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A/N WolvGambit: This chapter has two different endings…one by me and one by csisupervisor. Leave a comment.
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A/N CSIsupervisor: Yeah, she's been a big help. I never would have gotten this far... baby steps.
“If it was up to me you would be gone, Sidle.” Ecklie boomed.
“Sir, I don't know where I put it. I thought I included it with the evidence.” Sara said, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot.
“Because of your carelessness someone is going to get off the hook. If we can't locate this file your job is going to be on the line.” he said, pointing at her.
Sara was standing in Conrad Ecklie's office, reaping an unnecessary scolding. A file had gone missing, Sara being the lead CSI on the case.
“Look, I didn't loose it on purpose and I definitely didn't throw it out, so why don't you just calm down.” Sara rebutted.
“Sidle if it was up to me, you wouldn't be working here. I hear the rumors of Grissom letting you keep your job out of pity-” Ecklie started.
Sara held up her hands. “You don't know anything about me and he most definitely does not let me keep this job out of pity. I work my ass off!” Sara said, her voice gradually rising.
“Sidle, lower your voice when you speak to me!” Ecklie said, his voice matching hers.
Sara didn't notice her hand on the coffee cup on Ecklie’s desk, it felt as if she were watching a movie and someone else's hand was reaching towards it. Before she knew it the mug was flying from her grasp and shattering behind Ecklie's head. Ecklie sat; shocked that she had just thrown something at him.
“I'm sorry, I just lost control.” she said, her voice quavering.
Ecklie's office door opened and Grissom, of all people, stuck his head in. “What happened?” he asked.
“Get her out of here!” Ecklie thundered.
Grissom grasped her upper arm and she pulled out of his grasp. “Look, I just lost my temper. It wouldn't have happened if he wasn't being such an ass.”
Ecklie stood up angrily and Grissom held up his hand. “I'll take care of it Conrad.” he said
Ecklie pursed his lips and pointed. “You better.” he said.
Grissom opened the door and Sara exited the office. Outside the office, Grissom grabbed her upper arm and spun her around to face him. His blue eyes were angry.
“What went on in there?” he asked sharply.
“I ... lost my temper.” Sara replied.
“That's obvious. What broke?” he asked.
“A mug.” Sara answered nonchalantly.
She turned to walk away but Grissom tightened his grip on her arm and pulled her back. “Tell me you didn't throw something at him.” he said.
Sara didn't answer, she simply averted her eyes. Grissom groaned and rubbed a hand over his face.
“Okay, clock out and go home.” he said, waving her away.
Sara did a double-take. “What!?” she asked.
“Sara, you threw a coffee mug at our lab director. I have to kiss some major ass to make sure you keep your job. If you’re lucky you'll only get suspended.” he said sharply.
For some odd reason Sara found herself excited by the grip Grissom had on her arm. He had always been strong, but the way he was holding her told her that he could do a lot more if he wanted to. His serious eyes burned through her and desire coursed through her.
“You're going to suspend me!?” she asked.
Grissom didn't answer, he simply let her go so she could clock out and return home.
000
Sara keyed into her apartment and sighed as she dumped her bag on the counter. She had been given suspension papers by Grissom as she was leaving, avoiding her eyes as he did so. Instead of going to the townhouse, she went to her apartment to think…even though it was scarcely furnished and mostly used for storage.
“A month’s suspension with pay.” she said to the empty apartment.
She groaned again as her phone chirped, she wasn't in the mood to talk to Greg, Nick or even Grissom. Especially not Grissom, who wasted no time in sending her home and throwing to the birds. Yes, she didn't want to speak to Grissom.
“I'm not answering you.” she said to the phone, taking her jacket off and tossing it to the side.
The phone ceased and a banging on the front door rang through the silent apartment.
“Sara, open up!!” Grissom called.
Sara turned on her heel, shocked a little but not surprised that he had come to her apartment. She hurried over to the door and peeked through the peephole, an angry Gil Grissom stood waiting.
“Go away.” Sara said sharply though the door.
“I'm not here for anything personal Sara, we need to talk about what happened.” he said, his voice echoing down the hall.
Down the hall one of Sara's neighbors opened the door and yelled at Grissom for shouting at an ungodly hour. Sara opened the door and extended her arm.
“Come in your majesty.” she said.
Grissom pushed past her and thumped a folder onto her counter. “If you had just controlled your temper everything would have been fine, we found it in the garage.”
Sara slammed her door. “He was yelling at me like a suspect. I'm glad I threw it.” she said, starring into his blue eyes.
A tingling sensation started in her stomach as she looked at this angry Gil Grissom. His angry demeanor told her he meant business, and a serious Grissom always turned her on. Sara shook her head and tried to push the image of Grissom pinning her to the wall out of her mind.
“Go home, Gil.” Sara said, crossing her arms.
“No, I'm not going home until you tell me what possessed you to throw something at MY boss.” Grissom said.
Sara began to get heated, not only from Grissom's forceful behavior, but from muscles she saw on his arms as he took his jacket off. Suddenly she imagined him over her, giving her the punishment she had coming to her.
CSI Supervisor’s Ending
“Gil, I can't explain it. I just erupted at him.” she said.
“Sara that's not going to cut it, this is serious.” Grissom said.
She looked at her feet and took note of the rug, she envisioned Grissom giving her her punishment on it. Her knees rubbing against the carpet.
“Are you listening to me?” he asked, putting his hand on Sara's chin and lifting her face.
Grissom had never forcefully put his hands on Sara since she'd known him and she knew he didn't intend to ever hurt her; the simple dominant gesture he made stirred Sara's desire stir. She jerked away from his hand.
“Keep your hands off me, Gil.” she said.
Grissom pulled his hand back and starred into Sara's eyes. Sara slid a hand around Grissom's neck and brought him down for a kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth and touching his. Grissom pulled back and looked at Sara with a puzzled look.
“I'm not exactly in the mood right now.” he said.
Sara, feeling bold, hooked her fingers around Grissom's belt and pulled him closer. “I lost my temper and it won't happen again. I know you want to give me my punishment.” she whispered in his ear.
Grissom's eyes widened. “Sara... this is.... serious.” he said, starting to loose his edge.
She skillfully unbuckled his belt, pulled it through the loops and tossed it behind her. “I know, I'm serious too.” she said, pulling his shirt free.
Grissom was fighting a loosing battle. “So... you like being in trouble.” he stated.
Sara looked up into his eyes. “It's odd I know, when your so demanding and forceful I can't control myself.” she said, running her hands up his shirt and over his smooth muscles. She tweaked his nipples and he moaned.
“That's what got you into trouble in the first place.” he said, grasping her waist firmly with both hands and dropping his head to her neck.
Sara rolled her head back so Grissom could kiss across her throat, a spot that always been on of her most sensitive areas. “I'm sorry.” she said, putting a playful pout in her voice.
Grissom didn't know if he should smile at her playful behavior or get angry, she had nearly lost her job and risked his own as well.
“You will be.” Grissom said, playing along with her fantasy.
“What fetish is this, Dr. Grissom?” she asked, running her fingers up the back of his head and throw his hair.
“I think it's called Harmatophilia; a fetish for mistakes, trouble and punishment.” he said, tightening his grip on her hips and pinning her forcefully to the counter.
Sara arched into him, rolling her hips and pressing herself into Grissom's erection. “Isn't this what we're doing, breaking rules. If we get caught having our office affair we could loose our jobs.”
Grissom grunted his agreement, too involved in the moment to utter a coherent answer. With one hand he unhooked Sara's bra through her shirt, bring his head down to suckle her through her shirt.
“Gil!” Sara yelped, digging her fingernails into the back of his neck.
Grissom ran his hands up her ribs, taking her shirt off as his hands traveled north. Her unfastened bra slipped of as well and they fell soundlessly to the floor. His head returned to her heaving chest and he sucked hungrily, massaging the other as he sucked.
“Ah!” Sara gasped, pressing his head into her chest.
Grissom hoisted Sara up and turned with her in his arms. “You frustrate me sometimes.” he said, laying her on the carpet.
“What are you going to do about it?” she toyed.
Grissom lifted his hand and slapped it against her jean clad thigh. “That.” he said.
When Grissom's hand smacked against her thigh her body jumped, they had never been into spanking each other, but the moment his hand came down she felt a rush of heat.
“Mmmm, have I been that bad?” she asked, lifting her leg and running her foot against the side of Grissom's head.
Grissom didn't answer. Instead he pinned her hands above her head and fumbled with her jeans. “You deserve worse, but I suppose I can go easy on you.” he said, tugging her pants open and slipping his hand in. Sara sighed and arched up into Grissom's grasp.
“Oh yes!” she gasped.
Grissom dipped a finger into her wet heat and curled his finger, stroking her clit as he pulled out. Sara slammed her eyes shut and wiggled in ecstasy. Grissom added a second finger and watched Sara throw her head back, biting her lip.
“God Gil, quit screwing around.” she hissed, attempting to jerk from his grasp.
Grissom withdrew his hand, sucking her juices from his fingers. He unbuttoned his shirt and kicked his shoes off, eyes on Sara as he did so. “I believe I'm the on dishing out the punishment, so I'll do as I please.” he said.
He pulled his erection out and stroked it a few times. It was dark and swollen, dripping from the tip. Sara gasped playfully. “Is that for me?” she asked.
“Every inch.” Grissom said, grabbing Sara's pants at the cuffs and pulling them off.
Sara pulled herself up and brought Grissom down for a forceful kiss, the taste of her still lingered on his tongue. She snaked her hand between their bodies and wrapped around the base of his cock, relishing the velvety-smoothness of him. Grissom slammed his eyes shut and pressed his teeth into Sara's freckles shoulder.
“Get on your stomach.” he chocked out.
Sara let out a sultry laugh. “Is that how you want it?” she asked.
Grissom turned her and pressed her gently, yet forcefully, into the carpet. He pushed her panties aside and slid home with one smooth motion.
Sara yelped and arched backwards into him. “Gil, god you're huge!” she hissed.
Grissom started a slow pace, Sara's clit rubbing against the carpet with every thrust. He brought his hand up and brought it home against Sara's thigh, it resounded with a loud smack that made Sara squeal with pleasure.
“Again!” she cried, arching back into him and looking back to watch him repeat his action.
“You like that, bad girl?” Grissom whispered in her ear.
He brought his hand up again and brought it down again, driving into her faster as he did so. The sound of his dick sliding in and out of her combined with Sara's yelps of pleasure were driving him closer to the edge. Sara raised her pert behind higher, allowing Grissom to thrust deeper into her.
“Sara, you feel so good.” he gasped, tightening his grip on her hips.
Sara brought her thumb down to her clit and with a few flicks with her thumb she came, screaming Grissom's name. Bright lights danced in front of her eyes and she felt as if she were flying.
“Gil...oh...oh!” she cried, tumbling over the edge.
Grissom felt his balls tighten and soon he tumbled after her, thrusting into her faster. He exploded inside of her with a groan and his thrusts slowed.
“If that's my punishment I'll break the rules more often.” she gasped.
Grissom pulled himself out and rolled onto his back. “Just don't throw things at the lab director.” he gasped.
WolvGambit's Ending
“He made me mad.” She replied simply.
“Not good enough.” He answered without hesitation.
“He accused me of something I didn’t do, threatened my job, and talked about you.” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“It was still uncalled for Sara.”
“Whatever.” She started to walk away and he grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t walk away from me when I’m speaking to you.” He stated thickly.
She wrenched her arm from his grip. “Go to hell.”
“Sara! That is enough. What has gotten into you?” He combed his hand through his hair in agitation. “You’re very lucky you didn’t get fired.”
“What else is new?” Her gaze caught his and she started walking away again, next thing she knew she was up against the wall. “Let me go.” Her voice was low, dangerous.
“Not until you tell me what’s gotten into you. You don’t just do that anymore since we started talking.” He sighed, keeping her hands above her head. “Now tell me what’s going on.”
“Nothing now let go.”
“Sara.”
“Grissom…”
“Okay, something is really going on here; you haven’t called me ‘Grissom’ in a long time. Start talking.”
“No.”
“Sara.”
“I said no!” Her body was on fire as she continued to defy him, hoping he’d take the hint and get on with it already. The heat in his eyes made her instantly wet between her legs as she was stuck between the wall and his thick frame. She breathed in deeply, taking in his scent, that lush fragrance that was all male, all Gil. She knew she was flushed, she could feel it in her face, over her body as her eyes rested on his again and she struggled against him once more, this time for a totally different reason.
He noticed the change almost immediately when she started to wiggle against him. His body’s response was immediate; he was hard as a diamond against her belly. Trying to will it away by reciting the names of insects in Latin, it was no use as while he was distracted, her lips were on his in a heartbeat. A long, low, groan came from his lips as he hauled her up and into the wall her legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he thrust against her, rubbing his erection and feeling her heat through both sets of clothes. Without thinking he ripped her shirt apart, the buttons flying everywhere, and then he cupped one of her breasts through her bra and hefted her higher as his other hand went towards her pants.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asked against her neck, nipping at the soft flesh. When there was no answer, he thrust harder against her through the panties that were the only barrier between her and his dress pants covered erection. “Is it?”
Her moan told him everything as she dug her nails into his shoulders. Fumbling with the belt, button, and zipper, he finally had himself free and thrust into her in one quick motion. She didn’t need any foreplay; she was already dripping for him as he shoved her panties to the side and heard the welt squelsh of her liquid heat. “God how you test my patience.”
“Gil!”
He set a fast, hard rhythm, their combined bodies banging against the wall as she gripped him to her body, his shirt chafing her chest and his pants the inside of her thighs. Few words were spoken as they continued to gyrate against the wall and each other. His mouth was on hers, tongues tangling; her hands were in his hair clutching the strands to the point of pain. He felt her climax first, her head kicking back and hitting the wall with a dull thud as she shouted his name on a breathless bark, her head falling to his shoulder as he continued to pound into her. It didn’t take long, a few moments later he was shouting his release as they slid down the wall and onto the floor.
“Going to test me again?”
“If it provides the same results.”
Her smile was contagious as the sat their in the blissful afterglow.
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A/N CSIsupervisor: Yeah, she's been a big help. I never would have gotten this far... baby steps.
“If it was up to me you would be gone, Sidle.” Ecklie boomed.
“Sir, I don't know where I put it. I thought I included it with the evidence.” Sara said, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot.
“Because of your carelessness someone is going to get off the hook. If we can't locate this file your job is going to be on the line.” he said, pointing at her.
Sara was standing in Conrad Ecklie's office, reaping an unnecessary scolding. A file had gone missing, Sara being the lead CSI on the case.
“Look, I didn't loose it on purpose and I definitely didn't throw it out, so why don't you just calm down.” Sara rebutted.
“Sidle if it was up to me, you wouldn't be working here. I hear the rumors of Grissom letting you keep your job out of pity-” Ecklie started.
Sara held up her hands. “You don't know anything about me and he most definitely does not let me keep this job out of pity. I work my ass off!” Sara said, her voice gradually rising.
“Sidle, lower your voice when you speak to me!” Ecklie said, his voice matching hers.
Sara didn't notice her hand on the coffee cup on Ecklie’s desk, it felt as if she were watching a movie and someone else's hand was reaching towards it. Before she knew it the mug was flying from her grasp and shattering behind Ecklie's head. Ecklie sat; shocked that she had just thrown something at him.
“I'm sorry, I just lost control.” she said, her voice quavering.
Ecklie's office door opened and Grissom, of all people, stuck his head in. “What happened?” he asked.
“Get her out of here!” Ecklie thundered.
Grissom grasped her upper arm and she pulled out of his grasp. “Look, I just lost my temper. It wouldn't have happened if he wasn't being such an ass.”
Ecklie stood up angrily and Grissom held up his hand. “I'll take care of it Conrad.” he said
Ecklie pursed his lips and pointed. “You better.” he said.
Grissom opened the door and Sara exited the office. Outside the office, Grissom grabbed her upper arm and spun her around to face him. His blue eyes were angry.
“What went on in there?” he asked sharply.
“I ... lost my temper.” Sara replied.
“That's obvious. What broke?” he asked.
“A mug.” Sara answered nonchalantly.
She turned to walk away but Grissom tightened his grip on her arm and pulled her back. “Tell me you didn't throw something at him.” he said.
Sara didn't answer, she simply averted her eyes. Grissom groaned and rubbed a hand over his face.
“Okay, clock out and go home.” he said, waving her away.
Sara did a double-take. “What!?” she asked.
“Sara, you threw a coffee mug at our lab director. I have to kiss some major ass to make sure you keep your job. If you’re lucky you'll only get suspended.” he said sharply.
For some odd reason Sara found herself excited by the grip Grissom had on her arm. He had always been strong, but the way he was holding her told her that he could do a lot more if he wanted to. His serious eyes burned through her and desire coursed through her.
“You're going to suspend me!?” she asked.
Grissom didn't answer, he simply let her go so she could clock out and return home.
000
Sara keyed into her apartment and sighed as she dumped her bag on the counter. She had been given suspension papers by Grissom as she was leaving, avoiding her eyes as he did so. Instead of going to the townhouse, she went to her apartment to think…even though it was scarcely furnished and mostly used for storage.
“A month’s suspension with pay.” she said to the empty apartment.
She groaned again as her phone chirped, she wasn't in the mood to talk to Greg, Nick or even Grissom. Especially not Grissom, who wasted no time in sending her home and throwing to the birds. Yes, she didn't want to speak to Grissom.
“I'm not answering you.” she said to the phone, taking her jacket off and tossing it to the side.
The phone ceased and a banging on the front door rang through the silent apartment.
“Sara, open up!!” Grissom called.
Sara turned on her heel, shocked a little but not surprised that he had come to her apartment. She hurried over to the door and peeked through the peephole, an angry Gil Grissom stood waiting.
“Go away.” Sara said sharply though the door.
“I'm not here for anything personal Sara, we need to talk about what happened.” he said, his voice echoing down the hall.
Down the hall one of Sara's neighbors opened the door and yelled at Grissom for shouting at an ungodly hour. Sara opened the door and extended her arm.
“Come in your majesty.” she said.
Grissom pushed past her and thumped a folder onto her counter. “If you had just controlled your temper everything would have been fine, we found it in the garage.”
Sara slammed her door. “He was yelling at me like a suspect. I'm glad I threw it.” she said, starring into his blue eyes.
A tingling sensation started in her stomach as she looked at this angry Gil Grissom. His angry demeanor told her he meant business, and a serious Grissom always turned her on. Sara shook her head and tried to push the image of Grissom pinning her to the wall out of her mind.
“Go home, Gil.” Sara said, crossing her arms.
“No, I'm not going home until you tell me what possessed you to throw something at MY boss.” Grissom said.
Sara began to get heated, not only from Grissom's forceful behavior, but from muscles she saw on his arms as he took his jacket off. Suddenly she imagined him over her, giving her the punishment she had coming to her.
CSI Supervisor’s Ending
“Gil, I can't explain it. I just erupted at him.” she said.
“Sara that's not going to cut it, this is serious.” Grissom said.
She looked at her feet and took note of the rug, she envisioned Grissom giving her her punishment on it. Her knees rubbing against the carpet.
“Are you listening to me?” he asked, putting his hand on Sara's chin and lifting her face.
Grissom had never forcefully put his hands on Sara since she'd known him and she knew he didn't intend to ever hurt her; the simple dominant gesture he made stirred Sara's desire stir. She jerked away from his hand.
“Keep your hands off me, Gil.” she said.
Grissom pulled his hand back and starred into Sara's eyes. Sara slid a hand around Grissom's neck and brought him down for a kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth and touching his. Grissom pulled back and looked at Sara with a puzzled look.
“I'm not exactly in the mood right now.” he said.
Sara, feeling bold, hooked her fingers around Grissom's belt and pulled him closer. “I lost my temper and it won't happen again. I know you want to give me my punishment.” she whispered in his ear.
Grissom's eyes widened. “Sara... this is.... serious.” he said, starting to loose his edge.
She skillfully unbuckled his belt, pulled it through the loops and tossed it behind her. “I know, I'm serious too.” she said, pulling his shirt free.
Grissom was fighting a loosing battle. “So... you like being in trouble.” he stated.
Sara looked up into his eyes. “It's odd I know, when your so demanding and forceful I can't control myself.” she said, running her hands up his shirt and over his smooth muscles. She tweaked his nipples and he moaned.
“That's what got you into trouble in the first place.” he said, grasping her waist firmly with both hands and dropping his head to her neck.
Sara rolled her head back so Grissom could kiss across her throat, a spot that always been on of her most sensitive areas. “I'm sorry.” she said, putting a playful pout in her voice.
Grissom didn't know if he should smile at her playful behavior or get angry, she had nearly lost her job and risked his own as well.
“You will be.” Grissom said, playing along with her fantasy.
“What fetish is this, Dr. Grissom?” she asked, running her fingers up the back of his head and throw his hair.
“I think it's called Harmatophilia; a fetish for mistakes, trouble and punishment.” he said, tightening his grip on her hips and pinning her forcefully to the counter.
Sara arched into him, rolling her hips and pressing herself into Grissom's erection. “Isn't this what we're doing, breaking rules. If we get caught having our office affair we could loose our jobs.”
Grissom grunted his agreement, too involved in the moment to utter a coherent answer. With one hand he unhooked Sara's bra through her shirt, bring his head down to suckle her through her shirt.
“Gil!” Sara yelped, digging her fingernails into the back of his neck.
Grissom ran his hands up her ribs, taking her shirt off as his hands traveled north. Her unfastened bra slipped of as well and they fell soundlessly to the floor. His head returned to her heaving chest and he sucked hungrily, massaging the other as he sucked.
“Ah!” Sara gasped, pressing his head into her chest.
Grissom hoisted Sara up and turned with her in his arms. “You frustrate me sometimes.” he said, laying her on the carpet.
“What are you going to do about it?” she toyed.
Grissom lifted his hand and slapped it against her jean clad thigh. “That.” he said.
When Grissom's hand smacked against her thigh her body jumped, they had never been into spanking each other, but the moment his hand came down she felt a rush of heat.
“Mmmm, have I been that bad?” she asked, lifting her leg and running her foot against the side of Grissom's head.
Grissom didn't answer. Instead he pinned her hands above her head and fumbled with her jeans. “You deserve worse, but I suppose I can go easy on you.” he said, tugging her pants open and slipping his hand in. Sara sighed and arched up into Grissom's grasp.
“Oh yes!” she gasped.
Grissom dipped a finger into her wet heat and curled his finger, stroking her clit as he pulled out. Sara slammed her eyes shut and wiggled in ecstasy. Grissom added a second finger and watched Sara throw her head back, biting her lip.
“God Gil, quit screwing around.” she hissed, attempting to jerk from his grasp.
Grissom withdrew his hand, sucking her juices from his fingers. He unbuttoned his shirt and kicked his shoes off, eyes on Sara as he did so. “I believe I'm the on dishing out the punishment, so I'll do as I please.” he said.
He pulled his erection out and stroked it a few times. It was dark and swollen, dripping from the tip. Sara gasped playfully. “Is that for me?” she asked.
“Every inch.” Grissom said, grabbing Sara's pants at the cuffs and pulling them off.
Sara pulled herself up and brought Grissom down for a forceful kiss, the taste of her still lingered on his tongue. She snaked her hand between their bodies and wrapped around the base of his cock, relishing the velvety-smoothness of him. Grissom slammed his eyes shut and pressed his teeth into Sara's freckles shoulder.
“Get on your stomach.” he chocked out.
Sara let out a sultry laugh. “Is that how you want it?” she asked.
Grissom turned her and pressed her gently, yet forcefully, into the carpet. He pushed her panties aside and slid home with one smooth motion.
Sara yelped and arched backwards into him. “Gil, god you're huge!” she hissed.
Grissom started a slow pace, Sara's clit rubbing against the carpet with every thrust. He brought his hand up and brought it home against Sara's thigh, it resounded with a loud smack that made Sara squeal with pleasure.
“Again!” she cried, arching back into him and looking back to watch him repeat his action.
“You like that, bad girl?” Grissom whispered in her ear.
He brought his hand up again and brought it down again, driving into her faster as he did so. The sound of his dick sliding in and out of her combined with Sara's yelps of pleasure were driving him closer to the edge. Sara raised her pert behind higher, allowing Grissom to thrust deeper into her.
“Sara, you feel so good.” he gasped, tightening his grip on her hips.
Sara brought her thumb down to her clit and with a few flicks with her thumb she came, screaming Grissom's name. Bright lights danced in front of her eyes and she felt as if she were flying.
“Gil...oh...oh!” she cried, tumbling over the edge.
Grissom felt his balls tighten and soon he tumbled after her, thrusting into her faster. He exploded inside of her with a groan and his thrusts slowed.
“If that's my punishment I'll break the rules more often.” she gasped.
Grissom pulled himself out and rolled onto his back. “Just don't throw things at the lab director.” he gasped.
WolvGambit's Ending
“He made me mad.” She replied simply.
“Not good enough.” He answered without hesitation.
“He accused me of something I didn’t do, threatened my job, and talked about you.” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“It was still uncalled for Sara.”
“Whatever.” She started to walk away and he grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t walk away from me when I’m speaking to you.” He stated thickly.
She wrenched her arm from his grip. “Go to hell.”
“Sara! That is enough. What has gotten into you?” He combed his hand through his hair in agitation. “You’re very lucky you didn’t get fired.”
“What else is new?” Her gaze caught his and she started walking away again, next thing she knew she was up against the wall. “Let me go.” Her voice was low, dangerous.
“Not until you tell me what’s gotten into you. You don’t just do that anymore since we started talking.” He sighed, keeping her hands above her head. “Now tell me what’s going on.”
“Nothing now let go.”
“Sara.”
“Grissom…”
“Okay, something is really going on here; you haven’t called me ‘Grissom’ in a long time. Start talking.”
“No.”
“Sara.”
“I said no!” Her body was on fire as she continued to defy him, hoping he’d take the hint and get on with it already. The heat in his eyes made her instantly wet between her legs as she was stuck between the wall and his thick frame. She breathed in deeply, taking in his scent, that lush fragrance that was all male, all Gil. She knew she was flushed, she could feel it in her face, over her body as her eyes rested on his again and she struggled against him once more, this time for a totally different reason.
He noticed the change almost immediately when she started to wiggle against him. His body’s response was immediate; he was hard as a diamond against her belly. Trying to will it away by reciting the names of insects in Latin, it was no use as while he was distracted, her lips were on his in a heartbeat. A long, low, groan came from his lips as he hauled her up and into the wall her legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he thrust against her, rubbing his erection and feeling her heat through both sets of clothes. Without thinking he ripped her shirt apart, the buttons flying everywhere, and then he cupped one of her breasts through her bra and hefted her higher as his other hand went towards her pants.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asked against her neck, nipping at the soft flesh. When there was no answer, he thrust harder against her through the panties that were the only barrier between her and his dress pants covered erection. “Is it?”
Her moan told him everything as she dug her nails into his shoulders. Fumbling with the belt, button, and zipper, he finally had himself free and thrust into her in one quick motion. She didn’t need any foreplay; she was already dripping for him as he shoved her panties to the side and heard the welt squelsh of her liquid heat. “God how you test my patience.”
“Gil!”
He set a fast, hard rhythm, their combined bodies banging against the wall as she gripped him to her body, his shirt chafing her chest and his pants the inside of her thighs. Few words were spoken as they continued to gyrate against the wall and each other. His mouth was on hers, tongues tangling; her hands were in his hair clutching the strands to the point of pain. He felt her climax first, her head kicking back and hitting the wall with a dull thud as she shouted his name on a breathless bark, her head falling to his shoulder as he continued to pound into her. It didn’t take long, a few moments later he was shouting his release as they slid down the wall and onto the floor.
“Going to test me again?”
“If it provides the same results.”
Her smile was contagious as the sat their in the blissful afterglow.