How about another update? I'm on a frenzy today. This one, you'll like.
** THIS POST CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND BREASTFEDING. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFROTABLE WITH THAT, PLEASE DO NOT READ. **
Grissom rolled over later that day, sighing.
“God I love you Sara,” he said, kissing her lightly.
“I know,” she said, giggling. Grissom pretended to pout.
“Don’t you love me, honey,” he said, his lip falsely quivering.
“Of course, silly,” she said, giggling harder. She punched him softly on the chest, her hormones pumping, making her silly and excited. He rolled back over to look her in the eyes, and lent in to kiss her gently.
She moved her body over, her heart rate increasing. She traced her finger down the side of his cheek, and across his nose, and between his eyes, keeping her lips locked on his the whole time.
He pulled her waist into him, molding their bodies together, and her leg wrapped around his hips, pulling her closer. He felt himself lunge at her, and felt her heart jump as the baby monitor interrupted them.
She pushed him off of her, and hauled the bed sheet off the top of him, wrapping herself in it and heading down the hall.
“It’s Catherine,” she called down the hall before entering the room.
‘How did I know that?’ she asked herself, opening the door softly as to not wake Isabella, who had slept through Catherine’s cries all while they were in the hospital.
** Sara walked to the crib furthest in the room, and scooped up the little girl. She carried Catherine over to the rocking chair, resting the infant on her arm as she pulled the sheet down off her shoulder, exposing her bare breast.
Catherine’s eyes stayed closed as Sara raised her towards her shoulder, and fitting the baby’s lips around her nipple. Cathy started to suckle on her breast, and her small hand lifted up near her mouth, and started kneading Sara’s breast. **
After about 4 or 5 minutes of feeding, Catherine grew tired again, and started yawning. Sara pushed the sheet back onto her shoulder and lay Catherine in her crib. Isabella started to fidget in her own crib, and her blue eyes shot open. Sara walked over to the crib and waited for the baby to start crying.
Yet, to Sara’s surprise, Isabella just gurgled and cooed and kicked her legs. Sara picked the baby up and rocked her in her arms. Isabella squirmed and Sara repeated the process of breast-feeding that she had just finished with Cathy.
Laying Bella back in her crib, Sara walked to the door and stood in the frame and saw Grissom out of the corner of her eye standing just outside the door. He laid his hand on her shoulder, and she lay her head on his.
They both stood watching the sleeping twins, both feeling peaceful and content. Then, Grissom pulled on Sara’s shoulder, took her hand, and they both ran back to the bedroom. Only this time, Grissom left before anything could happen.
He grabbed his keys, coat and wallet, turned on his cell phone and slipped on his shoes.
“Sara, I’m gone to pick up dinner, and check in on the lab. Greg might’ve blown it up or something.” He heard Sara snicker from the bedroom.
“Okay, I’ll see you in a few,” she giggled, and closed the bedroom door.
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-0-0-0- AT THE STORE -0-0-0-
Grissom ran his finger along the boxes of instant rice, not looking where he was going. He pushed his cart along the isle until he found the rice Sara liked. He left his cart and crossed the isle and looked at the sauces, finding something without meat in it. He settled on a tomato-base with added cucumber and other veggies added in.
Crossing back to his cart, he kept walking down the isle until he hit something. He looked up from the back of the rice box and saw a tall, dark-haired woman with dark eyes and dark clothes looking back at him from the impact-end of the cart. He started to apologize when the lady in black held up a finger.
“No need to apologize, Mr. Grissom,” said the fimilliar woman, “It was an accident.”
“Hello Lady Heather,” Grissom said, bowing his head in a kind of greeting.
“How have you been lately, Mr. Grissom,” Lady Heather questioned, walking up to Grissom’s end of the cart.
“Fine, thank-you. I’m a father,” he beamed proudly.
“Oh, well, you’re married?”
“No, not yet. I’m planning on asking her soon, though,” he said shyly.
“Well, congratulations, and good luck,” Lady Heather said in an emotionless tone.
“Thank you very much. And how have you been?”
“Quite well, thank you. Business is booming, seems people have more and more trouble with commitment, wouldn’t you say,” she asked, tracing her long, slender finger along the boxes of rice mindlessly.
Grissom raised an eyebrow, his eyes shadowing her long, slender frame that he once held so close. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind. ‘No,’ he thought, ‘You have Sara now. Besides, she didn’t want you anyway.’
“Nice seeing you again, Mr. Grissom,” she shook her long, silky hair off her shoulder and started to walk away, swaying her seductive hips before his eyes as he watched her. “Oh,” she said, turning and pausing, “You didn’t tell me the lucky lady’s name,” she eyed him, stressing the word ‘lucky’.
“Sara Sidle, a lady I work with at the lab, and a long-time friend.”
Lady Heather’s eyes flashed angrily, and she pulled her lips into a forced smile.
“How very wonderful for both of you,” she lied through her teeth, “I see you still love your brunettes. Good day, Mr. Grissom,” she seethed, gliding away quickly.
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-0-0-0- AT THE HOUSE -0-0-0-
Sara slipped into the shower, laying the baby monitor outside the shower on the countertop. She let the hot water pulse over her shoulders and arms, tipping her head back so her face was wet down. She washed her hair and body, shaved her legs and armpits and stepped out in 15 minutes.
Sara towel dried her hair and brushed her teeth. She closed the bathroom door and walked out into the bedroom, the towel she wrapped herself in sliding off her full breasts. She let herself drip onto the thick blue carpet as she chose her outfit from the half of the large closet that was marked off as hers.
Pulling a pair of tight jeans and a white tee shirt off the hangers, she walked over to her drawer in the chest of drawers that Grissom had cleaned out for her. She pulled out a lacey black bra and panty pair and slid them on, and her tee shirt and jeans on top.
Sara fluffed her hair up with the hair dryer in front of the vanity, and brushed it out smooth. Then, pulling open her makeup bag, she did her foundation, blush, lipstick, eyeliner and shadow. To finish off her look, she pulled open her mascara, pumped it twice, and applied it to her top lashes.
Just as she walked out of the room, Grissom entered with his arms full of groceries, his keys jingling. He slipped off his shoes and laid the brown bags on the island, along with his keys. Sara clipped the baby monitor back on her hip and went to help him unpack, pulling out a bag of carrots, asparagus, beets, and more of her favorite vegetables. In the next bag were a jug of milk, a box of instant rice – her favorite kind – and a carton of eggs.
Grissom took the bags with meat products in them and placed them in the fridge, respecting Sara’s vegetarianism. Sara unloaded the last bags, and put the rice and chips in the pantry, along with canned corn,
Mr. Noodles and
Raisin Bran Cereal. Grissom loaded the eggs, milk and soda into the refrigerator, and put a bag of apples and a bag of kiwi in the fruit drawer. He put a block of cheddar cheese in the side door with a bottle of ketchup, and left the butter, soy milk, mozzarella cheese and substitute meatballs on the island to cook.
Sara looked at Grissom, noticing a strange look on his face.
“Are you okay,” she asked, concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, taking a pan out from underneath the counter. He lay that on the stove, got a butter knife and cut out some butter, laying that on the pan and turning the heat up.
“Do you need some help,” Sara questioned, standing at the end of the island and leaning her elbows on the hard surface.
“No thanks. Why don’t you go check on the twins, and let me cook you a nice dinner,” he said, coming around the island to kiss her on the lips.
“Well, okay,” she said, not convinced, but went anyway.
Grissom continued to sauté the veggies on the pan, and popped the “meat” balls in the oven. Sara came back and watched Grissom cook for a while. She decided to flick on the television, something she hadn’t done since the hospital a week ago.
Sara sat down on the loveseat and hit the “power” button on the remote, then turned down the volume. She put on a soap opera, and watched without interest. Within ten minutes, Grissom called her over to the kitchen to eat. He set out candles and good plates and wine glasses. Sara sat across the table from where his place was set, and he poured her a glass of champagne. Serving her vegetables with mozzarella grated over it and substitute meatballs with a small gravy poured over it, he did the same for himself and sat down.
The two ate in almost silence until half way through the meal when Grissom spoke up.
“Sara,” he started, picking up a small carrot and putting in his mouth.
“Hmm,” she replied, not looking up.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Sara,”
“Mhm?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Sara," Grissom said, reaching for his pocket..
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