Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own imagination and all six seasons on DVD.

Any mistakes are purely my own.

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His head rested on her slowly rising stomach. His right hand was draped lazily over her legs, his fingers idly tracing patterns in her skin. With every breath he inhaled her scent- fresh, womanly and all Sara.

Her right hand roamed his back, following the curvature of his spine, finally resting in the curls at the base of his neck. Her left hand was draped over her belly intertwined with Grissom's left, their joined fingers resting against the side of her body.

Glancing up, Grissom caught her tongue quickly darting out, moistening her luscious lips and darting back in. Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes fanning out; she looked so peaceful.

Slowly, he brought his right hand to cup the tiny swell above her mound of hair. He gently pressed his fingers into the flesh, feeling the firm bump underneath. Moving his head down ever so slightly, he placed a small kiss on the skin where his fingers had been. Where life was being created.

Her skin twitched under his lips and she tightened her grip on Grissom's left hand.

"This is real, Grissom," she whispered, "I'm real."

Running his thumb over the ring on her slender finger reminded him that Sara was his.

He smiled.

And that was all he needed.