This time when she woke up Sara wasn't groggy, she knew exactly where she was and who she was with. Some how though, she had moved from lying against Grissom's side to lying directly on top of him. She grinned as she felt his erection, more than happy to see her.

Her lips went to his ear, kissing the shell, running her tongue along the delicate inner ridges. She felt him moan and stiffen against her. "Sara…."

She grinned, pressing herself hard against him. "It's time Grissom."

His eyes snapped open at that, "What?"

She sat up, started moving on him, "Take me Grissom. Let's not kid ourselves; we both know how much we want this."

He groaned, thrusting against her, he couldn't deny her logic. He couldn't remember wanting anything this much.

He flipped them over, noting with satisfaction the flash of desire that crossed her face. Her hands cupped the cheeks of his ass, pulling his flesh to hers as she wantonly rubbed herself on him.

He groaned, clinging to his self control as if it were a life preserver. He moved down her body, tearing open his shirt, not caring about it in the least or the buttons that scattered around them. He was thrilled to discover that not only was she not wearing panties but she also wasn't wearing a bra. God she was a beautiful little sex kitten, just for him.

His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and stroking the softness that moulded so perfectly to his hands. She panted, locking eyes with him until he bent to take a nipple in his mouth. He watched her eyes roll back and her head hit the pillow as he sucked at her flesh. Her fingers threaded through the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling his head to her.

He sucked and nipped at her willingly, diving from one breast to the next, never quite deciding which he loved more. He finally tore himself away from her luscious breasts, taking a deep breath as he reached her core.

She smelled tangy and sweet at the same time and he couldn't wait to taste her. He gently spread her legs apart, helped by her complete willingness to grant him access. He slid her lips apart with his fingers, taking in another deep breath before swiping his tongue up the length of her slit. She gasped, crying out while he enjoyed the unique taste on his tongue. He moaned in response to her taste, softly biting her thigh to ground them both.

"God Sara, you taste like peaches drizzled with honey." He told her, voice contorted with desire.

She moaned helplessly as his lips, teeth and tongue went at her as if she were his last meal. After thoroughly revelling in her taste and smell, Grissom focused his attention on the tiny bundle of nerves, shyly trying to hide from him. He took it between his lips, sucking on it as he had her nipples, while swiping his tongue across it. She came screaming, in a voice that would forever haunt his dreams.

He climbed back up her body, holding her as she shuddered through her release. He stroked her back and cheek, unsure of what to make of the tears staining her cheeks. She sighed once she had regained her breath, "That was intense." She squeaked and they both chuckled.

She cleared her throat and tried again, "It's never been like that before, never so intense, so powerful…." She trailed off.

He took her hand in his, tracing the ridges of her knuckles, "I've never been with anyone so responsive, so passionate."

He kissed the tip of her nose. "You are such a bad influence."

She stuck her tongue out at him, just long enough for him to capture it in a kiss. They stayed like that, drowning in each others kisses until they were interrupted by the phone. He glared at it sternly until Sara's giggle changed his expression into a warm smile. He snatched the phone off the hook, sighing, "Grissom" into the receiver.

"Gill! Thank god I reached you. We have a serial, and he's escalating. The first night it was one victim, the next it was two. If we don't catch him by midnight it'll be four. We need you back here A.S.A.P."

He looked down at the beautiful brunette in his arms, they had just started. He sighed in disappointment, not wanting to leave her but knowing he had to. "I'll get the next flight out; I'll be there as soon as I can." He answered into the phone, quickly hanging up.

He slipped out of bed before she could stop him, ignoring the thick erection between his legs as he got dressed.

"Gill?" he turned to regard her, noticing that she had curled up with the sheet wrapped tightly around her. He heard the hurt in her voice, the fear too. God this was so not how he wanted things to happen between them.

He quickly crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside her. He cupped her cheek and drew her lips to his for a soft kiss. "I would love to stay here with you Sara and do all the things I promised and more. But I'm needed for a case, a bad one. I have to go."

She nodded, trying to keep her tears at bay. She just had the most powerful orgasm of her life, the most intense emotional connection with this man that she had ever felt and now he was leaving? Rationally she knew that it wasn't his fault, he didn't plan this, but it didn't help the pain any.

He had finished dressing while she was alone with her thoughts. He looked at her, curled up on the bed looking so fragile and lonely. His heart broke at the sight. "Come with me." The words were out of his mouth before he even thought them through.

"Are you serious?" She asked, realizing that he needed a way out.

He sighed; it would be so much easier just to leave, without any romantic entanglements. But looking at her now, he knew deep down that there was no way he was getting on a plane without her.

"Yes, although we're stopping by your place to pick you up some clean clothes." She chuckled at that, "Don't get me wrong, you look absolutely

--"breathtaking?" she grinned.

"I was going to say irresistible, wearing my shirt. But I doubt the look would have the same affect in public."

She stood, unashamed of her nudity as she bent to select another shirt from his drawer, "You're probably right." She slipped on another dress shirt, this one a crisp white, "I'll admit though, I love wearing your shirts." She pressed her nose against the collar and took a deep breath, "They smells like you."

He groaned, feeling his erection throb, "You'll be the death of me." She only grinned in response.