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Author's Note: A Grissom/Heather drabble.
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It wasn't the first time she'd begged him to take part in a session. It was a frequent question that was asked from her plump lips. The answer was always, "No, I will not." And followed by a quick kiss as he exited the room. She knew things would never change. He simply did not understand why she wanted him to participate. It wasn't so she could whip him or burn him with cigerates. It had nothing to do with the violence. She wanted him to feel what she felt each time she had to do a session.
She always imagined it was him strapped up to the bondage frame instead of the paying customer. Perhaps not the most professional thing in the world but she was, after all, a dominatrix with a gentleman who was uncooperative to her needs, wants, desires. He was so oblivious to most of the things that went on that didn't include him but she still loved him. She always wanted him near and it broke her heart each time he had to walk away.
Moments earlier, Gil had departed for his evening shift at the lab. Much to her surprise when she looked out the window to her office, his vehicle was still parked in the driveway. She was about to go down and see why he had not left when the man entered her office. "Breakfast at nine sound good?" He inquired with a sincere smile. It was his way of apologizing for not wanting to be inimantly involved with the S&M world. "Sounds perfect." He gave her a kiss, longer this time, and left again.
She stood by the window, watching him walk across the gravel drive and get into his car. As he drove away she took her seat at the oak desk again, and cradled her chin in her hands. Well, breakfast wasn't for a little while. Dreams of their session that one day would exsist danced in her mind. With a grin she thought to herself, "Perhaps I can convince him over pancakes..."
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