Big thanks to hodiestoe for beta'ing the first draft of this chapter. You helped me figure of what was wrong, and for that, I'm truly thankful.

She knocked on his door gingerly, and almost fainted with lust when it opened. He stood before her, glasses on, wearing a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, light blue tie and black trousers. "Court appearance?" she croaked weakly. He smiled and nodded. How fortuitous."

"Very," he agreed, raising an eyebrow and standing back and allowing her through. Deliberately, she brushed close past him, the static between them almost audible. "Go straight through to the bedroom," he growled. "I'll be with you in a minute. Oh, and divest yourself of any extraneous items of clothing," he added.

Grissom sighed harshly when he stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching the figure sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed watching him. She sat there, pouting and smouldering in her lingerie, the stockings accentuating her long legs.

"You wore your court attire on purpose, didn't you?" she accused, eyes narrow in humour.

He approached her slowly, and shrugged. "I just wanted to do to you what you do to me," he said softly. Sara stood and met him halfway between the bed and the door, and she melted into his big hands. They kissed slowly, shyly at first, and then Gil felt her tongue slide across his bottom lip, and he opened up fully, allowing his tongue to converse with hers. She groaned gently, and he guided her back towards the bed. He pulled away from her demanding mouth, and took a breath. "Protection is handled, I got a box of condoms today, and put three of them under the pillow. You ready for this tonight?" he asked seriously. She nodded. "Good. Let's just take our time, get used to each other. Okay?" Again, she nodded, and grasped his tie, pulling him on top of her. Slowly, he lowered himself down on her, arms braced on either side of her shoulders. One hand slid up from her waist to graze her bra-clad breast, and he could feel her react under his touch. He smiled tenderly, and tweaked her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He kissed her again, and the hand on her chest slid down to between her things, touching the flesh between the garter belt and stocking.

She bucked under him, and sighed. "Sorry," she breathed. "Just a bit jumpy."

Grissom leaned back and looked at her. "That's what this is for," he said, brushing it aside. His index and middle fingers crept up slowly, to the waistband of her thong, and pulled it down, trembling a bit. Sara took his hand, forcing him to look at her.

"You okay?"

Grissom exhaled through his lips. "Yeah. Feeling a bit nervous, that's all." He controlled his shaking fingers and finished pulling down the thong, slipping one, then the other finger inside her. She sighed audibly, and writhed against him, then felt her cheek being touched by his other hand. "Don't close your eyes, please?" he asked uncertainly. Her eyelids fluttered, exposing her to his blue gaze. He began to kiss her, the press of lips matching the thrust of his fingers, and it wasn't long before it was too much for her to be able to hold in.

"Is ... this why ... you wanted to know ...?" She couldn't finish her sentence, as it coincided with her climax, but he pre-empted her.

"If you were multi-orgasmic? Yeah," he gasped.

She released the grip on his shirt and slumped back against the pillows. "My turn," she said, struggling for air. Oxygenated once more, she sat up, pushing Gil on to his knees. She kissed him slowly, discarding his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, smoothing the cotton over his broad shoulders. He shivered under her touch, her fingers exploring his surprisingly firm muscles. She trailed her hands over his pecs, allowing them to settle on his zipper, and she smiled briefly upon seeing him swallow, with great difficulty.

Gil was no stranger to receiving this sort of act, but the way her mouth and tongue danced over him and his most intimate body parts, he forced himself to be less clinical. This wasn't a blowjob. This was the most exquisite suction he'd ever experienced. He tried to hold off from coming, thinking it would be rude, but she pulled away, squeezing his thigh.

"You okay? How come you're not ...?"

He winced, and stammered an explanation to her. "I-I-I-It would be rude of me."

She dipped her head and let out a gusty laugh. which blew across him. "But it's not rude of me? Come on, I don't mind." She continued her ministrations, sighing happily as he finally allowed himself to come.

An hour later, and they had more than relaxed. Now they were becoming accustomed to each other's touch, laying and stroking and fondling and kissing each other. Sara still had on the lingerie, and Gil was just in his boxers now. He kissed his way down her body, one hand deftly undoing the clasp on her bra, and he suckled her breasts, his beard tickling the sensitive skin.

"Mmm," she groaned.

"Mmm, indeed," he replied. "Do you like your lingerie?" he asked, his voice vibrating against her.

"Yeah," she gulped as she felt his lips and tongue trail down her stomach. Tenderly, he slipped his fingers, again, under the waistband of the thong, and pulled it along her hips, one hand and his tongue taking up position. She, once again, writhed against him, grinding on his mouth. "Oh, God, Gil," she muttered as she felt his tongue probe and his thumb rub against her.

He rumbled, sending beautiful sensations through her body. She arched against him, and his hands held her hips in place. "You're very hypersensitive," he gasped in wonder and reverence as his tongue darted in and out.

"Oh, God, I-I-I think I'm c-coming," she moaned as she felt herself gush. She had an urge to scream out loud and did so, filling Grissom with a sense of achievement. He licked her clean, and then crawled his way up her body. He propped himself up on his forearms and smiled down on Sara. "You okay, honey?"

"Well," she considered, "I thought I'd had an orgasm before I met you, but that was something else. Twice. Secondly, it's the first time I've had the pleasure of having you pleasure me, and vice versa. And I've discovered that you make me multi-orgasmic. And you haven't even entered me properly. I'm great." She caressed his bearded cheeks, and pulled him down for a kiss. "You ready?" she asked.

He nodded, and reached under the pillow for one of the condoms they had stashed within easy access for all eventualities. He handed her the foil, and avoided her gaze, blushing slightly. "Would you?" he asked tenderly. He rolled his boxers down, and exposed an erection even more impressive than the one she had seen an hour previous. He was well­­-hung, and for a moment, she was worried he might be too big for her.

The way he asked her almost broke his heart, and for a second, she saw Gil Grissom as he would have been when he lost his virginity - not strong, or confident between her legs, but unsure, shy, nervous - he wanted to do the right thing, the thing that would result in an explosive orgasm for both of them. She smiled warmly at him, stroking his cheek one last time, and took the foil package from him, their fingers brushing. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him swallow as she unwrapped the condom and slipped it over him. He groaned softly, and grabbed her wrist, pushing her hand back to his straining erection.

"Guide me in slowly," he instructed her. "I-I d-don't want to hurt you, I don't know if I'm too b-big," he stammered. He felt his latexed head press through her opening, and she shuddered beneath him as her hand guided him in slowly.

"Oooohhhhh," she moaned as he entered her fully. "So big," she whispered.

"Say the word and I'll pull out," he whispered in her ear.

"I'm fine, honey," she gasped, closing her eyes and grasping his back. "Oh, that feels good," she murmured.

He began moving in her slowly, tenderly, awaiting any sign that he was hurting her. He held her hips for a while, making sure that she would maintain their pace. When he was confident she could keep the pace, he removed his hands and cupped her cheek. "Open your eyes, honey," he pleaded again.

Her eyelids flickered, and kept his gaze in place. They kissed on and off, just moving against each other, their bodies providing a delicious friction. Then her legs tightened around him, and her eyes widened. "Harder," she whispered, and he nodded imperceptably. He jerked against her irregularly, trying to speed up the pace, but also trying to prevent an early orgasm. But she pulled him down further on her, and he writhed between her legs. She bit her lip, and then her mouth opened, and her eyes closed. "Oh God," she yelled.

Gil grunted and came in a spasm, collapsing on top of her. "Oh my God, Sara," he gasped, his chest heaving. Noting that he was probably crushing her, he lifted himself up gently and rolled off her, removing his latex sheath and tying a knot in it, dropping it on his bedside table. He turned back to her and pulled her into his arms. "You okay?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Better than okay," she confirmed. "You?"

"Mmmm," he groaned in agreement. "Love you," he added.

"Love you too."

"You hungry?"

"My appetite's sated," she replied, grinning against his chest.

"That's not what I meant." His hand ran up and down her spine, shaking uncontrollably with nerves.

"I know, I know. I'm tired, I just wanna sleep."

When Grissom woke up, there was no body lying next to him - where Sara should have been, there was a vaguely cool space. Swinging his feet gingerly over the side of the bed, he reached for his boxers, and pulled them on.

When he opened the bedroom door, he could see Sara huddled up on the couch, wearing a robe - his robe. "Is everything okay?" he whispered, unwilling to disturb her.

She looked up at him, her eyes slightly red. "Yeah," she sighed.

He padded over to the couch, and sat down next to her, reaching over for her hand. "Did I hurt you?"

She smiled and squeezed his hand. "God, no. I ... memories, and stuff, you know?"

"Your father?" She nodded, and he pulled her up. "You wanna talk about it?"

She put her arms around him and held him tight. "No."

"Come back to bed and let me hold you, before you catch your death." He led to her back to his bedroom, wrapping her in his arms. "I love you, Sara."

"I know. Thank you."

"For what?" He buried his head in her hair.

"For making love to me. For being willing to give this a chance. For making me happy," she murmured against his chest.

"You're welcome. I guess I should thank you for the same thing. You know somethin'?"


"This isn't as hard as I thought it would be. I think we've gotten over the hard part."

"I wouldn't be so sure, Gil, but I guess you're right in that this wasn't as hard as it could have been." She tightened her arms around him.

"You sure you don't wanna talk?" he asked.

"Positive, Gil. Just hold me, and I'll be fine."

"You got it honey."


Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, including my ever-faithful - odeepblue, lisa1986 and jtbwriter. Also to hodiestoe, for confirming what I believed in the first place, especially for the last two chapters. You guys rock!