AFFLICTION - Chapter 6

[sidle77]

Affliction - Chapter 6
Title: Affliction
Author: sidle77
Rating: Nc-17 (for violence, adult situations and sexual content)
Pairing: GSR
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own them, any of them and will give back once I’m done playing. CBS owns all (but not my idea!)
Summary: Grissom and Sara finally find the happiness that they deserve but what will happen when the cause of their worst nightmares returns to finish what she started?
Spoilers: Anything and everything
Status: WIP
A/N: This is a follow up to Retribution and is set in an A/U. Please note there is no C/D in this story. Massive and gracious thanks to smacky30 and losingntrnslatn for being my knights in shinning armour and doing an amazing beta. Your help and advice is worth more to me than you know! Any mistakes from here on in are all mine.

Chapter 6

Grissom paid the bill at reception. “Thank you,” he said as he put his wallet in his pocket and turned away.

The clerk’s eyes grew wide when he saw the hefty tip Grissom had added to the bill. “Thank you, sir!”

Grissom smiled and nodded as he took Sara’s hand and led her outside. The same Rolls Royce they had used the day before awaited them.

“Gil!” Sara’s eyes flew to him... “You didn’t have to do this. We could take a cab.”

Grissom looked her. “When will we ever do this again? Let me spoil you.”

Sara blushed. “Okay.”

Their friends crowded around them as the driver opened the car door. Sara knelt next to Michael who was still happily fascinated by his ant.

“Mikey, give Mommy a hug.”

Michael smiled and wrapped one chubby arm around Sara’s neck, being careful not to squash his new friend.

“Now, you be a good boy for Claire while we’re gone, okay?”

Michael nodded.

“Good boy. Now, give daddy a hug.” Sara said, pressing a kiss to his soft curls.

Grissom bent and lifted Michael into his arms.

“Be good champ, and you can have a big treat when Mommy and Daddy get back.”

Michael nodded furiously when he heard the word treat. “I be a good boy.”

Grissom ruffled his hair. “I know you will.”

“We’ll see you guys in a few days,” Grissom said while ushering Sara into the car.

Everybody waved as the car pulled off. Grissom and Sara waved through the back window, heading for what would be one of the happiest, most memorable times of their life…..

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Sara buckled herself in, ready for takeoff, and Grissom followed suit. The plane trundled down the runway, and they were in the air.

“I still can’t believe you’ve done this.”

Grissom smiled. “Well maybe when we land, this could warrant one of those little ‘something’s’ you said you were going to give me.”

Sara grinned and licked her lips slowly. Grissom watched intently as her mouth called to him, a sudden heat building in his groin. He groaned as her hand slid from his knee to his crotch, squeezing gently. He shifted in his seat and moved his in flight magazine, shifting to cover her hand.

Sara glanced down at the magazine. “Anything interesting in there?” She continued to tease him.

“Huh?”

“You know, maybe what it’s like to be stimulated at thirty-five thousand feet?”

“What?” Grissom’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes heavy.

“You know, you never did get me that subscription.”

Something finally clicked and Grissom remembered the conversation they’d had years ago about sexual encounters on a plane. Under the magazine Sara squeezed a little harder.

“Are you sure you read about that in a magazine babe? It wasn’t from personal experience?”

“Sara….” He hissed.

“Yes?” She grinned.

“You…erm…need to stop.” Sara began to run her hand lightly along his length and Grissom closed his eyes, swallowing hard.

“Are you sure?”

“Yyyyessss.” He strained.

BONG! - The seatbelt sign blinked off and Grissom’s eyes shot open. He quickly unclipped his belt and stood, holding the magazine over his crotch to hide his excitement.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he said quickly, needing to escape from Sara’s tormenting touch.

Sara chuckled as he hurried down the aisle. Grissom closed the door and let out a heavy sigh. He was about to bolt it when suddenly he felt somebody pushing against it. He stumbled backwards, shocked as the door hit him, squashing him against the sink. Sara pushed her way in and locked the door behind her.

“Sara! What are you doing?” His words hissed between his teeth.

“Shhhh!” She whispered grabbing onto his belt.

Realizing her intentions, his eyes widened. He placed his hands quickly over hers halting her actions. “Sara! We can’t do this here.”

She looked into his eyes. “Why not?”

Grissom looked around. “Because we are in a bathroom, on a plane, with a hundred other people...?”

“So? Come on honey…” Sara pouted. “Don’t you want one of your ‘surprises’? Plus, don’t tell me your not curious about the…you know...the mile high club... You never did get to test your theory...” She smiled broadly.

Grissom’s mouth twitched along with his cock. After considerable thought he released her hands and allowed her to continue. She grinned wickedly and manoeuvred until they had switched positions. She sat on the toilet lid, unbuckled his belt and tugged down the zipper, never taking her eyes from his. He watched intently as she slid her hand inside. Grissom grunted as her hand squeezed gently, straining not to thrust into her. Taking his hard flesh she encircled him in her palm and the most torturous hand job he could ever remember commenced. He looked down to meet her sparkling eyes and grinning face.

“Do you like that?”

Grissom nodded dumbly, completely captivated by her touch. Sara continued to stroke him, so slowly. It was delightful torture.

“I owe you a little something from last night. Would you like it?”

He nodded again. Sara gripped his pants and boxers, pulling them down slightly until they rested just above his knees. She smirked as his glorious erection bobbed forward.

He watched, transfixed, as her tongue snaked out to flick over his tip. She slowly licked down his full length and back up. Grissom’s chest rose and fell in quick spurts as his hands moved to her shoulders. She took him gently in her mouth ready to give him an in-flight experience he wouldn’t soon forget. His hands gripped her shoulders harder as she began bobbing up and down. 
“Honey….god…Sara…shit…” He rambled as his eyes slammed shut.

The heat burning wildly inside him was reaching its boiling point. She began humming against him and his control began to slip. His hands moved to her hair and he held on for dear life as his hips began to move along with her. He thrust into her mouth, he couldn’t help it. She mimicked his movements perfectly but when she reached up and tenderly squeezed his balls…that was his downfall.

“Ssssara…gonna come….honey…”  His hips bucked forward sharply and he shot his load into his wife’s welcoming mouth. “Gharrr! Fuck!” He groaned as she sucked every drop from him.

Slowly and carefully she licked him clean. She loved the taste of Grissom and could never get enough. That musky, saltiness was all him, and he was all hers. She would never get tired of taking him. His hands softly massaged her scalp as he slumped forward, doing his best to stay standing.

“Jesus Sara!”

Sara chuckled as she pulled his pants back up and tenderly did up his fly, tapping quickly on his now softening member. She licked her lips as he looked down into her eyes. He pulled her into a tight embrace kissing her ferociously.

“Hmmmmm,” she moaned into him. He could taste himself on her tongue.

Sara reluctantly pulled away. “We should go back to our seat.” She gasped. “There may be a line. ”

Grissom looked a little disappointed. “Oh? I don’t get to give you anything?”

Sara smiled and shuffled around him to the door. “Maybe later.”

“Maybe?”

“Okay.  Definitely later.”

Grissom grinned as Sara unlocked the door and peeked outside.

“Okay, all clear.” She grabbed his hand and yanked him quickly out of the bathroom with her. Looking around to make sure no one had spotted them they nonchalantly headed back to their seats as if nothing ever happened.

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Grissom grinned happily as he walked out of the airport. His fingers were firmly entwined with Sara’s as the Hawaiian sun greeted them. They both slipped on their sunglasses as Grissom pulled Sara towards the pick up area.

“Um, honey, aren’t we forgetting something?” Sara asked.

“What?”

“Our bags.”

Grissom smiled. “All taken care of,” he said, tugging her towards a waiting limousine.

Sara stopped and her jaw dropped. “Gil, you didn’t? Please tell me you didn’t.”

She looked at him and he smiled. He pulled her into an embrace, his arms sliding around her waist. She felt herself choke on a slight sob.

“This is too much…”

“Why….? Am I not allowed to spoil you any more?”

“Yeah…but…”

“But what?”

Sara felt herself melting. Just the way he looked at her made her tingle. One look from this man could make her weak.

“Nothing. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

“Well I thought you had that on the plane. Now…now it’s my turn.”

“Huh?”

“Get in and I’ll show you.”

Grissom frowned, a little confused, but Sara just chuckled and took his hand once again, pulling him towards the limo. The driver opened the door for the couple.

“Good afternoon Ma’am. Sir.” He tipped his cap.

Sara giggled slightly as she pulled Grissom into the car.

“Thank you.” Grissom said as she dragged him inside.

As soon as the door was closed Sara launched herself onto her husband, smothering his lips with hers.

“Hmpphhhhhh.” He gasped into her mouth before pulling away quickly. The car started and they pulled away. “Sara! What are you doing?”

Sara smirked. “What does it look like?” She tried to grab his belt.

He grabbed her hands tightly. “We can’t…”

“Why?”

Grissom looked around, his grip not faltering. “Really honey? Take a guess.”

“Aw come on, you let me play on the plane.”

Grissom stood firm. “No Sara. We are only 10 minutes from the resort and…I can’t do it in here.”

Sara sat back and pouted. “So I don’t get my something then?”

Grissom felt a pang of guilt wash through his body and sighed. Sara tried not to grin, she knew any chance of getting him to do anything in the limo was few and far between but she could tease him, just a little.

She looked through the window at the glorious Hawaiian scenery flashing by. Every few seconds her eyes flicked back to her husband, waiting for her opportunity.

“Wow! Have you seen this view?”

Grissom looked through his window. The ocean looked amazing. “Yeah it’s….”

Sara jumped from her seat and straddled his lap while he was distracted.

“Sara!” Grissom yelped in shock as her thighs spread over him.

Sara grinned devilishly.

“Yes?” She mewed.

“Sara please! What are doing?” She rolled her hips a little causing Grissom to groan.

She flicked her tongue lightly over his bottom lip. “What does it look like?” She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him wildly.

Grissom found his pants suddenly felt very constricting as he pulled away dizzily.

“Ssssara…..”

Sara rolled her hips once again feeling Grissom hardening beneath her. She slipped a hand between them her lips moving to nip his ear.

“You’re hard…”

Grissom grunted and thrust into her palm, his eyes locked with hers. As much as he hated to admit it he was mesmerized. Putty in her hands. He kissed her…hard.

They were so engrossed in each other that they didn’t notice their arrival at the resort and the car slowing to a halt.

The car door opened and the driver cleared his throat innocently, turning his glance away from the newlyweds in the back seat.

Their lips quickly parted and Grissom’s eyes shot to the driver. He could feel his cheeks burning a darker shade of crimson.

Sara dug her head into his shoulder and giggled. “I think we’re here babe.”

“Oh you think?”

“I’ll get the bags for you sir, you take your time.” The driver said attempting to keep a straight face.

Sara climbed off Grissom’s lap and stroked his cheek. His mouth was agape; he couldn’t believe he’d been caught necking in the back of a limo like a teenager. That and the fact he now had a ‘huge’ problem wasn’t helping his sense of humour.

Sara laughed briefly and opened her door. “Come one…” She chuckled.

Grissom shot her the look of death before peering down to his bulge. “Like this?” He whispered.

Sara followed his glance and struggled to hold in her grin. “Unless you plan on staying in the car.”

Grissom didn’t move.

“Are you coming?”

“I can’t, not like this. Look what you did to me!”

“Yes you can.” Sara picked up her purse, grabbed his arm and tugged him from the car.

Two bell boys waiting outside the reception entrance hurried towards them to collect their luggage.

Grissom felt his heart pound as they approached. There was nothing hiding his current predicament. He quickly pulled Sara’s purse from her grasp and held it over his thighs.
She tried so hard not to laugh. Grissom glared at her.

“I don’t quite think that’s your colour babe.” Sara chuckled.

One of the bell boys eyed Grissom up from head to toe.

“Hmmm”, he whispered to himself. “Nice bag sir…would you like me to take it for you? Although I do have to say, it is soooo you.”

Grissom’s mouth fell open a touch. Was he being checked out by the bell boy?
He shuffled, pulling the bag closer.
Sara couldn’t believe what she was seeing and chuckled. Her husband had an admirer. She ducked in to save him.

“It’s ok thank you.” She looped her arm through Grissom’s.

“As you wish sir…”

“Come on.” Sara yanked on his arm and pulled him into the reception area.

Grissom sighed heavily as she leaned firmly against the check in desk.

Sara looked at him as Grissom’s admirer appeared behind them with their cases and waited.”

“Are you struggling?” She whispered.

Grissom swallowed hard and shook his head slightly. “No, it’s mostly worn off now.”

“Awwww, pity…”

Grissom’s eyes cursed her intently now.

She held up her hands. “I’m joking babe. Sorry, I shouldn’t tease. Try and relax.”

“Good afternoon!” The receptionist appeared smiling. “My name is Angela, and welcome to TurtleBay. How can I help you?”

“We have a reservation.” Grissom began. “The name is Grissom.”

Angela tapped at her computer for what seemed like forever. She looked up nervously.

“Is something wrong?” Sara asked.

“Erm, well. I don’t seem to have any record of your reservation.”

“What?” Grissom snapped, now feeling more agitated.

Sara gripped onto his hand to calm him. “You have the confirmation, honey?”

Grissom nodded and reached into his pocket pulling out his confirmation letter, handing it to the receptionist.

“I’m so, so sorry about this,” she stuttered. “I really don’t know how this could have happened.”

Grissom stared at her un-amused. “So are you saying the booking I made almost two months ago isn’t in your system? Not to mention the considerable amount of money I have pre-paid for three nights of luxury and….”

Sara gripped his hand tighter, shocked at his display. But when he turned to look at her she fell silent with her protest.

“Erm, Mr Grissom, if you and Mrs Grissom would like have a walk around the resort and enjoy a drink on us. Let me speak to my supervisor and I will have this whole thing sorted out for you. I am really sorry for the trouble.”

“That will be fine,” Sara said pulling on Grissom’s arm. “Can you deal with our bags?”

The receptionist nodded. “Yes, Mrs Grissom. I will have Rico take care of it.”

Grissom looked back to the bell boy who smiled at him. Grissom quickly averted his gaze.

Sara nodded. “Ok. Come on, honey, let’s go walk this off okay?”

Grissom let Sara lead him and they walked outside to explore the resort.

As soon as they were out of sight of the desk, Sara pulled her purse from him and playfully slapped him on the arm.

“What?”

“Just how much did you spend on this trip?”

Grissom swallowed hard. “Well…but…I…you know…wanted it to be special.” Grissom gave her the puppy dog look.

“You…erm…don’t look at me like that”.

Grissom pouted.

“Gil…..”

He shrugged his shoulders and looked sorry for himself.

“Come on, let’s go take a walk.” Sara took his hand and pulled once again.

They came across a small marketplace. Shops and stalls galore; fresh fish, fruit, handicrafts, clothes, shades. Grissom pulled Sara towards one of the clothing stalls and began looking through the shirts. He pulled out the most repulsive Hawaiian shirt Sara had ever laid her eyes on. It looked like someone had thrown up on it, more than once! When she saw him smiling she had to stop him then and there.

“Ohhhh, no way, Mister. There’s no way in hell are you buying that! It’s awful.”

“Come on Sara. I like it. I am a big boy you know and I can dress myself.”

“Yes…but, just remember who undresses you a lot of them time.”

“I’m a grown man Sara! I am allowed to buy my own clothes.”

Sara pouted a little. “You are not buying that shirt…if you do…”

“What? Are you threatening me, Mrs. Grissom?”

Sara thought for a second. “No…I’m not threatening you. I’m promising you.”

Grissom frowned and went to speak, but Sara beat him too it.

“If you buy that…that…monstrosity, then well, you’ll regret it, put it that way.”

Grissom smirked. “Oh? How so?”

Sara looked around and breathed in deeply taking in the glorious air. “I dunno. How cold do you think Hawaiian nights are?”

Now Grissom frowned through his smirk. “Why?”

“Because, if you buy that…that thing, it will be the only thing keeping you warm tonight.”

Grissom’s smirk quickly faded and now he was the one pouting. He quickly put the shirt back.

“Fine, you win. No shirt.”

Sara grinned and took his hand. “Come on, let’s go find the beach.”

They walked hand in hand along the glorious shoreline. Their shoes in each free hand. Soft, white sand rubbing through their toes. The sun behind them. Falling back to earth. The sound of the ocean light and tranquil.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” Sara asked.

“Yes, it is.”

“I’m so happy you did this.”

“Really?”

Sara nodded and stopped, pulling him into an embrace. “Yes.”

A small smirk lifted the right side of Grissom’s mouth. “I’m glad.”

“Hmm, me too.”

They stopped. Sara slid her hand through the locks nestling at the back of his head and pulled his head down to meet hers. Their lips collided in a soft and quaint dance of pure love and devotion. Grissom slowly pulled away.

“Hmm…” He sighed. “We should probably start walking, I erm, don’t want another rise before we get back to the room.”

Sara grinned and kissed him again. “Ok.”

“We should probably head back then? Maybe we have somewhere to sleep tonight.”

“I’m sure we will, although I don’t know how much sleep we will be having.”

Grissom grinned as they began walking. “Hey, you need to go easy on me ok? I’ll be spending our last 2 days flat on my back at this rate.”

“Isn’t that the plan?” Sara laughed as she pinched his waist and ran off.

“Hey!” Grissom shouted as he chased her along the shore line. “You’re gonna pay for that!”

Sara laughed hard as he chased her. She couldn’t remember a time when she felt so free and happy….