Sara was in his arms, where she had been hundreds of times before. She felt herself beginning to awaken. And, as the other hundred times before, she tried to hold on to the dream, to evade wakefulness in order to enjoy the fantasy for just a little while longer.
But, unlike before, she still felt the arms around her as consciousness crept in. Her eyes slowly opened to see Grissom watching her contentedly. She felt one of his arms move from her back and reach around to her forehead, pushing hair from her sleepy eyes. A smile spread across her face as her heart began pounding with the realization that this was not a dream.
�Good morning. How are you feeling?� Grissom asked.
�I�ve never felt happier in my life,� she responded spontaneously.
�Me, either,� he grinned. �I don�t think I ever want to get up from this bed. Do they deliver take out food to bedrooms?�
Sara laughed and rolled out of his arms. �Probably. But the bathroom won�t come to us.� She continued the roll out of bed and dashed naked for the bathroom. When she was nearly finished emptying her bladder, the door opened and Grissom stood watching her, an erection well ahead of him.
Sara was mortified. She considered relieving oneself something very personal and private. She grabbed a towel off the rack and covered herself.
Grissom burst out laughing. �Sara, I think after last night, that towel is pretty unnecessary.� He stopped laughing when he realized how uncomfortable Sara was. �Sara, what�s wrong?�
�I don�t want you to see me peeing, Grissom. It�s so�vulgar.� Sara continued to hold the towel across her chest.
Grissom stood for a moment, conflicted, unsure as to what he should do. Slowly, he moved toward Sara and knelt down next to her. He took one of her hands into his and said, �You know, something that is vulgar is also common. Urinating is a common part of daily life. Something normal that is part of who we are as human beings. Just a few hours ago, you expressed a desire to be a part of me and me a part of you. Well, this is part of it. I want this part of you as well as the� other. I love all of you, Sara. Even when you pee.� He tipped up her chin to see her reaction and smiled. She returned his smile and let the towel slide from her lap as he kissed her gently.
�Now, hurry up, because I have to pee, too!� Laughing, Sara finished and went to the sink to wash her hands. Grissom raised the seat and looked questioningly at Sara. Soaping up her hands, Sara nodded, �You�re right. It�s part of who we are. If you don�t mind seeing me, I don�t mind seeing you.�
Sara had never actually watched a man urinate before and couldn�t help but giggle when Grissom had trouble with his aim. �Hey, between being full and having you around to�encourage him, Little Grissom seems to have a mind of his own.�
Sara only laughed harder. �You named it? I think we need to find a more accurate moniker.�
�Well, I�ve never had an occasion to refer to my penis in this context before. That was the first thing that came to mind.� Grissom finished, flushed and bumped Sara with his hip in an attempt to get at the sink. Sara moved over slightly, rinsing her hands as Grissom sudsed up his.
�Well, how about Goliath then?� Sara�s smirk was infectious.
�Not into subtlety, huh?� Grissom�s smirk matched Sara�s. �I don�t see a need to call it anything, other than �penis�� said Grissom with smug authority, as he rinsed his hands.
�Fine. But you started it,� declared Sara as she leaned in and kissed Grissom on the cheek. His hands still wet, Grissom turned and wrapped his arms around Sara, eliciting a squeal from her. His lips silenced her and she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. She could feel little Grissom come to attention again.
Breaking away, Sara suggested, �Let�s go back to bed.� Grissom nodded his assent and moved to lift Sara into his arms. Sara pulled away.
�You need to save your energy for other things,� she declared. She took Grissom�s hand and pulled him into the bedroom. She lay on the bed and patted the area beside her, inviting him to join her. But Grissom continued to stand, looking at Sara thoughtfully.
�What�s wrong?� she questioned.
�Remember last night, I promised that we would explore later?� Sara nodded, a wicked smile spreading across her face. �Well, I want to explore you. I want to know every part of you, every area of arousal, discomfort, pleasure, sensitivity. I want to be able to please you in every way possible.�
�Grissom, I think you proved last night that you know how to please me. It�s my turn to learn how to please you.�
Grissom took a deep breath. �Sara, my love, it takes very little to please me. Just being in the same room with you pleases me.� Sara opened her mouth to protest. Grissom held up his hand. �I know I�m being selfish. But I really want this. Let me get to know every inch of you. Let me please you like you�ve never been pleased before.�
Sara lay back on the pillows, the memory of how well Grissom could please her causing her to flush. She couldn�t imagine anything more intense.
Grissom climbed onto the bed at Sara�s side and looked at her as if trying to decide where to start. Sara had seen the same look on his face when tackling a large amount of evidence. The expression changed and Sara recognized the determined look that signified a plan had been devised.
Grissom got out of bed and went into the bathroom, returning with a bottle of baby oil and a towel. Sara briefly wondered why he owned a bottle of baby oil, before the question of what he was going to do with it overwhelmed her. Grissom climbed back on the bed at Sara�s shoulders. Laying the towel at his side, he put a very small amount of oil in the palm of his hand and began warming the oil by rubbing his hands together. When he felt it was sufficiently warm, he surprised Sara by gently massaging her face.
Beginning at her forehead, he gently worked the oil in with his fingers, moving in slow circles with gentle pressure. The circling hands moved down to her cheeks, his fingers spreading to encompass more skin surface. He delicately worked his thumbs around her nose and lips. Not an area of her face was neglected and when he had finished, Grissom took the towel and gently rubbed it over her face. The coarse towel contrasted with the feel of the smooth oil, creating a uniquely exotic experience. Sara was relaxed, yet found she was also aroused. Grissom was certainly full of surprises. Sara opened her eyes and hummed her satisfaction. Grissom smirked, acknowledging his success.
Grissom took up the oil and placed more in his hands, again warming it between his palms. He moved to Sara�s midsection. He gently worked the oil into her skin, moving gently down her upper chest, across her breasts to her stomach and up her sides. He then spent time on each area, paying careful attention to her nipples. His look of concentration was one Sara had seen for years each time he immersed himself in an experiment. His focus was intense. Sara wanted to be mad at being approached as an experiment to him but her body betrayed her. She moaned with pleasure. He perked up and she could see him mentally noting what had caused the reaction. She wanted to be upset. But she loved the fact that she was the focus of this experiment, that all of his attention was on her, on pleasuring her. And it felt so good.
Grissom took up the towel and gently wiped away the oil from her chest, stomach and sides. When he got to her breasts, he rubbed her nipples roughly with the towel, eliciting another moan. Grissom smirked again, making another mental note. Damn the man!
Grissom moved along the bed to Sara�s hips. He took up the oil again. Anticipating his next move, Sara spread her legs. Grissom smiled to himself and moved farther down her body, bypassing her silent invitation. Taking Sara�s right foot in his hands, he began massaging it. At first disappointed, small sounds of appreciation were soon escaping from Sara. Her eyes remained closed when Grissom moved up to her calf, deftly massaging out knots she didn�t know were there. The procedure was repeated on her left foot and calf with the same results. Somehow, Sara knew that the look of a hypothesis confirmed was on Grissom�s face.
Sara leisurely opened her eyes and saw Grissom put his oiled hands on her right thigh. He massaged deeply, moving from outside her leg to the inside of her thigh and slowly upward. His hands brushed her labia as he worked, at first almost by accident, then more intentionally. Grissom watched for Sara�s reaction.
As much as she was annoyed by being the subject of an experiment, Sara was also aware that this was what Grissom understood. He was a scientist who investigated his world and tested out his theories of that world in experiments. She acknowledged that his desire to know her thoroughly, as exemplified by this encounter, was a compliment to her. She would not hold back.
Sara spread her legs wider to accommodate Grissom�s explorations. He smiled and moved to her left thigh, moving from the outside more quickly to the inside. There, he took his time kneading the muscles of her thigh and rubbing her labia with his thumb. Grissom moved his right hand to the area just above her anus. The tip of his finger moved upward lightly between her labia and over her clitoris. She gasped in delight at the sensation.
Encouraged, Grissom repeated the motion. He took his left hand and spread her labia to gain access to her clit, and repeated the motion. He increased the pressure slightly with additional strokes when Sara�s moans indicated her enjoyment. He quickened the pace. Soon, Sara was moaning with unabashed pleasure, quickly approaching a climax.
Recognizing how near she was, Grissom stopped stroking, eliciting a whine from Sara. He moved his hands lower, brushing them lightly along her inner thighs. Her fervor gradually cooled. When Sara�s breathing was more normal, he brought his finger back and gently probed the mouth of her vagina. Sara moaned her approval. He explored just inside, rubbing his finger in, then around, noticing every reaction. He probed deeper, moving his finger in and out, first to the right, then to the left, then back, then center, exploring every inch. Grissom noted Sara�s reaction each time he moved his finger.
A second finger was added, dipping in and out, rubbing. A third finger was then added, but the reaction was less enthusiastic. Grissom changed position on the bed. He took one finger and began probing again with short, slow strokes. Moans encouraged longer, deeper ones. Sara had explored her own body, seeking release when needed. But Grissom was finding areas that Sara didn�t know existed. Grissom continued this probing with his left hand while his right thumb moved back to her clit and stroked again and again. His motions increased in speed and intensity. Sara felt her body tense as the pressure of Grissom�s thumb on her clit slowed while his finger pumped frantically. She began writhing on the bed as she climaxed, screaming as she came.
Grissom stopped all movement, but left his hands where they were. When Sara�s motions calmed, Grissom began gentle stroking. Sara sat up abruptly and took his hands in hers, kissing them.
�Every nerve is screaming, Grissom. I�m a bit too sensitive for any further stimulation at the moment,� Sara explained.
Grissom lay down and took Sara into his arms, snuggling close. He had just given Sara an amazing gift. She wanted desperately to give him one of equal value. But the intense orgasm she had experienced had drained her totally.
Sara looked up and saw a smile on Grissom�s face.
�You needn�t be so smug, Dr. Grissom,� she admonished.
His smile only widened. �I think I found out what I need to know.�