Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Category: General/Romance
Archive: FF.net and here. Anywhere else ask first, I might say yes.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. Kind of a shame because I think I have a lot more fun with them then the people who do own them.
Author's Note: Improv challenge response. Thanks Marlou for the beta work.
Summary: G/S First date, first kiss, first...
Sara blinked at her styrofoam coffee cup, unsure exactly how to respond. It wasn't often that Catherine wanted to connect with her on a personal level, and it was even stranger that she'd ask
about her relationship with Grissom.
"I guess we're fine. What do you mean?" Sara asked cautiously.
"I know things were... strained before... well, between all of us, really. I think things are getting better, don't you? Grissom seems to be making changes."
Sara cocked her head, listening.
"For the better," Catherine added, clearly fishing for details.
"Maybe..." Sara casually took a sip of coffee and bit back a grin. Things were getting better. She'd gone round and round the battle in her mind, whether or not to let Grissom stir those
feelings again. It just sort of happened. He'd started working with her again, flirting with her again, talking to her again, smiling at her again. It all happened so fast, so naturally, like things
were meant to progress this way.
When he asked last week if she wanted to go with him to see a documentary about Yellowstone playing at the Omni Theater, she was caught so off guard, she just nodded and smiled, stumbling over her
acceptance.
She couldn't wait.
"I think we're... friends again," Sara admitted quietly to a curious Catherine.
She didn't elaborate further, slowly taking another sip. Then Brass appeared and informed them their suspect was ready in the interrogation room.
The movie was interesting. Sara hadn't been to Yellowstone since she was a teenager. What was more interesting though, was the fact that Grissom reached for her hand on the way out of the theater.
Blushing and avoiding his eyes, Sara felt like she could finally exhale for the first time all evening. It was a date. Thank God.
Oh, how she hated the "drop off". Should she invite him in? Would he lean over and kiss her? She suddenly felt very young and stupid. When he parked the car, he turned off the engine, sending a
subtle message. He cleared his throat and began, "Do you want to-"
"Talk?"
"Yeah."
"Sure. Come on in." And they got out of the car.
They'd hardly talked about anything all night, yet, she felt closer to him than ever. Every nerve on her body was tingling. They'd never been here before, with he-the pursuer and she-the
pursued.
She opened the door to her apartment, and he followed her in. She was babbling about coffee or tea when he approached, standing directly in front of her. Her eyes widened, and his hand landed near
her ear, just barely making contact with her neck.
"Sara,"
He hesitated only a second before dipping his head and kissing her softly. When he pulled away-just barely, she pressed her lips back to his, and her arms went around his neck as they hesitantly
opened their mouths.
Sighing against him, she whispered, "I've been waiting for that all night." He only stared at her. "Well, maybe a little longer than that," she admitted, a little embarrassed.
He smiled and kissed her again.
"Come with me." Sara took him by the hand into her living room and lightly pushed him into her recliner before settling on his lap like she belonged there. His arm went around her like he agreed.
"Sara,"
She kissed him again, unable and unwilling to control herself. He tried muttering explanations that she didn't want to hear, and then he gave up, kissing and touching her the way he'd always
wanted.
He stopped, just after unbuttoning her pants. "Sara, we don't have to..."
"I know," she whispered, and a heavy silence fell as they stared at each other. Then he started kissing her neck again, and Sara closed her eyes.
"The thing is... I really want to," she mumbled against his cheek.
"Okay."
They both moaned through a sloppy kiss, and Sara said, "I shouldn't, but I do."
"Uh, I can't follow that-what do you want me to do, here?"
Sara took his face in her hands and explained, "I mean, I shouldn't want you so much, but I do." She blinked at the threat of tears and continued, "Still. I can't help the way I feel about
you. I can't-"
"I know. I mean, I can relate," he stammered, smiling.
They moved to her bedroom where a small lamp on her desk barely lit the room. They lay down on the bed, kissing and exploring each other intimately, overcoming their shyness and their nerves. Neither
of them rushed, and when Grissom casually glanced at the clock, he couldn't believe an hour and a half had passed.
He had just unhooked her bra when they heard a quiet boom, and suddenly, they were in the dark. Sara stiffened beneath him. He turned his head and looked out the window, seeing only more darkness.
The block's transformer probably blew.
"I used to think if we ever got together the world would end."
Her giggle was comforting. "The world is not ending."
"That would be my luck." His hand wandered down her upper torso. "Didn't even get to see you naked."
For that, he was rewarded with a long, hot kiss that shot straight to his groin. "God, I want you," he mumbled into her mouth.
"Would you say that again?" she pleaded, wishing she could see his face.
"I want you, Sara." He kissed down her neck and shoulder, working her pants over her hips. Then he moved back to her irresistible mouth while she tugged his clothes off. "I've always wanted you...
like this," he added, while Sara tried not to cry. "You know that, don't you?"
It was just after he began moving in her when the dim light on the desk came back on, seeming entirely too bright, given the circumstances.
Sara smiled shyly, touched his beard and kissed him. "Hi."
"Hi." He looked positively devoted and adoring. "Just the woman I was looking for."
Grissom glanced across the room as they resumed their movements. The world hadn't ended, but time had stopped. The clock on the desk blinked twelve o'clock.
- The End -