"Grissom and I take canoe trips. We went looking for bugs in a canoe on our honeymoon." *cough cough... Rolls eyes* Sure they were bug hunting!

This is my 'M' rated version of 'the bug/canoe honeymoon' ... Sorry its not the best... But I have had MAJOR writer's block... I ended up starting to write this on the bus journey home from college tonight... which was pretty comical considering we had to take a different route and I was being bounced about like crazy in the seat haha... the ending is pretty balls but meh! I'm getting tired LOL.. and that says something for me.. I'm never tired... hahaha

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Disclaimer - Nothing is mine.. except the ideas... tehe!

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"Sara, how would you like to go and hunt for some bugs on the river." He whispered into her ear. Her eyebrow shot up as she looked around the table of well established professors and marine biologists that were sitting there. She was surprised he had asked, and even more shocked at herself that she accepted. She didn't normally accept when they were sitting with the others.

Together they leave the table, walking hand in hand towards the docks. They walked silently listening to the noises of the rain forest around them. He helped her onto the small canoe and got in himself, facing opposite her. "Ready." He asked. She nodded and smiled at him. Once out on the water, she could feel the peace and the tranquility. Sitting on her side of the canoe she looked up watching the sky through the trees.

They reached a secluded spot. The same secluded spot they had been using since they arrived at their camp. Only this time it would be different. This time it wad as husband and wife. He flung the rope up onto the banking catching it on a tree branch, getting out and tying it round and getting back into the canoe. He captured her gaze and held it as he sat down next to her. He gently turns her face to his, making her look at him. He wraps his arms around her drawing her into an embrace. She burrowed deeper, laying her head on his chest, taking in the essence of his familiar scent.

As the boat gently rocked and they sat in silence. The insects buzzing around them. Grissom pointing some out every now and again. They both became aware of the chill in the air and they tremble slightly.

"You're cold," he whispers and reached for the jacket he had stashed there when he planned the trip. Wrapping the jacket around her shoulders his arm accidentally brushing against her breast. She felt a jolt of awareness and sucked in air hoping he didn't notice her response. Even though this wasn't new to them, she still felt jolts of passion fill her whenever her touched her. She knew however that he did notice her response, the look in his eye when he caught her gaze was like looking in the mirror, he obviously felt the same way. Without taking his eyes off of hers, he slowly leans towards her, his lips touching hers softly. He moves away again quickly, trying to gage her reaction before coming together again quickly, hungrily, almost like 2 people who realise at the very same moment that the passion between them cannot be denied, no matter where they are. Sara wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, the canoe rocks slightly as the overpowering need for them to be closer becomes ever more present.

As he deepens the kiss, she moves her hands down his back, untugging his shirt from his pants before putting her hands under feeling the muscles of his back underneath her fingertips. The awkwardness of their sitting positions makes her strain to be close to him, wanting to be touch him. His lips leave hers as he breathlessly continues his assault on her by leaving a trail of soft kisses down the side of her throat, the feeling causing her to arch her back, giving him better access to her breasts. He growled slightly as he popped the button at the top of her shirt, revealing her hardened breasts which begged to be touched. Kissing the top of them while undoing the remaining buttons. Its too much for her as she practically rips her shirt off her body and reached round, undoing the bra clasp and letting it drop to the ground. He swallows, watching them bounce free from the confines, through half closed eyes.

She moves herself to sit on his lap feeling his erection as she pulls his shirt and t-shirt up over his head. Their heads meet again in a blinding passionate kiss. His hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts, his finger running over the hardened nub, causing shivers to run through her body and for her to moan against his mouth. He breaks the kiss and moves down slowly taking her nipple into his mouth, gently biting and nipping, causing her to cry out with desire. She began to rub herself against him, this causing him to groan against her breast and nip it harder.

Sara moves her hands downwards and unbuckles the belt on his jeans before standing up and unbuttoning her own. The canoe wobbled slightly as he stood up and joined her. Her hands moved to him again as she stripped him of his clothes and pushed him back down on the seat, positioning the jacket she had worn earlier underneath as a cushion. She pulls off her pants along with her underwear leaving her standing naked in the moonlight.

He suddenly reaches for her, and twists them quickly so that shes the one sitting on the edge of the seat. Theres a creak suddenly, but they aren't paying attention, their focus is on each other. He leans over and whispers in her ear. "Well Mrs Grissom. This is all about you." He takes her mouth with his as he rests on his knees between her legs, spreading them slightly and lining himself up with her entrance. He thrust into her hard, causing her legs to jerk. One foot hit the side of the canoe, going right through the wooden structure, their moans were muffled with laughter as their canoe filled with water.

"Only you could do that." he chuckled as it began to fill a little with water. "Thats cold ya know." He said as he moved them both, not caring about the water. Her hips thrust toward him and her hands made their way to his butt, pulling him in deeper. He buries himself into her, feeling her legs wrap around his waist, her body moving against his. Bringing him closer to orgasm.

She felt something cold hit her butt. "I understand what you mean about the water being cold." She mumbled into his neck as she moved against him again. Her moist heat mixing with the cold air and the cold water is almost too much for his body to cope with. His hard thrusts were being returned, the water hitting her engorged clit made her body clench against him as her release begins to build. Her moans getting louder and louder, they were both thrusting furiously. Both screaming each others name into the darkness. With one final thrust he explodes into her, feeling her orgasm wash over him, both breathless with the sensations being caused by the rocking of the canoe and from their lovemaking.

"God Sara." Grissom mumbled into her neck as he collapsed on top of her, splashing water all around them. "That was amazing."

"I think whats more amazing is the fact that we didn't sink." Sara mumbles back before giggling slightly.

"Canoes are made with flotation devices on each end, that pretty much stops us from sinking." Grissom stated matter-of-factly.

"Well then, Mr know-it-all. How do you expect us to get back to camp without being spotted." She grinned at him when his eyes went wide, then frowned when they became playful.

"I say we streak." He said watching the look in her eyes. He knew she was shocked. "Either that or we get leaves and pretend that we are Adam and Eve and get leaves." He chuckled at this as Sara joined in. They sat there giggling into the night, not caring that they were becoming prunes by lying in the flooded canoe. They were happy to be with each other and each promised never to tell Greg of this moment.

What did you think? Pants or not..

Honor x