Sara hastened home after leaving Grissom�s office. She had so much she needed to do; she wanted to be desirable for their first time. Maybe desirable wasn�t the right word. She could tell Grissom desired her. It was quite obvious in their close embrace. What she really wanted was to be everything he dreamed of and more. She didn�t want him to have any reason to question his decision to be with her. She knew he had doubts. Why else had he held back for so long? She just didn�t want those doubts to be compounded by disappointment in her as a woman.
She headed to the bathroom immediately after arriving home and pulled out the expensive body wash Catherine had given her for her birthday. The gift had surprised her, particularly since she and Catherine had never exchanged gifts before. Sara assumed it was some type of peace offering after the heated exchange that had resulted in Sara�s suspension. Sara showed appropriate thanks � and put it away in a drawer. It wasn�t what she normally used and she remembered thinking at the time that it would just be stored until she needed it for a special occasion.
How much more special an occasion could there be?
After a quick shower, Sara put some toiletries and a change of clothes into her overnight bag. As a last-minute thought, Sara picked up the newest Forensics Journal from her mail stand and put it in her bag. Grissom talked pensively about reading the journals with her. Although she trusted that it wouldn�t be tonight, she wanted him to know that she had been listening to him and what he said he wanted from their relationship.
On her drive over, Sara thought about protection. She hadn�t been on the pill in years. No need. If Grissom was half as anxious as she was, he may not have thought about precautions either.
Sara pulled into the first drug store she saw. She was amazed at the variety. Male condoms, female condoms, and a contraceptive sponge were laid out before her. She was pretty certain that Grissom would want to be in control of this so she gravitated to the male condoms. But even there, the variety was phenomenal. She opted for a well-known brand with few enhancements. After tonight, she hoped her knowledge of Grissom�s preference in this area would be sufficiently augmented.
Sara pulled into the visitor�s parking area in front of Grissom�s townhouse. She had been here during the Strip Strangler case, but not since. She wondered how much it might have changed in the four ensuing years. 5
As she reached his door, Sara found she was shaking. Why was she so nervous? Hadn�t Grissom declared his love and the desire to share his life with her not two hours ago? She raised her trembling hand to the door and knocked. No answer.
Sara looked out into the lot for Grissom�s car. There it was, at the end. Why didn�t he open the door? Was her knock too soft? Should she knock again? Or was he having second thoughts?
Sara thought back to the kiss in Grissom�s office. She flushed at the memory. No, she was pretty certain he wasn�t having second thoughts. Sara knocked again, harder this time.
In seconds, the door swung open. Grissom�s hair was damp and he was shoeless. His fresh shirt was partially tucked into his jeans and he was out of breath. �I�m sorry. I was just getting dressed. It took me longer at the drug store than I thought.�
�Drug store?� Sara questioned.
Grissom blushed and stammered, �I wasn�t prepared�you implied�I thought�� He finally gave up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom. Sara noted that it was the same brand that she had selected, though a different color. �But we don�t have to do anything with these. I�m content to just spend time with you.�
Smiling, she pulled her purchase from the bag and showed Grissom. His discomfort dissolved.
�I�m glad to see we�re on the same wavelength.� More comfortable now, Grissom attempted to make Sara comfortable as well. �Can I get you something to drink? I also bought a bottle of wine, but I�m afraid it�s not chilled yet.�
�Water would be fine. We can have the wine later.� Sara looked around the townhouse as Grissom got a bottle of water from his refrigerator. It looked pretty much the same as it had four years ago. Returning to her side, Grissom moved to hand the bottle of water to Sara. She still held her overnight bag and drug store purchase and shifted the items to take the water.
Embarrassed at being a lax host, Grissom took her bag. �Why don�t we put these in here,� he said as he walked into the bedroom. �If you need anything from your bag, you�ll know where it is.� Sara followed Grissom into the room.
The sight that greeted her made her heart skip a beat.
The room was full of at least four bouquets of flowers placed throughout the room - on the chest of drawers, the dressing table, the window ledge and the night stand. Around each bouquet were groupings of candles, softly illuminating the room. In addition, on one nightstand was a flowering cactus, similar to the one Sara had pointed out at the zoo as one of her favorites. She was quite moved that Grissom had remembered. It appeared that Grissom was also the romantic.
On the same stand as the cactus, Sara noticed the exact journal that she had put in her bag. She reached for the bag, which Grissom had placed on a chair, opened it, and pulled out the magazine. �It looks like we�re on the same wavelength again.� They laughed together.
Looking around the room and waving with her hand, Sara exclaimed, �Grissom, this is�amazing!�
�I was afraid it might be�cheesy.�
Sara looked at Grissom, doubtful. �Really?�
Grissom looked around the room. �Actually, I kind of like it.� He gave a shy smile and shrugged.
Sara smiled. �We�re on the same wavelength, remember? Why should this be any different?�
Grissom�s smile widened. Looking deeply into Sara�s eyes, his smile was replaced by a countenance of hungry desire. Raising his right hand to her cheek, he cupped her face in his hand and kissed her gently. Pulling away slightly, he looked into her eyes to see her response. His hand dropped from her face and he took the water from her hand, placing it on the nightstand. He put his arms around her waist and took her into a firm embrace. Sara raised her arms and entwined them around his neck as Grissom�s lips found hers.
Their tongues danced for awhile, exploring the newness of each other. The gap in Sara�s teeth was of particular interest to Grissom. Sara�s tongue was just as eager. It was a heady experience. But soon, it wasn�t enough.
Grissom�s mouth moved to Sara�s ear, sucking it and flicking his tongue along her lobe, driving Sara�s excitement to another level. She began pulling the half-tucked shirt from his pants and up toward his head. Grissom stopped long enough for her to get it over his head, then moved his oral exploration to her other ear.
Sara dragged her fingernails gently through the sparse hair on Grissom�s chest. His tongue stopped as he took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of Sara�s nails grazing his nipples. After a few strokes, he took her hands and looked deeply into her eyes. �It�s been a long time for me, Sara. And you are so�.enticing. If you keep that up, I won�t make it.�
�But I want to give you the same pleasure you�re giving me.�
Grissom�s eyes smoldered. �We�ll take hours exploring later. For now, I need to concentrate on you. Don�t distract me.� Sara tried to argue, but Grissom silenced her with his mouth. When they came up for air, she protested. �Grissom, please. We�ve waited for years for this moment and it�s finally time. I want to touch you as much as you do me.�
Grissom sighed. �Sara, this will be our first time. I want to please you and to do that properly, I need time.�
�I want to please you, too.� Sara�s voice was husky with passion.
�Sara, men are pleased much more easily than woman. I�m not some young stud, nor a mature Casanova. But I am experienced enough to know�� he hesitated, trying to find the right words. ��you�re not ready yet. Let me� prepare you.� Grissom said this with such conviction, Sara decided against further argument.
Grissom eased Sara onto the bed, plumping the pillows for her. Before lying back, she lifted her t-shirt over her head and threw it toward her bag. Grissom smiled when he saw that she had not worn a bra. When he was satisfied that she was comfortable, he sat next to her, his eyes searching hers. He trailed his finger along Sara�s jaw, letting it drop lower. He mimicked Sara�s earlier actions, trailing his very short nails along her chest and nipples causing Sara to arch her back. His fingers went lower, making small circles on her abdomen. Sara gasped. Grissom lowered his head and began sucking her right nipple, hands encircling the base of her breast, squeezing gently as he suckled. His beard scratched against her sensitive skin. She reveled in the contrasting sensations. She reached for his head and began running her fingers through his hair. Grissom moved to the other breast and Sara moaned her approval.
Discontinuing his oral ministration of her breasts, Grissom�s hands slowly moved down Sara�s body, gliding down her hips, taking her jeans and panties with them. The angle of their bodies did not allow for a seamless process, so Grissom rose to gently remove the garments. Sara felt the loss of his warmth and longed for him to touch her again.
But Grissom stood still, taking a long appreciative look that encompassed her from head to foot. Sara sensed no disappointment from him, as she had originally feared. On the contrary, untainted awe was evident on Grissom�s face. Although naked, Sara felt warmth spread over her, different from the warmth of passion she was already experiencing. Part of her wanted to shield herself from his intense gaze. Another part wanted to open up for him completely.
Grissom moved to the foot of the bed. Curious about the tattoo on her ankle, he ran his finger over it gently. He reached his hands out and moved them over her feet, barely touching them. His hands continued upward, touching ever so lightly, over her shins, knees, thighs. As he slowly moved higher, he inched his body up as well. Soon, he kneeled on the bed at Sara�s hips, continuing to move his hands lightly over her lower extremities.
Now concentrating on her thighs, he moved his hands in soft circles, small at first, but gradually widening until his fingers were brushing her mons veneris. With gentle pressure, he urged her legs open, allowing him easier access to her inner thighs.
The circling motion continued, now brushing her pubic hairs purposefully. The slight movement was more stimulating than Sara could have imagined. She wanted him. Badly.
As she opened her mouth to suggest more aggressive action, Grissom�s fingers began gently probing Sara�s vulva. A gasp escaped her lips. Fingers gently massaged her labia, spreading her natural lubricating moisture. Both of his hands were put into play, spreading her folds to ensure no area was neglected. A finger dipped inside her, seeking more areas to delight. A second one joined the first, both quickly becoming drenched with more juices to spread over her now exposed areas. Sara moaned in ecstasy.
Nearing climax, she raised herself and awkwardly reached for the zipper of Grissom�s pants, which were strained by his erection. She needed to slow this down a little bit because she didn�t want to come without him. Not their first time. Assured that Sara was adequately stimulated, Grissom moved so that Sara could better reach his pants. Carefully, Sara moved the zipper down and unbuttoned his pants as she looked into Grissom�s eyes. He moved off the bed and lowered his pants, stepping out of them and standing naked before her.
Sara�s mouth opened in awe. She was not a virgin and had experienced her share of physical encounters with men. But her experiences had never been so�expansive. Grissom�s insistence on her readiness was now appreciated to its fullest.
Seeing her expression Grissom assured her, �We�ll go slowly. You�re in control. I�ll stop at your word. I�d never hurt you, Sara,� Grissom said with tenderness.
Sara nodded and lay back. Grissom reached for the package he had earlier laid on the nightstand. Opening the condom, he rolled it onto his penis, moved to the end of the bed and climbed on. As Grissom moved toward her, Sara spread her legs to accommodate him. He took his penis into his hand and put the tip at Sara�s opening, moving it in slow circles with a hint of pressure, stimulating her while also ensuring the tip was moistened with her juices. With slightly more pressure, he eased two inches into her and stopped, checking her response. He pulled out just a fraction, then pushed gently a few inches more. Breathing heavy, Sara spread her legs wider, encouraging him further. He pushed a few inches more, then out slightly again. Beads were standing out on his forehead. He was fighting hard to keep control. How much more could he take?
How much could she take? She was not sure how much of him she could encompass comfortably. Seeing his efforts at self-control and his willingness to go slowly this first time made her love him all the more. He pushed a little more this time, and with the next gentle thrust, was fully sheathed in her. He was still for a moment, allowing Sara to adjust to him fully inside her.
Very slowly, he began a slow, gentle rhythm, pulling out only a few inches at a time. Soon, each thrust was getting longer. Shortly after, he quickened the pace. Sara soon was on the verge of an orgasm. Sensing this, Grissom cried out and thrust hard, sending Sara over the edge, into wave after wave of pleasure. He followed almost immediately afterward, as if the only thing he�d been waiting on was her.
Grissom collapsed on top of her, his weight taking a bit of Sara�s breath. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them slightly to relieve the pressure on her chest. They lay joined together, holding each other, as their breathing slowed. After what seemed like several minutes, he moved to withdraw. But Sara held him tight. �I love the feel of you in me.�
Grissom kissed Sara deeply. �I love it, too. But we�re risking a condom accident if we wait much longer.�
Regretfully, Sara released Grissom. He withdrew, removed the condom, and lay next to her, his head on her shoulder and his arm across her stomach. He spoke softly. �I�m surprised you were satisfied so quickly.�
�Why? Your skill at foreplay is amazing. Besides, it�s probably been every bit as long for me as it has for you.� A sudden thought came to Sara. �You don�t think I faked it, do you?�
Grissom didn�t move. �It�s not unheard of.�
Sara sat up abruptly, causing Grissom�s head to flop on the bed. Stunned, he sat up as well, a little apprehensive. Sara regretted her quick reaction and took a deep breath. She took his hands in hers.
�I understand that some women feel the need to fake an orgasm to ensure that their lovers feel confident. To make them feel more masculine or in control. I�m sure it seems like the right thing for them to do at the time. But for me, faking an orgasm is like lying.
�I�ve never lied to you. I never plan on lying to you. You don�t need that. If this was any indication,� Sara indicated the bed with a sweep of her hand, �I doubt if it�s ever been a problem for you. I don�t think lack of satisfaction is ever going to be an issue for us. But if you don�t satisfy me, you�ll know it. And I�ll expect the same from you.�
�That said, you also need to understand that sex for most women is not about the orgasm. Well, that�s not completely true. We want an orgasm. If we never had one, we�d be � well, dissatisfied. But it�s not the ultimate goal. It�s more about being as close as we can be to the people we love. To be one with them.�
�My goal is to be with you in the most intimate way possible. To give of myself in ways I�ve never given anyone. To accept your love unconditionally. If I climax, great. If not, I�m still content, just being as close as I can be to you. Being part of you. And you being part of me.�
Grissom took his hands from Sara�s and held her face. He kissed her long and deep.
�I love you, Sara Sidle.�
�I love you, Gil Grissom.� Sara stifled a yawn. �Shall we move onto the next item on your list of wants? I�m ready to head to slumber land.�
Grissom rearranged the pillows and sheets and waited for Sara to lay down before covering them both with the blankets. He lay back and waited for her to snuggle into the crook of his shoulder, where they both dozed off in contentment.