Note: Takes place afer the The Good, the Bad and the Dominatrix

I:

          The last forty-eight hours had been a bitch and Grissom knew it was only going to get worse. He had no one to blame but himself, he knew that but it didn’t make swallowing his “medicine” any easier. The irony of Heather’s case was that he did everything right and everything wrong, which would normally zero everything out. The problem was that the wrong outweighed the right when he had allowed it to affect Sara and his relationship away from work.

            They were both seasoned investigators, they knew that a time clock was just something to slow you down at the door. Eight hours, ten hours…twenty hours…was the nebulous timeframe they worked within. It was understood, expected, but this case, Heather’s case, was different. Grissom could be honest enough with himself to know that.

            He had been attracted to Heather Kessler at onetime. He had found her lack of inhibition and openness refreshing in a city that confused a deficit in common sense with freedom and hid too much behind glitz. The physical attraction was short lived but he had still admired her cunning mind and frankness and counted Heather as a friend.

            Grissom hadn’t meant to spend the whole night talking with Heather, time just sort of got away from him. The worst part was that it was suppose to be his and Sara’s night off together. No, the worst part was that I didn’t call her. By the time Grissom had realized the time, Heather was asking if he wanted morning tea. It was then that he knew his dumb ass was in for it.

            Sara had said very little when he had seen her next but when she left the layout room he knew it, he could see the hurt in her eyes and he hated himself for it. With a sharp pang of regret, Grissom silently promised to make it up to Sara once he had finished up the case. Maybe he should have put Sara first in this instance but as intelligent and broadminded as Grissom was, he could become too focused on the puzzle. Missing the forest because of the trees…

            He stumbled through the door that led from the garage into the townhouse, their town house. It had ceased being his and had become theirs three months earlier. Well, that was sort of a technicality, when Sara’s lease had not been removed. In truth, Sara had been paying rent on an apartment that she rarely saw. It had become a rather fancy storage facility since she had been living with Grissom for nearly four months prior to that.

            Since the garage was free of Sara’s car Grissom knew that she wasn’t home. Deciding he needed a shower, a shave and a couple hours of sleep before he faced the proverbial music, Grissom did just that. He wanted to be ready and rested when Sara handed him his ass. The last thing he needed was his sleep deprived brain saying something stupid and making the situation worse.

* * *

            The townhouse was cool and dark when Sara arrived home. Grissom’s car was parked in the garage and his jacket was hung neatly at the door. Sara had avoided coming straight home from work. She knew that she needed sometime away and needed to blow off some steam before confronting Gil about his “night out”. The gym had become her therapist in the last year, well, where Grissom was concerned, anyway. They rarely fought but they could punch one another’s buttons at time and the townhouse was big but sometimes Sara just needed that physical vent.

            Sometimes?

            Sara had two ways she let off steam. The gym, which had a great kickboxing class, and sex. Overheated passions of one variety would quickly jump track to a more amorous one and the next thing either of them would know was that they were panting heavily, highly sated and the argument was forgotten. If Sara didn’t know how much Grissom hated fighting with her, she would be convinced he started some of their tiffs just for the sex.

            Setting the plastic bag down on the counter, Sara went to check on Grissom before she put her plan into motion. She was hoping his lack of sleep and her time away would have the man sleeping like a baby when she returned. Poking her head through the bedroom door, Sara smiled at the sight before her.

            Lying on his stomach atop the comforter and slightly cockeyed was Grissom. He hadn’t even bothered to get dressed for bed, a white towel hugging his hips. It looked like he had simply stumbled from the master bathroom and flopped dead away on to the bed.

            Sara took a moment to enjoy the scenery before hustling off to get everything ready for the evening. Neither of them had to be at work this night but some work was definitely going to get done. Her man had a lesson to be learned and Sara was determined to teach it to him

            * * *

            Grissom’s mind slowly swam through hazy waters as he surfaced from his dreams. He had a recollection of something to do with Sara but that was hardly unusual, he usually woke up thinking of her. Anything from lying in bed with her for another ten minutes to chasing her around the bed for as long as they could get away with it was generally the norm.

            Going to rub the sleep from his face, Grissom came instantly awake as his head abruptly stopped in its course. “What the…?” He exclaimed, his situation becoming startlingly clear.

            Lying on the bed face up and spread eagle, Grissom found his wrists were cuffed to the headboard above and his ankles had been tied with silk ribbon to the foot of the bed. Raising his head, Grissom searched the room and nearby bathroom door for Sara.

            “Sara?” He called out, not really alarmed.

            It only took a few moments for Sara to appear at the foot of the bed but when she did Grissom found he had lost the ability to speak anything other than her name as a question. “Sara?” he whispered.

            Standing at the foot of the bed was the delicious vision of Sara in black lace panties, garter belts and stockings with a matching bra. Her creamy skin in stark contrast to the lingerie, Grissom’s eyes slowly wondered up her frame. From knees, to waist, to breasts, finally settling on her beautiful face.

            Her hair was curling naturally, her lips red, her eyes keen as she gazed at him with hands on her hips. She looked like some ferocious sex goddess and Grissom found himself instinctually responding to her. “Sara?”

            “Mmm?” Sara hummed.

            Grissom’s blue eyes were wide and alert, his mouth slightly agape as he watched her with rapt attention. Sara cold see that his breathing had picked up a beat or two but what was quickly making itself known was that Grissom was becoming horny, his gorgeous shaft thickening and elongating under her gaze.

            “Wha…what’s going on?” Grissom asked, wiggling his arms above his head, accentuating his point.

            “Well, Professor Grissom.” Sara’s voice was warm and raw and the sound of it sent tingles racing down through Grissom’s gut and straight to his balls. “I thought it was time I teach you a few things.”

            “Oh, really.”

            Grissom gave a small smirk, pleasantly surprised by the turn of events unfolding before him. Sara returned his smirk with one of her own. Let him think this was going to be easy. Sara had every intention of making this a lesson he would commit to memory for the rest of his years. Seared on to his mind, imprinted for life!

            “Really,” Sara answered, kneeling on the bed between his spread thighs.

            Grissom eyes went sharp and sexy, his eyes darting between the bright red lipstick on her mouth and the matching long nails on her fingertips. He knew they were fake. Sara wasn’t into hundred dollar manicures, she didn’t see the point but damn- they caught his attention.

            Sara reached forward and placed her red tipped fingers on his lower abdomen, on either side of his navel, and slowly raked them downward. Scraping over his hipbones, her touch feather soft, Sara trailed a path to his inner thighs and down to his lovely bowed knees.

            Internal Tibial Torsion, Grissom had once told her when they had sat in the bathtub together, Sara running her hands over his knees and lower legs. “Should have had leg braces I suppose.”

            Sara leaned forward and pressed long, lingering kisses to the inside of each knee. She loved the imperfection in him. When she had first met him it had been the thing that had made him mortal for he had been too…beautiful. With mesmerizing blue eyes, soft brown curls and a body that bespoke of strength, Sara had found his slight bow leggedness the one attribute that made it possible for her to dream of him. In some odd way it made him attainable even if it did take her five and half years to do it.

            Grissom hummed at the feel of her lips, the muscles of his biceps bunching as he instinctively pulled on his binds. Sara raised her eyes, dark with lust, and admired the play of strength as his muscles coiled and uncoiled. Giving her eager captive a sultry look, Sara dipped her head and drug her tongue broadly along the length of his heated member.

            Grissom hissed, his head falling back against the pillows as he reveled in the feel of her wicked tongue. Her hot breath sending delicious tingles up and down his engorged cock. Willing himself to relax, a half grin plastered to his serenely happy face, Grissom waited for Sara to take him into her mouth.

            The sound of the bedroom door shutting had Grissom’s eye’s snapping open and scanning the room in confusion. “Sara?” He questioned, trying to shake the fog of lust from his brain. A long pause was followed by absolutely nothing and it was then that Grissom realized he was alone, tied to the bed with a massive boner and Sara wasn’t coming back for a long while. With a heavy groan his head sank into the pillows.

            “She’s pissed,” Grissom mumbled, realizing just how deep he was in it.

 

II:

            Sara had had to use every ounce of willpower she had just to step away from the bed. The site of Grissom naked, bound and rock hard had made her so horny she had nearly thrown her plan right out the window and climbed onto him and rode him hard. With a determination that had nearly faltered, Sara found herself plastered against the other side of the bedroom wall, panting.

            The sound of his questioning voice had Sara gasping and holding her breath before running off to the kitchen. She needed a moment to cool down and a flight of stairs between her and temptation. She had no intention of leaving him long but, she needed the time to bolster her resolve. This would be a night and lesson that Grissom would not likely forget.

            With her focus reestablished, Sara prepared for the second part of her “lesson plan”, picking up the bed tray and setting it on the counter while she loaded it up with the various “tools” she we would be using next.

            When Sara entered their bedroom, Grissom was intently examining the cuffs that had him shackled to the bed. The leopard printed padding protected his wrists but other than that they were as real as the ones they used at work. Still, she wouldn’t put it past Grissom to know some flaw in the design that would aid him in his escape.  She would need to keep a diligent eye on him.

            “Hey Babe, did you miss me?” Sara asked sauntering in. Placing the tray on the floor at the foot of the bed, Sara’s eyes flicked over the other items she had placed there earlier when Grissom was asleep. Seeing them reminder Sara of the many points to her lesson causing an over heated shiver to course through her body.

            Standing up she eyed him appreciatively before giving him a sexy little pout. “You’ve almost forgotten me,” she accused at seeing his erection had gone down. “No matter,” she purred, flashing him a smile that was all sexual promise. “I’ll help you remember.”

            Grissom watched her with half-guarded eyes. He wasn’t certain about this turn of events. The view was amazing and already had his perfidious body reacting to Sara without any directives from his brain. Of course that might not be completely true since somewhere in the back of his mind he always seemed to be thinking of sex and Sara. Hey! I’m a guy!

            “Sara? What are you doing?” Grissom asked, watching as she bent over to retrieve something on the floor.

            “Well, Gil,” Sara gave him a sideways glance, looking over the plane of his body with the rising…mmm? Visual impediment. “I decided I could be hurt and angry over your staying out all night with Lady Heather or…” Sara stood up and placed her hands on her lace covered hips, obscuring what she held in her hand, “or I could be proactive about the situation.”

            “Sara, honey, nothing happened between me and Heather,” Grissom said in genuine concern.

            “Oh, I know sweetie, I know,” Sara’s voice was pure sex and confidence. This was her show. “I’m not accusing you of infidelity,” she told him, placing one knee on the bed between his legs, “I’m accusing you of being an unthinking ass…and for a man of your intelligence that is just a complete and unjustifiable sin.”

            Sara gazed at him through her dark lashes, her eyes sparking with warm desire as she placed her hands on either side of Grissom’s hips, the last word coming out on a growl. Grissom blinked several times, his eyes wide as he took in the predatory picture Sara was making. Her graceful body slowly crawling on to the bed, her wicked tongue coming out the lick hungrily at her lower lip, she looked prepared to devour him and Grissom shuddered at the idea.

            “Honey?” Never had a single word been uttered as a plea for mercy and prayer for something more. “I didn’t mean to-“

            Grissom’s words were violently cut short as Sara dipped her head to run her tongue broadly and slowly up his hard length. Grissom groaned and opened his eyes that had momentarily slammed shut, to watch the sultry vixen between his legs. Twirling her tongue about the swollen head of his cock, Sara dipped back down to take another long lick before pulling up to look at Grissom.

            Grissom’s blue eyes had gone gray, like smoldering ash ringing a fire. Sara nearly groaned. It was his sex look. Hot, sweaty, bodies grinding, mouths everywhere, moaning, groaning sex look, the one that made her want to drop her panties wherever they were and fuck him hard! Sara’s skin felt like it was on fire as she worked to regain the upper hand. Her panties were so wet to be uncomfortable and all she wanted to do was rid herself of the barrier.

            Swallowing hard, Sara sat back on her heels. End game, Sara, end game, she reminded herself. “I know you didn’t mean to not call, to make me worry…to hurt me,” Sara looked at him pointedly, some of the heat evaporating from his gaze to be replaced by a softer look. “But you did, Gil, and I think it’s time for you to learn a valuable lesson in all of this.”

            “Lesson?”

            Sara reached down by her ankle and pulled forth a clear plastic bottle of honey in the shape of a little bear. It was warm to the touch but not hot and Sara smiled wickedly at him for the things she was about to do.

            “Honey,” Sara cocked an eyebrow as she showed him the bottle, “for my honey.”

            Grissom’s blue eyes went wide before narrowing, giving her a cautious look that did little to hide the heat emanating from his eyes. “Sara?”

            Sara ignored Grissom and leaned over him, purposely allowing her panty covered mound to brush across his rigid cock. Balancing herself on her left hand, Sara gently squeezed out a thin, swirling dribble of honey around Grissom’s right nipple. The warm liquid elicited a long hiss from Grissom as he watched Sara descend on her newly created treat.

            With her hot tongue, Sara sensually followed the line of warm, golden honey around his puckered nipple, swirling it several times before sucking the nipple in between her lips and kneading it with her teeth. Grissom groaned, his pelvis involuntarily thrusting upward in desperate need of contact as he watched her hungrily lapping at his excited flesh.

            “Mmmm…yummy,” Sara purred, peering at him through her lashes as she pulled off his nipple. “Of course, you’ve always been tasty.”

            Another groan escaped Grissom’s lips as Sara paid her due diligence to the other nipple, her tongue lapping hungrily at the pert button before giving him a gentle nip. “Do you remember the first time you ever let me suck your cock? I do. God, I was so horny for you that night.”

            Sara began to dribble a small line of honey down the center of Grissom’s chest, marking a trail lower and lower before circling his navel. Her eyes were dark and ravenous as she looked at her handiwork. “We’d been so busy trying to get Nick back and then being down a guy,” Sara flicked her tongue out to sample the amber colored liquid circling his belly button, “we barely had anytime alone.”

            Grissom squeezed his eyes shut tightly, rolling his lower lip in between his teeth as the sensation of Sara’s tongue tracing up his abdomen to his chest sent tiny shocks straight through his balls. She was trying to kill him, he was certain of it but God! What a way to go. “After…hospital,” Grissom panted, trying to retain some measure of control.

            “Oh… I didn’t forget… that,” Sara’s voice was sex wrapped in sound as she sucked, licked and nipped her way down Grissom’s torso. “Never could forget THAT!”

            Sara suckled on the warm flesh of Grissom’s inner thigh, just below his crotch, her hair tickling his iron hard member causing it to twitch spasmodically. With a quick nip, Sara raised up. “You had me coming six ways from Sunday…turned me into a raging nympho for you,” Sara accused, puckering her lips at him and giving him a sultry wink.

            “Honey…please,” Grissom begged.

            He was prepared to promise her anything, anything to end his torture. He was convinced that he was going to pass out from blood loss to his brain or the pain in his crotch, either way he was certain he had never been this hard or hot for Sara as he was at that moment. The insane thought of chewing his hand off to be free popped into his head. But how would I grab her to flip her over and fuck her? Was the only thought that punctuated his irrational, sex addled mind.

            “Of course, sweetheart,” Sara purred, picking up the plastic bottle and dribbling a crooked line along the length of his protruding member. Grissom hissed and gritted his teeth as the warm liquid made contact with the underside of his cock, his hips jutting upward uncontrollably.

            Dropping the honey off the end of the bed, Sara swooped down and hungrily ran her tongue up and down his velvet covered steel. She was amazed at how hard he was as her warm mouth engulfed him. Grissom’s groan crumbled into a whimper as Sara slowly sucked his rigid length from tip to balls and back up again. The muscles of his upper thighs contracted and relaxed as he tried desperately not to thrust into her warm, delicious mouth while his mouth fell open on an appreciative sigh.

            Sara heard the sigh, felt the tension coil and release within his body matching the tempo of her mouth. She put everything she had into it, every little lick, nip, suckle that she knew that drove him crazy. She traced his swollen head, swiping it broadly with her tongue before diving in to encase his long, hot member with her eager mouth. Sara added her hand to the mixture, her nails teasing along the underside of his sac before gripping the base.

            “Ohgaahh,” Grissom groaned, arching his pelvis upward and holding it for an extra beat before relaxing back down into the mattress.

            He was close. He was in pain and all he wanted to do at that moment was come, explode in a geyser of liquid heat. “Sara, Sara…ohgaah, mmm.”

            Grissom’s incoherent ramblings, groans and grunts let Sara know she had pushed him to the edge and she slowly pulled off of him, his cock bobbing at the loss of her mouth. She took a moment to admire him laid out before her, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat, the curls at his temples plastered tightly while the ones on top of his head curled wildly. If she ever had a mental portrait to go along with the word sex it was Grissom naked and as hard as a rock. Of course she also had a mental portrait stored of him along with words such as hot, horny, sexy and yummy.

            Sara sat back on her knees and watched as Grissom blinked several times, trying to get his heated gaze and over stimulated mind to focus on the woman slowly stepping off the end of the bed. “Wha? What…honey?”

            Grissom watched in rapt attention as Sara reached around her back and released the clasp to her bra, the black lace going slack as she slowly slipped the straps from her shoulder. She was a sultry sex goddess standing at the end of the bed, her lovely, pert breasts proudly displayed, her legs slightly apart as her hands roamed the creamy skin of her abdomen.

            The fire in Grissom’s eyes blazed ten times brighter as he watched Sara’s hands slowly snake up towards her breasts. Her palms flat and fingers splayed wide, Sara grasped her breasts in her two hands, lifting the delightful globes up and rolling them together.

            “See something you like?” Sara purred, her skin burning under his heated gaze.

            Grissom nodded deliberately, the mental and physical ability to speak having deserted him at the sight of her talented, long fingers kneading her own flesh. For the first time since he was nineteen, Gilbert Grissom was actually afraid of unmanning himself before a woman and coming all over himself before he even had a chance to touch her.

            “Well let’s see what you think about this,” Sara’s lids were heavy with desire as her words washed over him like the warm honey she had used earlier.

            Grissom groaned loudly. He was a goner, he knew it. Sara was going to do him in then and there and there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe there was nothing he wanted to do about it. Because even though it was torture watching her hands skim down her torso, traveling to her hips, it was a torture he gladly endured.

            Sara slipped her thumbs into the lace fabric at her hipbone and slowly drug the panties down her long, excruciatingly long and lovely legs. Her eyes remained melded with Grissom’s as she bent and stepped out of the lacy undergarment, her hands coming to rest on her hips.

            “Are you ready for your lesson, Gil?” Sara asked her voice hoarse, her eyes daring him.

            Grissom had the distinct feeling, as he nodded, that he was agreeing to some monumental event. Like Faust signing for the Devil, there would be no turning back. “Yes,” he answered, his voice rough with built up desire.

            Yes, he was ready. It was do or die time because at that moment Grissom felt as if he was going to be incinerated by his desires. His skin felt too tight, too hot. He couldn’t seem to breathe correctly; short shallow breaths had his nostrils flaring like an angry mustang and his chest heaving as if he had run for miles. Yes, he was ready. His world had shrunk to the woman standing naked before him and the erection between his legs driving him quickly insane with need.

III:

            The room seemed to get warmer as Sara took a moment to admire her handiwork one last time. Even though Grissom had developed a few extra pounds over the years, he was still a fine looking specimen of a man. Sara not only loved the sight of Grissom’s naked body, she enjoyed it to the point of near addiction.  She hadn’t been lying when she had told him that she had nearly turned nympho on him and it’s entirely his fault!

 Sara gave him a small grin that held such wicked promise that Grissom actually shuddered under her hot gaze. He felt his cock spasm and nearly lost it then and there. Sara rounded the bed and plucked the key to the leopard print padded cuffs from the bedside table, unlocking his right wrist. Grissom let his arm fall off to the side, his fingers stroking Sara’s bare leg and hip.

            Sara chuckled and moved away from his grip, returning to the foot of the bed. The end was near and he never felt more certain of it when he watched Sara dip down and pick up a hot pink vibrating dildo. Running the toy up her inner right thigh and circling her patch of enticing fur. Grissom’s eyes shot from Sara’s enticing mound to her face that had become a beautiful mask of unquenched desire.

            “Uh, guh…Sar-a?” Grissom croaked.

            “Touch yourself,” Sara ordered, running the dildo down her thigh and back up again. “Do it. Touch yourself,” she demanded at his hesitation.

            Grissom’s free hand snaked along his hipbone and grasped his turgid member. He wasn’t even aware of doing it until he felt the heat of his cock in the palm of his hand. His eyes momentarily closed as he tried to regain some sort of control but even as he tried to suck in a steadying breath he felt his hand slowly work up his length, pulling on the engorged flesh.

            “Yes,” Sara hissed as she turned on the brightly colored vibrator in her hand and widened her stance, running the tip of the dildo down her glistening, wet cleft. “Yes, baby, stroke it…stroke it good.”

            Grissom opened his eyes and growled at the sight of Sara. Legs wide, the hot pink sex toy slowly dipping and disappearing in her dark curls, it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen as his mind went blank, consumed by the fire racing through his veins like an out of control solar flare. He had been reduced to sensual instinct.

            The sight of her as her mouth as it fell open on a silent sigh, her eyes ensnared by his hand pumping up and down on his painful erection, licking her lips. He watched her hand work the dildo in and out of her wet pussy, loving the sight of the warm flush rise in her chest, her pert nipples puckering and thrusting.

            He could smell her arousal and wanted to taste it. He could hear her breaths as they came quicker and quicker and groaned when she panted, “God… I love to watch you… jack off… makes me…so horny.”

            Sara watched as Grissom’s face pinched into a painful frown, his hand pumping furiously at his swollen cock as he desperately sought his much needed release. The sight of him pulling on his engorged flesh with such abandon had Sara matching him stroke for stroke, plunging the vibrating dildo deeply and quickly within her tight opening. Circling and rubbing her clit hard, Sara slammed the humming toy back into her dripping cunt.

            “Ohgah, ohgah, ohgah,” Grissom panted his hand pumping, pumping, pumping! “Ohgaawwd, Sar-ahhhh,” Grissom’s groaned gave way to a sigh as thick ribbons of hot come erupted from his cock like an overdue geyser.

            Sara watched as Grissom came and came and came, covering his jerking hand, twitching, sated member and lower stomach. It had her legs trembling and her pussy clenching as he gave herself two hard pumps with the dildo before coming undone herself, her groan of release resembling his name as it slipped past her quivering lips.

            The force of her orgasm had Sara falling forward. Her legs momentarily being untrustworthy to support her, Sara leaned on her hands at the foot of the bed, between Grissom’s spread legs. The vibrating dildo slowly slipped from her wet cleft and dropping to the floor with a muted thump.

            Taking a few steadying breaths, Sara reached down and picked the dildo up, flicking it off as she righted herself. “I haven’t used this since you went to Williams,” she confessed, showing him the glistening sex toy before dropping it on the foot of the bed near his left ankle. “Before that was the time during my forced leave. You kept coming over to check on me. I kept catching you watching me and all I could think of was you driving me mad, pumping away between my legs.”

            “Sara,” Grissom growled and groaned all in one.

            Sara disappeared in the master bathroom only to reappear with a wet wash cloth. After cleaning Grissom up, Sara tossed the cloth toward the bathroom before turning to pierce him with her dark gaze. “I can go back my little surrogate you,” she gestured towards the dildo. “It’s not half as satisfying as the real thing but I lived on fantasies and a vibrator for years.”

            “Sara-“

            Sara shook her head as she loosened the silk ties binding his ankles. “No, Gil, you’re going to listen. I can go back to that and you can go back to your hand if that is what you want-“

            “No,” Grissom interrupted, certain that was the farthest thing from what he wanted. Unless of course it was a recreation of what just took place!

            “Well,” Sara looked down at him from the side of the bed, the cuff key poised in her hand. “You better never leave me alone in our bed again for another woman… for any reason.”

            Grissom nodded, watching as she released his bound wrist from the cuff. Like a striking cobra, Grissom lunged for Sara, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her across his body as he rolled to cover her. His blue eyes searched her face, his gaze demanding entrance to her soul as he opened his up to her. “I love you,” he told her in a sure and determined voice. “I know that I’ve never truly said it, not in those exact words but somehow I knew you knew and it was easy to leave it at that.”

            Sara’s dark eyes were wide and warm and harboring the beginnings of unshed tears. “But I should tell you anyway and I should think through my actions more clearly and how they will effect you. I’m not the best guy at being a boyfriend. I am terrible at being romantic. I forget things I should remember and remember things I should forget but Sara,” Grissom planted a soft kiss on her brow. “I want you to know that no one will ever love you as truly and as deeply as I do. I am madly, ardently in love with you and I swear to you that I will always return to you and this bed from this moment forth.

            Sara smiled up at him, her fingers coming through the hair at his temple before cupping the back of his head. “You bet your ass you will,” she said, pulling him down for a long kiss that lasted and lasted and lasted.

            Lesson learned!