Does anyone else notice that Grissom never says 'sorry'. He sends plants, he holds hands, he never says sorry! So this is just a short…SHORT story…GSR, of course!
SORRY
His lips hovered dangerously over hers, both trembling in the heat they had created between themselves.
He moved a fraction closer to her and whispered "I'm sorry" before their lips connected.
He had finally said it. I'm sorry. Those two words held more meaning between them than the usual three words.
Their lips touched once…twice…thrice, before her bottom lip was caught between his. Slowly, their mouths joined in a stronger bond. His beard tickled her cheek, causing a smile to creep across her lips, a sensation not lost on Grissom. Their hands roamed each others faces, heads, neck, shoulders, arms…
Sara moved closer and closer, until she was sitting on Grissom's lap.
They broke apart, Sara still sitting on him so their connection wasn't broken. She smiled with tears in her eyes, "Thank you" and he knew she meant for everything…including sorry.
Short huh? Hope you liked! Please review!
Mwa
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