Big thanks to my good friend Nic :).. She Beta'd for me! Pretty much written for her as well... but anyway...

For all those GSR fans who need something after the Season 10.04 episode ''Coup de Grace'' - my take on what happened in Paris WAHEY!

''Do you trust me?"

Remembering the words from nearly 3 years ago, he smiled, and brought his voice down to a growl.

"Intimately."

He was enchanted by her, and that question came as a shock, but he couldn't help it, but the thrill of her shaving him again made everything about them more erotic.

She'd just finished wiping the lather on the towel and took a warm towel to finish wiping off the excess cream. As she smoothed the cool lotion on his face, he opened his eyes to be greeted with her heated gaze. He lifted his hand to his face, it'd never been this smooth...those razors he bought could never give him a finish like this.

"Did I do okay?"

"More than okay..." He whispered softly as he grabbed her hands softly and pulled her closer to him.

She moved her hands to his face. He loved the feel of her hands as they moved over his skin, mapping the shape of him with a barely restrained passion, as if she was devouring him with her touch. He lowered his head, brushing his cheek against hers, delighting in the shiver that traveled through her at the press of his skin against hers.

The scent of him went straight to her head, filling her with something she had never known before. Her hands slid against the soft, warm cotton of his t-shirt as she tingled with desire . The world began to fade away as his hands slowly made their way down to her hips and her eyes drifted closed.

He pushed the dark fabric of her jacket over her shoulders and down her arms, revealing a delicious expanse of bare skin underneath. His hands moved back up her sides and covered her breasts as his thumbs circled her nipples. The skin tightened, and he slid his palms across the hardened peaks.

She whimpered at his touch, at the way he knew her, inside and out. She had been away for a little over 2 weeks but he hadn't forgotten a single thing about her.

Moving his eyes, he looked at her with a passion, "I want to make love to you."

The husky sound of his voice made her heart skip a beat; she felt his words deep in her soul. She cupped his cheek with her hand, looking into his eyes and the love she saw echoed in her heart as she brought her lips to his.

Her mouth was hot and wet. He wished he could explain it, put it into words the things he felt for her, but the way he loved her seemed to defy any explanation.

He pushed her back against the wall, his kisses were full of a passion she had never felt before. Groaning as his tongue found hers, she wondered where he had found this blinding intensity. She wanted to get lost in it. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer to her.

He moved his hands slowly down her arms before slipping a hand between her legs and gently pressing her core. She let out a moan, relishing in the sensations he was creating. She rocked against him. and with a cry, she felt her release come rushing forward, stiffening her body for a moment as a flood of sensations rolled over her.

They stood for a moment, just breathing. His eyes found hers and he heard each hitch in her own breath as it mingled with his soft and steady breath. She could feel her heart racing.

They slowly made their way through to the bedroom, both knowing that this wasn't over. She turned in his arms, looking up into his eyes, and yet again she could see the passion eminating from them. She started to move her hands underneath his t-shirt, working her way up slowly to his nipples, she started rubbing her thumb over one of the hardened peaks. He moaned before taking her mouth to his.

He moved to pull at her top and lifted it over her head, flinging it to the ground beside them. He moved back and slowly pulled her pants down and she slid out of them easily. He traced his fingers over the smooth curve of her hip, drawing his touch across her stomach, before moving and pressing kisses along the same path.

She sat on the bed, facing him. She put her hands against his chest and worked his t-shirt over his head to reveal his smooth, muscular chest. She unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them – along with his boxers – to the floor. He straddled her and pressed her down to the bed. Finally they were skin-to-skin.

She framed his face with her hands and pressed her lips to his. The way his mouth moved against the hollow of her throat, the kisses he pressed behind her ear made her go weak, and if she hadnt been lying down she surely would have fallen.

''I need you now'' His touches had been enough to set her on fire, but all she could think of right now was how much she wanted him inside her, filling her with the passion she had seen in his eyes for the past half hour.

He moved so that he was no longer straddling her but inbetween her legs. Moving up to kiss her as he entered her. She couldn't hold back the moan that came from deep within her. The vibrations of her moan had tickled his lips, causing him to tighten his hold on her. He moved in and out of her at a leisurely pace, keeping his hands on her face, stroking her cheeks with every thrust. Her moans were becoming more pronounced, and he couldn't help but thrust a little harder and a little faster.

Before he knew what happened she had flipped them both so she was on top. Moving her hads to stroke his cheek, she kissed him again and again, losing herself in the feel of his tongue against hers, losing herself in the feeling of him as she moved against him, grinding herself down on his hard length, pleasure was vibrating through her body. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head, as she rocked against him. His fingers dug into her hips, and she quickened her pace pushing against the headboard and began taking him deeper.

His hands were moving everywhere, tracing the long lines of her as she moved against him. Her moans were like music to him as his thumb found her center. Looking up at her the brightness in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, the way her hair curled around her face; it was absolute perfection to him and his love for her multiplied, filling him in ways he never thought possible.

She sensed her own orgasm building inside of her from the steady press of him, but she wanted to watch him as he spent himself inside of her. ''I want to feel you, baby. Please''. Hearing her plea he choked back a cry, and he felt the thin veil of control begin to slip away as he felt her tighten around him, and with a hoarse whisper of her name, he gave himself to her. She felt the thick heat of him surge inside of her and she murmured his name softly. His whole body vibrated beneath her, and she watched him through half closed eyes before succumbing to her own need.

She fell forward, resting her head on his shoulder, letting the whole of him seep into her. She felt his fingers trace the length of her spine, He kissed her lightly on the forehead as she slid off of him, her head coming to rest on the pillow beside him. His eyes slowly opened at the feel of her gaze, and she smiled, brushing the soft skin of his cheek with the tips of her fingers. Capturing her hand in his own, he played with her ring, and brought it up to his lips, kissing it, before twining his fingers with hers and whispered "I love you, Mrs Grissom" A smile touched her lips. "I love you too." Sara pressed a kiss to the palm of Grissom's hand and settled into his side.

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Honor xx