Grissom/Lady Heather,Snicker and Greg and Wendy RP

Sara Looked Up at Nick it was the Next day and thier Honeymoon night was amazing,She saw Lady Heather walk into Grissoms office , A few years ago she may have been Jealous Now however she was to in love with Nick to care,She gazed up into his eyes "so when should we tell them, I mean this * rubbing the growing bulge in her stomach* is getting harder to hide and well We Know Heather knows something"

 

Wendy just smiles on.
'I'll have you know that I find cleaning to be extremely exciting. Especially if your cleaning in just your underwear.' She looks at Greg smirking.

 

Greg raised an eyebrow. "Just your underwear?" He asked choking on his words a little as she nodded. He quickly regained composure. "But still, it ain't no fun on your own is it?"

 

"Well I find that it can be fun, if you get to listen and dance to all your favorite songs. But I find it alot funner if there is someone else with you. I remember this one time, me and my then boyfirend Andy spent one whole Saturday in our underwear dancing and cleaing. we were being these complete goofballs, but it was so amazing. (she giggles). I guess i just miss those kind of days you know? Feeling so carefree, and dare i say 'young'?"

 

Heather blushed slightly. "I hope I didn't ruin anything. It's just, marriage seems like the next step. Unless of course, you would rather wait until our relationship has been going on longer." Her eyes fixiated on Jeffery the tarantula crawling around his specimen container. She wasn't rushing things... Was she? The thoughts swirled in her mind as she contemplated the answer; And awaited Gil's.

 

"...Yes, I'm sorry..." Grissom finally said. "I was...actually going to discuss that with you at lunch today, it just came as a bit of shock that you also brought it up," he explained. "I was so afraid that I was rushing things," he said with a smile.

 

Heather smiled back, her emerald eyes flashed with excitement. "No, I don't think you're rushing things at all," She paused, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Whatever pace you set is fine." She sighed quietly with the grin still present on her face. "When are we going to lunch?"

 

"Is now okay?" Grissom asked. "I'm actually quite hungry."

 

"Sure," Heather replied. She stood up from the chair and waited for Grissom to lead the way.

 

"So...anything else to report?" Grissom asked, heading down the hallway. "Your day's been good thus far?"

 

"Very much so. Even better now that I'm going out to lunch with you," She glanced up at Gil. A slight crimson blush tinted her cheeks as they continued down the hall, but only for a moment. "How was yours?"

 

"Pretty good," Grissom mused. "Jeffrey kept me company," he said with a smile, opening the door for her.

 

Heather thanked Grissom with a nod as she walked past him out into the Las Vegas heat. Usually, the heat bothered her. But not today. "That's good," She grinned. "Where are we going for lunch? Not that it matters. But it's always nice to know where you are taking me, Grissom."

 

Grissom smiled. "Of course. There's a small restaurant down the street, I hope that's alright."

(urg, g2g to bed. It's late here, peeps!)

 

Greg laughed. "You are young" Before he knew it he'd grabbed her hand and pulled her out of her seat after her weak protests. He wrapped one arm around her waist and took hold of her hand with the other. She blushed as he began to move around the room to silent music, spinning her round and dipping her to the floor. "I find this can be fun too" He smirked and leant close to her ear. "But we may have to leave the underwear part for another time"