FF: Unexpected Encounter (NC17)
I'm posting this here because I lost it when I changed internet providers. It was originally posted September 6, 2005.
Title: Unexpected Encounter
Author: ricker23
Summary: While working on a case, an unexpected encounter leads to fulfillment…of sorts.
Pairing: Grissom/Sara.
Rating: NC17.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters; they belong to someone else. I am merely borrowing them for a few moments.
A/N: Thanks to Cheryl, Joy and Eileen for your friendship, support and encouragement. Thanks to Danie for your advice. This story was started before the split shift and has been languishing on my computer for a year, begging to be finished. For the purposes of this story, the team still works together on the graveyard shift.
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Shift is almost over and it's been a relatively quiet night at the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Gil Grissom is sitting at his desk, going through the mountain of paperwork that is a constant for the Graveyard Supervisor.
Warrick and Nick are out on a double homicide that was just called in; they’re not expected to report back until next shift. Catherine and Greg are investigating a burglary of some expensive jewelry at a private residence.
The murder case Gil and Sara worked on a few days ago finally yielded a hit. Brass obtained a warrant and he and Sara had left before shift started to bring in the suspect. The warrant also covers an SUV belonging to the suspect and is being impounded and brought to the lab for processing.
In search of coffee, Grissom leaves the quiet of his office and heads towards the break room, perusing the file from his and Sara's case as he walks. He enters the break room and finds Catherine there, taking a sip from a cup. From her grimace, it's probably coffee from early in the shift and not some of Greg's special brew.
Without a greeting, he asks, "How's your case going, Catherine?" He continues walking over to the counter, puts his file down and pours a cup of coffee, mimicking Catherine's grimace after taking a sip. He puts the cup down on the counter and turns back toward Catherine. Leaning against the counter, with a lift of his brow, he waits for her to update him on her case.
"We just got back in and Greg is finishing up his report," Catherine answers with a grin. "Turns out it was the homeowners' youngest son. He ran up some huge gambling debts and his parents refused to bail him out anymore. He thought he would help himself to some of their jewelry and artwork. Left his fingerprints all over the place. Didn't even put up a defense when questioned by Detective Vartann. As soon as Greg is done, our report will be on your desk."
"Good. Nick and Warrick won't be back tonight. They're out on a case with Vega. We've finally got a break on our case. Sara and Brass are picking up a potential suspect and vehicle."
Catherine replies with a hint of humor, "So I heard." At Grissom's questioning glance, she admits, "I ran into Brass on my way in."
"Oh. I didn't realize they were back," Grissom responds with a slight frown, wondering why Sara hadn't come to find him yet. Though with the tension between him and Sara lately, he shouldn’t be surprised. Disappointed yes, surprised no.
Catherine gets up from the table and throws her cup in the trash. As she heads to the door, she glances over her shoulder and says, "Goodnight, Gil." She pauses before flashing him a smile and continues, "By the way, Sara's in the garage working on the car. See you tonight." With that, she saunters out the door and down the hallway. He can't see the smirk on her face.
Grissom pours the sludge called coffee down the drain, discards the cup and wanders out of the breakroom, case file in hand.
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In the garage, Sara is in her coveralls searching the interior of the car. Finding a few hair strands and some fibers, she collects and labels each piece of evidence. Using the ALS, she inspects the interior for blood and other evidence. Finding a few spots showing under the lighting, she photographs and then swabs for blood. She also finds semen and what she assumes to be vaginal fluid on the driver's seat. Those are also swabbed, labeled and ready to send to DNA.
Now finished with the interior of the SUV, Sara jacks the vehicle up to give her some moving space underneath. She turns the radio up a little louder and rock music booms from the speakers. Focused on searching the underside of the vehicle for dirt residue and any other trace, she doesn't hear the garage door open and close.
At the door, Grissom pauses and stares at the sight before him. All he can see is Sara's back as she stands beneath the SUV. Even in her standard issue coveralls, she has the ability to take his breath away. As Sara stretches to look at something, her coveralls tighten over her shapely bottom. Red-hot desire shoots straight to his groin and his cock hardens and strains against the fly of his pants.
As he continues to watch her work, his mind begins to drift and he reaches behind him and locks the door. He moves slowly and intently toward the vehicle. The music is loud but not as loud as his heart pounding in his chest and the drumming in his ears. He steps under the car directly beside Sara.
Startled by the sudden movement beside her, she jerks and bangs her forehead on one of the tires. "Ouch. Dammit, Grissom, you scared me half to death!" she retorts angrily, piercing him with a frown.
"I'm sorry, Sara. I didn't mean to startle you. I guess you didn't hear me come in." He is looking at her forehead, seeing a red spot already appearing. "Are you alright? You hit your head pretty hard."
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Sara mutters, "I'm fine, Grissom. Need something?"
With a sigh, he answers, "Not specifically. I just wanted to know if you found anything yet. Why didn't you find me when you got back?"
"Because I wanted to see what we had first. I certainly wouldn't want to bother you -"
Before she can continue, Grissom grabs her and pulls her to him. He slowly eases his mouth to her startled lips. Just as they are about to touch, Sara closes her eyes. At the first touch of his lips on hers, she snaps her eyes open again. His blue eyes are staring back at her, watching her. With a shudder, she kisses him back hungrily. Years of frustration, desire and need are reduced to this moment. No words are spoken as they devour each other, lips melding as one, eyes never leaving each other.
Grissom increases the pressure of his lips and his tongue seeks entrance into her mouth, which she grants. He gasps at the electric touch of his tongue on hers. They continue kissing with reckless abandon, tongues dueling and hands everywhere, seeking and caressing each other.
When they finally draw away from each other, Grissom moves his hand to the zipper of her coveralls, never taking his eyes off her. He quickly slides it all the way down, pushing the coveralls off her shoulders and they pool around her ankles. Sara is wearing nothing but a lavender tank top and matching underwear. His breathing quickens at the rosy nipples showing through her sheer top.
As they continue kissing, he gently lowers them both to the floor, quickly snagging her coveralls to put beneath her. With a shaky hand, he reaches out to cup her breast. Sara moans at the touch and arches her back, thrusting her breasts deeper into his hands. He gently kneads them for a few moments, all the while continuing to kiss her, wetly, deeply, passionately.
Dragging his lips from hers, he drops his head and lowers his mouth to her breast, gently sucking through the fabric. His hand continues its exploration of her other breast while Sara writhes beneath him, opening her legs slightly. He moves over her, settling between her thighs and she wraps her legs around his hips, bringing his erection snug against her. He can feel her heat enveloping him. Her arms snake around his neck, and she runs her fingers through his hair.
When she suddenly moves beneath him, Grissom lifts his head in confusion and alarm. Then, seeing her struggle to remove her top, he helps her tug the offending scrap of cloth over her head. He stares in admiration at the sight before him. With a groan, Grissom drops his open mouth back to her bare breast, igniting her with his touch. His tongue swirls around the taut nipple for a few strokes before he gently tugs it between his teeth. His hand continues to knead her other breast, his fingertips gliding over her hard nipple.
Wrapping her arms around him again, she runs her fingers lightly up and down his back, causing him to shiver and groan against her breast. He moves his lips to the other breast, his tongue circling around the sensitive flesh until her breathing is ragged and she thrusts her hips up toward his. His hand glides down her side and he rubs his fingers in light, gentle circles across her stomach. When his fingers scrape the top of her lacy underwear, he looks up at her, silently seeking her permission to continue. At her quick nod, he slides her underwear down and tosses it aside.
Eyes heavy with desire, he gazes in awe at the sight before him: Sara, the object of his fantasies, naked, watching him with equally heavy eyes. He runs his hands down her sides, lightly stroking down her slender hips, then gliding his hands down her thighs. Swallowing hard, he gently pushes her thighs apart, revealing her glistening mound. His hands slightly shaking, he runs them back up the insides of her thighs and around her hips, then gently strokes his fingers through her silky curls to her moist heat.
As his fingers work their magic between her legs, Sara unbuttons his shirt and begins stroking his smooth chest, lingering on his nipples. While she continues her exploration of his body, he shifts and pulls away from her. When his lips and tongue replace his fingers, she lets out a strangled cry. As he glides his tongue up and down between her slick folds, he lifts her closer, pulling her harder against his mouth. As his lips and tongue continue their sweet assault on her, her moans gets louder, and she brings her hands up to her own breasts and begins to knead them as she moves restlessly against his mouth. Placing a hand on her abdomen to hold her steady, he uses his free hand to spread her folds open and begins stroking her clit with his tongue, licking and swirling around the sensitive flesh. Her skin is soft against the roughness of his beard.
Sensing she is close, Grissom begins sucking lightly on her swollen nub and inserts one finger, then another inside her and sets up a quick pumping rhythm. With a choked sob, her body convulses around his fingers and she comes hard.
As she drifts back, Grissom kisses his way back up her sweaty body, pausing to pay homage to each breast once again before fastening his lips to hers. He shudders as Sara runs her hands lightly up and down his arms and strokes his damp chest, while he continues to make love to her mouth.
Wrapping her arms and legs securely around him, she shifts and soon has Grissom on his back. Sitting astride him, she leans down and devours his mouth with hers, before continuing her journey to his eyelids, cheeks and finally on the sensitive flesh of his neck. He shivers as she nibbles her way down his muscular chest to his nipple, teasing it with light feathery kisses. As she moves lower, Grissom puts his hands in her hair and rubs her scalp gently. When she reaches his navel, she twirls her tongue around and inside the crevice. Grissom's hands tighten in her hair and his guttural groan echoes in the garage.
She unbuttons and unzips his pants and begins to lower them. He lifts his hips as she pulls his pants and boxers over his raging erection and helps as she begins to tugs them down. He kicks his shoes off, and together they make quick work of divesting him of his clothing. She wraps her hand around his cock, caressing him with firm strokes. He closes his eyes as she continues stroking his rock-hard shaft, lost in the sensations she is creating.
When he feels her mouth grazing the sensitive head of his cock, he opens his eyes and watches with desire as she kisses and strokes him with her lips and tongue. It's a vision he has fantasized about many times before, most often as he masterbated. Picking up the pace, she kneads his heavy balls. Knowing he likely will not be able to last much longer, he tries to think of anything but the feel of her mouth on him, her lips kissing up one side of his hard shaft and down the other, her tongue twirling around the sensitive tip.
When she takes him fully into her mouth, he gasps at the intense pleasure rippling up through his body. He knows he should stop her before he loses all control, but he selfishly relishes the feel of her mouth around him. His stomach tenses and his hands grasp her head holding her to him as she begins to suck greedily, and he thrusts jerkily inside her mouth. Feeling his control slipping fast, he gently tugs on her head. Sara stops her ministrations and looks up at him. His eyes dark with raw desire, he pulls her up his body and wraps his arms around her in a tight embrace, kissing her passionately.
With quick movement, he flips them so that she is once again under him. Reaching down to stroke between her folds to make sure she is ready to receive him, he is amazed at how wet she is. He braces his trembling arms as he positions himself between her legs. Reaching down, he grips his cock and guides himself to her entrance. With one swift stroke he drives into her, pausing to allow her to adjust to him, savoring the feeling of being completely engulfed in her heat.
When Sara starts to move beneath him, he begins thrusting, pulling almost completely out and surging back into her. He sets a rhythm that soon has them both struggling for air. She runs her hands up and down his back, her fingernails lightly scraping his sweaty skin. She grabs his buttocks and pulls him to her forcefully. He leans down and kisses her, his tongue mimicking his thrusts, which become quicker and harder, slamming into her with reckless abandon. She meets him stroke for stroke, wrapping her legs tightly around him, bringing him deeper inside her.
Their loud moans are muffled by the music as they race toward completion. Feeling her muscles tensing around his engorged cock, he reaches between them and begins stroking her clit. With a muffled scream, Sara spasms beneath him as her orgasm washes over her in waves. Grissom continues his relentless thrusting through her orgasm, her contractions milking him. Losing his last ounce of control, with a feral growl he slams into her one final time, shuddering with the intensity as he comes violently, releasing his hot seed deep within her. After a few more pulses, with sweat pouring off his face he collapses on top of her, breathless and spent. Their bodies slick with sweat, foreheads touching, they gaze deep into the other's eyes in wonderment, smiling shyly and softly kissing, hands stroking each other soothingly.
As their breathing slowly returns to normal, Grissom whispers the first words since they began this dance, "God, Sara, I…"
Simultaneously, Sara begins to speak with a husky voice, "Grissom…"
*** *** ***
"Grissom? Grissom? Can you hear me? Are you all right?"
Startled from his daydream, for a moment he can't remember where he is. But he knows he hears Sara speaking his name. Then reality hits hard. He glances around to see he's in the garage at the lab and Sara is standing in front of him with a worried expression on her face. He has no idea how long he's been standing there. Watching her. Wanting her. Coming out of his fog, he realizes he is fully aroused. Thankful for the folder in his hand, he quickly lowers it, hoping to hide from her the obvious evidence of his wayward thoughts.
When he still doesn't answer her, Sara puts a hand on his shoulder and asks again, concern evident in her voice, "Grissom, are you okay?"
Looking away, he blinks rapidly a few times to try and regain some semblance of control. With a quick shake of his head, he glances toward her, but doesn’t quite meet her eyes as he answers hoarsely, "Yes, Sara, I'm fine. I just…um…" He pauses to clear his throat before continuing, "I wanted to see if you had made any progress. On processing the vehicle, I mean."
She answers hesitantly, "Well, I found some hair and fibers inside the vehicle. Also found some blood on the passenger side but it's only a small amount."
Watching for any reaction, she continues, "I also found semen and what I am pretty sure are vaginal secretions on the driver's seat. We won't know anything definitive until the samples have been processed. I was just getting to the underside of the vehicle when you came in."
"Oh, okay then," Grissom replies distractedly. "Let me know what you find." With that, he turns and heads toward the door.
Sara smiles and watches him walk away, fully aware of the reason for his discomfort. She is a trained investigator after all, and it would take a blind person to miss that particularly prominent piece of evidence! With a smirk, she mutters to herself, "Hum…Maybe there's hope after all. He's not as unaffected as he wants me to think he is." Smiling broadly, she turns back to the vehicle and continues her search for more evidence, humming along to the song on the radio.
THE END
Title: Unexpected Encounter
Author: ricker23
Summary: While working on a case, an unexpected encounter leads to fulfillment…of sorts.
Pairing: Grissom/Sara.
Rating: NC17.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters; they belong to someone else. I am merely borrowing them for a few moments.
A/N: Thanks to Cheryl, Joy and Eileen for your friendship, support and encouragement. Thanks to Danie for your advice. This story was started before the split shift and has been languishing on my computer for a year, begging to be finished. For the purposes of this story, the team still works together on the graveyard shift.
*** *** ***
Shift is almost over and it's been a relatively quiet night at the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Gil Grissom is sitting at his desk, going through the mountain of paperwork that is a constant for the Graveyard Supervisor.
Warrick and Nick are out on a double homicide that was just called in; they’re not expected to report back until next shift. Catherine and Greg are investigating a burglary of some expensive jewelry at a private residence.
The murder case Gil and Sara worked on a few days ago finally yielded a hit. Brass obtained a warrant and he and Sara had left before shift started to bring in the suspect. The warrant also covers an SUV belonging to the suspect and is being impounded and brought to the lab for processing.
In search of coffee, Grissom leaves the quiet of his office and heads towards the break room, perusing the file from his and Sara's case as he walks. He enters the break room and finds Catherine there, taking a sip from a cup. From her grimace, it's probably coffee from early in the shift and not some of Greg's special brew.
Without a greeting, he asks, "How's your case going, Catherine?" He continues walking over to the counter, puts his file down and pours a cup of coffee, mimicking Catherine's grimace after taking a sip. He puts the cup down on the counter and turns back toward Catherine. Leaning against the counter, with a lift of his brow, he waits for her to update him on her case.
"We just got back in and Greg is finishing up his report," Catherine answers with a grin. "Turns out it was the homeowners' youngest son. He ran up some huge gambling debts and his parents refused to bail him out anymore. He thought he would help himself to some of their jewelry and artwork. Left his fingerprints all over the place. Didn't even put up a defense when questioned by Detective Vartann. As soon as Greg is done, our report will be on your desk."
"Good. Nick and Warrick won't be back tonight. They're out on a case with Vega. We've finally got a break on our case. Sara and Brass are picking up a potential suspect and vehicle."
Catherine replies with a hint of humor, "So I heard." At Grissom's questioning glance, she admits, "I ran into Brass on my way in."
"Oh. I didn't realize they were back," Grissom responds with a slight frown, wondering why Sara hadn't come to find him yet. Though with the tension between him and Sara lately, he shouldn’t be surprised. Disappointed yes, surprised no.
Catherine gets up from the table and throws her cup in the trash. As she heads to the door, she glances over her shoulder and says, "Goodnight, Gil." She pauses before flashing him a smile and continues, "By the way, Sara's in the garage working on the car. See you tonight." With that, she saunters out the door and down the hallway. He can't see the smirk on her face.
Grissom pours the sludge called coffee down the drain, discards the cup and wanders out of the breakroom, case file in hand.
*** *** ***
In the garage, Sara is in her coveralls searching the interior of the car. Finding a few hair strands and some fibers, she collects and labels each piece of evidence. Using the ALS, she inspects the interior for blood and other evidence. Finding a few spots showing under the lighting, she photographs and then swabs for blood. She also finds semen and what she assumes to be vaginal fluid on the driver's seat. Those are also swabbed, labeled and ready to send to DNA.
Now finished with the interior of the SUV, Sara jacks the vehicle up to give her some moving space underneath. She turns the radio up a little louder and rock music booms from the speakers. Focused on searching the underside of the vehicle for dirt residue and any other trace, she doesn't hear the garage door open and close.
At the door, Grissom pauses and stares at the sight before him. All he can see is Sara's back as she stands beneath the SUV. Even in her standard issue coveralls, she has the ability to take his breath away. As Sara stretches to look at something, her coveralls tighten over her shapely bottom. Red-hot desire shoots straight to his groin and his cock hardens and strains against the fly of his pants.
As he continues to watch her work, his mind begins to drift and he reaches behind him and locks the door. He moves slowly and intently toward the vehicle. The music is loud but not as loud as his heart pounding in his chest and the drumming in his ears. He steps under the car directly beside Sara.
Startled by the sudden movement beside her, she jerks and bangs her forehead on one of the tires. "Ouch. Dammit, Grissom, you scared me half to death!" she retorts angrily, piercing him with a frown.
"I'm sorry, Sara. I didn't mean to startle you. I guess you didn't hear me come in." He is looking at her forehead, seeing a red spot already appearing. "Are you alright? You hit your head pretty hard."
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Sara mutters, "I'm fine, Grissom. Need something?"
With a sigh, he answers, "Not specifically. I just wanted to know if you found anything yet. Why didn't you find me when you got back?"
"Because I wanted to see what we had first. I certainly wouldn't want to bother you -"
Before she can continue, Grissom grabs her and pulls her to him. He slowly eases his mouth to her startled lips. Just as they are about to touch, Sara closes her eyes. At the first touch of his lips on hers, she snaps her eyes open again. His blue eyes are staring back at her, watching her. With a shudder, she kisses him back hungrily. Years of frustration, desire and need are reduced to this moment. No words are spoken as they devour each other, lips melding as one, eyes never leaving each other.
Grissom increases the pressure of his lips and his tongue seeks entrance into her mouth, which she grants. He gasps at the electric touch of his tongue on hers. They continue kissing with reckless abandon, tongues dueling and hands everywhere, seeking and caressing each other.
When they finally draw away from each other, Grissom moves his hand to the zipper of her coveralls, never taking his eyes off her. He quickly slides it all the way down, pushing the coveralls off her shoulders and they pool around her ankles. Sara is wearing nothing but a lavender tank top and matching underwear. His breathing quickens at the rosy nipples showing through her sheer top.
As they continue kissing, he gently lowers them both to the floor, quickly snagging her coveralls to put beneath her. With a shaky hand, he reaches out to cup her breast. Sara moans at the touch and arches her back, thrusting her breasts deeper into his hands. He gently kneads them for a few moments, all the while continuing to kiss her, wetly, deeply, passionately.
Dragging his lips from hers, he drops his head and lowers his mouth to her breast, gently sucking through the fabric. His hand continues its exploration of her other breast while Sara writhes beneath him, opening her legs slightly. He moves over her, settling between her thighs and she wraps her legs around his hips, bringing his erection snug against her. He can feel her heat enveloping him. Her arms snake around his neck, and she runs her fingers through his hair.
When she suddenly moves beneath him, Grissom lifts his head in confusion and alarm. Then, seeing her struggle to remove her top, he helps her tug the offending scrap of cloth over her head. He stares in admiration at the sight before him. With a groan, Grissom drops his open mouth back to her bare breast, igniting her with his touch. His tongue swirls around the taut nipple for a few strokes before he gently tugs it between his teeth. His hand continues to knead her other breast, his fingertips gliding over her hard nipple.
Wrapping her arms around him again, she runs her fingers lightly up and down his back, causing him to shiver and groan against her breast. He moves his lips to the other breast, his tongue circling around the sensitive flesh until her breathing is ragged and she thrusts her hips up toward his. His hand glides down her side and he rubs his fingers in light, gentle circles across her stomach. When his fingers scrape the top of her lacy underwear, he looks up at her, silently seeking her permission to continue. At her quick nod, he slides her underwear down and tosses it aside.
Eyes heavy with desire, he gazes in awe at the sight before him: Sara, the object of his fantasies, naked, watching him with equally heavy eyes. He runs his hands down her sides, lightly stroking down her slender hips, then gliding his hands down her thighs. Swallowing hard, he gently pushes her thighs apart, revealing her glistening mound. His hands slightly shaking, he runs them back up the insides of her thighs and around her hips, then gently strokes his fingers through her silky curls to her moist heat.
As his fingers work their magic between her legs, Sara unbuttons his shirt and begins stroking his smooth chest, lingering on his nipples. While she continues her exploration of his body, he shifts and pulls away from her. When his lips and tongue replace his fingers, she lets out a strangled cry. As he glides his tongue up and down between her slick folds, he lifts her closer, pulling her harder against his mouth. As his lips and tongue continue their sweet assault on her, her moans gets louder, and she brings her hands up to her own breasts and begins to knead them as she moves restlessly against his mouth. Placing a hand on her abdomen to hold her steady, he uses his free hand to spread her folds open and begins stroking her clit with his tongue, licking and swirling around the sensitive flesh. Her skin is soft against the roughness of his beard.
Sensing she is close, Grissom begins sucking lightly on her swollen nub and inserts one finger, then another inside her and sets up a quick pumping rhythm. With a choked sob, her body convulses around his fingers and she comes hard.
As she drifts back, Grissom kisses his way back up her sweaty body, pausing to pay homage to each breast once again before fastening his lips to hers. He shudders as Sara runs her hands lightly up and down his arms and strokes his damp chest, while he continues to make love to her mouth.
Wrapping her arms and legs securely around him, she shifts and soon has Grissom on his back. Sitting astride him, she leans down and devours his mouth with hers, before continuing her journey to his eyelids, cheeks and finally on the sensitive flesh of his neck. He shivers as she nibbles her way down his muscular chest to his nipple, teasing it with light feathery kisses. As she moves lower, Grissom puts his hands in her hair and rubs her scalp gently. When she reaches his navel, she twirls her tongue around and inside the crevice. Grissom's hands tighten in her hair and his guttural groan echoes in the garage.
She unbuttons and unzips his pants and begins to lower them. He lifts his hips as she pulls his pants and boxers over his raging erection and helps as she begins to tugs them down. He kicks his shoes off, and together they make quick work of divesting him of his clothing. She wraps her hand around his cock, caressing him with firm strokes. He closes his eyes as she continues stroking his rock-hard shaft, lost in the sensations she is creating.
When he feels her mouth grazing the sensitive head of his cock, he opens his eyes and watches with desire as she kisses and strokes him with her lips and tongue. It's a vision he has fantasized about many times before, most often as he masterbated. Picking up the pace, she kneads his heavy balls. Knowing he likely will not be able to last much longer, he tries to think of anything but the feel of her mouth on him, her lips kissing up one side of his hard shaft and down the other, her tongue twirling around the sensitive tip.
When she takes him fully into her mouth, he gasps at the intense pleasure rippling up through his body. He knows he should stop her before he loses all control, but he selfishly relishes the feel of her mouth around him. His stomach tenses and his hands grasp her head holding her to him as she begins to suck greedily, and he thrusts jerkily inside her mouth. Feeling his control slipping fast, he gently tugs on her head. Sara stops her ministrations and looks up at him. His eyes dark with raw desire, he pulls her up his body and wraps his arms around her in a tight embrace, kissing her passionately.
With quick movement, he flips them so that she is once again under him. Reaching down to stroke between her folds to make sure she is ready to receive him, he is amazed at how wet she is. He braces his trembling arms as he positions himself between her legs. Reaching down, he grips his cock and guides himself to her entrance. With one swift stroke he drives into her, pausing to allow her to adjust to him, savoring the feeling of being completely engulfed in her heat.
When Sara starts to move beneath him, he begins thrusting, pulling almost completely out and surging back into her. He sets a rhythm that soon has them both struggling for air. She runs her hands up and down his back, her fingernails lightly scraping his sweaty skin. She grabs his buttocks and pulls him to her forcefully. He leans down and kisses her, his tongue mimicking his thrusts, which become quicker and harder, slamming into her with reckless abandon. She meets him stroke for stroke, wrapping her legs tightly around him, bringing him deeper inside her.
Their loud moans are muffled by the music as they race toward completion. Feeling her muscles tensing around his engorged cock, he reaches between them and begins stroking her clit. With a muffled scream, Sara spasms beneath him as her orgasm washes over her in waves. Grissom continues his relentless thrusting through her orgasm, her contractions milking him. Losing his last ounce of control, with a feral growl he slams into her one final time, shuddering with the intensity as he comes violently, releasing his hot seed deep within her. After a few more pulses, with sweat pouring off his face he collapses on top of her, breathless and spent. Their bodies slick with sweat, foreheads touching, they gaze deep into the other's eyes in wonderment, smiling shyly and softly kissing, hands stroking each other soothingly.
As their breathing slowly returns to normal, Grissom whispers the first words since they began this dance, "God, Sara, I…"
Simultaneously, Sara begins to speak with a husky voice, "Grissom…"
*** *** ***
"Grissom? Grissom? Can you hear me? Are you all right?"
Startled from his daydream, for a moment he can't remember where he is. But he knows he hears Sara speaking his name. Then reality hits hard. He glances around to see he's in the garage at the lab and Sara is standing in front of him with a worried expression on her face. He has no idea how long he's been standing there. Watching her. Wanting her. Coming out of his fog, he realizes he is fully aroused. Thankful for the folder in his hand, he quickly lowers it, hoping to hide from her the obvious evidence of his wayward thoughts.
When he still doesn't answer her, Sara puts a hand on his shoulder and asks again, concern evident in her voice, "Grissom, are you okay?"
Looking away, he blinks rapidly a few times to try and regain some semblance of control. With a quick shake of his head, he glances toward her, but doesn’t quite meet her eyes as he answers hoarsely, "Yes, Sara, I'm fine. I just…um…" He pauses to clear his throat before continuing, "I wanted to see if you had made any progress. On processing the vehicle, I mean."
She answers hesitantly, "Well, I found some hair and fibers inside the vehicle. Also found some blood on the passenger side but it's only a small amount."
Watching for any reaction, she continues, "I also found semen and what I am pretty sure are vaginal secretions on the driver's seat. We won't know anything definitive until the samples have been processed. I was just getting to the underside of the vehicle when you came in."
"Oh, okay then," Grissom replies distractedly. "Let me know what you find." With that, he turns and heads toward the door.
Sara smiles and watches him walk away, fully aware of the reason for his discomfort. She is a trained investigator after all, and it would take a blind person to miss that particularly prominent piece of evidence! With a smirk, she mutters to herself, "Hum…Maybe there's hope after all. He's not as unaffected as he wants me to think he is." Smiling broadly, she turns back to the vehicle and continues her search for more evidence, humming along to the song on the radio.
THE END