CSI FIC: Day Off
Title: Day Off
Author: serialbathera
Fandom:CSI
Prompt: CSI-- Grissom and Sara in the erotica section of a bookstore ...
Challenge: None
Characters: Grissom, Sara
Characters mentioned: Greg Sanders
Pairings: GSR
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
word Count: 1091
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Summary: Grissom and Sara spend their day off together.
Author’s notes: for Kristin,kosmickway. I have never really written GSR before, so I hope it is up to your liking.
Even though it had been Sara’s idea to go to the bookstore, it had never dawned on her that Grissom would stop in front of the erotica section. She wasn’t even sure what he was looking for as he quietly scanned the title.
“Looking for something for Lady Heather?” Sara asked without thinking, and then immediately regretted it. Sara had a sneaky suspicion that Heather and Grissom had at one time slept together. Sara had no evidence of that, but it always infuriated her when she thought of it. She always felt regretful later when she was by herself replaying the day, she should know better than to accuse Grissom of things, more than likely it was only happening in her head.
Grissom stopped glancing at the titles, and straightened up. He turned towards her carefully, regarding her over his lowered glasses. His blue eyes turned to her with a deep curiosity. It seemed odd to him, she was even asking about Heather, since he sensed certain hostilities between the two women. “If I were buying her a book, I would buy her something a little more practical.”
Sara pushed a strand of her shoulder length brown hair behind her ears. She wasn’t sure she knew what to say, should she ask what he was looking for in this section.
Grissom went back to browsing, as he realized she wasn’t going to respond to that.
“Can I ask what you are looking for?” Sara peeked over his shoulder.
“It’s for Greg, he asked me to pick up a couple of books for him.” Grissom pulled a couple books off the shelf, and showed them to her before putting them in the basket by his feet.
“Greg?” Sara wasn’t sure if this was some kind of joke, or if Greg had a problem with buying his own porn if it didn’t have shiny pictures. She glanced at the titles of the books he had pulled out; they were on the Kama sutra.
“It’s for the case he was working on.” Grissom pulled a few more books off the shelf, and showed her the titles. Greg was working triple overtime almost all the time, since Grissom had transferred him temporarily to Day Shift to help out, and Grissom offered to pick him up some books knowing how Greg liked to study other sexual practices.
“The case with the Hindu couple, but that has nothing to do with the Kama Sutra.”
Grissom shrugs. “He thinks it might have something to do with it, so I told him if I was at the bookstore I would pick up some reading material for him.”
---
Two hours after they finished shopping for the various things at the bookstore, they set their bags in Grissom’s study. They would go through them later before Sara went home.
Grissom turned to her giving her a soft smile. “That was a nice trip, thank you for suggesting it.” He brushed a strand of hair off her face.
Sara stretched up a little, and kissed him softly on the lips. She reached up and pulled off his glasses very slowly, and set them on the desk, beside one of the bags of books.
His arms circled around her waist, as they slowed walked towards the bedroom, kissing.
They fell on the bed with a soft thump, and she slipped away for a second so she could get higher on the bed so she didn’t feel like she was falling off. She pulled him into another kiss, running her fingers through his brown and gray hair.
Grissom delicately began to unbutton her silk shirt, and he kissed the hollow of her throat.
Sara purred softly, and began to pull Grissom’s shirt up. He moved so she could pull it off all the way, and she tossed it across the room with a happy sigh.
He finished unbuttoning her shirt, and kissed the cleavage above her tan bra. He swept her shirt off and let it fall gently off the bed.
Grissom put his hands under the straps of her bra, sliding them down her shoulders. He then expertly uncooked the three clasps in the back of the bra, and let it fall beside the shirt on the floor. Grissom kissed each of her breasts, and began to massage each one. He playfully tweaked each of her pink nipples.
She arched her back and reached to undo her pants. While she always enjoyed her time with Grissom she couldn’t stop herself from being impatient.
He gives her a deep kiss on the mouth, his tongue grazing the top of her mouth for a second. He knew she was impatient, so he broke the kiss. He moved a little letting her undo both their pants. She did so quickly, and threw pants and underwear across the room.
Grissom always enjoyed the little gleam of victory in her eye as she did so. She slide on top of him greedily, positioning herself where she could easily mount his growing erection.
He let out a soft sigh of happiness as they began to thrust together in rhythm. Their breathing became heavier, and her especially when he moved his hand so he could pet her clit.
Sara leaned forward running her fingers over his chest, letting out noises that almost were mews of pleasure. Her body was starting to tingle with happiness, and soon she was riding a deep orgasm with him.
---
She couldn’t help herself, even though she despised meat, she loved watching him eat.
He delicately picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks. After making love, they had gotten dressed and ordered Chinese, as it was getting late in the afternoon and they both were hungry. He had ordered Sesame Beef, and she had ordered Ma Po Tofu.
Grissom was staring off into space a bit; he caught her eyes and gave her a smile.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked as she speared a piece of green pepper with her fork. Sara was going to use chopsticks, she usually did, but her pair had snapped, so she had opted for a fork.
“I don’t remember.” He gave her a soft smile. He really was thinking of what a lovely day it had been, but he didn’t know how to tell her because each way sounded stupid in his head.
“Maybe next week, we can have another day off together.” She gave him a soft smile, and he knew he didn’t have to say his previous thought, because she already knew.
Author: serialbathera
Fandom:CSI
Prompt: CSI-- Grissom and Sara in the erotica section of a bookstore ...
Challenge: None
Characters: Grissom, Sara
Characters mentioned: Greg Sanders
Pairings: GSR
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
word Count: 1091
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Summary: Grissom and Sara spend their day off together.
Author’s notes: for Kristin,kosmickway. I have never really written GSR before, so I hope it is up to your liking.
Even though it had been Sara’s idea to go to the bookstore, it had never dawned on her that Grissom would stop in front of the erotica section. She wasn’t even sure what he was looking for as he quietly scanned the title.
“Looking for something for Lady Heather?” Sara asked without thinking, and then immediately regretted it. Sara had a sneaky suspicion that Heather and Grissom had at one time slept together. Sara had no evidence of that, but it always infuriated her when she thought of it. She always felt regretful later when she was by herself replaying the day, she should know better than to accuse Grissom of things, more than likely it was only happening in her head.
Grissom stopped glancing at the titles, and straightened up. He turned towards her carefully, regarding her over his lowered glasses. His blue eyes turned to her with a deep curiosity. It seemed odd to him, she was even asking about Heather, since he sensed certain hostilities between the two women. “If I were buying her a book, I would buy her something a little more practical.”
Sara pushed a strand of her shoulder length brown hair behind her ears. She wasn’t sure she knew what to say, should she ask what he was looking for in this section.
Grissom went back to browsing, as he realized she wasn’t going to respond to that.
“Can I ask what you are looking for?” Sara peeked over his shoulder.
“It’s for Greg, he asked me to pick up a couple of books for him.” Grissom pulled a couple books off the shelf, and showed them to her before putting them in the basket by his feet.
“Greg?” Sara wasn’t sure if this was some kind of joke, or if Greg had a problem with buying his own porn if it didn’t have shiny pictures. She glanced at the titles of the books he had pulled out; they were on the Kama sutra.
“It’s for the case he was working on.” Grissom pulled a few more books off the shelf, and showed her the titles. Greg was working triple overtime almost all the time, since Grissom had transferred him temporarily to Day Shift to help out, and Grissom offered to pick him up some books knowing how Greg liked to study other sexual practices.
“The case with the Hindu couple, but that has nothing to do with the Kama Sutra.”
Grissom shrugs. “He thinks it might have something to do with it, so I told him if I was at the bookstore I would pick up some reading material for him.”
---
Two hours after they finished shopping for the various things at the bookstore, they set their bags in Grissom’s study. They would go through them later before Sara went home.
Grissom turned to her giving her a soft smile. “That was a nice trip, thank you for suggesting it.” He brushed a strand of hair off her face.
Sara stretched up a little, and kissed him softly on the lips. She reached up and pulled off his glasses very slowly, and set them on the desk, beside one of the bags of books.
His arms circled around her waist, as they slowed walked towards the bedroom, kissing.
They fell on the bed with a soft thump, and she slipped away for a second so she could get higher on the bed so she didn’t feel like she was falling off. She pulled him into another kiss, running her fingers through his brown and gray hair.
Grissom delicately began to unbutton her silk shirt, and he kissed the hollow of her throat.
Sara purred softly, and began to pull Grissom’s shirt up. He moved so she could pull it off all the way, and she tossed it across the room with a happy sigh.
He finished unbuttoning her shirt, and kissed the cleavage above her tan bra. He swept her shirt off and let it fall gently off the bed.
Grissom put his hands under the straps of her bra, sliding them down her shoulders. He then expertly uncooked the three clasps in the back of the bra, and let it fall beside the shirt on the floor. Grissom kissed each of her breasts, and began to massage each one. He playfully tweaked each of her pink nipples.
She arched her back and reached to undo her pants. While she always enjoyed her time with Grissom she couldn’t stop herself from being impatient.
He gives her a deep kiss on the mouth, his tongue grazing the top of her mouth for a second. He knew she was impatient, so he broke the kiss. He moved a little letting her undo both their pants. She did so quickly, and threw pants and underwear across the room.
Grissom always enjoyed the little gleam of victory in her eye as she did so. She slide on top of him greedily, positioning herself where she could easily mount his growing erection.
He let out a soft sigh of happiness as they began to thrust together in rhythm. Their breathing became heavier, and her especially when he moved his hand so he could pet her clit.
Sara leaned forward running her fingers over his chest, letting out noises that almost were mews of pleasure. Her body was starting to tingle with happiness, and soon she was riding a deep orgasm with him.
---
She couldn’t help herself, even though she despised meat, she loved watching him eat.
He delicately picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks. After making love, they had gotten dressed and ordered Chinese, as it was getting late in the afternoon and they both were hungry. He had ordered Sesame Beef, and she had ordered Ma Po Tofu.
Grissom was staring off into space a bit; he caught her eyes and gave her a smile.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked as she speared a piece of green pepper with her fork. Sara was going to use chopsticks, she usually did, but her pair had snapped, so she had opted for a fork.
“I don’t remember.” He gave her a soft smile. He really was thinking of what a lovely day it had been, but he didn’t know how to tell her because each way sounded stupid in his head.
“Maybe next week, we can have another day off together.” She gave him a soft smile, and he knew he didn’t have to say his previous thought, because she already knew.