Ficlets and a Meme...
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
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
alicat713=To be determined…
And a meme...
I was tagged officially by alicat713 and unofficially by belismakr for the following meme:
A GSR fic with Sara backstory with a Buddhist twist:
“Has she ever talked to you about it?” The monk’s face was neutral, curious.
Grissom shrugged. “A while ago, before we were involved.”
Dan smiled briefly, “Gil, you might not have been involved with Sara, but Sara has been involved with you since the day you met.”
Sara angst story I probably will never finish:
The pain was sharp at first, located quite specifically in the middle of her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. After awhile it flowed outward, not as sharp but covering more ground a dark and throbbing ache in her chest.
An exploration of their sex life:
The idea of intimacy, be it emotional or physical, is often times vastly different from the reality. She had wanted him from the first time she saw him. She imagined caressing and be caressed by him but she had no real concept of what it would be like to share a sex life with the man.
He presented himself as a middle-aged, slightly quirky scientist. No one could spend more than ten minutes with him and not know that he was a cultured Rennaissance man. She had imagined that they would have sex and it would be good, but the real mating would be between their hearts and minds.
She had been delightfully shocked to find that he was searingly passionate, not afraid of experimentation and ever so slightly, kinky. They were a perfect match.
There were days he would spend hours seducing her and making love to her with tender reverence. And there were days when he just fucked her with an animalistic intensity. These were the days she wondered how they were not ashes, how could this white hot lust not burn them both until there was nothing left but smoldering sheets?
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
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
alicat713=To be determined…
And a meme...
I was tagged officially by alicat713 and unofficially by belismakr for the following meme:
A GSR fic with Sara backstory with a Buddhist twist:
“Has she ever talked to you about it?” The monk’s face was neutral, curious.
Grissom shrugged. “A while ago, before we were involved.”
Dan smiled briefly, “Gil, you might not have been involved with Sara, but Sara has been involved with you since the day you met.”
Sara angst story I probably will never finish:
The pain was sharp at first, located quite specifically in the middle of her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. After awhile it flowed outward, not as sharp but covering more ground a dark and throbbing ache in her chest.
An exploration of their sex life:
The idea of intimacy, be it emotional or physical, is often times vastly different from the reality. She had wanted him from the first time she saw him. She imagined caressing and be caressed by him but she had no real concept of what it would be like to share a sex life with the man.
He presented himself as a middle-aged, slightly quirky scientist. No one could spend more than ten minutes with him and not know that he was a cultured Rennaissance man. She had imagined that they would have sex and it would be good, but the real mating would be between their hearts and minds.
She had been delightfully shocked to find that he was searingly passionate, not afraid of experimentation and ever so slightly, kinky. They were a perfect match.
There were days he would spend hours seducing her and making love to her with tender reverence. And there were days when he just fucked her with an animalistic intensity. These were the days she wondered how they were not ashes, how could this white hot lust not burn them both until there was nothing left but smoldering sheets?