Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Sara took her time looking at everything in the office. On the walls were several framed butterflies and she discovered, to her surprise, no other bugs adorned the walls. His desk had files from work mixed in with other papers. There were large bookcases overflowing with entomology books, some of which she discovered he had written.

There was an overstuffed, brown leather chair in the corner with a lap blanket thrown over the back of it. The room was clean, but lived in at the same time. She knew Grissom was watching her while she took in the room, but she didn’t care.

The cat made her way out of the room, Sara and Grissom following her to the next. There were two spare rooms and Sara found it interesting that neither one of them was even furnished while the rest of the house was packed full of books and bugs.

The cat showed just as much interest in these rooms as Sara did. Spending very little time in them due to the lack of hiding places, the cat quickly moved on. Both Sara and Grissom smiled every time the cat found something that interested her because she would look up at them and meow.

It was more like a meep because she was so small.

“I know” Sara said as they followed her into Grissom’s room. “I think we should call her Meepers. What do you think?” She asked him. Before he was able to respond the cat let out another meep and he just nodded his head.

“You like that huh…Meepers?” She knelt down and asked the cat, eliciting another one. They both laughed, that was until the cat walked into his closet, lay on a pile of clothes and made herself comfortable.

“Oh no, not my closet” Grissom said and Sara laughed.

“Sorry Griss, looks like she’s made up her mind” Sara said through a smile. Grissom left the room and came back with the nesting box and the two of them set it up. Sara helped Grissom clear everything off the floor of his closet and set up the cat box, food dishes, and nesting box.

“Well, doesn’t she look comfortable” Sara commented looking at a sleeping cat, snuggled securely in her box.

“Yep” Grissom said through a yawn.

“Let’s let the poor pup in and then go to bed” Sara said to him and he gave her one of his smiles.

He grabbed her around the waist “bed sounds great” he said in a low voice, sending shivers down her spine. Grissom nibbled at her neck and she moaned. He was steadily trying to feel every part of her body he could when Sara stopped him.

“The dog” she said, raising an eyebrow. Grissom let out a frustrated sigh and then headed to the back door to let Hank in. When he got back to the room Sara was lying on the bed with nothing but her skin on and his mouth instantly began to water.

He quickly made his way to the bed, shedding his clothes on the way. He climbed onto the bed and laid out beside her, slowly trialing a hand up her side. Her flesh began to shiver with the contact and he lowered his lips to hers.

He played with her hair as he kissed her gently; wanting to go slow this time and enjoy every sensation she had to offer. He wanted her to experience his love making in a slow assault on her senses.

Slowly he began to trail kisses from her mouth to her neck, nipping and licking as he went. He made his way across her shoulders and felt her breath hitch as his tongue left a wet trail down to her breast.

He enveloped her nipple into his mouth and circled the nub with his tongue while he reached up with his other hand and gently pinched the other. Sara arched into his touch and felt heat pooling at her core.

Grissom released the nub in his mouth and moved to the other while his hand began to trail down her stomach and to her core. He sucked the nub in his mouth at the same time he pushed a finger in her folds.

Sara sucked in a breath and moved under her probing fingers. He began to kiss his way down, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When he reached her clit he began to give it the same attentions he had been giving her nipples just moments before.

Sara moaned out as he set a steady rhythm between tongue and touch. Sara's walls began to contract and Grissom gave her clit one last lingering tug before making his was back up to claim her mouth in a searing kiss.

Sara could taste herself on him and delighted in it. She lifted a leg and wrapped it around his waist, drawing him in as close as she could. He got the hint and entered her quickly, causing her to gasp with the action.

Their breaths and heartbeats came as one as the rhythm was set. They took their time, making love slowly, and it was making love. This was not sex, not even close. A slow dance was taking place between the two and they reveled in it.

Grissom made one long gentle thrust after another into Sara and she matched him beat for beat. They were losing themselves in the music they were creating, moving to a rhythm only they could follow.

Grissom could feel her closing in on euphoria and he was right behind her. Picking up the pace just enough to push them both over the edge as they each whispered their names out. Just like the lovemaking was slow, low voices were all that was needed to convey what they were both feeling.

The room gradually became quiet as the two of them curled together in bed, the glow of love surrounding them like an invisible shield. Grissom wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close, breathing in her distinctive scent.

No words were needed as they began to fall asleep, each confident in the love they had shown each other. He kissed her gently on the nape of the neck and she smiled right before the two of them fell into the most restful sleep either of them had had in a long time.