MissMurder
Lab Technician
Chapter 13
The kiss ended and the pair gazed at each other. They smiled and kissed again, except this time more passionately. Once that ended, they pulled apart:
"So...what do you want to do in Florida?" asked Sara.
"I don't know...go to the beach, relax, you know do normal holiday stuff."
"See I wouldn't know, I don't usually go on hoildays."
Grissom laughed. She was so right, for the both of them:
"That is so very true. About the two of us."
"So, it's about 3:15pm. What do you want to do just now?"
"To be honest Sara, I'd rather sleep. I've not slept in over 17 hours."
"Yeah, agreed."
So, Grissom and Sara lay down on the bed. Sara snuggled up to his chest and cuddled into him. Grissom wrapped an arm around her shoulder and they fell into a peaceful slumber.
They slept for most of the night. Until they woke at roughly around 2am.
They sat and read. Sara felt her eyes get heavy again and fell asleep on Grissom's shoulder. He looked at her and smiled. He placed his book on the bedside table and decided to join her in the land of nod.
Again, they woke at the same time. At around 9:00am. They left the bed and went down to breakfast. They arrived at the reataurant and sat at a table. They ordered pancakes and orange juice, ate and left for the beach.
Sara already had her bathing costume on, so she stripped down to it and lay on a sun lounger. Grissom's eyes wouldn't leave her. He had never imagined Sara Sidle in a bikini, a plain black, nothing extremely revealing bikini:
"Gris, sit, or lie down. Relax for god's sake."
"Yeah...o...ok." He stuttered. He lay down on a lounger beside her.
Sara put on some sun lotion and passed it to Grissom:
"Do you want some?"
"Nah."
"Well can you put some on my back?"
"Uhh..."
"C'mon Gris, it's not like I'm asking anything too...too personal, am I?"
"Guess not." He gulped, Uh-oh, he thought.
He smeared the lotion on her back and massaged it in. Sara groaned, he felt the knots in her back. She was stressed:
"That feels good...don't stop."
Grissom worked on the knots, easing and relaxing them, eventually removing them. He liked helping her:
"C'mon Gris, let's go for a swim."
TBC :devil: :lol:
The kiss ended and the pair gazed at each other. They smiled and kissed again, except this time more passionately. Once that ended, they pulled apart:
"So...what do you want to do in Florida?" asked Sara.
"I don't know...go to the beach, relax, you know do normal holiday stuff."
"See I wouldn't know, I don't usually go on hoildays."
Grissom laughed. She was so right, for the both of them:
"That is so very true. About the two of us."
"So, it's about 3:15pm. What do you want to do just now?"
"To be honest Sara, I'd rather sleep. I've not slept in over 17 hours."
"Yeah, agreed."
So, Grissom and Sara lay down on the bed. Sara snuggled up to his chest and cuddled into him. Grissom wrapped an arm around her shoulder and they fell into a peaceful slumber.
They slept for most of the night. Until they woke at roughly around 2am.
They sat and read. Sara felt her eyes get heavy again and fell asleep on Grissom's shoulder. He looked at her and smiled. He placed his book on the bedside table and decided to join her in the land of nod.
Again, they woke at the same time. At around 9:00am. They left the bed and went down to breakfast. They arrived at the reataurant and sat at a table. They ordered pancakes and orange juice, ate and left for the beach.
Sara already had her bathing costume on, so she stripped down to it and lay on a sun lounger. Grissom's eyes wouldn't leave her. He had never imagined Sara Sidle in a bikini, a plain black, nothing extremely revealing bikini:
"Gris, sit, or lie down. Relax for god's sake."
"Yeah...o...ok." He stuttered. He lay down on a lounger beside her.
Sara put on some sun lotion and passed it to Grissom:
"Do you want some?"
"Nah."
"Well can you put some on my back?"
"Uhh..."
"C'mon Gris, it's not like I'm asking anything too...too personal, am I?"
"Guess not." He gulped, Uh-oh, he thought.
He smeared the lotion on her back and massaged it in. Sara groaned, he felt the knots in her back. She was stressed:
"That feels good...don't stop."
Grissom worked on the knots, easing and relaxing them, eventually removing them. He liked helping her:
"C'mon Gris, let's go for a swim."
TBC :devil: :lol: