The child?s dark hair covered her face and Sara brushed curls back as she knelt to pick her up. Bizzy?s lips were blue?bright blue.
?Sweetie, why are you out of bed?? Sara held the child as she gradually woke up. Sara noticed the same blue color on her fingertips. Bizzy blinked her eyes and crawled into her mother?s arms. ?Everyone is outside; are you ready to play?? Sara?s hand combed through curls. A lump in the dark hair caused her to stop. ?What?s this??
Suddenly, a sob came from her daughter. Sara?s fingers explored the hair surrounding a lump of blue.
?I chewed all my gum.? Between sobs and hiccups, tears ran down Bizzy?s face.
?And some of it got in your hair, didn?t it.?
The little girl nodded. ?It won?t come out.? The downward turn of the child?s mouth was one of genetic familiarity.
Sara?s relief at finding the child was so intense that she almost laughed. ?We can get it out.? Her daughter?s words explained the tangled knot. ?Why were you behind the door??
The child sniffles stopped for a few seconds as some thought process was occurring. ?Didn?t want you to see it,? she mumbled.
Sara hugged her close. ?Oh, Sweetie, it?s only gum?we can get it out.? She kissed Bizzy?s forehead. ?Let?s go outside with the others. We?ll put a flower in your hair.?
Little fingers wiped tears from her eyes and cheeks. ?Mommy, can I get more gum??
Sara could laugh now. ?I am sure you can get more gum.? She fingered the knot. Scissors would solve this problem. She hugged her daughter again, longer, tighter, until the child wiggled from her arms, happy again.
Bizzy got the flower circle her father had made; it was fragile and lopsided but no one cared as the children found a dozen ways to play, including climbing over their parents and sharing a tent made from an old sheet and two chairs. Grissom disappeared and returned with dinner and the sheet became their tablecloth as the family ate outside, sitting on the patio. This was a holiday?a special time when they got to eat food prepared by someone else and got to tumble around on the patio as they ate and their parents watched and laughed.
Two more days spent at the beach melted into sun blushed faces, minnows in paper cups, tiny shells picked up and handled as delicate treasures, and sand covered bodies. Gum was cut from hair. Zinc covered freckled noses and shoulders and by sundown each day, four little children were almost asleep by the time they ate their dinner.
Sara and Gil sat on the small deck in the dark. ?I love the ocean?I love the beach,? Sara said as she reclined in a padded chair.
?We?ll come back.? A chuckled came from Grissom. ?It is fun to watch the kids discover new things. I never thought about this?would not have believed I could spend hours being amazed by picking up shells and catching minnows.?
Sara?s quiet laughter in his ear made him realize she was thinking of adult activities instead of child?s play. She whispered, ?Let?s go to bed?it?s quiet, kids are asleep. I think I know something we can do that?s almost as much fun,? her voice sultry and passion edged.
They moved inside, checking doors and windows, covering children with blankets. Grissom opened one window and breathed in the ocean air, the smell of flowers; he felt Sara?s arms circle his chest. He turned.
They needed no words. Gently, he took her face, closing his eyes, kissing her cheek. He felt her hand on his hair. He loved the long, slender fingers and how she would wrap the curls of his hair around her fingertips. He brought her hand to his lips.
?I love you, Sara.? His hands moved across her face, down her neck. ?Have you ever noticed how each part of you blends and rhymes?the same shape, slender neck, your arms, long legs. You are beautiful.? He saw her smile, her teeth reflecting moonlight.
He kissed her again and she returned with searching lips until her head rested against his shoulder. He smelled the delicious scent of her hair, her skin. He knew this woman loved him. She took his hand and, soundlessly, they walked across the room to the bed. He let Sara draw him to her, her caressing hands pulling them closer together. Neither words nor thoughts were needed as they stretched across the bed. He knew the simple, healthy beauty of her body, felt it grow warm and filled with desire. His own body responded as passion turned to fire and flowed through him. He followed delicate shadows with eyes and lips, felt Sara?s body tremble when he rolled above her, and he reached for bedcovers and wrapped them in a cocoon of whiteness.
?You are cold,? he whispered.
Softly, her words were in his ear. ?I?m not cold. I have you.? She moved her hips to meet his. He never tired of this?the way her body fit into his, two well formed pieces of a puzzle. Every fiber of his body responded to her. An intake of air, a press of fingertips on his shoulder, told him she was reaching that moment of feminine explosion. His head dropped against her neck as his body lifted and plunged as he fell into that whirlpool of warm, inviting waves; his strength evaporated and he knew this woman had been made for him.
Thanks for reading; big weekend, so next one may be Sunday.