"Dream a Little"
Author: Poppie
Pairing: GSR (Of Course)
Rating: M (for the boldness)
Chapter: 14
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!
A/N :Hi folks I need your help well actually I need your imput information at the end of this chapter Happy reading)
Grissom watched as she disappeared into her building, he felt as though his heart had shattered into a million pieces. Desperate to escape the emotional torture of the situation he turned the key in the ignition and drove away; believing that putting some distance between them would somehow ease his suffering.
The car picked up speed as his destination called to him like an old friend. He knew he couldn't go home, all that awaited him there was empty silence and that was the last thing he needed right now. No, he would go to the one place where he felt in control, the one part of his life that had always been a safe haven from his emotions; the lab. He would bury himself in his work and try to forget the last forty eight hours ever happened.
He hadn't gotten far when he hit a red light, although still determined on his course of action, sitting there motionless allowed her image to invade his thoughts once more, her endless brown eyes and how they danced when she smiled at him, her husky giggle when he licked his way along the back of her knee, the deep guttural sounds she made as he filled her. His fingers gripped the steering wheel hard but he could barely feel the heavy duty plastic, no his hands were now caressing the soft skin of her cheek and cupping the taught flesh of her breast, he tightened his fingers around the steering device only to feel them sink into the silken crevice of her core.
Grissom shut his eyes tight and willed the images away, but they were relentless, before Beatty he had only scant memories to feed his dreams and fantasies of how she would taste and feel the reality of their consummation was far beyond his wildest imaginings and was much harder to expel. He was still tormented with memories when something distracted him.
She wasn't as tall nor was she as slender as Sara but he sat transfixed as she crossed in front of his car, her dark unruly curls were pulled back into a messy pony tail that swished from side to side as she walked along.
He was transported back to San Francisco and the large lecture hall where he had first met Sara, she was so young, so vibrant, and even though she had expertly and relentlessly tested him in his capacity as a lecturer and CSI she had also, all be it unknowingly stirred something in him that he had rarely experienced before.
The connection they shared intrigued him so he encouraged the flirtatious banter that passed for conversation, hell the air practically crackled around them whenever they were alone. She had playfully teased him over numerous cups of coffee, and he in turn charmed and enticed her over dinner. Oddly he had felt in full control of the situation until a seemingly innocent trip up to her apartment to retrieve a copy of a forensics paper he had loaned her opened his eyes.
They had moved past the usual pleasantries that went with being invited into a new friends home, he had complimented her on her decor, and she in turn had offered the token cup of tea or coffee, which he had politely refused. After that there had been some uneasiness and a momentary awkward silence, before and without warning, she leaned forward and boldly kissed.
Grissom remembered that he had deepened the kiss without hesitation sweeping his tongue into her welcoming mouth eliciting a deep moan of approval from her. He had been so engrossed in the thrill of her taste that without realizing it he had moved them backward and had pinned her against the wall of her small kitchen. Driven by his desire and an uncontrollable need his hands became serpent like; expertly gliding over her young supple body, he lightly cupped each breast before moving downward to capture the firm globes of her behind and then with uncharacteristic force pulled her roughly against him and began to grind into her.
It seemed all semblance of control was long gone as their mouths continued their erotic dance of sucking and biting, their tongues languidly duelling for dominance. He had been so consumed with hunger that it wasn't until he felt her hand slide along his now very rigid flesh that he pulled back and met her eyes. They were alive with the same fire he was feeling that was true but, even then they held something more, a warmth, or rather a knowing look that told him that she was different, that this was special, and in that moment he realised he had allowed things to go too far.
In truth he had been initially driven by his need to have her but now looking into her eyes he realized that his passion was no longer fuelled by lust alone; yes, there had been an overwhelming wave of sexual tension stirring between them all week but as the days passed, something changed, he looked forward to just being alone with her, sharing theories, seeing her smile, he found himself looking for her in class each day, it was something he had never experienced before; she was invoking feelings in him he had tried to avoid his whole adult life and it scared the shit out of him.
That night in her small apartment in San Francisco Sara Sidle had touched his heart; even then she had openly and without reservation offered him everything. It wasn't long after the realization that he was falling in love with her that he pulled back and out of her arms, before she knew what was happening he had fumbled out a feeble apology and fled.
It was only now as he watched the young woman reach the other side of the road and disappear into the busy street it occurred to him he was still running. The solution hit him with fierce clarity, he almost laughed out loud as he hastily made the u-turn, she had always expected him to leave when things became difficult, after all panic and running had been his credo when it came to her throughout their relationship and he had followed her predicted path to the letter like the good emotionally neurotic hermit he was, breaking her heart for good measure as he did it.
He had no idea what he was going to say, hell he wasn't even sure she would talk to him but he had to try, his heart felt lighter as the SUV gained speed, he was going to fix this, he was going to show her he had changed that he was ready to offer her everything. This Gil Grissom wasn't going to allow his fears and insecurities to interfere with his feelings for her anymore.
A/N: So sorry for the delay a please forgive any mistakes as my Beta is dealing with a RL issue at the minute, so all the mistakes are mine. I had finished this fic a few weeks ago but after re reading the last two chapters again I felt it was a little too OC for my taste so I scrapped it and started again. I'm halfway through last chapter but felt it only fair to post something about why Gilbert came a knockin... so I hope you enjoyed it!
Now this is were you come in you see I'm torn between gentle make up boldness or Grissom in firm control boldness so I'm letting you decide! Let me know people the majority rules.
Keep the Faith!
Pairing: GSR (Of Course)
Rating: M (for the boldness)
Chapter: 14
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!
A/N :Hi folks I need your help well actually I need your imput information at the end of this chapter Happy reading)
Grissom watched as she disappeared into her building, he felt as though his heart had shattered into a million pieces. Desperate to escape the emotional torture of the situation he turned the key in the ignition and drove away; believing that putting some distance between them would somehow ease his suffering.
The car picked up speed as his destination called to him like an old friend. He knew he couldn't go home, all that awaited him there was empty silence and that was the last thing he needed right now. No, he would go to the one place where he felt in control, the one part of his life that had always been a safe haven from his emotions; the lab. He would bury himself in his work and try to forget the last forty eight hours ever happened.
He hadn't gotten far when he hit a red light, although still determined on his course of action, sitting there motionless allowed her image to invade his thoughts once more, her endless brown eyes and how they danced when she smiled at him, her husky giggle when he licked his way along the back of her knee, the deep guttural sounds she made as he filled her. His fingers gripped the steering wheel hard but he could barely feel the heavy duty plastic, no his hands were now caressing the soft skin of her cheek and cupping the taught flesh of her breast, he tightened his fingers around the steering device only to feel them sink into the silken crevice of her core.
Grissom shut his eyes tight and willed the images away, but they were relentless, before Beatty he had only scant memories to feed his dreams and fantasies of how she would taste and feel the reality of their consummation was far beyond his wildest imaginings and was much harder to expel. He was still tormented with memories when something distracted him.
She wasn't as tall nor was she as slender as Sara but he sat transfixed as she crossed in front of his car, her dark unruly curls were pulled back into a messy pony tail that swished from side to side as she walked along.
He was transported back to San Francisco and the large lecture hall where he had first met Sara, she was so young, so vibrant, and even though she had expertly and relentlessly tested him in his capacity as a lecturer and CSI she had also, all be it unknowingly stirred something in him that he had rarely experienced before.
The connection they shared intrigued him so he encouraged the flirtatious banter that passed for conversation, hell the air practically crackled around them whenever they were alone. She had playfully teased him over numerous cups of coffee, and he in turn charmed and enticed her over dinner. Oddly he had felt in full control of the situation until a seemingly innocent trip up to her apartment to retrieve a copy of a forensics paper he had loaned her opened his eyes.
They had moved past the usual pleasantries that went with being invited into a new friends home, he had complimented her on her decor, and she in turn had offered the token cup of tea or coffee, which he had politely refused. After that there had been some uneasiness and a momentary awkward silence, before and without warning, she leaned forward and boldly kissed.
Grissom remembered that he had deepened the kiss without hesitation sweeping his tongue into her welcoming mouth eliciting a deep moan of approval from her. He had been so engrossed in the thrill of her taste that without realizing it he had moved them backward and had pinned her against the wall of her small kitchen. Driven by his desire and an uncontrollable need his hands became serpent like; expertly gliding over her young supple body, he lightly cupped each breast before moving downward to capture the firm globes of her behind and then with uncharacteristic force pulled her roughly against him and began to grind into her.
It seemed all semblance of control was long gone as their mouths continued their erotic dance of sucking and biting, their tongues languidly duelling for dominance. He had been so consumed with hunger that it wasn't until he felt her hand slide along his now very rigid flesh that he pulled back and met her eyes. They were alive with the same fire he was feeling that was true but, even then they held something more, a warmth, or rather a knowing look that told him that she was different, that this was special, and in that moment he realised he had allowed things to go too far.
In truth he had been initially driven by his need to have her but now looking into her eyes he realized that his passion was no longer fuelled by lust alone; yes, there had been an overwhelming wave of sexual tension stirring between them all week but as the days passed, something changed, he looked forward to just being alone with her, sharing theories, seeing her smile, he found himself looking for her in class each day, it was something he had never experienced before; she was invoking feelings in him he had tried to avoid his whole adult life and it scared the shit out of him.
That night in her small apartment in San Francisco Sara Sidle had touched his heart; even then she had openly and without reservation offered him everything. It wasn't long after the realization that he was falling in love with her that he pulled back and out of her arms, before she knew what was happening he had fumbled out a feeble apology and fled.
It was only now as he watched the young woman reach the other side of the road and disappear into the busy street it occurred to him he was still running. The solution hit him with fierce clarity, he almost laughed out loud as he hastily made the u-turn, she had always expected him to leave when things became difficult, after all panic and running had been his credo when it came to her throughout their relationship and he had followed her predicted path to the letter like the good emotionally neurotic hermit he was, breaking her heart for good measure as he did it.
He had no idea what he was going to say, hell he wasn't even sure she would talk to him but he had to try, his heart felt lighter as the SUV gained speed, he was going to fix this, he was going to show her he had changed that he was ready to offer her everything. This Gil Grissom wasn't going to allow his fears and insecurities to interfere with his feelings for her anymore.
A/N: So sorry for the delay a please forgive any mistakes as my Beta is dealing with a RL issue at the minute, so all the mistakes are mine. I had finished this fic a few weeks ago but after re reading the last two chapters again I felt it was a little too OC for my taste so I scrapped it and started again. I'm halfway through last chapter but felt it only fair to post something about why Gilbert came a knockin... so I hope you enjoyed it!
Now this is were you come in you see I'm torn between gentle make up boldness or Grissom in firm control boldness so I'm letting you decide! Let me know people the majority rules.
Keep the Faith!