First and foremost, I want to acknowledge my wonderful friend,
dreams_of_him. Last week, Doris gave some ducks, chicks, geese, bees and a share of a sheep (that was from her dog Neilli) in my name to
Heifer International. Thank you darlin’…I appreciate that more than I can say…thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Secondly, I want to congratulate all of the winners of the
CSI fanfic awards. I also want to thank everyone who nominated and/or voted for any of my stories. It truly was an honor to be nominated with all of those amazing stories and authors.
Third, I have been slammed and am just now getting caught up. If you're waiting on an e-mail or beta from me, I'm on my way, I swear! And, just a blanket apology for not commenting on everyone's entries lately.
Fourth, I have made a list of the ficlets I owe:
Ficlets owed…
inner_urge=shaving smut
dreams_of_him=smut
cropper1818=sweet smut
elialys=post Dead Doll smut, cast and all
phdelicious=smut, post Grave Danger, first time, a little kinky, with a banana
(I’m sensing a pattern here…anybody else?)
printdust= Baby Converse
azaleyes= First Meeting
augrasshopper=Belly laughing Grissom
wobbear=Grissom dealing with a bright daughter
zamboni12=Grissom playing the piano on their wedding day
I will also still accept a prompt from
jenbachand or
alicat713. Did I miss anybody?
A ficlet is generally accepted to be between 101-999 words. Doing smut in less than a thousand words? A challenge. Sometimes the most I can manage is anticipatory smut or inferred smut. But I promise to do the best that I can. Under the cut is anticipatory smut to fulfill
inner_urge’s prompt.
inner_urge asked for "Grissom helps Sara shave her legs and possibly other parts"
“Wow.” Sara slid the fingers of her uninjured arm lightly over her calf. “Wow…I don’t think my leg has ever felt that smooth.” Wrapped in a towel on the edge of the tub, she admired her boyfriend’s handiwork as he rinsed the blade under the stream of water.
The tap was turned off and Grissom’s large hand followed the same path as hers with a slower, more sensual glide. “A straight razor really does a good job.”
She waggled her eyebrows at him. “You did a great job. I had no idea what I’ve been missing shaving my own legs all these years. Should have broken my arm a long time ago.”
“Hmmm, if you’re pleased with the work,” he watched his fingers slide up, “perhaps I could convince you,” up, up to the edge of her towel, “to let me have,” and under the edge, “an expanded” his fingers finding their destination, he felt her open to him “service area.” His digits glided through her folds and a thick finger rubbed against the outer lips of her sex. He watched the flush start at her cheeks and spread to her chest as he dipped a finger into her and then pulled out, gliding up and circling, ever so slowly, up and around her clit.
His smile turned feral as he watched her eyes glaze over just before she nodded. He leaned down to kiss her and reached for the razor.