| Just like before. His hands were soft, just like in the park after the symphony, his voice insistant, his scent intoxicating. My body was shaking and I knew atleast a minute ago I had stopped breathing. 'How long does it take to die from lack of air?' a baser part of my brain thought. "Gil..." I whispered, reaching a hand to touch his. 'Look into my eyes. See that I want you. See that I don't care how old you are, how cold you seem. I know you're not. Please...' The distance between us closed and his lips met mine, gentle, pleading. The kiss was everything that had haunted me for the last six months and more. Chaste, but heated, we stood, locked until he pulled away. "Understand me..." he begged, holding me close to his body, his scent washing over me, skin burning. I met his eyes, so vunerable, so needly, and smiled, truely smiled and stroked a line down the side of his hip. "I take a fair bit of understanding too..." I answered and kissed him just as gently as before. Grissom's arms encircled my waist, never too tight, but secure enough that I felt safe. And loved. My body tempature spiked and I inhaled, pulling back from him. "I...um," I started and bowed my head, blushing. "It seems that nature is taking hold of my body and brain...I gotta go..." A smile. "There's no class tomorrow. And...nature hasn't just taken you either," he said softly, voice thick, lust ladden. Strong hands molded my body through the flimsy material of my dress and I exhaled, licking my lips. My own hands were busy too, stoking his inner fires that I knew burned so bright it could consume us both. "Please...don't leave..." 'He...wants me?' I stared in shock. 'God...' Grissom's eyes burned into me and I nodded, knowing what was to come. "Where too?" Next |