by Battus philenor
Archive: Please ask first I might say yes.
Disclaimer: I have no claim to anything CSI related. I get nothing from this but happiness in doing things that those who do own CSI would never do.
Author's Note: A big thank you to Ghibli for her wonderful beta services. Any remaining errors are all mine.
Summary: Grissom watches Sara.
Copywrite © by Battus philenor
The sound of her breathing hypnotizes him as he lies by her side, head propped up in his hand while his other arm drapes across her stomach. The feel of her warm skin under his fingertips eases
His legs have contact with hers all along their length; which intoxicates him, pressed against each other all the way down to their toes. Barely evident is the fine stubble on hers, growing there after the smoothness felt last night. He notices though, as he notices everything about her. He's always noticed everything about her.
Watching her eyes flutter beneath her lids, he wonders if she's dreaming of him, them and their newness as a couple. Her lips part slightly and he can see the gap between her teeth, which had been calling to him, taunting him for so many years now. It was the first thing his tongue sought out when blessed with access to her mouth.
Remembering the smoothness of its edges, not as rough as he had thought they would be. Her questioning eyes as they parted after that first deep kiss, with his face reddening and his eyes diverting he spoke, only a few words in response to her silent question.
"I've always dreamed of caressing that sexy gap."
She grew heavy in his arms as hers had tightened around his back and she buried her face in his neck, almost as if his admission weakened her, making it too difficult for her to stand.
And now lying naked with her after making love, he's still in awe that she let him touch her. That she had gained such obvious pleasure from him, his hands on her, his mouth on her, him being inside of her. Her breath shuddering, body trembling, heart pounding and voice straining, moaning his name repeatedly in a chant keeping time with his strokes inside of her.
Now, asleep in his bed afterwards, completely comfortable in his arms; she lies naked and unashamed almost placing herself on display for him. His eyes feasting on her as his body had earlier. Thankful for having this privilege to view her, unobstructed by clothing and under the watchful eyes of others; he does without guilt, without fear, and without any doubts as to his purpose; for once he's able just to enjoy her. The beauty of this dark haired woman, the glory of Sara.
As he watches her he feels like the largest man in the world and at the same time very small and insignificant. So proud to be the one she chose to be with; that he finally realized she was not going to lose interest in him. Yet small, knowing that he doesn't come close to her. She burns brightly, almost too brightly for somebody like him. He's truly unworthy of her.
His insecurities roar, rising up, trying to take hold of him in this most peaceful of moments. The battle rages briefly inside of him as he teeters, on the brink of pure panic, until she moves. Turning into him, cuddling closer, reaching for him as she moans, his given name falling from her lips.
Once again he's grounded. Doubt leaves him as he's consumed with thoughts only of her. Her body now molded into his, he dips his head. Lips find her forehead, leaving a gentle kiss as he breathes in the scent of her. He wonders briefly what he had panicked over, as he struggles to keep his eyes open wanting nothing more than to just drink in her beauty for a little while longer, he lays his head down absorbing her comfort. His eyes close without his permission, falling into a fully sated sleep.
- The End -
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