"Dream A Little"
Author: Poppie
Pairing: GSR (Of Course)
Rating: M (for the boldness)
Chapter: 7
Disclaimer: They're not mine; I'm just playing with them for a few minutes.
Summary: Add Grissom and Sara, to a road trip, plus a motel, add some UST, and a drop of angst and (Of Course) eventual boldness! Mix them all together and hey presto you end up with this Fic!
A/N: As always I would have nothing to post if it weren't for my clever beta and bestest friend in the whole wide world Dee, who tirelessly works to fix my messy ups! Thanks even though you are a Tramo of the highest order! Also I dedicate this fic to Hodiestoe, who was brave enough to follow her dream.
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Grissom closed the door of his motel room and smiled to himself, he had just done something totally irrational and completely out of
character not to mention breaking every rule he had made regarding his relationship with Sara, but damn it felt good.
Earlier that morning he had been so worried about the word date and all the implications that came with it, that he hadn’t allowed himself to just enjoy her company. It wasn’t until they were interrupted and the threat of losing her became all too real that he realised what a wasted opportunity it was.
This time he wouldn’t allow outside influences to distract him. He was still so unsure about where he wanted this thing between them to go and fear plagued his every thought regarding taking the next step with her; but he had finally gotten to a place when the thought of losing her outweighed the consequences of trying.
Despite the rush of adrenalin flowing through him, he could no longer fight the fatigue that wracked his body. He sat down on the bed and kicked off his shoes; he lay back closing his eyes and tried to relax. As he lay there, he could hear Sara moving around in the room above his; he smiled as a rush of giddiness bubbled inside him.
Eventually Grissom stood up and began to undress, his exhaustion making the simple task a laborious one; he removed his shirt and threw it over a nearby chair, then reaching into his bag he pulled out some sweat pants and a clean tee shirt. Once he was dressed in the sleepwear he settled into bed; rolling onto his side he tucked his hand under his pillow and lay there quietly waiting for sleep to claim him.
He was just beginning to doze when he heard a faint knock; he lay still unsure if he had imagined it or not but after a moment there was another louder rap on his door. Grunting his displeasure, he threw back the comforter and pulled his tired body out of bed. He slowly made his way to the door, rubbing his jaded eyes before peering through the peep hole; he wasn’t expecting to see Sara standing there. He checked his watch before pulling open the heavy door.
“Hi. Is everything okay?”
“No... Not really.” She said as she breezed by him, her mood unreadable.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” He asked slightly worried. It was only then he noticed she was wearing a pair of crime lab issue overalls.
“I can’t sleep. You know me, I hate motel rooms.” She was nervously wrapping her arms around her torso, her voice trembling slightly. Grissom studied her for a moment.
“Are you sure that’s all? I call the front desk and get you a different room...”
“No.” She said firmly, cutting him off. “You know what? This is ridiculous. I’m done pretending.” Sara said sounding a little desperate. “I don’t want to have to hide how I feel anymore. The truth is...” she paused for a moment and gathered her courage. “The truth is I ... I want you.”
Grissom was stunned to silence, he watched as her fingers began to toy with the top button on the dark jumpsuit. Panic washed over him.
“Sara I... ah... maybe you should go back to your...” his heart was thumping in his chest, as he tried to clear his muddled head, he felt paralysed as she popped the top button of the dark jumpsuit.
“I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with you.” She said as she continued to undo her buttons one at a time. Grissom’s mouth went dry as the front of her jumpsuit fell open. He could see she was topless beneath the heavy suit.
“Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamt of what it would feel like to kiss you, to touch you, to feel you inside me?” Sara said, her voice was uncontrollably trembling as she spoke.
“Sara please... don’t.”
“Don’t what Grissom? Don’t do what we’ve both fantasized about for years? Don’t give you what I know you want.” She said as she slipped the shoulders of the overalls down revealing her bare breasts.
“Jesus, Sara please, we can’t.” Grissom pleaded as he walked toward her reaching for the sides of her jumpsuit. Please stop this.” He begged as he tried to pull her overalls back into place.
“No.” Sara said as she grabbed his hand and placed it against the soft flesh of her right breast. “Tell me you haven’t dreamt about this.” She dared him as she pressed his hand firmly against her body, and leaned in to him; admit you want this as much as I do.”
She was almost purring against his ear, her hot breath sent shivers throughout his body coiling tightly in his belly; his waking flesh pulsed with her every word. Grissom wasn’t sure how it happened but she had managed to move them towards the bed and without warning she shoved hard against his broad chest; he lost his footing and fell backwards and bounced onto the soft mattress.
Sara didn’t waste time and straddled him effectively pinning him down; her sex resting flush atop his hardening body. She began to roll her hips and grind against his erection, the moist heat of her centre penetrating the soft material of his sweat pants.
She sat upright and offered him a sultry smile as she ran her hands over own body, cupping her breasts before pinching her puckered nipples between her fingers. He watched transfixed as she licked her lips and then slowly slid her hand downward into the crotch of her jumpsuit, he nearly lost it when she began to moan softly as she teased her own flesh.
“Do you know what I think about when I touch myself?” Sara asked as he felt her increase the pace of her fingers. He could barely speak and could only shake his head mesmerized by her mouth and the feather like touches of her fingers as they grazed against his thick hard shaft while they teased her body to release.
“I pretend it’s you.” She announced “I imagine it’s your hands touching me; your mouth lapping against my body.” Sara’s release was building and he could feel the air crackle around them, she was practically panting as she spoke, her eyes were glazed over with pleasure and lust.
Losing control, his hands found her hips and pulled her roughly against his throbbing length, he wanted to feel what she was feeling; to be deep inside her tight pussy, to revel in her moist heat as it swallowed his engorged flesh. She reached for his hand and brought it to her core.
“Touch me Gil.” She said almost breathless. “Please...”
Grissom was lost as he replaced her fingers with his own thick digits penetrating her hot core.
“Yesssss” she cried out as his finger curled inside her grazing her G spot.
He was overwhelmed with pleasure as her juices coated his hand. She was tighter than he ever imagined and she keened loudly as he pushed another finger between her plump folds while his thumb flicked lightly over the pearly flesh of her clit. Grissom watched as her face flushed with colour, her mouth dropped open releasing a guttural moan of sheer ecstasy as he skilfully worked her softest flesh. Sara began to roll her hips and grind against his hand, moaning his name, pleading for him not to stop.
He reached for her hand as he continued tease her body, and drew it to his own; Sara needed no further instruction and ran her hand along his impressive length, before slipping her long fingers beneath the elastic of his sweat pants; Grissom's whole body reacted as she cupped his balls before taking his impressive length in her grip and began to stroke him with expert proficiency.
He could feel his release building and knew it wouldn’t be long. He begged for her mouth, he craved her taste, he wanted it all, the feel her lips on his, to know how it felt to slide deep inside her, to bask in the vision her naked body as she writhed beneath his.
His orgasm knotted in his gut and he pleaded for her to stroke him harder, faster; she complied moaning his name, begging him to lose control as her own release threatened her.
“I want you to come; I want to watch as you lose control. I’m going to fuck you Gil, do you hear me? I’m going to tie you down and fuck you.”
Her aberrant choice of words were like a second hand around his throbbing body, he called out her name as his release washed over him, his body tensed and his eyes shot open just in time to feel his white hot seed coat the inside of his sweat pants. Grissom lay there breathless as he scanned the empty motel room.
His dream had been one of the most vivid he had encountered to date and it left him panting and trembling for her. He sat up in the bed and rested his back against the headboard, waiting for his heart rate to settle down. He glanced at his watch, it was almost three thirty, and he wondered if she was awake.
He was arguing with himself whether or not he should call her when his cell phone sprang to life. He checked the ID and moaned before answering.
“Grissom!”
“Dr Grissom, I hope I didn’t wake you.” Sheriff Foster’s voice was an unwelcome distraction.
“No sheriff you didn’t. What can I do for you?” Grissom was barely tolerating the lawman and was struggling to maintain civility.
“The rest of your buddies have arrived from Vegas and Mayor Mathews wants to get started right away.”
Grissom’s heart sank. “Fine, tell everyone to assemble at your office at four and we can assign designated areas for the search.” Grissom said before hanging up. He stared at the small device in his hand and sighed before dialling a familiar number.
“Sidle” Her sleepy voice raised a brief smile before the reality of the reason he was calling wiped it away.
“Hey, it’s... it’s me...Um... Grissom.” He said quietly.
“Hey, did I sleep in?” Sara asked as she struggled to sit up.
“No... No you didn’t, it’s still early.” He said, stalling the inevitable.
“Oh, you miss me that much huh?” He could practically hear the smile she was wearing.
“No... I mean...not that I don’t... It’s not that... Well it has something to do with that, but... Um.” Grissom felt muddled and frustrated, he didn’t
want to hurt her and yet he was sure she would assume his cancellation was due usual bout of panic and fear rather than Sheriff Fosters doing.
“Wow, I’m glad you cleared that up.” She said followed by a husky giggle. He smiled at her gibe and basked in the sound of her laughter for a moment before he spoke.
“I’m sorry, but something has come up, I’m afraid we’ll have to postpone our plans for this evening.” Grissom spoke calmly and quietly and when he was finished he closed his eyes expecting the worst, his heart thumped so loudly in his chest he was sure she could hear it.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” he repeated a little take aback.
“Yeah, okay.” Sara said again.
“Really?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yes, Grissom, really!" What? Were you expecting me to be pissed off or something?” She asked the playful lilt in her tone teasing him a little.
“No... Well yes actually, I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to disappoint you... again.” She could hear the sincerity in his tone and felt sorry for him.
“Look Gris, I wouldn’t expect you to stop doing your job just because we had a... I mean well because we made plans, it happens... and besides you said postpone not cancel which means you plan on having dinner with me at some point in the near future so, it’s cool.”
“Cool?” he said, feeling relieved.
“Yeah Gris, cool.” She said, laughing a little at his uncharacteristic use of the word. “Now, what’s up?”
Grissom relaxed completely and explained the situation, agreeing to meet her twenty minutes later at the car. He hung up and let out a long cleansing breath, chuckling when he heard a loud thump on the floor above, followed by the sound of her moving quickly around her room. That was his Sara, the woman who got excited over being part of a search party, or helping him process a rotting corpse rather than be wined and dined in some fancy restaurant; he had to admit he didn’t give her maturity enough credit sometimes.
Grissom felt happier and more content than he had in years, they could really do this, he could really have it all. He jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom feeling lighter than he had in a long time.
A/N: Thanks for reading guys, only two or threes more chapters to come.
Pairing: GSR (Of Course)
Rating: M (for the boldness)
Chapter: 7
Disclaimer: They're not mine; I'm just playing with them for a few minutes.
Summary: Add Grissom and Sara, to a road trip, plus a motel, add some UST, and a drop of angst and (Of Course) eventual boldness! Mix them all together and hey presto you end up with this Fic!
A/N: As always I would have nothing to post if it weren't for my clever beta and bestest friend in the whole wide world Dee, who tirelessly works to fix my messy ups! Thanks even though you are a Tramo of the highest order! Also I dedicate this fic to Hodiestoe, who was brave enough to follow her dream.
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Grissom closed the door of his motel room and smiled to himself, he had just done something totally irrational and completely out of
character not to mention breaking every rule he had made regarding his relationship with Sara, but damn it felt good.
Earlier that morning he had been so worried about the word date and all the implications that came with it, that he hadn’t allowed himself to just enjoy her company. It wasn’t until they were interrupted and the threat of losing her became all too real that he realised what a wasted opportunity it was.
This time he wouldn’t allow outside influences to distract him. He was still so unsure about where he wanted this thing between them to go and fear plagued his every thought regarding taking the next step with her; but he had finally gotten to a place when the thought of losing her outweighed the consequences of trying.
Despite the rush of adrenalin flowing through him, he could no longer fight the fatigue that wracked his body. He sat down on the bed and kicked off his shoes; he lay back closing his eyes and tried to relax. As he lay there, he could hear Sara moving around in the room above his; he smiled as a rush of giddiness bubbled inside him.
Eventually Grissom stood up and began to undress, his exhaustion making the simple task a laborious one; he removed his shirt and threw it over a nearby chair, then reaching into his bag he pulled out some sweat pants and a clean tee shirt. Once he was dressed in the sleepwear he settled into bed; rolling onto his side he tucked his hand under his pillow and lay there quietly waiting for sleep to claim him.
He was just beginning to doze when he heard a faint knock; he lay still unsure if he had imagined it or not but after a moment there was another louder rap on his door. Grunting his displeasure, he threw back the comforter and pulled his tired body out of bed. He slowly made his way to the door, rubbing his jaded eyes before peering through the peep hole; he wasn’t expecting to see Sara standing there. He checked his watch before pulling open the heavy door.
“Hi. Is everything okay?”
“No... Not really.” She said as she breezed by him, her mood unreadable.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” He asked slightly worried. It was only then he noticed she was wearing a pair of crime lab issue overalls.
“I can’t sleep. You know me, I hate motel rooms.” She was nervously wrapping her arms around her torso, her voice trembling slightly. Grissom studied her for a moment.
“Are you sure that’s all? I call the front desk and get you a different room...”
“No.” She said firmly, cutting him off. “You know what? This is ridiculous. I’m done pretending.” Sara said sounding a little desperate. “I don’t want to have to hide how I feel anymore. The truth is...” she paused for a moment and gathered her courage. “The truth is I ... I want you.”
Grissom was stunned to silence, he watched as her fingers began to toy with the top button on the dark jumpsuit. Panic washed over him.
“Sara I... ah... maybe you should go back to your...” his heart was thumping in his chest, as he tried to clear his muddled head, he felt paralysed as she popped the top button of the dark jumpsuit.
“I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with you.” She said as she continued to undo her buttons one at a time. Grissom’s mouth went dry as the front of her jumpsuit fell open. He could see she was topless beneath the heavy suit.
“Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamt of what it would feel like to kiss you, to touch you, to feel you inside me?” Sara said, her voice was uncontrollably trembling as she spoke.
“Sara please... don’t.”
“Don’t what Grissom? Don’t do what we’ve both fantasized about for years? Don’t give you what I know you want.” She said as she slipped the shoulders of the overalls down revealing her bare breasts.
“Jesus, Sara please, we can’t.” Grissom pleaded as he walked toward her reaching for the sides of her jumpsuit. Please stop this.” He begged as he tried to pull her overalls back into place.
“No.” Sara said as she grabbed his hand and placed it against the soft flesh of her right breast. “Tell me you haven’t dreamt about this.” She dared him as she pressed his hand firmly against her body, and leaned in to him; admit you want this as much as I do.”
She was almost purring against his ear, her hot breath sent shivers throughout his body coiling tightly in his belly; his waking flesh pulsed with her every word. Grissom wasn’t sure how it happened but she had managed to move them towards the bed and without warning she shoved hard against his broad chest; he lost his footing and fell backwards and bounced onto the soft mattress.
Sara didn’t waste time and straddled him effectively pinning him down; her sex resting flush atop his hardening body. She began to roll her hips and grind against his erection, the moist heat of her centre penetrating the soft material of his sweat pants.
She sat upright and offered him a sultry smile as she ran her hands over own body, cupping her breasts before pinching her puckered nipples between her fingers. He watched transfixed as she licked her lips and then slowly slid her hand downward into the crotch of her jumpsuit, he nearly lost it when she began to moan softly as she teased her own flesh.
“Do you know what I think about when I touch myself?” Sara asked as he felt her increase the pace of her fingers. He could barely speak and could only shake his head mesmerized by her mouth and the feather like touches of her fingers as they grazed against his thick hard shaft while they teased her body to release.
“I pretend it’s you.” She announced “I imagine it’s your hands touching me; your mouth lapping against my body.” Sara’s release was building and he could feel the air crackle around them, she was practically panting as she spoke, her eyes were glazed over with pleasure and lust.
Losing control, his hands found her hips and pulled her roughly against his throbbing length, he wanted to feel what she was feeling; to be deep inside her tight pussy, to revel in her moist heat as it swallowed his engorged flesh. She reached for his hand and brought it to her core.
“Touch me Gil.” She said almost breathless. “Please...”
Grissom was lost as he replaced her fingers with his own thick digits penetrating her hot core.
“Yesssss” she cried out as his finger curled inside her grazing her G spot.
He was overwhelmed with pleasure as her juices coated his hand. She was tighter than he ever imagined and she keened loudly as he pushed another finger between her plump folds while his thumb flicked lightly over the pearly flesh of her clit. Grissom watched as her face flushed with colour, her mouth dropped open releasing a guttural moan of sheer ecstasy as he skilfully worked her softest flesh. Sara began to roll her hips and grind against his hand, moaning his name, pleading for him not to stop.
He reached for her hand as he continued tease her body, and drew it to his own; Sara needed no further instruction and ran her hand along his impressive length, before slipping her long fingers beneath the elastic of his sweat pants; Grissom's whole body reacted as she cupped his balls before taking his impressive length in her grip and began to stroke him with expert proficiency.
He could feel his release building and knew it wouldn’t be long. He begged for her mouth, he craved her taste, he wanted it all, the feel her lips on his, to know how it felt to slide deep inside her, to bask in the vision her naked body as she writhed beneath his.
His orgasm knotted in his gut and he pleaded for her to stroke him harder, faster; she complied moaning his name, begging him to lose control as her own release threatened her.
“I want you to come; I want to watch as you lose control. I’m going to fuck you Gil, do you hear me? I’m going to tie you down and fuck you.”
Her aberrant choice of words were like a second hand around his throbbing body, he called out her name as his release washed over him, his body tensed and his eyes shot open just in time to feel his white hot seed coat the inside of his sweat pants. Grissom lay there breathless as he scanned the empty motel room.
His dream had been one of the most vivid he had encountered to date and it left him panting and trembling for her. He sat up in the bed and rested his back against the headboard, waiting for his heart rate to settle down. He glanced at his watch, it was almost three thirty, and he wondered if she was awake.
He was arguing with himself whether or not he should call her when his cell phone sprang to life. He checked the ID and moaned before answering.
“Grissom!”
“Dr Grissom, I hope I didn’t wake you.” Sheriff Foster’s voice was an unwelcome distraction.
“No sheriff you didn’t. What can I do for you?” Grissom was barely tolerating the lawman and was struggling to maintain civility.
“The rest of your buddies have arrived from Vegas and Mayor Mathews wants to get started right away.”
Grissom’s heart sank. “Fine, tell everyone to assemble at your office at four and we can assign designated areas for the search.” Grissom said before hanging up. He stared at the small device in his hand and sighed before dialling a familiar number.
“Sidle” Her sleepy voice raised a brief smile before the reality of the reason he was calling wiped it away.
“Hey, it’s... it’s me...Um... Grissom.” He said quietly.
“Hey, did I sleep in?” Sara asked as she struggled to sit up.
“No... No you didn’t, it’s still early.” He said, stalling the inevitable.
“Oh, you miss me that much huh?” He could practically hear the smile she was wearing.
“No... I mean...not that I don’t... It’s not that... Well it has something to do with that, but... Um.” Grissom felt muddled and frustrated, he didn’t
want to hurt her and yet he was sure she would assume his cancellation was due usual bout of panic and fear rather than Sheriff Fosters doing.
“Wow, I’m glad you cleared that up.” She said followed by a husky giggle. He smiled at her gibe and basked in the sound of her laughter for a moment before he spoke.
“I’m sorry, but something has come up, I’m afraid we’ll have to postpone our plans for this evening.” Grissom spoke calmly and quietly and when he was finished he closed his eyes expecting the worst, his heart thumped so loudly in his chest he was sure she could hear it.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” he repeated a little take aback.
“Yeah, okay.” Sara said again.
“Really?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yes, Grissom, really!" What? Were you expecting me to be pissed off or something?” She asked the playful lilt in her tone teasing him a little.
“No... Well yes actually, I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to disappoint you... again.” She could hear the sincerity in his tone and felt sorry for him.
“Look Gris, I wouldn’t expect you to stop doing your job just because we had a... I mean well because we made plans, it happens... and besides you said postpone not cancel which means you plan on having dinner with me at some point in the near future so, it’s cool.”
“Cool?” he said, feeling relieved.
“Yeah Gris, cool.” She said, laughing a little at his uncharacteristic use of the word. “Now, what’s up?”
Grissom relaxed completely and explained the situation, agreeing to meet her twenty minutes later at the car. He hung up and let out a long cleansing breath, chuckling when he heard a loud thump on the floor above, followed by the sound of her moving quickly around her room. That was his Sara, the woman who got excited over being part of a search party, or helping him process a rotting corpse rather than be wined and dined in some fancy restaurant; he had to admit he didn’t give her maturity enough credit sometimes.
Grissom felt happier and more content than he had in years, they could really do this, he could really have it all. He jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom feeling lighter than he had in a long time.
A/N: Thanks for reading guys, only two or threes more chapters to come.