Title: You Might Be Late
Rating: R
Disclaimer: No copyright infringment is intended. I am making no money (if I was, would I be at my CRAP job?)
Summary: Just a quick, happy mo between our favorite little set :)
Grissom smiled at himself as he stepped out of the shower, using a large, peach towel to dry himself off. The bathroom door was slightly open and the steam from his shower was curling out of the crack. He walked into the bedroom, where Sara lay on his bed, her silk night gown flowing over her hips and stopping just past her ass. His towel was tied around his waist, and as he walked to the dresser to grab a pair of shorts, he saw she was flipping throw a Science Journal, petting the dog lazily. She smiled at him.
"I miss doing nights." She rolled over on her back, spreading out like a star, and sighed.
"I miss working with you," he said, climbing onto the bed. "But I'm glad I get to see you every night."
She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her, their tongues meeting quickly before he drew back.
"I have to go…" he sighed.
"Stay," she told him, teasing him by toying with the straps of her night gown.
"Maybe…for a while…" he leaned down again and pressed his face to her clavicle, kissing it lightly.
Her hand roamed over his bare back, for a moment before she stopped. She pushed him back a little, an inquisitive look in her eyes. "Did you love Lady Heather?"
Grissom ran a hand down her cheek, "No."
"Why did you spend the night at her house?"
"I was being a friend."
"Ok."
She shrugged and grinned impishly at him before pulling him back down. His hand moved up her skirt, and his fingers maneuvered their way to her center. She tipped her head back, groaning. "Oh, God, Gil!"
Her hand grasped his shoulder tightly as he stroked her throbbing core. One hand pinched and released her nipple, pleasure searing at both ends of her body. She arched her back; he kissed along her cheek bone before removing his fingers and shucking his shorts. She pushed him down on the mattress, the dog barked and jumped of the bed as Sara clambered on top of Grissom, straddling his pulsating arousal, her hands above his shoulders for support.
His eyes were closed. She moved back and forth, grinding the soft flesh of their hips together. "Oh, Jesus…" He grasped the back of her arms, felt her tighten around him and shudder to a climax. Sara's body went limp and she collapsed on top of him, planting kisses on his face.
"You should go." She rolled off him, not bothering to pull her slip back down. "You might be late." She flashed him a grin while his pulled his pants on and gave him a feverish kiss goodbye when he left.