Part XL

The ride home was spent with relaxing conversation, gentle caresses, and brief kisses at each red light. She was tired, he knew that. He just wanted to get her home. They had had a rough night, and the confrontation with Ecklie had been the capper.

He followed her down the hall to the bedroom, smiling as she discarded her clothing on the way. He pulled off his own clothes as he watched her slide under the blanket. He crawled in beside her and gathered her in his arms. Grinning, he kissed the back of her head.

"I'm proud of you."

She turned in his arms and looked at him. "For what?"

His finger tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Standing up to Ecklie."

She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes. "I'm sure he'll have something to say about it."

He chuckled lightly. "I doubt it. He was out of line, and he knows it." He kissed her softly. "Nothing will be said...trust me."

She curled into his arms and sighed. "I do."

After a few moments, he felt her breathing pattern change and realized she had drifted off to sleep. He held her tightly and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before closing his eyes.

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His eyes slowly opened and he automatically glanced at the clock. Five hours...not bad. His turned his gaze to the still sleeping form beside him and smiled. Her last words before going to sleep were 'I do.' He gently ran his fingers through her hair. He grinned, as the thought entered his mind. 'In a few days, she will be saying 'I do' at our wedding.' He sighed happily. He was still having trouble believing that in just a few days, he was going to be a married man. He was going to be married to her. Sara...was going to be his...wife.

He grinned like a child. Sara Grissom. He thought about that for a moment, then bit his lower lip in thought. They hadn't actually discussed that. Sure, her name would be 'Grissom' legally...but would she use his name at work...or would she stick with 'Sidle'?

He moved his hand behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He'd love to hear her answer her cell phone 'Grissom' instead of 'Sidle'. But, if she preferred to be called 'Sidle' at work, he'd understand. His eyes narrowed slightly in concentration. He'd discuss it with her when she woke up later.

He licked his dry lips, realizing that he was thirsty. He gently eased his arm out from under her head, as not to wake her. She really needed her rest. He slid out of bed and walked to the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator, he pulled out the pitcher of juice and set it on the counter. He opened the freezer and grabbed a couple of ice cubes, dropping them gently in his glass. He poured the juice over the ice and watched as the cubes slowly rose and bobbed around in the liquid. He took a sip and felt a cube brush against his lip.

A smile slowly formed and quickly grew into a mischievous grin. He quickly re-opened the freezer and grabbed a few more cubes and dropping them into a clean glass.

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He stood in the doorway to their room and watched her. He could tell by her breathing that she would be waking soon. Her body shifted slightly and he smiled. Quickly, he made his way to the bed, placing the glass on the nightstand.

His hands gently pulled the blanket from her body. She muttered something softly. He licked his lips and swallowed hard as he pulled an ice cube from the glass.

He sat beside of her, with his hand resting on the mattress on the other side of her. He held the ice between his fingers and thumb, slowly bringing it to the skin behind her ear. She inhaled sharply as he moved the ice slowly down her neck.

Her eyes fluttered open. "Gil?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

He smiled softly. "Conducting an experiment."

His hand moved the cube over her breastbone. She shuddered lightly. He watched her eyes widen as he moved to her breast, slowly circling her nipple. She moaned softly. His eyes returned to her nipple, watching it stiffen under the cold. The heat from her body was quickly melting the ice. His hand covered her breast, gently massaging the cool water into her skin.

He reached for the glass. She smiled as he produced another ice cube. His attention was focused on slowly tormenting her other nipple. Her breathing was quickly becoming erratic as he slid the ice down her stomach. Her muscles twitched slightly as he swirled it around her navel, allowing the ice to melt and leave a small puddle inside.

His head bent down and gently lapped the water from her skin. She exhaled deeply.

His eyes focused on hers. She grinned at him as he grabbed another cube and popped it in his mouth. He moved between her legs, she easily slid them over his shoulders. He looked into her eyes and smiled as he gently blew a puff of cold air across her clitoris. Her eyes closed and she groaned at the slight breeze.

He held the cube gingerly between his teeth and gently prodded at her opening. She gasped. Her hips moved against him. He gazed back up at her and emitted a small gasp of his own as he watched her fingers gently pinch her nipples. He sucked the ice back into his mouth and focused on her clit. She cried out and trembled slightly as he rubbed the ice against her.

The cube was quickly melting. He sucked her clit into his mouth and allowed the ice to melt around it. Her moans were intensifying. He knew she was close. He quickly moved his head and plunged his cold tongue inside of her. Her hands grabbed him and pulled him closer as she ground her hips against his face. His tongue continued fucking her as she screamed his name, her orgasm rushing over her. He groaned against her as he allowed his tongue to slowly slip from her. He placed a passionate kiss on her clitoris before moving back up her body.

He hungrily drove his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it with desperation. Her body quivered in his arms. She managed to find the strength to roll him onto his back...or maybe he helped with the change of position. She didn't really care at this point.

She quickly straddled him, then noticed the glass on the nightstand with a few slightly melted ice cubes still inside. She looked back at him and raised her eyebrows, smiling at him. He returned her smile and licked his lips. He could still taste her.

She fished a small cube from the glass and slithered down his body. He groaned as his erection slid between her breasts. She smiled and stored his reaction in her mind. Her tongue lazily licked the underside of his shaft for a moment before gently licking the precum from the head. He shivered lightly. Her smile turned to a grin as she sucked the ice into her mouth.

She let it warm slightly before slowly taking him into her mouth. She moved the small cube around his shaft and let her right hand slide under his ass, kneading the flesh gently. His head fell against the pillows as she sucked him with more pressure. He inhaled sharply as she moved her hand back to his erection, stroking him slowly as she ran what was left of the ice across his balls.

She coated the tip of her finger in his precum, which had begun to gather once again. Her mouth moved back to his cock, sucking hungrily. Her hand moved back to his ass, her finger rubbed across his anus. He groaned loudly and thrust into her mouth deeply. She swallowed him into her throat quickly as she gently worked the tip of her finger inside of him.

"Sara!"

She wondered for a moment if she had hurt him, and if he even liked it. That moment was brief however, as he started thrusting his hips harder and faster into her mouth. She worked her finger in slowly, massaging him. His fingers wound in her hair as she began to massage him with more force. She increased her suction and felt him quiver. She slid her finger around inside of him slowly, as not to hurt him.

He moaned loudly and exploded in her throat. She swallowed quickly and removed her finger so that she could hold his hips down. Another orgasm hit, though not as forceful as the first. He was astounded. That had never happened before.

She felt him relax in her throat, and pulled off of him slowly. She moved up beside of him and smiled sheepishly. She gently caressed his chest as his body calmed.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at her. "What was that?"

"An experiment..." She smiled and gently kissed his lips. "Did I hurt you?"

He shook his head slowly. "No...but...that was...um...interesting."

"Mm-hm...so was the ice..." She grinned as he blushed lightly. "You wanna take a shower?"

He thought for a moment and looked into her eyes. "No..."

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "No?"

"Uh-uh...let's just stay here for a while."

She rested her head on his chest as her fingers traced hearts across his stomach. She sighed happily as his hand caressed her back. "Okay."

Part XLI

He woke slowly. A smile formed on his lips as he felt her mouth placing gentle kisses on his chest. His eyes opened to find hers gazing at him. He rolled his head to the right, wincing at the loud crack from his neck.

Sara winced with him. "Ouch...you okay?" She raised her hand and lightly rubbed his neck.

"Yeah...how long did I sleep?" Her hand continued to rub his skin, with more of an intent to arouse him now, he noticed. It was working.

"Oh, about an hour I guess." She smiled as her hand moved to his shoulder, her fingertips barely grazing his skin.

Oh yes. It was definitely working.

It always amazed him how aroused she could make him with just a touch. He allowed his own fingertips to mirror her movements against her back. She sighed. He grinned. It also amazed him that he was able to do the same to her...after all, it was just a touch.

He closed his eyes, allowing his mind to process the sensation, as her nails gently scraped down his arm stopping momentarily in the crook of his elbow. She traced a small circle there, smiling as his skin quivered.

It tickled slightly, but he didn't mind.

She continued down his arm to his hand, her fingers sensuously caressing his palm. He inhaled deeply. Leaning over him, she kissed his neck softly before running her tongue across his skin. His hand moved down her back and cupped her ass gently. He felt her breath on his neck as she exhaled.

His tongue snaked out and touched her earlobe, guiding it into his mouth. She purred softly against his neck. He smiled, sucking her lobe in between his teeth. He nibbled carefully, moaning lightly as he felt her teeth gently nipping at his neck.

He repositioned her so that she was straddling his leg. She sucked on the soft skin of his neck as she slowly ground her hips against his thigh. He groaned as she increased her suction. His hand grasped her ass tighter, pushing her against his leg.

He moved his hand slightly and ran his finger down the crevice between her cheeks, stopping only when he found his destination. He gently worked the tip of his finger inside of her, grunting as she bit his neck...harder than she intended.

Her hands moved to his chest and she pushed herself up, gazing down at his neck. "Sorry", she muttered softly. He smiled warmly as he lifted his hand to her cheek, working his finger deeper inside of her. She pushed harder against his leg, moving her hips in slow circles. He leaned up to her, covering her mouth with his. She groaned as their tongues mingled together.

She broke the kiss slowly and cupped his face with her hands, easily recognizing the passion in his eyes. Her thumb traced his lips as her lids slid over her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his finger stroking her.

Her head tilted back slightly, his mouth moved to her throat. He could feel the vibration against his lips and tongue as she moaned his name.

She inhaled sharply as he removed his finger from her. Her eyes snapped open, questioning him quickly. He raised an eyebrow at her and gently lifted her from his leg. She read his eyes and smiled before lying down beside him on her stomach.

He quickly moved over her, tenderly kissing her back. His hands kneaded the flesh of ass as his mouth worked downward. Gently, he spread her cheeks. She gasped as she felt his tongue swirling around the orifice.

She pulled her knees under her and raised her hips, allowing him better access. She moaned when she felt his tongue slip inside. His hands softly roamed over her body. He felt her shift and looked up to see her smiling at him. She glanced towards the nightstand, he quickly returned her smile.

He leaned over her and pulled open the drawer. He looked back at her. "Which one?" he softly asked.

She grinned. "The biggest one."

He cocked his eyebrow, she nodded.

He quickly retrieved the object and the tube of lubrication. Moving back over her, he paused long enough to kiss her lips.

She shivered lightly as the cold lube was massaged into her. He chuckled softly. With the vibrator properly lubed, he pressed it against her and waited. She smiled to herself thinking how considerate and gentle he was. In all of the times they had done this, he always waited for her to move first. Though he learned quickly that he enjoyed it, he still had the burning fear of hurting her.

She moved her hips back slowly, groaning as it slid inside. He pushed gently, letting her do most of the work. When it had entered her fully, he held it still and waited for her muscles to relax. He waited for her signal...always.

He felt her hand move underneath her and gently grasp his erection. She stroked him slowly, holding him against her. He moaned and began to move the vibrator inside of her. He started slowly, letting her rocking hips set the pace.

She tightened her grip on him as he thrust gently into her hand. His hand gradually increased in speed. He could feel her fluid begin to coat him as he slid against her. He whimpered lightly as her hand left him to grasp the sheet.

"Keep...going...Gil...feels so...um...good...oh..."

He continued to move against her, sighing at the sensation of her warm juices flowing onto him. His hand grasped her hip as he carefully plunged the vibrator into her. His hips moved back slightly and she gasped, feeling his cock prod against her wet slit.

He groaned at the thought of fucking her hot, wet tunnel while sliding the vibrator in and out of her ass. He wondered silently if she would even enjoy that.

He gazed into her glazed eyes. She breathlessly hissed one word, seemingly answering his silent question. "Yes..."

He breathed deeply, removing his hand from her hip. Grasping his erection, he moved forward slightly, rubbing the head over her clitoris. She moaned loudly. Smiling, he moved back, gently easing his cock inside of her.

He moved slowly, alternating the strokes in her ass with the thrusts in her hot tunnel. His moans echoed hers. The feeling was intensely erotic...for both of them. He could feel her fluid building, threatening to explode around him.

"Oh...God...Sara..."

Her muscles began to clench around him. She screamed his name. He continued thrusting into her as her fluid gushed out around him.

He pulled the vibrator out and dropped it on the bed. Grasping both hips with his hands, he slammed his body against hers. The intensity of his motion brought another orgasm quickly over her.

His head snapped back. He heard his own voice scream her name as he came inside of her forcefully.

They collapsed in a sweaty heap as he slid out of her. Neither had the energy to move...so, they just lay there, his body resting on top of hers.

Eventually, he gathered the strength to roll off her and pulled her into his arms as she turned to face him. Their lips met briefly, yet lovingly, as he brushed her hair out of her eyes.

Their breathing slowly calmed. Her eyes focused on his neck...a grin quickly formed.

"What?"

She blushed. "Um...you may want to wear a shirt with a collar tonight to work..."

Puzzled, he looked at her for a moment before lifting his hand to his neck. Feeling the slightly raised skin, he laughed gently.

"You gave me a hickey?"

Part XLII

He stood in the bathroom running a brush through his hair. His eyes moved to his neck in the reflection of the mirror. He smiled as he readjusted his collar to hide the small bruise.

"What are you smiling about?"

He turned to find her leaning against the doorframe, grinning at him.

"You." He took the couple of steps needed to stand in front of her, leaning down to kiss her. Standing back up straight, he looked at her and gestured to his shirt. "Will this work?"

She examined him closely before fingering his collar. "Yeah...I think so." Looking into his eyes, she smiled. "I'm sorry about that."

He chuckled. "No, you're not!"

She shrugged and laughed lightly. "You're right...ready to go?"

He sighed. "Yeah, I suppose."

She took his hand and pulled him in for a kiss. "Come on...let's go."

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As they walked in the building, his fingers nervously picked at his collar. She smacked his hand lightly.

"Stop that...you'll just bring attention to it."

He smiled at her as his hand dropped to his side, brushing across hers.

They signed in and made their way upstairs.

"Gil?"

"Yeah?" He turned to look at her, recognizing the serious tone in her voice.

"Can I work with you tonight? Please."

He thought about it for a moment, teasing her. "Well...okay, since you said please."

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He was thankful it was a semi-slow night. After all, he and Sara really needed to leave a couple of hours early. It was Friday night...their wedding was in less than 24 hours. Ideally, they would've taken the night off. But, this isn't an ideal world. They were needed at work. But, God must've been smiling down on them. It really wasn't that busy.

Three cases...pretty much open and shut. He had assigned Catherine, Warrick, and Nick one each...he and Sara stayed back, going over the evidence from last night's case.

They were sitting on the couch in the breakroom going through some files when her cell phone rang.

"Sidle."

He looked at her. His thoughts began rushing through his head. He had meant to talk to her about this while they were still at home...but they were in other ways preoccupied. He smiled widely. His gaze never left her as she held the conversation over the phone...but who she was talking to, what was being said...he had no clue. It wasn't the conversation that had his attention.

The words "See ya" broke his concentration. His eyes found hers.

"Who was that?"

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Greg...said it will be about 30 minutes and he'll have some more results for us."

He simply nodded and looked back down at the file in his hand briefly.

"Um...Sara?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I...uh...talk to you for a minute?"

Her eyes quickly shifted to look at him. "Yeah...what's wrong?"

He shook his head slowly. "Nothing's wrong...I just want to ask you a question."

She allowed herself to exhale the breath she was holding. "Sure, ask me anything."

He swallowed nervously and shifted his body on the couch to face her. He took her hand as she repositioned herself as well.

"Well...I was just wondering. Um...after tomorrow...are you...I mean...what's...uh..."

She smiled lovingly and took his hand. "Gil?"

He took a deep breath and let his question out with the exhale. "After tomorrow, how will you answer the phone?"

Puzzled, she just looked at him for a moment...not really sure what he was asking.

He clarified for her. "I mean...will you answer 'Sidle' or 'Grissom'?"

Slowly, her smile formed. He was worried about whether or not she would take his name in a professional setting. Her smile widened. How sweet is that?

He watched her eyes as patiently as he could...which wasn't very. He was nervous. He wanted to know. She wasn't answering him. It was driving him crazy.

"Um...if you stay with 'Sidle'...I'll understand, you know..."

He would understand, she had no doubt about that. The fact was, she had never really thought about it. She just assumed that she would become 'Grissom' at work...or among her immediate co-workers, she would become 'Grissom Jr'. She laughed silently at the nickname Nick had given her a month ago.

"What would you like Gil?"

He shook his head slowly. "This isn't about what I'd like. This is about what you want."

She smirked at him. She knew exactly what he wanted. She also knew that he was going to make her decide. He didn't want to "taint" her decision in any way. She watched him with slight amusement as his fingers nervously drummed against his leg.

"Grissom."

"What?"

She laughed lightly. "No...I want to use 'Grissom'."

A look of relief passed over his face and settled in his smile. "Really?"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Why wouldn't I?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know...some women..."

She quickly interrupted him. "I'm not 'some women', Gil."

He grinned at her. "I'm aware of that, Sara."

She mirrored his grin and placed her hand on his neck. Gently, she pulled him to her. Brushing her lips across his, she sighed. "I love you, you know."

He kissed her back, applying a little more pressure than she did. "I know...I love you too."

They allowed their kiss to quickly deepen. The file fell from his hand. He didn't care. It would still be there in a minute or two.

His hands pulled her closer as her tongue teased his. Her hand rested on his upper thigh. Her thumb gently caressed his quickly growing member. He groaned into her mouth.

He cried out softly when she moved her hand to his chest. Reluctantly, she pulled away from him. Her eyes fell to his crotch, seeing the nice bulge there.

"Sorry", she breathed.

He closed his eyes as he willed his erection to go down. "That was mean, honey."

She giggled lightly. "I'll make it up to you, you know?"

His eyes opened and he grinned. "Yeah."

He leaned over to kiss her one more time before they got back to work.

Of course, this would be the time for Greg to make his appearance with the lab results.

He stood in the doorway, frozen. Grissom kissing Sara. He shook his head. He knew it happened, he wasn't exactly stupid. And...he was invited to the wedding. He just had never actually seen them kiss. The gentle touches, the smiles...that he was used to. Grissom's tongue in her mouth? No...that he was not used to...and he wasn't sure if he ever would be.

He cleared his throat, smiling when their flushed faces looked towards him.

"Um...results are in. Thought you'd...uh...might want to know."

Grissom nodded and brushed his hand through his hair. "Yeah...thanks Greg."

He noticed that Greg's eyes weren't meeting his...or even looking at Sara. "Greg?" Oh dear God...his eyes...were staring at his neck. "Greg?" He spoke his name a little more harshly.

Greg's eyes quickly snapped up to Grissom's. "Yeah?"

"Results?"

Greg smiled nervously and glanced at Sara as he handed the papers to Grissom. Sara giggled lightly as Gil readjusted his collar once more. Too late.

Greg shook his head lightly. "Well...if you need anything else...you know where to find me."

Grissom nodded. "Thanks Greg."

Greg quickly walked out into the hall. Grissom had a hickey?

He couldn't wait for the others to get back. Grissom...hickey...who would've thought?

Part XLIII

Grinning like a schoolboy, Greg sat quietly in the breakroom, waiting for the others. They slowly filtered in, one by one.

He waited until they had retrieved their coffee and sat at the table. His grin never faltered. It was almost annoying.

His grin finally broke Nick. "Okay, Greg...what's up?"

"Besides Grissom?"

Catherine stared at Greg for a moment, then laughed. "What?"

He nodded and laughed along with her. "I kinda walked in on them earlier..."

Nick's interest peaked. "Where?"

Greg gestured to the couch. "Over there."

Warrick jumped from his seat on the couch. "Damn, Greg...why don't you tell someone before they sit down?" He quickly began inspecting his clothes for any traces of fresh DNA.

Greg's horselaugh echoed in the room. "Dude...they weren't...you know...fucking, just...well, groping."

Nick and Catherine laughed loudly as Warrick smacked Greg in the head. "Man...don't scare me like that!"

Nick caught his breath and looked at Greg. "So...Greg...how do you know Grissom was up?"

All eyes turned to Greg, he blushed heavily. "Don't make it sound like that..."

Catherine smirked and leaned slightly over the table. "Well, it is a valid question Greg."

Greg rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. "It's not like I was looking for it..."

Warrick sat down beside of Catherine. "So...."

He glared at the other three. "Bite me. You know as well as I do, when it's there, you notice...unintentionally, but you still notice."

Nick chuckled. "Greg...we're just teasing."

"Anyway...what I was going to tell you was..." He stopped in mid-sentence, wanting to torment them a little. He grinned. It was working. All three of them were leaning on the table, waiting...

"What?"

He laughed as all three voices asked in unison.

He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. "Grissom has a hickey."

Catherine rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right...whatever Greg."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Fine don't believe me. Check it out for yourselves."

He stood and walked back to the lab, smiling. He knew it would only be a matter of time.

The three of them stared at each other for a moment before jumping out of their chairs and heading to Grissom's office.

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They stopped outside his door. Catherine turned to the other two. "You know...he's going to be very suspicious if all three of us walk in there and start staring at his neck."

Nick laughed. "So?"

She smacked his arm. "So...you know how Grissom gets when he's suspicious. Do YOU want to deal with that?"

Nick thought for a moment. He shook his head. "No...I don't."

She looked at Warrick. "Okay. Cath, YOU go."

Nick huffed. "Why does she get to go?"

Warrick stared at him. "Because...she's known him longer. She knows how to go about it without making it obvious. Unlike someone else I know."

Nick rolled his eyes. Catherine chuckled softly.

Warrick gently pushed Nick towards the opposite direction. "We'll be in the locker room."

She nodded and raised her hand to knock on his door. She knew he was in there...but not if Sara was with him.

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The knock roused him from his thoughts. "Yeah?"

The door opened slowly. Catherine poked her head in and smiled. "Busy?"

"No...not really."

She walked in and closed the door behind her. He looked at her curiously.

"Anything wrong?"

She shook her head. "No, just wanted to talk to you for a minute."

"Oh." He leaned back in his chair. His eyes focused on the window.

Something was on his mind. She knew him well enough to recognize that fact. Then again, it wouldn't take a genius to see it. "You okay?"

His eyes glanced at her. "Huh?"

She sat in the chair closest to him. "Are you okay?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah. I was just...thinking."

She smiled. He was nervous. His eyes were focused on the picture of Sara that he had framed on his desk. He bit his lower lip in concentration. He took a deep breath.

"You're not getting cold feet, are you?"

His eyes snapped to hers. "What?"

She smiled warmly at him. "Cold feet?"

He gave her a small smile. "I love her. I'm going to marry her."

"Yeah...but you're nervous."

He shook his head. "No...I'm not."

She tilted her head slightly and crossed her arms in front of her. "No?"

"No." He sighed heavily. "I'm scared to death."

She stood and walked to his desk, sitting on edge. She reached out and gently rubbed his shoulder. "It's normal, you know."

"Catherine, I shouldn't be scared. This is what I want." He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. "All I want is to spend the rest of my life with her...it's all I've ever wanted, if I choose to be brutally honest."

He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock. "I'm getting married in 13 hours. To a woman who makes me happier than I have ever been in my life."

He sighed and looked into Catherine's eyes. "So, why is my stomach in knots?"

She smiled softly. "Because forever is a long time. It's a huge step for you Griss."

He nodded slowly and rubbed his hand across his neck. His collar shifted just enough for her to see the reddish-purple mark on his flesh. She was wearing a wide grin when he looked back at her.

"What?"

"Well...if you love her enough to let her give you a hickey, then you HAVE to marry her."

He blushed heavily as they laughed together. He could feel the knots loosening.

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Nick and Warrick entered the locker room to await Catherine's news report. They were surprised to find Sara sitting quietly on a bench, staring at nothing.

Nick slid onto the bench beside her. "Hey."

Startled, she jumped slightly. "Hey Nick."

Warrick sat down across from them, looking in the direction that Sara had been staring. "What were you looking at?"

She shrugged her shoulders lightly. "Nothing."

Nick and Warrick exchanged a quick glance.

"I was just thinking."

"Grissom?" Warrick asked softly.

"What?"

Nick smiled. "Were you thinking about Grissom?"

She sighed. "Yeah...actually, I was."

Nick's hand rested lightly on her shoulder. "He didn't back out, did he?"

Sara's eyes shifted nervously to Nick's. "What? No...no, he...do you know something?"

Warrick kicked Nick's shin, a little harder than he probably should have. "Great, man, get her paranoid." He quickly moved over to Sara's other side. "No...that's not what Nick meant."

She looked into his eyes, unable to hide the fear. "Would you like to explain to me then?"

Warrick swallowed and met her stare. "I think, what Nick was trying to ask was...are you having second thoughts?"

She turned to Nick, who was still gingerly rubbing his leg. "Is that what you were asking?"

"Yeah..."

She lowered her head and took a deep breath.

"No...I'm not having second thoughts. It's just...I've never been this nervous in my life." She felt each of them place a hand on her back.

She lifted her wrist and glanced at her watch. "I'm getting married in a little under 13 hours." She closed her eyes as her mind processed that statement. "I'm marrying Gil Grissom today."

Neither man said a word, just continued to gently rub her back and allowed her to talk.

She ran a trembling hand through her hair. "Dear God...what if I completely fuck this up?"

Nick snorted. "Sara..."

He waited until she looked at him. He saw the tears in her eyes, he instantly felt sorry for her. "Sara, there is no way that you're going to fuck this up. You know that, right?"

She shook her head slowly as her eyes closed. "I hope."

Warrick wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. Her head rested on his shoulder. "Sara, it's normal to be scared. This is definitely a new experience for both of you. But, you know as well as I do that the two of you are perfect for each other."

She nodded and stood up quickly, running to the bathroom. "I think I need to throw up now."

Nick smiled. Warrick grinned. They sat together and waited for Sara. She returned a few minutes later, looking a little more relaxed.

Nick stood and hugged her. "You okay?"

"Yeah." She returned his hug momentarily before pulling away to give Warrick one as well. "Thank you."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head, much like a brother would comfort a sister. "You make each other happy Sara. You're going to be just fine." He felt her body slowly release the tension it had been holding captive.

A comfortable silence hung in the room.

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The silence was broken by the sound of the door opening, revealing a grinning Catherine and a much more relaxed Grissom.

He quickly walked to Sara, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Hey", he whispered softly and kissed her neck gently.

Her hands covered his as she leaned back into him. "Hey, yourself."

"You ready to go?"

She nodded and turned in his arms, pressing her lips against his.

Catherine cleared her throat, alerting them that there were still people in this room with them. He broke the kiss slowly and stood there, gazing into her eyes. His fear was gone. Her panic had lifted.

He sighed lightly and whispered to her. "Marry me Sara."

She allowed her favorite curl to wrap around her finger. "Name the place and time...I'll be there."

His lips gently touched hers. They softly whispered words of love and trust to each other before Catherine's voice gently interrupted them.

"Guys...you need to get some sleep...I think you have somewhere to be in about 12 hours."

Grissom took Sara's hand as he nodded. "Come on."

Catherine spoke up quickly. "Whoa...you can't go home together, you know?"

Grissom smiled gently at her. "Yeah, I know. I'm just walking her to the car. I'm staying at Jim's house tonight."

Catherine returned his smile. "Well...I'll stay with Sara then."

He nodded and turned to Sara. "Call me, okay?"

Sara raised her hand and gently caressed his cheek. "I love you."

His hand brushed through her hair. "I love you too."

She grinned at him. "I'll see you in a few hours."

He returned her grin and nodded. "I'll be there."

They reluctantly released their hold on one another. She stopped at the door and blew him a kiss as she walked out with Catherine.

He smiled widely. The knots were gone.

Part XLIV

He lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling. He had been able to get a little sleep, but not much at all. He was in a strange bed in someone else's house...alone. It was hard enough trying to sleep in Brass' guestroom...but nearly impossible without her warm body curled up next to him.

He glanced at the clock. 9:00. He smiled, picking up the phone.

"Sidle."

"Not for long."

Her grin broke across her face. "Good morning. Get any sleep?"

He chuckled. "A little. Couldn't sleep without you."

"I couldn't either." She paused for a moment. "Are you nervous?"

"Not anymore...you?"

She laughed. "Not anymore."

He took a deep breath. "I'm happy, Sara. With you, I'm happy."

She wiped the tear from her eye. "That's one of the sweetest things you've ever said to me."

His smile widened. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He sighed lightly. "Busy day today...so much to do. But, I just wanted to hear your voice."

He could feel her grin. He hoped she could feel his. She could.

"So...Mr. Grissom...see you at 3?"

He chuckled. "Yes, ma'am...3..."

"Don't be late."

He laughed loudly. "Not a chance."

The were quiet for a few seconds, just listening to the other breathe. He closed his eyes. He could almost feel her breath on his skin. She listened as his breathing changed slightly.

"Can you feel me Gil?"

"Yes...I can." He could feel his skin begin to flush.

"I can feel you too." She smiled at the thought that she could get aroused just by listening to him breathe. She inhaled deeply. "We probably shouldn't do this right now, should we?"

He exhaled deeply. "Uh...probably not...if I were in a hotel room, yeah...but, I'm at Brass'. That would be kind of...odd."

She giggled lightly. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She took another deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Tonight then?"

"Mm-hm. Tonight, tomorrow...the rest of our lives." He willed himself to cool down. It wasn't working. It wouldn't work until he hung up the phone, he knew that. "I'm going to go take a cold shower now."

She laughed. He joined her. "I'll see you soon, honey."

"Okay, I love you."

"Love you too."

He reluctantly laid the phone on the table beside the bed. He resumed his prior position. Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He glanced back at the clock. 10:02. Yeah, he really needed to get in the shower.

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1:48.

Grissom stood in front of the mirror and smiled at his reflection. Even he could see the happiness in his eyes. He ran a brush through his curls one more time before readjusting his tie once more. He wondered briefly why it was called a 'mourning suit'. He definitely wasn't mourning. He could understand why it was a 'mourning suit' when it was worn to a funeral...but a wedding? He suddenly laughed at the haphazard thought in his head. Does it really matter what it's called?

He picked up the box that he had placed on the nightstand earlier. He walked into the living room quietly to find Nick, Warrick, Greg, and Brass having a complex discussion about an unsolved case. He laughed gently.

Greg was the first to look up. Warrick was the first to speak.

"Damn BugMan...you clean up pretty nice."

Grissom blushed lightly and absently ran his hand through his hair. He quickly walked to Brass and handed him the box.

"What's this?"

"Uh...the ring?"

Brass chuckled and slid the small box into his pocket. "You ready?"

"Yes...I am."

"Then, let's go...we have a wedding to attend."

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2:42.

Sara paced. And paced. And paced. She was ready, and looked beautiful. Catherine smiled as she watched the young brunette...back and forth, back and forth.

"Sara?" She spoke softly.

Sara stopped suddenly. "You know, if I had a cigarette, I'd smoke it. Right now. But, I don't. Which is good. With my luck, I'd burn a hole in my dress...or worse...burn the cathedral down. That probably wouldn't be a good thing to have happen. You know...what time is it anyway?"

Catherine laughed gently at the nonsensical rambling. "2:46."

"2:46? An hour ago, it was 2:43. Jesus...I need a cigarette." She resumed her pacing as Catherine grinned at her.

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He stood in the small chapel, chatting quietly to the man standing beside him. He rocked gently back and forth on his heels.

Brass smiled as he quietly spoke with Grissom. For a man who's getting ready to get married, he was very relaxed. It surprised him how calm Grissom really was.

There was a loud click, the door opened. Grissom ended his conversation in mid-sentence and looked down the aisle. Their guests turned as well.

He thought he heard music. He was sure that there was music playing. There was always music playing at every wedding he had ever attended. But, the emotions flooding through his head drowned out the notes swinging softly in the air.

He saw her walk through the door. He gasped. He had never seen her look so beautiful.

She slowly made her way down the aisle with Al. He smiled. He had graciously agreed to give the bride away.

His eyes never left hers. She smiled softly at him. He thought his heart would burst right there.

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She took her place beside him. She was trying to pay attention to what the priest was saying, she really was. She saw the soft smile on his lips as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

She sighed lightly when the priest finally directed them to face each other. Her smile widened when she looked into his eyes. He gently took her hand in his. Her heart was pounding. His thumb softly rubbed circles against the back of her hand. She resisted the urge to kiss him.

His voice was soft as he recited his vows. She gazed into his eyes. She didn't bother to wipe away the tear that fell gently down her cheek. The ring was cool against her skin as he slid it onto her finger. Another tear fell as he silently mouthed the words "I love you".

She was positive that she had spoken her vows. She couldn't really remember though. She was lost in his eyes. But, she knew she had...she had his ring in her hand. Their gaze never faltered as she gently slid his ring down his finger. Her heart melted as she saw the single tear brim over his eyelid.

He leaned forward to kiss her, stopping himself when he realized he hadn't been directed to do so yet. He blushed lightly at her grin.

The words finally echoed in the air. "You may now kiss your bride."

He grinned broadly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Her fingers found the soft curls at the nape of his neck as he pressed his lips to hers.

She slowly pulled back from him, their gaze renewed. "I love you too."

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Nick stopped them as they walked towards the Tahoe. "Where are y'all going?"

Grissom turned and smiled. "Um...the Monaco?"

Warrick chuckled and gestured to the Tahoe. "In that?"

Sara gave him her best smartass look. "We're not walking."

Catherine grinned. "No...you're not. We chipped in for something for you."

Sara and Grissom exchanged a confused glance before noticing the white limousine.

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He climbed in behind her, settling into the soft leather interior. He leaned over and kissed his wife. His wife. He grinned at the thought. His thoughts were interrupted when Sara called up to the driver.

"Can you just drive us around Vegas for a while?"

The chauffeur smiled. "Sure."

She turned to Grissom and grinned as she touched the button to raise the tinted glass between them and the driver.

"Have you ever made love in a moving limousine?"

She crawled on top of him. His hands rested on her hips.

"I've never made love in a moving heap of junk, much less a limousine." His voice was a soft whisper.

She kissed him tenderly. "I haven't either."

He sighed as she ground her hips against him. His hands gently ran up her dress, caressing her legs. Stopping at her center, he grinned. "Were you planning this?"

She raised her eyebrow and mirrored his grin as she quickly worked on his pants.

His tongue probed her mouth as she slid his pants down his legs. He groaned as he felt her heat radiate onto him. He easily guided himself into her and grasped her hips. Her mouth found his neck. Her tongue gently licked the day old bruise. A moan escaped her lips as he thrust into her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, moving with him. She could feel his hot breath on her skin. He could feel her fluid flowing onto his thighs.

She leaned back slightly. His hand moved from her hip to her neck, gently caressing her. Her eyes closed, she licked her lips. He knew she was close.

His thumb traced her lips, her eyes opened slowly. She gazed down at him.

"I...love you...Sara Grissom."

She bit her lip to stifle her scream as she came. He moaned loudly as he emptied his semen inside of her.

She collapsed in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder with her lips touching his neck softly.

"I love you too Gil."

He smiled as the chauffeur's voice came over the intercom. "We'll be at the Monaco in about 5 minutes."

She blushed heavily and kissed his neck. "I guess we'd better get you dressed."

Part XLV

They had said goodbye to their friends at the reception. After all of the hugs, the words of congratulations, the sentiments of "see you in a week"...they just wanted to be alone, needed to be alone. They stood in front of the elevator, smiling and whispering to one another.

Just one more night in Vegas, then they'll be gone for a week. An entire week. Just the two of them. She smiled as she processed that thought.

The door opened, they stepped in. She was thankful that no one else was on the elevator with them. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his back as he pushed the button. His hands covered hers as she seductively rubbed his chest through his shirt.

"Where's your jacket and tie?" The question was breathed heavily against his ear.

He leaned back into her. "I...uh...I think Nick picked them up."

She smiled as his breathing became somewhat erratic. Her hands slowly slid down his chest and came to a rest on his stomach. She leaned up and placed a soft kiss on the back of his neck.

He turned suddenly in her arms. She grinned as he gently pushed her against the wall. His hands held her hips, gently caressing her through the dress. He looked into her eyes and grinned before leaning into her.

Her arms went around his neck as his lips softly touched hers, before moving to devour the flesh of her neck. Her leg lifted and rubbed his outer thigh, effectively pushing herself against his growing erection. He moaned against her skin.

He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes. "You know...if there weren't cameras in here watching us..." He paused for a second, licking his lips. "I'd fuck you right now."

She smiled and returned her hands to his chest. He pulled back hesitantly as the door opened to their floor. Taking her hand, he led her down the hall to their room, never breaking eye contact.

He stopped in front of their door and reached into his pocket for the cardkey. He grinned as Sara slithered between him and the door. He surprised her by placing his hands on her hips and lifting her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and giggled lightly as he finally fished the key out of his pocket. He smiled. Her giggle never failed to make him smile.

He quickly opened the door and carried her inside. His tongue outlined her lips as she kicked the door closed before releasing her hold on him. Pushing him against the door, she opened her mouth to him, allowing her fingers to quickly work on the buttons of his shirt. He groaned into her mouth as she pulled the shirt from his shoulders.

Her fingers lightly ran down his chest, stopping only when she reached the button on his pants. She sighed against his lips as she felt his fingers slowly pulling the zipper of her dress down. He broke the kiss slowly, watching her dress slide off of her shoulders and fall to the floor.

He breathed deeply as she knelt before him. She gazed up at him and smiled as she slowly pulled his pants down, tossing them gently on top of his shirt. He leaned his head against the door and inhaled sharply as he felt her mouth slowly encase him.

Her hand gently held the base of his cock as her tongue danced around the head. He growled lowly. Her rings felt cool against his hot skin. He smiled. Her rings.

His fingers brushed through her hair. "Sara..."

She looked up at him and smiled as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft.

He gently gripped her shoulder. She grinned and slowly began to stand. His head fell back against the door as her tongue traced a path up his chest to his neck. She tenderly sucked his flesh into her mouth as his hands quickly rid her of her bra. He pulled her naked body tightly against his, moaning lightly at the contact.

He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He kissed her passionately before gently laying her on the bed. She started to move up to the head of the bed. His hands on her thighs caused her stop her movement. He grasped her hips and carefully pulled her back down, kneeling on the floor between her legs.

He gazed into her eyes and grinned, feeling her drape her legs over his shoulders. He turned his head slightly and kissed the inside of her knee. His mouth slowly made its way down her thigh. He breathed in her scent and deeply exhaled. She gasped at the warm rush of air across aching center.

Smiling, he lowered his head, his tongue gently parting her lips. She grunted softly as his rough tongue slowly licked across her clit. Her hand grasped the sheet, the other one gently fingered his curls. He moved slowly, deliberately. His hand softly caressed her skin directly below her navel.

She arched her hips into him, feeling his tongue gently prod at her moist opening. He took his time, savoring the taste of his wife. Her body squirmed lightly. His hands moved to her hips to hold her still. His tongue slid back to her clit, flicking across it gently. Her muscles twitched under his hands. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Her hand tightly gripping the sheet, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, her chest rising and falling rapidly...he listened as her moans continued, his name escaping her lips more than once.

He smiled at the sights and sounds. Her fingers tightened in his hair. He watched her face as he suddenly plunged his tongue back inside of her. Her moan became a scream. His hands slid under her ass and lifted her slightly as he continued his assault. He moved his tongue quickly, urging her to come.

He felt her tense around him. Her hand let go of the sheet and joined the other one in his hair, pulling him tightly to her. He continued stabbing his tongue into her as her body trembled violently and she screamed his name. His tongue slowly slid out of her. He looked at her and smiled, wiping her fluid from his chin.

He slowly stood, repositioning her legs around his waist. He leaned over her, kissing her gently. She pulled his tongue into her mouth, hungrily sucking her juices from him. He moaned as her legs tightened around him, silently begging him.

His body straightened, his hands sliding along her thighs to her hips as he entered her slowly. Her hands covered his as he began to thrust into her. He moved his hands slightly and laced his fingers with hers. His eyes fell to her breasts, which were jiggling lightly from the motion. He groaned and increased his pace.

Her legs squeezed him tightly. Her fingers disentangled from his, grasping his forearms. Opening her eyes, she gazed into his.

"Gil...oh...fuck me...please...fuck me."

He smiled. Tightening his grip on her hips, he began to slam his body against hers.

Her eyes involuntarily closed. His head tilted back as he felt her come around him. He groaned her name loudly as he felt himself release inside of her.

Her legs fell from his waist as he slid out of her. He climbed onto the bed, gently pulling her up to the pillows. She sighed heavily as she curled into his arms, her fingers wiping the sweat from his face.

"I love you Grissom."

He kissed her gently, running his fingers through her sweat-drenched hair.

"I love you too...Grissom."

She smiled widely and laid her head on his shoulder.

Part XLVI

The four and a half-hour drive to Big Bear Lake didn't seem to take nearly that long. Of course, they could've driven 15 hours and it wouldn't seem that long. As long as they were together, time didn't matter.

His hand rubbed her knee as he pulled to a stop in front of the mountain cabin. She let out a small gasp. He smiled. It wasn't luxurious, but then neither were they. It was what they wanted. A secluded cabin, in the middle of the woods...a place where they could spend a week alone. A place where they didn't have to worry about whether their cell phones would interrupt them or not. A place where they could relax in each other's arms. It was perfect for them.

He chuckled as she grabbed the key from his hand and ran up the steps. He grabbed their bags from the car and quickly followed her. He stood inside the door and set the bags down. He laughed lightly as he heard her footsteps running through the cabin.

She eventually made her way back into the living room, only to find him at the fireplace.

She sat down in the floor and watched him. "What are you doing?"

He turned and smiled, gesturing to the fireplace. "Building a fire."

She returned his smile. "Well...hurry up, I'm lonely over here..."

He grinned as the fire began to blaze. He looked around the room. With the curtains drawn, it was easy to think it was night. He turned off the lights before settling down on the floor behind her. With his legs placed on either side of her, he leaned his back against the couch and pulled her against his chest.

She laid her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. She gently caressed his skin, sighing heavily.

"This is beautiful Gil."

"Mm-hm." His head bent slightly, his lips brushing across her neck.

She moved her hand up to run her fingers through his hair as he placed soft kisses on her skin. His mouth moved to her ear, softly whispering to her. "I love you."

She turned her head, touching her lips to his. "I love you too."

He slowly deepened the kiss. His hand traveled to her leg, gently caressing her thigh through her jeans. She arched into him, pressing against his growing erection. He moaned lightly.

His hands slid under the hem of her shirt, teasing her flesh with his fingertips. One hand gently caressed her stomach as the other cupped her breast. He smiled against her lips, feeling her body temperature rise.

He broke the kiss, pulling the shirt over her head. His lips found her collarbone, sucking the flesh into his mouth. He nibbled lightly as his hand moved from her breast, joining the other at the top of her jeans. Slowly, he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Sliding his hand inside, he groaned at the wetness he found there. She breathed heavily.

He stroked her lightly for a moment before removing his hand and lifting his fingers to his mouth. Once his fingers were effectively cleaned, he pulled his shirt over his head and pulled her back to him. His hands glided down her sides, resting on her hips momentarily before sliding her jeans and panties down her legs.

His tongue teased her skin as she leaned over and pulled her jeans off, tossing them across the room. She turned to face him, pushing her tongue into his mouth as she quickly rid him of his pants. She moved to straddle him, but he held her still.

Her eyes questioned him. He smiled lovingly. "Turn back around..."

She smiled brightly at him, honoring his request. He pulled her back to his chest, allowing his hands to roam teasingly across the front of her body. Her breathing became erratic as his hands slid across her nipples. She pressed her body against his. His erection throbbed against the small of her back.

Gently, he brushed the hair away from her neck. His mouth sucked hungrily on her flesh. She groaned and moved purposely against him. His hand cupped her hot center, his fingers stroked her softly. Her fingers were in his hair, holding him against her neck.

His hands moved to her hips and lifted her slightly. He shifted underneath her, pressing his cock against her wet folds. He grunted as she allowed herself to slide across him, back and forth...over and over.

She reached beneath her and guided him into her. He grasped her hips and placed a soft kiss between her shoulder blades as she slowly moved against him. He moved a hand to her breast, gently caressing the soft mound as he began to thrust inside of her.

The cabin was quiet. The only sounds were their heaving breathing, their low moans, and the soft crackle of the fire.

Her hands covered his, massaging her breasts as she slid her hot tunnel up and down his erection. The soft metallic clink as their rings bumped each other made her smile.

She felt his back and head slump against the couch. She moved with him, angling her body even more. Her moans became louder as he brushed across her g-spot with each stroke.

His hands moved back to her waist, pushing her down onto him harder. The motion had the desired effect as he felt her clench tightly around him. He repeated the action and felt her come around him. Her moans echoed in the room.

He moved quickly, rolling her onto her knees. He grinned as he felt the damp spot in the soft carpet under his knee. A drop of sweat fell from his chest and landed on her back. He gently ran his finger across it, rubbing it into her skin.

The fire crackled and popped.

He slowly resumed his thrusts. The sound of his sweaty body smacking against hers echoed in his ears. He leaned over her, gently licking the sweat from her skin...savoring the salty taste of her flesh.

Her hips moved back against him, pushing him farther inside of her.

"Oh...God...Sara...oh...you feel...um..."

He could say no more as he increased his pace, slamming his body against her. He grunted as she cried out again. They came together as her knees finally gave out, sending them to the floor quickly.

He slid out of her and rolled onto his side, pulling her back against his chest. His arms held her tightly. She could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly against her back. Her hands rested on his arms, gently caressing his skin. She could feel his come gently oozing out of her. Her muscles twitched lightly.

Finally catching his breath, he kissed her shoulder tenderly. She sighed lightly as her eyes focused on the orange flames in the fireplace.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Her voice was shaky.

"Yes, you are."

She chuckled softly. "No...the fire, it's beautiful."

He kissed the back of her head. "No...beauty is in my arms at this moment." He smiled as she inhaled deeply. "The fire is pretty though..."

His hand gently caressed her stomach, silently hoping for the day that he would feel a gentle kick.

Part XLVII

She was changing the bed with a smile on her face. Pulling out the sheets that she had bought the night before the wedding from her bag, she giggled to herself lightly. She quickly made the bed and went back to the living room.

She grinned as she leaned against the wall and watched him. She loved watching him work a puzzle. The way his brow knit in concentration, the way he absently chewed on the end of his pen...she sighed. Who was she kidding...she loved everything about this man.

He looked up and saw the faraway look in her eyes. She was looking at him, but not. Her eyes were on him, but her mind was in another place. He chuckled softly.

"What are you doing?"

His gentle voice instantly snapped her back from her thoughts. Blushing lightly, she smiled. "Watching you."

He grinned and motioned for her to join him on the couch, removing his glasses and laying the puzzle on the end table.

She snuggled in beside him and laid her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head. "You like watching me?"

She smacked his leg lightly. "You know I do."

He placed his finger under her chin, lifting her face up to his. "What do you like watching me do?" He kissed her lips gently.

She cocked her eyebrow at him and smiled. "Everything."

She leaned into him, pressing her body against his. Her lips met his, softly at first. The passion quickly grew as she felt his tongue ease inside of her mouth. She teased the muscle lightly with her own. She smiled as she felt him shift his body slightly.

Her hand moved to his lap, slowly stroking him through his pants. His hands held her face to his as he swirled his tongue around hers. He broke the kiss suddenly and groaned when she gripped him tightly. She moved from the couch and stood in front of him, tugging gently on him.

"Come on..."

He quickly stood, his growing erection still held in her hand. He fought to control his breath. "Where...where are we...going?"

A sly smile spread across her lips. "Bed."

He nodded wordlessly and allowed himself to be led down the hall.

She stopped in the doorway and turned to him, releasing her hold on him. He whimpered lightly. She gazed into his eyes as she began undressing him. After she had succeeded in her task, his hands reached out to help her shed her own clothes. She took a step back and smiled.

She pulled her shirt over her head and licked her lips. "I like undressing for you...I like the way you look at me..."

His breath caught in his chest as he watched her. His hand moved to his erection and began stroking slowly. He groaned when he saw the wet stain on her panties as she slid them down her legs.

She leaned to him and pressed a soft, quick kiss to his lips before taking a step backwards into the bedroom. She smiled as he watched her, but didn't move.

"You coming?"

"Not yet." His voice was no louder than a whisper.

"Good...come on..."

He slowly followed her, a grin plastering his face when he glanced at the bed. He quickly closed the distance between them and placed his hands on her hips.

"Silk sheets?"

She smiled coyly. "Mm-hm...and baby oil." She gestured to the nightstand.

He grinned, sliding his hands around her waist and pulling her against him. "You remembered?"

She softly fingered his nipple, feeling it harden against her skin. "Did you think I wouldn't?"

He shook his head slowly. His skin shivered under her gentle caresses. She pulled from his arms and climbed on the bed, sliding across the sheets. He hesitated only a second before joining her.

His hand lingered on her stomach for a moment before sliding up to her breast. He gently massaged the soft flesh and placed a kiss on her breastbone. He felt her warm hand on his back, her nails scraping across his skin.

His mouth replaced his hand, his tongue tormenting her nipple. Her body slid slightly away from him. His hand went to her hip, pulling her back.

She laughed lightly. "Well, this should be interesting...we haven't even started, and I'm already sliding."

He chuckled. "I won't let you fall..."

She pulled his lips to hers, assaulting his mouth with her tongue. His hand slowly moved from her hip to the outside of her thigh, teasing her skin with his fingertips.

He moved over her and straddled her carefully. She could feel the hot, hard flesh of his cock resting against her stomach. Her nails scratched across his thighs softly. He grinned at her and leaned over to retrieve the bottle of baby oil she had so thoughtfully brought along with them.

She gasped as he drizzled the oil over her chest. He rubbed it in slowly, allowing his hands to slide freely over her skin. Her back arched as his hand glided over her erect nipple.

He smiled as he applied more over her chest and arms, watching her skin begin to glisten. It pooled around his cock. She sighed heavily as she felt his erection slide across her skin.

"Slide up here, baby."

He looked at her, questioning her silently. Seeing her smile, he slowly began to move up her body.

When his cock was resting between her breasts, she spoke one word. "Stop."

Puzzled, he gazed down at her. He was astounded as he watched her press her breasts around him.

Licking her lips, she grinned at him. "You wanna fuck my tits, Gil?"

He inhaled sharply. "What?"

She slowly rubbed her flesh against him. "I know you've thought about it..."

He blushed heavily, and slowly nodded his head. "Yeah...I have."

She lowered her chin to her chest, allowing her tongue to snake out and lick the precum from the head. He gasped. "So...what are you waiting for?"

He remained still...stunned as she pressed her tits against him harder. His hand gently caressed her face as his eyes closed, focusing on the sensations she was giving him.

He slowly started to move against her, almost involuntarily. He groaned. The warm baby oil, the enclosure of his cock between her breasts...it almost reminded him of her hot tunnel. His breathing quickened.

His hands covered hers and he pressed harder. She slid her hands out from under his, moaning at the sudden contact of his skin against her nipples.

She grasped his ass and gazed up at him. She smiled as he gently bit his lower lip, his eyes still closed. She could feel her fluid oozing from her. It still amazed her how aroused she could get just by watching him. She squeezed his ass tighter. She could feel him swell.

Suddenly, he released his pressure on her breasts and pulled back slightly, stroking himself quickly. He moaned her name as his come hit her breasts. He opened his eyes in time to see her wipe her skin and lift her fingers to her mouth, sucking his fluid from them.

The next thing he knew, he was on his back. It had happened so quickly, he wasn't sure how this change of position occurred. But, then again...he didn't really care.

She quickly moved up the length of his body and straddled his face. He wasted no time in grabbing her hips and pulling her down to him. She grabbed the headboard with one hand to steady herself, while her other hand ran through his hair. She ground into his mouth, gasping as his tongue swiftly entered her.

The scent of baby oil permeated the air around them.

Her hand left his hair and reached behind her, grasping his cock and slowly stroking it back to life. He groaned against her clit, sending the vibrations like shockwaves through her body. She ground harder against him. He was growing in her hand.

She lifted her body and shifted around in the other direction. His hands landed on the small of her back and pulled her back to his mouth as she leaned over him.

She engulfed him quickly, sucking him forcefully into her throat. He moved to her clit, sucking with equal force. He felt her familiar quiver and pressed her tightly to his mouth, licking and sucking her. He thrust gently into her mouth, feeling his orgasm quickly building.

His teeth scraped across her clit, causing her to moan. That's all it took. That one deep moan from her throat surrounding his cock. He thrust one more time, groaning as she came with him.

She moved her trembling body from his and turned to face him. Their mouths quickly met, savoring the taste of their fluids mingling together.

Slowly breaking the kiss, she gently fingered the curls above his ear. He was content to tenderly trace her jawline with his thumb.

She smiled softly. "Baby oil and silk sheets..."

He grinned. "Mm-hm."

"Was it as good as your fantasy?"

He was lost in her eyes. "Better."

Her raised eyebrow brought a soft chuckle from his lips. "Fantasies of you are always better in real life."

She blushed lightly. "Good answer Grissom."

Part XLVIII

He walked into the kitchen to find her rummaging through the refrigerator.

"We just had dinner...you still hungry?"

She closed the refrigerator door with a gentle slam and shook her head. "I don't know..."

He walked over to her, smiling, and pulled her into his arms. "You ready to go to work, Grissom?"

She grinned up at him and sighed. "No...I want to go back to Big Bear Lake. I have no interest in going to work tonight."

He leaned down and kissed her lips. "I don't either...but, you know...we kinda have to."

She nodded and held him tighter, resting her head on his chest. "I love you."

He kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent. "Love you too."

She pulled from his arms and walked into the living room. He turned and watched her. She looked back at his smiling face and grinned.

"Well, come on...since you insist we go back."

He chuckled lightly as he grabbed his jacket and opened the door for her.

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Of course, they were the first ones at work.

He slowly walked into his office with mixed emotions. He loved his job, and he was glad to be back. But, the week they had spent alone had been wonderful. He sighed heavily and walked around his desk and sat down.

His eyes were drawn to a frame sitting on the corner of the desk. Odd...he didn’t remember putting a picture on his desk. His eyes focused in on the photograph, a smile quicky forming on his lips. A picture of him and Sara dancing at their reception, gazing into one another’s eyes. He gently lifted the picture, allowing his smile to turn into a full grin as he clearly remembered that dance.

He briefly wondered who took it, then realized it had to be Catherine. The sound of someone softly clearing their throat interrupted his memories. He glanced up at the door and smiled.

“Hey.”

Catherine smiled and entered his office. “Hi...welcome back.”

He gently returned the frame to his desk. “Thanks.”

“Do you like it?” She gestured towards the photograph, smiling widely.

He grinned as his eyes returned to the image. “Yes, I do. Thank you very much.” His eyes shifted back to Catherine. “That was a very special moment for us.”

“It was for all of us.” She laughed lightly as she watched his face flush. “How was the trip?”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Wonderful. It was hard for us to come back actually.”

Catherine nodded and her grin widened as she watched him relive the past week in his mind.

“So...Grissom...”

He looked back at her with a puzzled look on his face.

She shook her head gently. “Work? Assignments? What do we have?”

“Oh...yeah...” He slowly stood with the assignment slips in his hand and walked out the door.

Catherine smiled and followed him to the breakroom where the others had already convened, awaiting their cases.

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Catherine made her way back to the lab with a very quiet Grissom. He had spoken very little on the return trip. Instead he gazed out the window and absently rubbed his thumb across the underside of his wedding ring. She knew that he was missing her and just wanted to get back quickly. The thought made her grin.

Who would’ve thought that Gil Grissom would ever become a happily married man? She sure as hell didn’t. But, it had happened. With the one woman who was completely perfect for him. She was beginning to believe in destiny. How else could you explain it?