Dream a Little
Title: "Dream A Little"
Author: Poppie
Pairing: GSR (Of Course)
Rating: M (for the boldness)
Chapter: 15
Disclaimer: They're not mine; I'm just playing with them for a few minutes.
Summary: Add Grissom and Sara, to a road trip, plus a motel, add some UST, and a drop of angst and (Of Course) eventual boldness! Mix them all together and hey presto you end up with this Fic!
A/N: I'm so sorry that it's taken so long to post another chapter but sometimes real life comes a calling and you don't have a choice and of course just when you get yourself back together another whopper comes along to kick you right in the ass. This was supposed to be the last chapter but like I said life is being a total bitch right now so here's what's finished and the rest will be along hopefully in the not too distant future.
As always I would have nothing to post if it weren't for my clever beta and bestest friend in the whole wide world Dee, who tirelessly works to fix my messy ups! Thanks even though you are a Tramo of the highest order!
Sara stood frozen to the spot with fright, she dropped her duffle bag pressed her hand to her chest, searching for the heartbeat she was sure had stopped dead as soon as the knock came. She didn't need to open the door to know who it was, she felt it. Unable to will her body forward she stood motionless, and panic stricken as she stared blindly at the dark wood of her front door. Another more forceful knock came followed by his unmistakeable voice.
"Sara, it's me, please let me in..." after a moment of nothing but silence he spoke again increasing his volume. "Look I'm not going to leave until I've said my piece so it's up to you if this happens in there or out here." He let another couple of seemingly endless seconds pass listening carefully for any sign of life before he took in a deep breath a silently pleaded for his heart to give him the courage he needed.
"Fine! Have it your way!" he yelled, loudly. Bracing himself for the inevitable humiliation he was about to bring upon himself he began. "I don't regret making love with you... In fact It... It was the probably most... amazing... eye opening experience of my life."
His brazen announcement shook Sara from her temporary paralyses and she bolted for the door, she clawed franticly at the heavy chain and double locks before tearing the door open. "Have you completely lost your mind?" Sara hissed in a fume filled whisper her mortification written all over her flushed face. She lunged at him and grabbed a fist full of his jacket before roughly dragging him into her apartment and slamming the heavy door closed. The thundering sound of the closing door had barely settled around the walls of her small apartment when she launched a verbal attack.
"What the hell is the matter with you Grissom? Have you lost your fucking mind?" Sara roared, as she began to pace back and forth like a caged animal.
"No, I haven't I just stopped listening to it ..." he offered wearing a boyish grin that before Beatty would have weakened her knees. "Something occurred to me as I drove away... Something very important and I thought you to know."
"Really... you thought I show know... Great... did you also feel that the whole building needed to hear it too?"
"No..." He answered with an air of innocence. "You know technically that was your fault." He said gesturing toward the hallway.
"My fault!" She growled in stunned disbelief.
"Yeah... if you had answered the door I wouldn't have had to..."
"I don't believe you Grissom..." She bellowed, as she stalked toward him invading his space. "Let me get this straight, I share my feelings, and my bed with you, then you act like a spoiled brat and shut me out; you accuse me of being unprofessional and treat me like I'm no better than an easy lay, and then you leave; but you expect me to rush to the door and welcome you with open arms when decide to come back. You know what, I was right you are out of your mind!" She was livid, her eyes were a blaze with fury as she abruptly turned and stomped toward the front door obviously preparing to throw him out.
Grabbing her wrist he pulled her away from the door and encircled her in his arms.
"Listen, Sara Please." He begged as she struggled hard to escape his firm grip. "I'm sorry... and not just about what happened in Beatty." Sara stilled in his arms and met his eyes. "I shouldn't have left you that night in San Francisco, I didn't want to, I wanted to take you into your bedroom and make love to you all night; but I was a coward...Am a coward." His admission shamed him to his core but he knew looking in to her tear filled eyes that the time for hiding was gone there was more to say, and he finally had the courage to say it.
"I'm sorry I wasn't the friend to you I should have been when you moved to Vegas, I'm sorry for every time I made you feel less than the beautiful, intelligent, amazing woman you are." Sara stood motionless in his arms, her eyes were still locked in his gaze as all the hidden truths of their relationship came spilling from his mouth.
But most of all I'm sorry I never told you the truth... because the truth is... the truth is Sara I'm in love with you..." Sara stood gobsmacked, as the heavy tears that had pooled in her stunned gaze slipped free. Grissom released his grip on her arm and raised his hand; with gentle reverence he skimmed his thumb across the soft flesh of her cheek, wiping away the evidence of her grief away.
"I've always been in love with you; and honestly coming back here tonight is probably one of the only decisions I've made in my life that truly felt right... that still feels right." He finished his confession with a small grin of self achievement he had done it, he had told her the truth and it felt both liberating and terrifying, he released his hold on her completely and began to pull away, giving her some space to absorb his words, his gaze was still locked on hers looking for any hint that he had done enough to convince her of his true feelings.
She couldn't find her voice so she stood silently letting the heavy silence of the room comfort her for a moment. Grissom watched on as she gathered herself, his heart was thumping wildly in his chest, and he could almost feel the blood as if coursed through his body, Sara lowered he eyes and began to shake her head.
"I can't..." She said barely above a whisper. "I can't let you hurt me again; I'm not strong enough this time."
"Please Sara don't turn me away." Grissom begged as he reached to embrace her again but she pulled back and he stopped in his tracks. "Tell me what I need to do, and I'll do it... anything." he pleaded with her as he dropped down on his knees in defeated desperation. His emotions finally engulfed him. "Please Sara, I love you.
A/N Oh the angst... I told you I was having a rotten time of it lately. Anyway boldness ahoy so worry not!
Author: Poppie
Pairing: GSR (Of Course)
Rating: M (for the boldness)
Chapter: 15
Disclaimer: They're not mine; I'm just playing with them for a few minutes.
Summary: Add Grissom and Sara, to a road trip, plus a motel, add some UST, and a drop of angst and (Of Course) eventual boldness! Mix them all together and hey presto you end up with this Fic!
A/N: I'm so sorry that it's taken so long to post another chapter but sometimes real life comes a calling and you don't have a choice and of course just when you get yourself back together another whopper comes along to kick you right in the ass. This was supposed to be the last chapter but like I said life is being a total bitch right now so here's what's finished and the rest will be along hopefully in the not too distant future.
As always I would have nothing to post if it weren't for my clever beta and bestest friend in the whole wide world Dee, who tirelessly works to fix my messy ups! Thanks even though you are a Tramo of the highest order!
Sara stood frozen to the spot with fright, she dropped her duffle bag pressed her hand to her chest, searching for the heartbeat she was sure had stopped dead as soon as the knock came. She didn't need to open the door to know who it was, she felt it. Unable to will her body forward she stood motionless, and panic stricken as she stared blindly at the dark wood of her front door. Another more forceful knock came followed by his unmistakeable voice.
"Sara, it's me, please let me in..." after a moment of nothing but silence he spoke again increasing his volume. "Look I'm not going to leave until I've said my piece so it's up to you if this happens in there or out here." He let another couple of seemingly endless seconds pass listening carefully for any sign of life before he took in a deep breath a silently pleaded for his heart to give him the courage he needed.
"Fine! Have it your way!" he yelled, loudly. Bracing himself for the inevitable humiliation he was about to bring upon himself he began. "I don't regret making love with you... In fact It... It was the probably most... amazing... eye opening experience of my life."
His brazen announcement shook Sara from her temporary paralyses and she bolted for the door, she clawed franticly at the heavy chain and double locks before tearing the door open. "Have you completely lost your mind?" Sara hissed in a fume filled whisper her mortification written all over her flushed face. She lunged at him and grabbed a fist full of his jacket before roughly dragging him into her apartment and slamming the heavy door closed. The thundering sound of the closing door had barely settled around the walls of her small apartment when she launched a verbal attack.
"What the hell is the matter with you Grissom? Have you lost your fucking mind?" Sara roared, as she began to pace back and forth like a caged animal.
"No, I haven't I just stopped listening to it ..." he offered wearing a boyish grin that before Beatty would have weakened her knees. "Something occurred to me as I drove away... Something very important and I thought you to know."
"Really... you thought I show know... Great... did you also feel that the whole building needed to hear it too?"
"No..." He answered with an air of innocence. "You know technically that was your fault." He said gesturing toward the hallway.
"My fault!" She growled in stunned disbelief.
"Yeah... if you had answered the door I wouldn't have had to..."
"I don't believe you Grissom..." She bellowed, as she stalked toward him invading his space. "Let me get this straight, I share my feelings, and my bed with you, then you act like a spoiled brat and shut me out; you accuse me of being unprofessional and treat me like I'm no better than an easy lay, and then you leave; but you expect me to rush to the door and welcome you with open arms when decide to come back. You know what, I was right you are out of your mind!" She was livid, her eyes were a blaze with fury as she abruptly turned and stomped toward the front door obviously preparing to throw him out.
Grabbing her wrist he pulled her away from the door and encircled her in his arms.
"Listen, Sara Please." He begged as she struggled hard to escape his firm grip. "I'm sorry... and not just about what happened in Beatty." Sara stilled in his arms and met his eyes. "I shouldn't have left you that night in San Francisco, I didn't want to, I wanted to take you into your bedroom and make love to you all night; but I was a coward...Am a coward." His admission shamed him to his core but he knew looking in to her tear filled eyes that the time for hiding was gone there was more to say, and he finally had the courage to say it.
"I'm sorry I wasn't the friend to you I should have been when you moved to Vegas, I'm sorry for every time I made you feel less than the beautiful, intelligent, amazing woman you are." Sara stood motionless in his arms, her eyes were still locked in his gaze as all the hidden truths of their relationship came spilling from his mouth.
But most of all I'm sorry I never told you the truth... because the truth is... the truth is Sara I'm in love with you..." Sara stood gobsmacked, as the heavy tears that had pooled in her stunned gaze slipped free. Grissom released his grip on her arm and raised his hand; with gentle reverence he skimmed his thumb across the soft flesh of her cheek, wiping away the evidence of her grief away.
"I've always been in love with you; and honestly coming back here tonight is probably one of the only decisions I've made in my life that truly felt right... that still feels right." He finished his confession with a small grin of self achievement he had done it, he had told her the truth and it felt both liberating and terrifying, he released his hold on her completely and began to pull away, giving her some space to absorb his words, his gaze was still locked on hers looking for any hint that he had done enough to convince her of his true feelings.
She couldn't find her voice so she stood silently letting the heavy silence of the room comfort her for a moment. Grissom watched on as she gathered herself, his heart was thumping wildly in his chest, and he could almost feel the blood as if coursed through his body, Sara lowered he eyes and began to shake her head.
"I can't..." She said barely above a whisper. "I can't let you hurt me again; I'm not strong enough this time."
"Please Sara don't turn me away." Grissom begged as he reached to embrace her again but she pulled back and he stopped in his tracks. "Tell me what I need to do, and I'll do it... anything." he pleaded with her as he dropped down on his knees in defeated desperation. His emotions finally engulfed him. "Please Sara, I love you.
A/N Oh the angst... I told you I was having a rotten time of it lately. Anyway boldness ahoy so worry not!