Memorable Moments - Chapter 2
Title: Memorable Moments
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: Teen
Summary: Sequel to Stutters and Finding My Voice.
Disclaimer: Not mine :(
Gil POV
“Sara. Will you marry me?”
Every cell of my body is shaking as I finally ask the question this whole evening has been leading up to. While the pressure of remembering everything I wanted to say has eased, a new tension is gripping me. I’m nervous, emotional, and so insanely in love with Sara at this moment that it scares me a little. If someone had said to me a year ago that I would be sitting here now, asking Sara to spend the rest of our lives together, I would have thought them insane, and most likely utilised a quote or two to let them know. But, incredibly, here I am, ring in hand, waiting for her to answer.
I can see the tears filling her eyes and leaking out down her cheeks. They look like happy tears, but I’m far from an expert in these matters (despite the occasional practise I have had in this last year). Surely they must be happy tears… right? I know I surprised her with the proposal, I recognise her ‘surprised’ face, but I’m positive that it was a good surprise. She’s going to accept… at least, I think she is. Damn. What if she’s only crying because she doesn’t want to hurt me by refusing? Or what if the thought of marrying me is so horrific to her that it has reduced her to tears? Or what if…
I forcibly cut off that line of thought before I work myself into even more of a nervous wreck than I am already. Sara loves me, just as I love her. I know this is true, I know she wants to be with me. And I know that, while she has no time for the big-over-the-top-wedding thing, she isn’t opposed to the idea of marriage. So really, there’s no logical reason for her to refuse. But while the logical part of my brain can see that, the emotional part, the part that is in control right now, is as nervous as hell as I wait for her to respond.
Sara POV
My cheeks are wet, my heart is pounding, and I love Gil so much in this moment that it almost scares me. I know what I want to say, but I’m having a bit of a ‘Grissom’ moment, and I can’t make my mouth open to actually form the words. I guess it’s sort of fitting really, that it should happen now, of all moments.
The tears are streaming openly down my cheeks now, and I hope he knows that they are happy tears. Very happy tears in fact. How could they be anything else? The man I love, the man I have loved for years, wants to spend the rest of his life with me; it’s the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had.
His eyes widen slightly when I push my chair back and stand up, but he clearly grasps my intent as I round the table, because he rises to his own feet.
As soon as we are within touching distance, I throw my arms around his neck, burying my head into my favourite spot on his shoulder. His arms encircle my waist as I finally regain control of my vocal cords.
“I love you so much Gil. Yes, of course. YES!”
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: Teen
Summary: Sequel to Stutters and Finding My Voice.
Disclaimer: Not mine :(
Gil POV
“Sara. Will you marry me?”
Every cell of my body is shaking as I finally ask the question this whole evening has been leading up to. While the pressure of remembering everything I wanted to say has eased, a new tension is gripping me. I’m nervous, emotional, and so insanely in love with Sara at this moment that it scares me a little. If someone had said to me a year ago that I would be sitting here now, asking Sara to spend the rest of our lives together, I would have thought them insane, and most likely utilised a quote or two to let them know. But, incredibly, here I am, ring in hand, waiting for her to answer.
I can see the tears filling her eyes and leaking out down her cheeks. They look like happy tears, but I’m far from an expert in these matters (despite the occasional practise I have had in this last year). Surely they must be happy tears… right? I know I surprised her with the proposal, I recognise her ‘surprised’ face, but I’m positive that it was a good surprise. She’s going to accept… at least, I think she is. Damn. What if she’s only crying because she doesn’t want to hurt me by refusing? Or what if the thought of marrying me is so horrific to her that it has reduced her to tears? Or what if…
I forcibly cut off that line of thought before I work myself into even more of a nervous wreck than I am already. Sara loves me, just as I love her. I know this is true, I know she wants to be with me. And I know that, while she has no time for the big-over-the-top-wedding thing, she isn’t opposed to the idea of marriage. So really, there’s no logical reason for her to refuse. But while the logical part of my brain can see that, the emotional part, the part that is in control right now, is as nervous as hell as I wait for her to respond.
Sara POV
My cheeks are wet, my heart is pounding, and I love Gil so much in this moment that it almost scares me. I know what I want to say, but I’m having a bit of a ‘Grissom’ moment, and I can’t make my mouth open to actually form the words. I guess it’s sort of fitting really, that it should happen now, of all moments.
The tears are streaming openly down my cheeks now, and I hope he knows that they are happy tears. Very happy tears in fact. How could they be anything else? The man I love, the man I have loved for years, wants to spend the rest of his life with me; it’s the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had.
His eyes widen slightly when I push my chair back and stand up, but he clearly grasps my intent as I round the table, because he rises to his own feet.
As soon as we are within touching distance, I throw my arms around his neck, burying my head into my favourite spot on his shoulder. His arms encircle my waist as I finally regain control of my vocal cords.
“I love you so much Gil. Yes, of course. YES!”