CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Starlight
Genre(s): Romance
Rating: K+
Character(s): Gil Grissom, Sara Sidle
Pairing(s): Grissom/Sara
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: A birthday party by night. (Futurefic.)
---------
The sky was clear and dark, and the fallen leaves rustled underfoot. He felt her shiver against his encircling arm, and turned his face to nuzzle her hair.“Warm enough?”
Sara smiled up at him, eyes soft. “I’m fine. You?”
“Provided you’re here,” Grissom murmured against the soft skin of her forehead, a half-grin of disbelief crossing his mouth. He still had trouble comprehending that this was what she wanted, that he was all she wanted, even after the years they had danced around their personal white elephant.
“So where are you taking me?” she asked playfully, stroking his beard with the tips of her fingers.
He inhaled sharply, a tremor running over his solid frame. “If you keep doing that, we’ll never get there,” he replied, slipping his hand down to take hers and pull her gently forward. She just nodded, flashing him another small smile and letting him guide her downhill, deeper into the trees.
They walked for a few more minutes, simply enjoying the quiet night and each other’s company, before Grissom led Sara into a clearing, lifting the lamp from his backpack to illuminate a blanket laid on the ground ahead of them, and pitched beyond it, a small tent. She gasped, clutching his hand and turning a wide grin to him.
“Gris… I haven’t been camping in years!”
Grissom laughed, pleased with her delight, and drew her down onto the blanket, shifting his bag aside. “I know, sweetheart,” he smiled as she curled up against him contentedly, “and that’s why I thought you’d enjoy it tonight.”
Sara just purred, running her hands lightly over his chest as he lay down and wrapped both arms around her. The smile he wore was the sweetest she’d ever seen from him, and she rested her head on his chest with a happy sigh, tilting back to gaze at the sky. “The stars are beautiful tonight, aren’t they?”
“Not as beautiful as you,” Grissom told her.
“Charmer,” she teased, blushing a soft pink in the glow of the lamplight.
“No,” he responded, “just honest,” and he stroked her hair with a gentle hand. “Happy birthday, Sara.”
~fin