turned into a splintering sound.  She turned just in time to see his body slip through the floor.  Paralyzed by fear, she was frozen for a fraction of a second until she heard his voice again.

 

“Sara…go get help.”

 

She inched forward, seeing his fingers gripping the edge of the hole.  It was dark, and she couldn’t tell how close he was to the ground.  But she knew even a fall from a little height could be dangerous.  Leaning forward and hoping the floor didn’t give way under her feet, she could see blood covering his hand.  She knew he couldn’t hold on long. 

 

“Give me your hand,” she told him as she grabbed on to the molding of the nearby doorjamb, lowering herself to the floor. 

 

“No…go get help.”

 

“There’s no time.  Don’t argue with me.”

 

The wood at the edge where he was holding on creaked again.  He flung up one hand, grasping onto hers.  The blood made it slippery, but she pulled with all her might, using her other arm as a lever.  His head had emerged from out of the hole when the wood began to groan again. 

 

“Sara…”

 

The wood splintered and he tried to release her hand, but she wouldn’t let go.  She felt the ground give way beneath her.  Gravity pulled her down as she lost her hold on the molding.  A pain in her fingertips told her she had probably broken a nail or two.  Her body landed on top of Grissom’s, her head on his shoulder, with a few pieces of wood in between them.  He cried out in pain as he hit the floor.   

 

“Oh, God, Grissom!  I’m sorry.  Are you hurt?”

 

He groaned underneath her.  “It’s okay…I didn’t hit my head.  But…oh…I think I hurt my ankle.”

 

She pushed herself off of him, assessing the situation in front of her.  They were lying on the basement floor, which was now covered with broken wood.  Grissom’s body had shielded her sufficiently, so she was relatively uninjured, with only a scrape on her knee.  He, however, didn’t look so lucky.  She could see a red stain – blood – on his shoulder.  He probably had more injuries on his back.  There were cuts on his hands where he had grabbed on to the broken wood. She scanned the rest of his body. 

 

“Which ankle?”

 

“Left.”

 

She gingerly pushed up his pant leg so she could examine it.  When she touched his skin, he hissed.

 

“Sorry.”

 

“It’s okay.”

 

“I…don’t feel any broken bones.  It might just be sprained.”  His eyes were clenched shut in pain.  She could feel her chest tightening; she didn’t like seeing him suffer.  Without thinking, she ran her fingers through his hair, causing his eyes to shoot open.  “It’s gonna be okay,” she said softly.  “I’ll call 911, get an ambulance out here.”  She felt her pockets until she remembered that she left her phone in her kit…upstairs in the living room.  “Do you have your phone on you?”

 

“Yeah.”  He moved his arm as if he was going to reach for it, but stopped and grimaced in agony.

 

“I got it.”  She dug her fingers into his pants pocket, retrieving the device.  Taking one look at the display, she sighed.  “It’s broken.  Must have happened when we fell.”  She glanced around the room.  “Guess I’ll just have to get out of here, then call 911 and come back for you.  Don’t move too much.”

 

“Okay.”  He seemed to be in too much pain to argue. 

 

Reluctantly, she got up, searching the room in the dim light that was coming through from the hole in the ceiling.  She saw stairs and a door just off to her right.  Walking cautiously through the darkness, she ascended the steps and tugged on the doorknob as she tried to turn it.

 

Snap.

 

“Oh, great,” she muttered.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“I just broke the doorknob.”  She jiggled the mechanism still left in the door, but got nowhere. 

 

“Can you force it open?”

 

She ran her hands along the side of the door. 

 

Hinges. 

 

“It’s hinged from the inside.  We’re going to have to wait until Nick shows up.  I hope he was serious when he said he was only going to be a few minutes late.”

 

He tried to sit up, but once again had to stop as the pain became too much.  She descended the stairs in a rush. 

 

“Grissom, stop moving.”  She knelt behind him as he ignored her and continued move.  “Dammit, would you listen to me for once?” 

 

He leaned his head back and inhaled deeply, wincing as the movement of his chest caused his shirt to shift, dragging across his wounds.   Her hands were warm as she gently touched his shoulders, angling his body so she could see his injuries.  He almost jumped when her arms encircled him, finding the buttons of his shirt and beginning to undo them. 

 

“I want to get a better look at your back.”

 

He swallowed.  Her head was almost resting on his shoulder, and if he turned his head slightly, he would almost be able to brush her nose with his.  Her arms were long enough so that her breasts weren’t touching his back.  Even if they were, the pain from his cuts would have probably negated any pleasure he would have gained from the experience.  When the last button was undone, she pulled the garment off his body slowly.  Her touch was tender as she examined him. 

 

“Hmm…looks like a piece of wood scraped your back when we fell.  But your cuts look mostly superficial.  You’ve got a couple splinters.  I’m going to pull them out now, okay?”

 

He nodded and closed his eyes as she carefully removed the bits of wood from his wounds.  Her other hand rested on his bare shoulder, sending a wave of heat radiating through his body. 

 

“This doesn’t look that bad.”  She removed her hands from his body and he almost groaned.  “I know they must hurt like Hell, but I think you’ll be fine.  Let me see those cuts on your hand.”

 

Grissom held up his left hand.  The palm was caked with blood and dirt.  She took a hold of his wrist, twisting it around and using the clean portion of his shirt to wipe away the dirt. 

 

“Again…just looks superficial.  I think your ankle is the worst of it.  Are you cold?  Are you going into shock?”

 

He hadn’t even noticed that he was starting to shiver.  She shook out the dirt and bits of wood from his shirt and draped it around his body.  Then she shocked him by wrapping her arms around him from behind, mindful of his scratches.  Her chin settled on his shoulder.  Her hands rubbed his chest lightly. 

 

“Better?”

 

He couldn’t help it.  She was so close.  She was so warm.  She was Sara.  And she was holding him.  Caring for him.  All the pain in his body was irrelevant.  His mind screamed at him to stop, but for once, he let his emotions take over.  He turned his head, bumping the tip of his nose into hers.  Her head tipped back, and before he knew it, he was kissing her.  It started with him applying only the slightest bit of pressure.  She seemed frozen for a moment, but his worries were allayed as she began to return it, tilting her head so he could have better access.  He parted his lips, offering her an invitation that she eagerly accepted.  Her lips were cold, but her tongue was warm as it pressed against his.  Her arms tightened around him, preventing him from touching her.  He could only move his head, deepening the kiss, pouring out his heart into that one gesture, trying to convey to her exactly how deep his emotions ran.  His love.  His need.  His desire. 

 

“Hey, guys, you here?”

 

Nick’s voice pulled them apart.  Both immediately glanced up, trying to see if their colleague had caught them.  They saw nothing, but heard footsteps approaching their location. 

 

“Nick, watch out!  The floor is rotted in some places.  We fell through.  Grissom’s hurt.  We need an ambulance.”

 

The CSI’s face finally emerged at the top of the hole.  “You guys okay?”

 

“Grissom sprained his ankle.  He has some cuts and bruises too.  Be very careful, Nick.”

 

He nodded.  “Okay.  I’ll call 911.”

 

“See if you can get the door open from outside, too.”

 

Sara breathed a sigh of relief as she heard him step away from the hole.  Turning back to Grissom, she saw him staring off to the side.  If she didn’t know better…she would think he was avoiding her eyes.  Was he sorry that happened?  She wasn’t.  Well, she was sorry it happened like this, in a dank basement while he was overcome with pain.  In spite of Grissom’s outward demeanor, she always thought their first kiss would be…romantic.  But she wasn’t sorry that they had done it.  Unless he was sorry…  She sighed.

 

He couldn’t look at her.  He had done it.  He was weak.  He had given in to his emotional impulses and done what he had dreamed of doing for too long now.  He had kissed her.  Hard.  Demanding.  Needy.  Forceful.  She had returned it…but he hadn’t given her much of a choice.  She probably felt bad about the fact that, instead of saving him, she had fallen on top of him.  She kissed him out of guilt.  But he could still taste her.  Still feel her.  It was just a kiss, but it had aroused him in a way he never thought possible.  He had to stop thinking about that now…

 

The door opened, letting light into the darkened basement.

 

“Ta-da,” came the voice in a thick Texan accent. 

 

“Oh, great, Nick.  Now, help me get Grissom up.”  The two younger CSIs managed to hoist Grissom up onto his feet.  When the ascended the small flight of stairs, Grissom and Sara had to turn sideways, facing each other.  Her breasts grazed his chest and he struggled to not gasp.  He wasn’t sure if he was just imagining her nipples, hard and erect, pushing into him through the layers of clothing.  Maybe it was just wishful thinking to suppose that he produced those feelings in her. 

 

He was still avoiding her eyes.  She willfully shoved her chest against his as they climbed the stairs, hoping that he felt the effect he had on her, just from a kiss.  She was sure Grissom felt something for her.  She had been for a while.  But she had waited patiently for him to be ready for a relationship.  And waited.  And waited.  Maybe he needed a push.  Nick helped her get him to the porch, where they set him down on the steps, carefully avoiding the crime scene.  In the waning light of the early morning, she could see a dark smudge on his face.  Mirroring an action she had done not long ago, she reached over and covered his cheek, wiping away the offending dirt with her thumb.  He gave her the same look of surprise he had given her before, but this time she offered no excuse for her actions.

 

~~~

 

“Well, at least we know that nothing's broken.  That's good.”  She gripped the steering wheel and forced her eyes back onto the road.  It was hard to suppress the desire to just watch him…to make sure he was all right.

 

“Uh huh.”  He shifted in his seat, turning his head to face her.  His eyelids seemed to have a mind of their own, and he fought to keep them open.  “Wish you would have let them check you out, though.  You took a nasty fall too.” 

 

“Yeah.  Right on top of you.”  She grinned when he chuckled.  “You're lucky that you snuck by with just a sprain and a few cuts.  I could have killed you.”

 

“Hmm…I doubt that.  But I appreciate your concern, Sara.  And the ride home.”

 

“Couldn't let you walk, could I?”  She gave him a small wink and resisted the innate urge to reach out and touch him.

 

“I have a feeling I wouldn't have made it too far.”  He twisted in the seat again, tugging at his seatbelt, in a futile attempt to find a comfortable position.  The truth was that he wasn't comfortable.  After the paramedic had patched him up, Sara retrieved his spare shirt from his trunk.  Whenever he had washed it last, it felt like he hadn’t used fabric softener.  As bad as that scratchy feeling was, it was compounded by the dull pain in his foot and the fact that he was sitting right next to a woman whom he had just kissed for the first time…  He had no clue how she felt about that.  And he wasn't sure if there would ever be a right time to broach that subject.  A sigh escaped his lips as he titled his head to rest it on the window.

 

“You sleepy?”

 

His eyes were now closed, but he smiled when he heard her voice.  It was so sweet…so full of concern.  Not since his mother had a woman showed such concern for him…for his well-being.  It was comforting.  And the fact that this woman was Sara made it…special.  He almost jumped when her hand came to rest on his knee, squeezing gently.  Instinctively, he laid his hand atop of hers and was surprised when she laced her fingers within his.  His mind didn't have time to process the sensations that his body was feeling.  Within minutes, the tender caresses of her soft hand lulled him into a world of sleep.  

 

“Gris.”  Sara hovered over his sleeping form and shook his shoulder lightly.  When he showed no signs of waking, she spoke a little louder.  “Grissom.”  She watched as his eyelids fluttered, before opening completely and revealing his blue orbs.

 

“Hi.”  After his sleepy greeting, he shut his eyes again and rested his head back against the seat.

 

“Oh, no you don't.”  The look of contentment on his features made her smile, but leaving him in the car was not an option.  “Gris…we're home.”  Her fingers grazed across his forehead, repositioning a few stray curls.  “Wake up, honey.”

 

As if on command, his eyes opened again.  They traveled up her body before meeting her own.  He groaned at her determined look.  “Can't I just sleep here?”

 

“‘Fraid not.”  She grabbed his right leg and maneuvered it out of the car door.  “Alright…I'll need your help with this one.”  He lifted his left leg and swung it so that it, too, was dangling outside of the car. 

 

He winced as he attempted to stand and her arms were around him immediately.  “I'm okay…I'm okay.”

 

“Just…just hold on to me.  We'll take this slowly.”  Sara gasped as his unsteady hands groped at her body, finally coming to rest on her waist.  She looked down at his left foot and saw the bandaged edge barely touching the pavement.  “Try not to put much pressure on it.”

 

“You gonna to carry me?”  He gave her a grin and a wink as she moved her hand to his back, her fingers gripping the material there.

 

“I could try.”  His smile was contagious.  Soon, she felt herself being overcome by laughter.  And, if his body shaking against hers was any indication, he was laughing too.  When her eyes rose to his, she felt a strong urge to feel his lips against hers again.  She had to shake that thought from her head…this wasn't the time to be concerned about her own desires and urges.  His voice broke her from her silent argument.

 

“I'm not sure carrying me would be safe for either one of us.  Can you grab my shoe?”  When she looked at him quizzically, he chuckled and pointed to the floorboard.  “It's down there.  I had to take it off when that paramedic decided that it would be best to cut off the circulation in my foot with this damn bandage.”

 

“Is it too tight?”  She crouched down to inspect the wrapping.  “I'll see if I can loosen it up a bit after I get you inside and settled.”

 

“Thanks.”  He grabbed her hand to steady himself and began to inch forward, wincing slightly with every step.  When they reached the front door, he fished the key out of his pocket and unlocked it, swinging it open for her to enter.  When she made no attempt to move forward, he nodded his head towards the threshold.  “Ladies first.”

 

“I do appreciate your chivalry, Mr. Grissom, but I'll make an exception this one time…”  She winked at him and motioned for him to enter, guiding him from behind.  When they were both inside of his home, she rushed ahead of him and adjusted some of the pillows on the sofa, putting two behind where he would sit and one on the coffee table for him to prop his foot on.                

 

“You'd make a good nurse,” he mused, while standing against the door, watching her every move.

 

She paused and looked up at him with a sly expression on her face.  “Is that a hint?  Are you recommending a change of profession?”

 

“No.  I wouldn't give my best CSI up without a fight.”

 

“Ooh…best CSI, huh?  You really are doped up.”  He made his way over to the couch before she had a chance to help him.  When he plopped down onto the leather, she immediately picked up his foot and elevated it onto the waiting pillow.  “Did we leave your medicine in the car?”

 

“No, I brought it in.”  He gestured to the end table and watched as she picked up the bottle and moved into the kitchen.  He leaned back into the couch and listened to the cabinets shutting and the water running.  Normally, the thought of someone rummaging through his home disturbed him, but right now, he felt oddly comfortable with Sara's presence.

 

In his home. 

 

In his life.

 

The glass of water that now appeared in front of his face jolted Grissom's thoughts back to reality.  Sara sat down on the coffee table, her thighs straddling his foot.  She opened her palm, revealing two white pills.

 

“Take two of these –”

 

“And call you in the morning?”  He grinned at her before taking the capsules and swallowing them with a small gulp of water.

 

“Oh, you're not getting rid of me that easily.”

 

“No?”  He was surprised by her comment.  Did that mean she was going to stay for a while?  The thought of that excited him to a point where he almost felt giddy.  That excitement quickly escalated into something a bit different as her gentle hands reached for his foot.  Her hands on his body, even in this innocent situation, ignited something deep within his core.  He craved more.  He craved her.  The feel of his member twitching slightly beneath the cloth of his pants caused him to shift, nervously.

 

“Am I hurting you?”  Seeing him shake his head, she continued the task of unraveling the bandage from his foot.  She assured herself that it was out of convenience and necessity that she maneuvered his foot so that it was resting on her chest while she examined it.  “It does look like the bandage was wrapped pretty tightly.  But I think the swelling has come down a bit…”  Her nimble fingers caressed the bone of his ankle before moving to the arch and grazing downward. 

 

“That tickles.”  Instinctively shifting his foot from the overwhelming sensations, he gasped when he realized that his curled toes were pressing into her erect nipple.  He recoiled and, as quickly as he could, pulled himself up off the couch and walked a small distance.  Normally, he found himself pacing in situations such as this.  But the painful throbbing coming from his ankle wouldn't allow him to do so.  Instead, he stood there, motionless, thousands of questions running through his mind – none of which he was sure that he wanted to know the answer to.

 

Was she simply cold?

 

Was she aroused?

 

Did she want his hands on her body?  On her breasts?  Teasing her hardened nubs with his tender caresses until her body threatened to explode from sheer pleasure? 

 

He breathed deeply and told himself that if he kept this up that he was going to be the only one doing the exploding…  His erection continued to grow despite the fact that he was continuously reminding himself that these thoughts were not only unprofessional, but disrespectful.

 

“Hey?”  Sara's fingers gripped his forearm as she attempted to lure his attention with her soft voice.  “If it makes you feel any better, I'm ticklish too.” 

 

He snorted lightly and met her eyes.  They were full of playfulness that carefully masked her concern.  Either she didn't know why he was suddenly tense or she was choosing to ignore it.  But, he realized that if he didn't get himself out of her presence soon, she was bound to take notice of his body's obvious response to her proximity.  “I…uh…I think I'm going to hop in the shower.”  He watched as she nodded her head and glanced towards the door, then back around his home.  Did she think that this was a hint for her to leave?  He cringed at the possibility.  He wanted her to stay…needed her to stay.  “You're welcome to get in too.  I mean…after me…when I'm finished.  Unless…well, if you want to go first –”

 

She found herself giggling as she listened to him stutter and watched him blush.  “A shower sounds great.  I'm sure that I'm filthy.  But I can wait until you're finished, Gris.”

 

“All right.  If you're sure…”  He raised his brow in question.

 

“I'm sure.”  She smiled and her fingers found their way into his tousled curls.  “Besides, I think you're dirtier than I am.”

 

“Thanks.”  His eyes widened when she moved even closer to him, her nails continuing to scrape across his scalp as her other hand found its way to his chest.

 

Before she could register exactly what she was doing, her fingers were playing with the buttons on his shirt.  With a strange fascination, she watched as the top button of his shirt slipped through the hole. 

 

Then the next…

 

And the next…

 

Within moments, his shirt was hanging loosely from his shoulders…his chest exposed.  After a slight hesitation, she continued and pulled the material gently from his body.  As his shirt hit the floor, her breathing quickened and she realized that she had no clue what she was doing.  And the expression on his face told her that he didn't know either.  A pained look spread across his features, and she fought to find something to say.

 

“I want to see your back,” she whispered.

 

He nodded his head and it amazed him that he could still do anything that resembled coherency.  He told himself that he was dying.  From pleasure or pain…he wasn't sure.  A groan came close to escaping from his throat as her hands trailed up his bare back.  It was then that he knew he couldn't do this any longer.  He couldn't take her innocent gesture and twist it to conform to his own sexual fantasies.  It wasn't right…he was betraying her trust and friendship. 

 

“I want to put some antiseptic on these cuts.”

 

“No.  That's okay.”  He bent down and picked up his shirt from the carpeting.  Instead of putting it back on, he held it limply in front of his body, effectively covering his arousal.  “I'm going to go ahead and get in the shower.” 

 

“Gris?”  She stopped his retreating form with a hand on his arm.  “Do you want me to help you?”

 

“I think I'll be okay.  I'm going to make it quick.”  He pursed his lips into a small smile before limping towards the bathroom.

 

“Holler if you need me?” 

 

“I will.”

 

She barely made out his words as he entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him.  When she heard the faint sound of the water running, she sunk down into the sofa and closed her eyes. 

 

This was going to be a long night…

 

~~~

 

Nineteen minutes…  He said it would be a quick shower.  He didn't need any help. 

Quick shower.

Nineteen minutes…

“Twenty minutes now.”  She was murmuring to herself while standing against the wall outside of his bathroom.  The pacing of the halls started after fifteen minutes…full blown concern was now setting in.  Her hand raised to the door, prepared to knock gently, when she heard a loud thud coming from inside. She decided to forgo knocking and simply opened the door, the steam inside attacking her as she stepped inside. 

“Grissom?”

“Yeah.”  It came out as a sigh.  She could barely hear him above the running water.

“Are you alright?  You've been in here…”  She decided that it probably would be best that he didn't know she had been timing him.  “…a while.  It's been a while.  I was getting a little –”

“I dropped the soap.  Just dropped the shampoo too.  My body doesn't seem to be cooperating with me today.”  Hearing the twinge of defeated laughter in his voice, she couldn't help but smile. 

He heard the door shut and thought that, maybe, she had left…until he heard her speaking again.  “So, are you feeling any better?”

“I'm okay.”  His hands splayed out against the tile and titled his head forward so that the strong spray was skimming across his hair and down to the cuts on his back.  The pain that this caused was somewhat satisfying.  Anything that would make him forget the throbbing in his foot was welcome. 

“I'll be out in just a minute, Sara.  I don't want to use all of the hot water.”

“You're fine, Gris.  Take your time.”

“Maybe I'll try again later…I'm not sure that I'm accomplishing much right now, anyway.”  As good as this felt, he was right…he wasn't accomplishing much.  He still felt grimy.  He was sure that there was still dust and dirt ground into his hair.  But the hot water pounding onto his body and the steam filling his lungs helped to relieve a lot of his tension.  He could only think of one other thing that could do that.  Her lips…those lips.  On his own…on his body.  Softly caressing his pain away.  No!

No.

No.

No.

It was a moment.  One moment.  Nothing more.  Sympathy.  She was being sympathetic.  She was guilty.  She wasn't injured…that weighed on her conscience.  That was the extent of it…period. 

“I can't do…this.”

“I know.”  Her voice was directly behind him.  She was behind him.  Sara.  “I told you I would help you.”  Her voice shifted a bit, and he realized that she was picking up the soap and shampoo that he had dropped.  “You'd think I'd be use to your stubbornness by now.”

He let out a nervous chuckle.  His mind was still trying to process the fact that she was in the shower with him…naked.  Was she naked?  He resisted the urge to turn around, common sense telling him that she most likely was.  His lower body began to respond at the mere thought…

Out the corner of his eye, he saw her arm descend to the tub's ledge where she placed the bottle and the bar of soap.  He almost groaned when he felt her fingers in his hair.

“Can you step back a bit?  It's futile to try and wash while the water is aimed at your head.”  She smiled and moved her hands to his biceps to steady him as he stood up straight.  “Careful.”

Mindful of his sore ankle, he maneuvered backwards slightly, stopping when he felt her breasts pressing into his back.  He almost lurched forward when his mind processed the point of contact.  She made no effort to reposition herself; instead, she resumed her previous actions, entangling her fingers back into his curls.  Her nails scraped along his scalp, and he relaxed his head into the embrace of her hands.  Her breathe tickled his ear as she spoke. 

“You know, I was thinking about the Bradley case from last month.  I wonder just how solid the wife's alibi was.  I know everything checked out, but I'm still suspicious.”

What?  Bradley case?  Alibi?  He wondered how she could possibly think coherently.  He sure as hell couldn't.  Did she expect an answer?  Was there even a question?  “Uh, yeah, I don't think so, either.”

“What?”  He could hear her giggling as she pushed his head back underneath the stream of water.  “You're not even listening to me, are you?”

He continued to stand motionless.  One of her hands was on his forehead, shielding his eyes from the suds, while the other continued to dance through his hair.  “What was the question again?”

“There wasn't a question.  I was just yammering on about the Bradley case.  Is the pain medicine kicking in?”

“Mmm…I think so.”  He pulled his head from the water and wiped the liquid from his eyes.  He still couldn't understand how she seemed so comfortable.  They were naked…together…touching.  She was touching him…washing his hair.  It could be perceived as a very intimate gesture.  Unless…  If she was only doing this as a friend, it wouldn't seem awkward to her. 

Of course.

A friend.

Only a friend.

Grissom felt sick.  He silently cursed himself for opening his heart in the first place.  He had been fine for the last few years…watching her from afar…loving her from afar.  But now was different.  They had kissed…he had kissed her.  And now, he was open to the pain that followed that one action.  The pain of realizing that his feelings would never be reciprocated.  He couldn't take this anymore.

“Sara, I'll be fine.  You can go.”  His voice cracked as he said it.  Thankful that she couldn't see his face, he closed his eyes and bit down on his lip.

“I'm not going anywhere.”  She picked up the soap and lathered it between her hands before placing a palm on the small of his back.  “You're still dirty.”  Her fingers tickled his skin as they slid up his back, hovering carefully over the scrapes there. 

“Sara –”

“Did I hurt you?”  She spoke quickly and abruptly pulled her hands from his body.  “I'm sorry…are you okay?”

“No.  I'm…fine.  Just…please just go, Sara.”

Her stomach knotted when she heard those words.  He wanted her to go.  She backed away, prepared to step out of the shower, and looked towards him one last time.  His head was down, shoulders slumped, and his body was trembling slightly.  Her heart wouldn't allow her to leave. 

She moved back to him.  After placing a hand on his shoulder, she massaged slightly when he jumped from the contact.  “I just want to help you.”

“You can't.”  He kept his voice low.  This was not a conversation that he wanted to have.  He didn't need or want her pity…could deal with this on his own. 

“Why?”

“I…I don't know.”

“I think you do.  Please…Grissom.  Let me help you.”  Before she knew it, her lips were on his back.  She placed light kisses over his wounds before venturing back to his shoulder.  It started out as a gentle kiss…a kiss promising trust…a kiss to heal his pain.  It became much more, however, when she sucked his slippery flesh into her mouth, nipping at him with her teeth.  Her tongue joined in the exploration as she moved up his neck, stopping at his ear.  She leaned up slightly, propping her hands on his shoulders as she pulled his lobe into mouth.  After a moment, the realization set in that he wasn't responding.  He made no move to reciprocate her actions…he only stared straight ahead.  She could feel his muscles tensing underneath her touch.  Embarrassment took over. She was practically seducing her supervisor…in his shower.  She wasn't invited in. Actually, he had told her to leave… 

 

She felt like crying.  “Gris?  I'm sorry.  I…I didn't mean –”

“I know.”  His tone startled her.  “I don't need your pity, Sara.”

Pity?  “What?  I'm not –” The anger that came through in his voice fueled her own.  “You think I'd just jump in the shower with Nick out of pity?”

He swiftly turned around and met her eyes as soon as the words left her mouth.  “I didn't say –”

“No.  And you didn't think, either.”  She watched as his gaze moved down her body, and then quickly returned to her.  She had to suppress the urge to smile at the look on his face as he scanned her nude form again.  “Do you look at Catherine that way?”

“What?!  No…no!”  His voice got louder as he defended himself.

“Does that mean you pity me?”

“No.  God, Sara…that's not what this is about.”

She cupped his cheeks and turned his head towards hers.  His eyes were dark and glazed…the intensity there shocked her.  “Exactly, Gris.  This…”  She paused and placed her palms flat against his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing.  “…is not about pity.”  She rubbed gently causing his muscles to twitch underneath her fingertips.  “And neither is this…”  Her lips quickly met his.  She took total control of the kiss...taking his bottom lip between her teeth and sucking lightly while watching his eyes widen.  Before he had a chance to show a reaction, she released his mouth and stepped back.  “Can you see that now?”

“What is it about, Sara?”  He whispered the question, tentatively.  Despite what his heart was telling him, a pessimistic side of his brain told him that this was too good to be true.  There was no way that she could feel the same way that he did…  He felt his groin continuing to tighten and clenched his eyes shut in embarrassment, willing it to stop.

“It's about feelings, Grissom.  The way I feel…when I'm with you…when I'm this close to you.  Can't you feel it?”  He was silent.  She couldn't stand to look into his eyes, not knowing what emotions they would hold.  She averted her gaze, and before she could stop herself, she found herself staring intently at the nude form in front of her.  He was aroused.  His thick erection curved upwards as if reaching out to her. 

When he opened his eyes, he realized that she was no longer meeting his stare.  It didn't take him long to figure how what had caught her attention.  He backed himself into the tiled wall behind him, a veil of water now separating them, and sighed deeply.  “I feel it, Sara.  I do…”

“Do you want me, Grissom?”

“Sara –”

“Do you?”  With bravery that she had never before experienced, she shifted on her feet, pulling herself closer to him.  She traced a hand down his stomach until she reached his firm member…her eyes never leaving his.  She teased her fingers over the smooth flesh while rubbing her thumb over the head, relishing in his thickness.

“Yes…um…I want you.”  He hissed through clenched teeth as his hips, involuntarily, thrust towards her hand.  When she tightened her grasp on his hardened flesh he let out a low moan and crushed her body to his own. 

She was forced to release her hold on him as her body slammed up against the shower's wall.  Her mouth searched out his, but it was futile…his lips had already found her neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive spots there.  She shuddered and tightened her fingers into his curls when his erection pushed strongly against her inner thigh.  She raised her leg up and around him, latching him to her body.  This caused the desired effect…his swollen member was now pushing against her folds sending tremors throughout her system.

 

Their mouths met as their hips began a steady rocking motion against one another.  Her tongue prodded against his, eager to taste him again.  The now tepid water flowed down their faces, sending their lips sliding against one another clumsily.  Their thrusts became frantic as his head brushed against her clit with every stroke.  She was panting now, her tongue still darting out between quick breaths.  “Mmm…more…I want you inside of me…”

He grasped the leg that was around his waist and held it tightly while he pulled her other leg up and around his body.  When she raised herself slightly, prepared to slide onto him, the added pressure caused the dull ache in his ankle to turn into a shooting pain.  He lost his balance, but managed to awkwardly catch her before she went careening down onto the hard porcelain.

“Shit!”

 

“Are you alright?”  She watched his jaw clench tightly as he stood up straight, nursing his left foot.  “God…your ankle…I'm so sorry.”

“It's okay.”  He brushed a strand of wet hair from her face and gave her a crooked smile.  “Did I hurt you?”

 

“No.  I'm just worried about you.”  She pointed at his ankle.  “It looks like the swelling is coming back.  Maybe you should elevate it.”

He leaned into her, kissing her cheek before whispering in her ear.  “Are we still talking about my foot?”

She giggled and slapped him lightly on the chest.  “Yes.  That foot is my main concern right now.”

“Sara, I'm fine…really.  I just slipped.  Not very romantic, I know.  It's just…well, it's been a while…I'm not very practiced…”

“Yeah…I know the feeling.  But I don't think that has any bearing on the situation.  You were doing just fine.”  She sighed and licked her lips as her mind wandered back to his body…so close to her own…pressed against her most intimate flesh.  She shook the thoughts from her mind.  “You're injured, Gris…and I'm not risking hurting you more just to fool around in the shower.”

 

He leaned into her, kissing her gently on the lips.  When he prepared to pull away, he caught the desire and arousal in her eyes…they pulled him back in.  His lips touched hers once more, this time lingering there, moving slightly.  When she opened her mouth in a sigh, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue against her teeth before pulling it back.  He repeated this action once more, luring her tongue to his and sucking it into his mouth.  She moaned and, momentarily, deepened the kiss before grasping his shoulders and pulling her body away from his.

 

“Uh, I'm sorry…we shouldn't have…  We've got to stop…and get out of here.”  She pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out of the tub.  She winced as hurt and defeat covered his features.  He nodded and turned off the water before hesitantly grabbing her outreached hand and accepting her help.

 

Grimacing as his foot landed on the bathmat, he attempted to recover and grinned in her direction.

 

“Your foot still hurts, doesn't it?”

 

“No use in lying about it now…  It's sore, but that's normal.”

 

She grabbed a towel from the towel rack and brought it to his body.  “Let's get you dried off.  Then you can lie down and I can get a better look at your ankle.”  After ruffling his hair with the thick terry cloth, she slid the material down to his chest, absorbing the water there.  When she moved even lower, she felt him jerk back.

 

“Uh…I can do it…”  He took the towel from her grasp and promptly knotted it around his waist.  She was sure that she audibly groaned when she saw his erection straining through the cloth.  This had to be killing him.  If he was half as aroused as she was, then she knew that he must be suffering.  She reached a tentative hand towards the tented fabric and paused before she touched him.

 

“Do you want me to –?”

 

“Jack me off?”  Her head rose at his bluntness.  “No thank you, Sara.”  With that, he spun around and placed his hands on the counter.  He could feel the cuts on his back more acutely now as the skin on his back stretched to accommodate his leaning form.  He attempted to steady his breathing as thoughts danced around inside his head.  Did she think that was all he wanted?  Just to feel his own pleasure?  As the silence in the room grew, he wondered if she was still behind him.  He didn't realize how much he would miss seeing her…watching her…and yes…touching her.  His hand reached up to the steamed mirror and wiped downward in one long stroke.  She was still there.  The condensation slightly marred the reflection, but he could see her, nonetheless.  He watched as she brought the towel to her nude frame, rubbing it up and down her arms before moving to her breasts, lavishing them both with equal attention.  He grunted under his breath and attempted to avert his attention, but his eyes were drawn back to her.  It seemed as though her nipples were hardening under his scrutiny.  He seemed almost ashamed to be watching her in this capacity…he felt like a voyeur.  As he continued to take in her body, he felt her watching him.  He looked up and timidly met her dark eyes through the reflection. 

 

They stood that way for several minutes…simply communicating with their eyes what they were afraid to say aloud.  In a way, it seemed easier since they weren't facing one another.  He swallowed hard when she dropped the towel to the floor and leaned back against the wall. 

 

“Do you want to touch me?”  She whispered it cautiously, hoping on some level that maybe he wouldn't hear her.  When he shook his head softly, her stomach knotted. 

 

“I'm pretty sure that you already know the answer to that.  But I don't think that's a very good idea, right now…”

 

“Why?”

 

He turned around.  “You want to know why?”  He inched closer to her, their chests almost meeting with each heavy breath.  “Because if I touch you, I won't be able to stop.  I'll never be able to stop…”

 

“So touch me…”

 

He didn't wait for her to tell him again…once was enough.  She wanted him to touch her…so he did.  His fingers grazed the softness of her breast before encompassing the flesh in his hand and squeezing gently.  He watched her face as he rolled his thumb across her nipple.  Her head thrashed to the side and he moved his hand to make room for his mouth.  He flicked his tongue across the taut nub gently, but sped up his pace and force when she began moaning his name and tugging on his hair.

 

“Oh…Grissom?”

 

“Hmmm?” 

 

His humming tickled her sensitive flesh sent her body into overdrive.  The more he continued his ministrations on her breasts, the more fluid she felt building up between her legs…she was so wet for him. 

 

“Do you…oh God…think that maybe…if we…mmm, Grissom…bedroom?”

 

Bedroom?

 

Bedroom?

 

Bedroom?

 

Did she say 'bedroom?’  He stopped his movements and looked up at her with questioning eyes.  Her eyes were half closed, laden with passion.  She nodded and bit her lip.

 

“If you think that…well…will you be careful?” 

 

“Yes…very careful.”  He grinned and kissed her briefly on the mouth.

 

“Okay…”  She tugged gently on his arm, indicating for him to move with her.  She opened the bathroom door and stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of the man in front of her.  He was beautiful…there was no other way to describe him.  He was everything that she had wanted for so long, but was always too afraid to go after. 

 

But not now… 

 

And hopefully never again…

 

Her hand came to the knot of his towel and deftly undid it, allowing it to fall from his waist.  She cocked an eyebrow at him and he smiled at her expression.

 

“You know, I may not be able to do much for your ankle, but I think I can fix that…”

 

With one of his arms slung over her shoulders, Sara guided him carefully to his bed, pushing the sheets back and helping him sit.  He slid back, lying down with his head on the pillow.  In spite of the intimacy of the previous moments, in spite of the fact that they were both naked, she was still a little nervous.  Her head was clearer now, not fogged with passion, and she was beginning to have second thoughts.

 

Making love was a big step. 

 

She wanted to feel him in her, caressing her in the most intimate way a man could caress a woman.  She wanted to know what it was like, having him push his way into her.  She wanted him to lose control inside her.  She wanted to know what he sounded like when he came.  If he would call her name. 

 

But he was hurt.  He was medicated.  What did the paramedic give him, anyway?  She should have asked.  Was Grissom really himself?  Did he really want this now?  Would he regret moving too quickly?  She had practically jumped him in the shower.  It would be enough for her right now if he simply wanted to sleep with her….   

                                                

“Are you sure, Grissom?  Absolutely sure?  You are injured.  I can wait.”

 

He ran his knuckles up and down her thigh.  Her sharp intake of breath fueled both his desire and his confidence.  This wasn’t pity.  He had an effect on her.  He aroused her.  He had wanted her for so long.  And now…it looked like he could have her.  Taking her hand, he pulled her towards him.  She straddled his waist gently and he rested his hands on her hips.

 

“I’m sure, Sara.  I never say no to a beautiful, naked woman.”

 

She smiled at him and rubbed his hands.  His eyes were unbelievably open.  She could see so many emotions in there.  Love.  Desire.  Need.  Want.  Lust.  Arousal.  Maybe it was just the drugs, but whatever walls they had built between them were beginning to crumble.  Grissom was in there, and he did want this.  He didn’t need to say anything.  She could see everything herself, right in his eyes.  Including a bit of mischievousness as he rolled her over, propping himself up on his elbow. 

 

“Grissom…”

 

“You said I could touch you.  I just…want to touch you.”

 

“I should really take a look at your ankle.”

 

“It’s fine.”

 

Before she could say anything else, he silenced her with his lips.  Keeping his bad foot resting on the mattress, he leaned into her, one hand caressing her stomach.  He felt her moan against his mouth as she arched her back into him.  His hand crept up, cupping a single, small, perfect mound of flesh.  His pride swelled as he felt her taut little nub jutting into his palm.  Still kissing her with abandon, he rubbed her nipple with his thumb, bringing it to even greater heights.  Her hands tenderly stroked his back, avoiding the cuts, as if she had memorized the pattern of injuries when they were in the shower.  Her touch made it even more difficult to focus on pleasing her.  He needed to be in her.  He wanted to plunge into her and claim her as his lover.  

 

She murmured his name as he traced a path from her lips to her ear, studiously attending to every inch of her flesh.  Her brain was becoming foggy again, overwhelmed with sensations.  His hand abandoned her breast to travel lower, parting her legs, which she had been squeezing together to try to dull the ache growing there.  He sucked her lobe into his mouth as he teased her below, rubbing her thigh and then lightly brushing her lips with his finger. 

 

“Ahhh…Gris,” she hissed.  He stopped nibbling on her ear and returned to her mouth, his tongue and fingers moving in unison, pushing into her warmth.  Her slick folds made it easy for him to penetrate her and she almost got dizzy with the realization that Gil Grissom had two fingers inside her, moving slowly, touching her in a way he never had before.  He stroked her walls, testing each spot until he found just the right…

 

“Ooooh…”  She jerked back her head and cried out.  Her outburst surprised her as much as him. 

 

He kept kissing her face, knowing that it would be futile to try to capture her lips again.  As his fingers moved in her, massaging the most sensitive area of her womb, she began to make little whimpering noises, interchanging them with his name.  Her hands clutched at his back, and in the haze of her arousal, she seemed to have forgotten about his injuries, grazing them with her nails.  He ignored the pain, ignored the insistent throbbing between his legs, instead focusing on the buildup of fluid and tension in her body.  He clumsily slid his thumb into her folds, seeking out her clit, desperate to have her come so that he could give into his desire to join with her.  With one brush, her whole body shook and he felt her walls grip him, as if trying to trap him inside.  He moaned into her ear as he thought about how it would feel when she came around his erection.  He was about ready to explode.  Forgetting about his ankle for a moment, he attempted to raise himself up and over her, but the sudden pain stopped him.

 

She hummed through the haze in her mind and pushed him back onto the bed.  With her hands on his chest, she climbed on top of him, resting her damp core on his legs.  She wrapped her hand around his pulsating member. 

 

“Sara…I can’t…”

 

Nodding, she lifted her body up and carefully slid down on his erection.  Once she was completely enclosing him, she paused as muscles that she hadn’t used in a while stretched to accommodate his girth.  Leaning forward and arching her body back, Sara looked down at where their bodies met.  The sight sent a shiver down her spine.

 

“Oh…God…Sara…”

 

His mind was reeling.  She felt…amazing.  Wet.  Hot.  Slick.  He had been worried that being with Sara wouldn’t live up to his dreams, but she was surpassing every preconceived notion he had. 

 

And she hadn’t even moved yet.

 

“Sara…you okay?”

 

The concern in his eyes touched her.  She squeezed his belly and smiled as she started to move.  It was as if her entire brain was devoted to nothing but analyzing the sensations coming from between her legs, the feeling of this wonderful man, hard and firm, embedded in her body.  He began to flex his hips slowly, matching her motion, causing his the head of his erection to bump her cervix.  Without speaking, they each acknowledged the other’s need.  He thrust harder, pushing more deeply into her.  She rode him wildly, her movements causing the bed to creak.

 

He heard her moaning and gasping, uttering his name in a husky voice.  Never before had he made a woman make noises like that.  He put his hands on her hips, watching her breasts bounce. 

 

“Gris…oh, Grissom…”

 

“God, Sara…”

 

Her back arched and her head flung back, and for the second time that night, she clenched down on his body.  She cried out, as if she was in pain.  He climaxed after her, emptying himself into her with one last thrust.  She grunted and leaned forward, hands landing on either side of him. 

 

“Oh…Gris…so good…” 

 

She felt a sense of loss when she lifted herself off him, settling down by his side.  She had felt complete.  Whole.  Like there was some part of her that had been missing for years, that she hadn’t even realized was gone.  He fulfilled her.  She could feel his juices still flowing inside her.  It was an incredible sensation.  He kissed her forehead and pulled her close after she covered their bodies with his comforter. 

 

~~~

 

He slowly became aware of two things as he woke up.  His ankle still hurt and there was some obstruction on his arm, cutting off the circulation.  His other hand reached out to remove the offending weight.  When he encountered skin, his eyes shot open.  It was a shoulder.

 

It was Sara Sidle’s bare shoulder. 

 

He carefully slid his trapped arm out from underneath her, grimacing in silent pain as the pins and needles sensation took over.  When feeling had returned, he focused on the woman lying next to him.  Naked.  In his bed.  She was turned away from him, on her side, with her legs parted slightly.  He pressed his lips to her shoulder, breathing in deeply.  They had come straight from the shower, so there were no perfumes or fragrances marring her scent. 

 

It was intoxicating. 

 

In the early morning hours, he hadn’t had a chance to really look at her, to take her in.  She had a small birthmark on her right hip, a round little brown dot.  There was a small scar just below her left shoulder blade.  He made a mental note to ask her where she got it.  She rolled over, lying on her back now.  He partially sat up and began to tease her flesh with his mouth.

 

She could feel a wet suction on her breast, but she assumed it was the same phantom sensation she had been haunted by in her dreams for years.  Then a hand slid across her stomach, and she dragged her eyelids open.  Grissom had his mouth on her nipple, taunting the small nub with his tongue.  She reached up and dug her fingers into his hair.  He met her gaze for a moment before venturing lower, dropping soft kisses on her stomach.  When he scooted down farther on the bed, maneuvering himself between her legs, she realized what he was going to do and felt her inner muscles flex just from the thought.  

 

“Gris…I’m…icky.”  She blushed, not knowing how else to say it. 

 

“Don’t care,” he murmured.  He probed a finger in first, finding her more than ready for him.  “Pleasant dreams?”

 

“Mmm…yes.”  Her admission incited his desire further.  Had she been dreaming about him?  About what he had done to her?  With her?  What she wanted him to do to her?  Holding her open with his fingers, he plunged his tongue into her, tasting the results of their previous lovemaking.  He held her hips as she began to writhe on the bed.  Her moans grew louder and louder as he twirled his tongue around in her.  Only in his wildest dreams had he imagined that she would get so much pleasure from his touch.  He could feel her climax building.  Replacing his tongue with his fingers, he moved the assault to her clit.  Her hips bucked up into his face and she cried out. 

 

Her eyes slid shut.  Everything was just so…amazing.  His skill as a lover…his devotion to her pleasure…the fact that he was willing to go down on her…even though she was still sticky from the last time…it astounded her.  None of her previous lovers…although there hadn’t been many…had been so…caring…gentle…thoughtful.  With each touch, she seemed to fall even more deeply in love with this man.  She felt him crawling up her body, lips caressing her stomach, then her breasts, then her neck, and finally her mouth.  His tongue shared with her what he had tasted until she had to pull away to breathe.

 

“Mmm…I think I owe you a couple orgasms…”

 

He smiled, leaning in to kiss her nose.  “I wasn’t keeping track.”

 

“Well…”  She reached in between them, finding his erection and stroking lightly.  “…so far it’s Grissom – one, Sara – three…so it’s only fair that I start to even the score.”  She tried to push him onto his back, but he refused to budge.

 

Keeping his weight on his knees, he glided his member into her, watching her eyes roll back in her head.  He wanted to be in control this time.  He wanted to be able to look into her eyes and kiss her lips as he slid leisurely in and out of her.  Every inch of his body seemed to have heightened sensitivity.  He could feel the slight stubble on her legs as she enclosed them around his waist.  He could feel her warm breath, coming out in small bursts, as it hit his face.  He could feel her soft hands, running up and down his arms. 

 

She lifted her head off the pillow and kissed his chin, reveling in his small groan.  She continued to press her lips against his skin as he thrust slowly, bringing their hips together, pausing for a second, and then pulling away.  Her body felt like it was going to literally explode.  She squirmed beneath him, wantonly pushing her breasts into his chest, desperate for more stimulation.  With one hand, he caressed her cheek, and she thought she might cry. 

 

“Oh…Grissom…I love you.”

 

His movement stilled as he stared into her eyes.  She shook her head, reaching up and cupping his face.

 

“You don’t have to say anything.  I just…wanted you to know.”

 

He thrust into her again and she closed her eyes.  His mind was racing.  He had known…somewhere in his mind…but…to hear her say it…  He realized he hadn’t kissed her eyelids yet, so he took the liberty of doing that next.  Her hands tightened on his arms and he could tell – even though this was only their second time together – that she was almost there.  Bringing his lips to her ear, he hesitated for only a second.

 

“I love you too, Sara.”

 

“Ooooooooooooh…”

 

Her body spasmed as she let out a small whimper.  He felt her trembling underneath him as she clutched his body, her head falling back.  With one final kiss to her cheek, he plunged into her one more time, emptying himself in her body.

 

She felt his release and pulled his body to hers.  He tried to move, but she clamped down on him. 

 

“No…stay…just like this…feels good.”

 

His lips were gentle against her neck.  She massaged his scalp, focusing on the sensation of his hair slipping through her fingers. 

 

“Sara…as good as this is…my foot’s starting to ache again.”

 

Feeling guilty, she released him from her embrace, watching as he rolled over, a low rumble coming from his throat. 

 

“Are you okay?”

 

“Yeah…it’s just an ache.  I’m fine.”  He touched her cheek again, his thumb gliding over her sweaty skin.  “I’ll just need to take something for it.  And I could probably use a shower.”

 

She grinned.  “Yeah, me too…I’m sure I smell.”

 

He leaned into her, nuzzling her cheek with his nose as he breathed in deeply.  She was sure he was going to make a joke but he instead, he said, “I don’t mind.”  He got up from the bed and walked to the doorway, limping slightly. 

 

“Come on.  I promise not to jump your bones this time.”

 

Laughing, she stood up, stretching her hands above her head.  His gaze wandered from her face, down to her chest, and then lower.  Meeting him in the doorway, she marveled over the fact that she and Grissom were naked…in his house…having just made love…again.  When they made it to the bathroom and he turned on the water, she kissed him, hard, just because she could.  This time there was no hesitation as they stepped into the shower.  No worry about rejection.  They were just two lovers, sharing their first real shower together. 

 

Grissom picked up the shampoo and made her turn around, facing the wall.  Ignoring the slight pain in his shoulders when he raised his arms, he lathered it into her hair, smiling as he watched her head roll back.  The tips of his fingers danced over her scalp, feeling out her skull like a phrenologist.  When her hair was clean and conditioned, she tried to turn around, but he stopped her.

 

“Patience, sweetheart.”  He pulled up her hair into a makeshift ponytail and kissed her neck.  She closed her eyes and swallowed forcibly as she felt her on his hands on her skin.  His palms made small circles on her back with the soap.  Her arms were next, and then her legs.  He cupped her ass gently, sliding his soapy hands over her flesh.  Panting heavily now, she leaned forward, planting her forehead against the wall. 

 

“Turn around.”  His voice was gruff, so she supposed he was just as aroused as she was.  There was a dampness between her legs that had nothing to do with the water racing down her body.  They maintained eye contact as he lathered up his hands again and caressed her breasts, slipping his fingers over her hardened nipples.  After scrubbing her stomach, he cupped her junction, causing her to lurch backwards, resting her back on the wall.  He cleaned her carefully and then washed away the suds.  The water tickled her engorged clit and she sighed. 

 

His mind was excessively aroused, but his body wouldn’t cooperate.  He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and his lower regions weren’t as ready for another round with Sara as his brain was.  Handing her the soap, he made sure he kept his weight largely on his right foot.  She rubbed the soap between her hands, working up a good lather.  When she made contact with his chest, he sighed deeply.  She cleaned him with the same thoroughness that he had given to her.  When she reached his groin, wrapping her fingers around him, he hoped she wasn’t expecting him to be able to…perform.  But she simply washed him up and then rose back up his body, grabbing the shampoo. 

 

When they were both completely clean, Grissom turned off the cooling water.  Sara helped him get out and then draped his body in a towel.  Kisses were exchanged as they dried each other off.

 

“Stay for dinner?” he offered.

 

“Of course,” she whispered.  “You’re stuck with me.”

 

“Good,” he murmured.

 

~Fin.