Many thanks go out for this story. It’s my first attempt in this genre, and I was lucky enough to get a lot of feedback from my update list and from Gibby. So a big thanks to all of you!
Rating: Let’s go with a PG-13.
Disclaimer: You’ll never see something like this from the folks that actually own the rights to the show. I’m sure there’s probably a good reason, too!

“Really?” she asked, grinning broadly.

“Really,” he answered in all seriousness. Moving to her, he took her in his arms, running his hands tenderly over her back. Once she rested her arms on his shoulders, he bent forward, first brushing his lips lightly against hers, and then capturing them in a long kiss. One kiss merged into a second and a third. They came up for air, and he quickly dipped in again, this time using his tongue to part her lips. Sliding his hands downward, he cupped her rear, kneading the flesh and pulling her nearer against him.

He groaned in response when she drew his head closer, her tongue eagerly fencing with his own. Hands roamed freely, exploring, teasing and arousing. Her hips pressed against his, rubbing him provocatively, drawing a deeper moan from his mouth.

When they parted again, he stepped back, taking her hand in his and heading to his bedroom. He let go as they crossed the threshold, moving to the window to arrange the blinds so a bit of natural light bathed the room. Stopping by the bed, he pulled back the covers, kicking off his shoes and removing his watch.

Turning around, he gave his head a shake when he found her starting to undress. Capturing her hands in his, he leaned forward to kiss her. Slowly he walked her backwards to the wall, pinning her against it with a playful grin. Letting go of her hands, he buried his face against her neck. Moaning, she twisted her head to allow his roaming lips better access to her sensitive flesh while her fingers worked on his shirt buttons. He thrust his hips into her, letting her know what she was doing to him, and she gave an appreciative growl.

Grissom stepped back, his breathing ragged as he stared into her eyes. He took her hands in his, lovingly guiding her to his bed. Stopping before it, he kissed her gently for a long time, deliberately slowing their pace. After a while, his hand drifted to her shoulder, pushing the material aside and running his tongue from her neck to the edge of her bra strap, then followed it downward until he encountered her shirt.

He glanced at her, thrilled to see her eyes closed in pleasure. He started kissing his way upward, all the while working his hand under her shirt. By the time he reached her lips, he was caressing her through her bra, delighting in the mews of pleasure she made. Enjoying himself, he made no move to stop Sara as she forced his shirt down his shoulders, pausing only long enough to let her slip it off and remove her own top.

He undid her bra clasp as her lips ran over his chest, closing his eyes as he sighed. Running his hands under the lacy material, he began to knead her breasts softly, occasionally allowing his thumbs to rub over her nipples. When she moved her hands to his belt buckle, he stepped back, again shaking his head and smiling kindly.

He slipped her bra off, tossing it to the floor while he told her how beautiful she was between passionate kisses. His hands trailed down her sides, and he undid her jeans, quickly discarding both those and her panties. “So beautiful,” he repeated, kneeling in front of her and kissing her stomach.

“Griss,” she cried, her fingers tangling in his curls. “I want you.”

“In time,” he answered, leaning back to wink at her. She started to protest, but he gently nudged her, and she sat down, panting heavily in anticipation. He spread her legs and ran his fingers teasingly over her inner thighs. Shifting position, he pushed her torso back and settled closer to the edge of the bed.

He began to kiss her legs, starting above her knee and slowly dragging his tongue inward, leisurely pausing here and there to nip the flesh softly. His hands moved over and around her thighs, coming teasingly close but never touching her intimately. He used his beard to provide friction, heightening her pleasure. Sara’s moans further aroused him, and he used one hand to undo his belt and jeans. As his lips approached her center, he suddenly stopped and began the motion on her other leg, chuckling softly into her skin when she swore loudly.

Gradually making his way upward again, his hands actively joined the fray, running teasingly through the short curling hair that marked his destination. His fingers parted her folds as his lips approached, and he turned his head to blow on the hot flesh. She was squirming, her hands trying to drag his head closer, but he resisted, using his fingers to gently arouse her.

When he dipped his head in suddenly, she cried out as his tongue ran the length of her slit, and she arched under him. He repeated the motion, pressing harder so his tongue entered her partially. The third time had her calling out his name, pleading by the fourth. Resting her legs on his shoulders, he ran his tongue deeply in her, savoring her taste. He began moving his tongue in and out, starting with a slow pace that quickened in a preview of what he intended to do shortly.

She was close, and he withdrew his tongue. Her moans of disappointment changed into a groan of pleasure as first one, then two fingers started moving in her and his mouth closed over her clitoris. Sara bucked as he drove her to a climax, but he kept up with her, never quitting until the muscle spasms around his fingers faded.

He stood up as she panted heavily, quickly disrobing. Lying on top of her, he began to kiss her breasts, lavishing them with the attention he denied them earlier. Sara rolled her head and moved under him, his obvious arousal pressing against her hot skin. The motion brought out his own grunts of pleasure, and he rocked his hips into her.

Taking her hands, he pinned them on the bed, settling himself between her legs. His breath came raggedly, but he hesitated with the head of his erection just outside of her entrance. He looked at her pleadingly, silently asking for confirmation. She called his name and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He reacted by thrusting all the way into her, letting out a deep moan as her flesh held him tightly. Sara let out her own groan, and he pulled back in alarm.

“It’s okay,” she assured him between pants. “Been a long time. And there’s a lot of you.”

She arched under him, urging him to continue, and Grissom plunged into her with abandon, thrusting deeply and quickly. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he captured her lips and kissed her wildly, his tongue ravishing her mouth. He let go off her hands to caress her body, and Sara moved them down his back, grabbing his rear and trying to draw him farther into her body.

He moved frantically, sliding in and out at a faster pace. When her moans became more intense, he realized she was close again, and he moved a hand to where their bodies joined, adding to her stimulation. When she called his name, bowing up to him, he thrust even harder, his orgasm quickly following her own.

“I love you,” he said, laying on top of her and kissing her face gently. “God, I love you.”

He continued his gentle ministrations, trying to make up for years of silence all at once. Eventually he rolled to his side, shifting their bodies under the covers. Sara’s contented smile as he held her close touched him more than he ever imagined, and he gladly fell asleep using her chest as a pillow.

The feel of her fingers playing with the curls at his neck greeted him when he woke, and he smiled contently. Levering himself up, he began nuzzling her neck and re-avowing his love. Until it was time to head into work, they snuggled together, savoring the simple delight of holding each other.