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Ecklie�s Corner
Chapter 3

The next morning as Sara pulled her waffles from the toaster
she mulled over the night�s events. She
didn�t expect to Grissom until shift started and she knew it was going to be
awkward. She didn�t care if she ever saw
Ecklie again.
Honestly, she still couldn�t figure why she had decided that he was
trying to be nice for a change. Once a
snake always a snake, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.

As she doused her waffles in syrup, there was a knock at the
door. It wasn�t early, about 11:00, but
Sara wasn�t used to having guests at all.
It couldn�t be the landlord she had paid her rent already. She lazily walked to the door and pulled it
open. To her surprise, Grissom stood there holding a fruit basket.

�Grissom?� It was more a question
than anything else. She was
confused. It wasn�t like him to
apologize, if that�s what this was about.
But he sure as hell didn�t do things like that in person. His style was usually more cryptic.

�Sara, may I come in and explain my behavior to you?�
Grissom pleaded.

Sara stepped aside and was thankful that she had already
dressed for the day. Some mornings at
this time she would still be in her bathrobe, but this morning she had been
restless and threw her jeans and purple tank on early. She had intended on heading over to Border�s
and perusing the latest titles.

�Would you like something to drink? I was just about to have breakfast.�

�This late?� He asked. He didn�t come here for small talk. He needed to say what was on his mind. He just needed to blurt it out and get it
over with. But he couldn�t.

�Yes, I don�t live on the same schedule as the rest of the
world, neither do you for that matter,� she defended herself as she cut into
the now soggy waffle with her fork.
�You can have a seat over there or you can sit here with
me,� she offered as she gestured to a barstool.

�I think I�ll take the sofa.
Where would you like me to put the fruit?�

�On the table will be fine.
Oh and thank you for the fruit.�

�You�re welcome. It
is meant as an apology for my behavior last night.�

�I guessed as much.�

She didn�t say anything else. She was making this hard on him. He supposed he should explain his actions but
if he did there would be no going back.
Last night in the heat of the moment, everything had been clear to
him. He was going to be a man and go
claim Sara like a caveman. But, now in the light of day, it was easier to
question his actions rather than go with his Alpha male instincts. �Damn, why is this so hard?�

�You shouldn�t use that much syrup, it�s high in calories.�
He skirted the issue.

�Oh---kay, Jenny Craig, would you
like to cut my waffles for me too?�

�No.�

More awkward silence.

�You never did say if you wanted something to drink.�

�Do you have juice?�

�Yes,� she answered, �orange, grape, apple, and ruby red
grapefruit.�

�I�ll take the grapefruit, if you don�t mind.�

Sara poured him a glass and took a minute to pour herself a glass of milk to go with her waffles. When she turned around he had taken a seat
just across the island from her. They
were eye to eye.

�Here you go,� she offered, trying not to sound as flustered
as she felt. She focused on her waffles
because she couldn�t meet his gaze.

Minutes passed with Sara eating her waffles and Grissom
drinking his juice. Finally her plate
was empty, save for the syrup that had stuck to the plate. Sara rinsed the plate in the sink and
returned to her position across from Grissom.

�So, apology accepted, is there anything else you wanted to
say?�

�No,� he answered honestly, there was not a damn thing he
wanted to say but there were so many he needed to say. He looked up in time to catch the hurt look
which she quickly tried to mask with a tight-lipped smile. The smile that told him if she didn�t hold
her lips just so, she was going to break down and cry.

He reached across the island and took both of her hands in
his. Sara had long fingers but her hands
were nearly dwarfed in his large grasp.
His hands were so thick and solid.
And Sara�s eyes were transfixed there.
And she knew that just as her hands were lost in his, she too could
become completely lost in this man.

The sensations he was creating with his hands were electric.
This wasn�t a comforting handhold like their last. This was more possessive in nature and she
began to wonder what Grissom was up to.

His thumbs began lazily stroking her hands. Sara was going to lose it if he didn�t
stop. It was insane that his touch could
turn her on so quickly. Then he spoke.

�Sara, look at me, please.
There really isn�t anything I want to say but there are things I need to
say.� He forced her to look into his eyes.
He needed her to understand things, to understand him and his
shortcomings. �I need to tell you that
what I did last night was inexcusable but I also need to apologize for the
actions leading up to last night.�

Sara started to speak but he silenced her with the wave of a
hand.

�Let me finish. If I
hadn�t spent the last few years trying to distance myself from you, it might not
have come to that and I am sorry. I�m
faced with a serious dilema, Sara. I want you desperately but I can�t have you. You�re
not stupid, you know the obvious risks to both of us.
But I can�t stand the thought of you with someone else. I know it is selfish and I can�t ask you lead
a life of abstinence for my sake but dammit, Sara, I
act like a madman when I think I am losing you. It�s not just that it was Ecklie and my pride was hurting, it is so much deeper than
that.�

�Thank you.�

�What on earth are you thanking me for, Sara?�

�For being candid, now it is my turn. I have made no secret about how I feel about
you. And I do know that there are risks
involved but for me the risks are minimal to how I would feel in your arms or
how you would feel inside me��

�Sara!� Grissom was astonished. Did she just say what he thought she said.

�What? Oh come on, Grissom, you never think about how good
we could be sexually?�

�Sara, that�s another problem I have. It seems you have had such a difficult
life. You have been abused in more ways
than one. And sometimes when I think
about our age difference, I feel like some pervert taking advantage of a young
girl.�

�Griss, for crying out loud, I am 34, it�s not like am 18 or
25 even. I am an adult. Take advantage of me, please.�

They both giggled a little and the mood seemed to be
shifting. Grissom�s hands began to move
up her arms. Sara glanced down to his
hands and saw how her skin was reacting to his touch. She was covered in gooseflesh.

�I love you in tank tops, you have deliciously long arms,
Sara,� his tone was seductive and she became instantly wet. His breathing became heavier and Sara was
almost to shy to meet his probing gaze again, but she was daring.

When she looked up she saw that his eyes had teared up.
�Is something wrong, Grissom?�

�Sara, when we are like this, will you call me Gil?�

Sara came unglued.
Everything that had ever held her together came flying apart. Tears began flowing freely down her cheeks.

�Oh honey, please don�t cry, see I�ve hurt you again, Sara,
I don�t know how to do this,� Grissom said as he rounded the island.

�You big dummy, you didn�t hurt me, these are tears of joy.�

�Oh,� he said as he wrapped his arm around her. He noticed her gooseflesh and realized she
must be freezing. He swooped
her up in his arms and carried her to the sofa.
She didn�t protest. He sat down
with Sara crossways in his lap and pulled the throw over them.

�Warm now?�

�Huh?�

�You had goosebumps.�

�Why, Gil Grissom, King of all things CSI, you have
misinterpreted the evidence. I wasn�t
cold, that�s just what your touch does to me.�

�Oh,� he said and then placed his finger to his chin as if
her were contemplating something, �I think my specimen needs further analysis,
what happens when I do this?�
He pressed his lips against hers.

�Or this?� He said as he snaked his
tongue out and licked her lips. Sara
snaked her tongue out in return and caught his tongue just as it was heading
back into his mouth. She went to work on
loving his lips both with her tongue and lips.
Grissom�s tongue was not about to stay inactive long, so he quickly
rejoined the dance.

�God, Gil, you are a great kisser,� she liked using his
given name. I made her tingle all
over. She could also tell in his eyes
that he liked it too.

Grissom trailed his kisses from her mouth to her ear.

He whispered, �you know we have to
work out some boundaries, if this is going to be successful.�

�Umm,� was all she could summon forth. He was so fucking hot and skilled. She didn�t want to think about where he had
been practicing. His tongue was now
massaging her neck nicely and Grissom brought his hand up and gently cupped one
breast. Sara didn�t protest, so he began
to knead it softly. It was the only
thing soft about him she thought. His
cock was pressing into the crease between her inner thighs precariously close
to her sex.

�Boundaries, Sara.�

�Right, Gil, boundaries, do you want it verbal or written,�
she teased as she began to unbutton his shirt.
Sara got the first two buttons undone when his phone chimed.

�Dammit,� he swore.

�Ignore it, Gil,� but she knew he couldn�t and she
understood.

�Can�t honey,� he said as he fished the phone out of his
pocket.

�Gil Grissom,� he answered, �Yes, uh-huh, now, no, not a
problem, okay, I can make it in 15 minutes.�

�Work?� She asked.

�Cavallo, Ecklie
and I may both be suspended or worse.�

�They aren�t going to fire you, Gil,� Sara reassured him.

�I don�t know. God, I
hate this. Can we continue this
conversation later?�

�If that is how you have a conversation, we can talk all you
want,� she answered.

�Sara, you know what I mean.
I�d like to continue both, but we really do need to talk about
boundaries.�

�I know, Gil or is it Grissom now?�

�It is still Gil until I give you a goodbye kiss and walk
out that door.�

�As long as Gil promises to come back, I think I can let
Grissom go for a while.�

�Good, cause Cavallo is
pissed. I�ll see you at work tonight but
can I call you in the morning when you get off work and maybe we could see each
other tomorrow afternoon before work.�

�Absolutely,� she said as he smoothed himself down and they
walked to the door. When they reached
the door he opened his arms and she stepped in for a hug. He pulled her chin up with the tip of his
finger and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.�

�So later, then,� he said.
�Bye, Gil,� she said and opened the door for him. She shut the door quickly. She wondered how long it would take him to
get that hard on down. He couldn�t go
into Cavallo�s office that way, they would surely
fire him And
although she felt guilty, she was so turned on she ran to her bedside table and
fished out her vibrator.

�Forget Border�s,� she thought, �new books are published
every day.�
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