That doesn't mean they're really lobsters!
(IDK about the title, I just felt like it.)
"Take off your clothes." Sara whispered into Grissom's ear as he walked into the bedroom. She walked in front of him and lay down on the bed.
"What?" he looked down at her, sprawled across the bed.
"You heard me!"
"Sara, I-"
"C'mon, I'll go if you go first?"She tempted.
"I have an idea, how about you go first?"
"Nah-uh" Sara shook her head.
"And why's that?" Grissom smiled as he worked his way into bed."
"Age before beauty, baby, you know that." She turned to look at him as he picked up a book and put on his glasses.
"Whatever happened to ladies first?" He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
Sara tried to look angry, but only ended up laughing at him.
"Fine, how about we both go at the same time?" She had crawled up towards him and was gently lowering his book.
"Sara, I'm not gioing to play your games." He looked at her sternly.
"Oh! Wait a minute! I play your games, but you won't play mine? That seem extremely unfair!"
"All's fair in love and war."
"Uhh, not fair!"
"Sara," he sighed, "Okay, fine I'll play, but you have to go first."
He put the book down and watied for Sara. She moved on top of his lap and took off her shirt. She then leaned forward slightly, so that her chest was just barely grazing the thin material of his shirt. Grissom moved forward and kissed her passionately, at the same time reaching for her hips, which were twisting in his lap.
Sara pulled away, and just as she reached for her zipper, Grissom's phone rang. Grissom took two giant breathes and reached for it.
"Grissom." He barked into the phone.
"Jeez, Gil, who spit in your oatmeal? We have a 419, lots of your little friends, need you out here pronto."
Grissom hated Catherine with every fiber of his being as he spit back into the phone, "Fine." Before hanging up and turning back towards Sara. She had her faced tilted in the manner that he found unresistable. He captured her lips a final time and he got out of bed.
"I have to go," He said to her as he changed back into his work clothes.
"I figured," She lounged out on the bed with her hands behind her head, smiling up at him.
He looked over at her and smiled back before going over to the bed and kissing her again.
Grissom pulled back and looked into his eyes with a sparkle, "Another woman?" She asked playfully.
"One that I hate with a passion currently." He smiled again as he got off the bed and made his way towards the door.
"I love you."
"Love you too," Sara smiled at her from her elbows on the bed.
Grissom got out of the car slamming the door. He looked over at Brass, who was standing by the scene. Could they have picked a better timing? He asked himself.
As, he walked over, Brass noticed something was wrong and turned towards Grissom, "Something wrong?"
"I don't get paid enough to work here."