Back with a short one, inspiration from GSRFO's July Fanfiction Challenge for a summer sizzler!
We own nothing! Just having fun with CSI's two favorite lovers with a little bit of Greg.
Private Fantasies Chapter 1
The case was closed; a sad conclusion to a young man's fantasy.
"They probably thought that they just taught him a lesson," Catherine said with a sigh.
Grissom almost grunted his reply; "They did; don't confuse fantasy with reality."
The easy bantering went on between the friends and co-workers. Everyone's breath stopped as Nick showed the bracelet the victim had purchased. Greg's birthday was approaching and everyone left to celebrate an early birthday breakfast—everyone except Gil and Sara.
His eyes had settled on Sara as their talk had turned to fantasies and as she always knew when he was near her, he was sending a message. She lifted her eyes to his and a smile tugged at her lips.
Sara heard Greg and Catherine and Nick laughing as they left, but she remained in her chair, eyes locked with Grissom's. Neither showed interest in following the others to the diner. For long moments, he continued to study her with his fascinating eyes.
His blue eyes darkened as his pupils seemed to dilate into blackness; a faint smile played with his face causing him to appear much younger than his actual age. If either blinked, she did not notice and after several minutes, a slight tilt of his head caused her to nod in agreement.
Grissom's brow lifted slightly as if affirming her thoughts. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, "What is your fantasy, dear?"
Her eyes never left his as he stood and moved around the table, closing the space between them. Not once had his eyes flicked away from hers. He stopped beside her and swiveled her chair to face him, extended one hand to hers and brought her to her feet. His fingers played on her palm and with his free hand, he drew his thumb across her bottom lip.
The velvety rasp of his fingertip on her mouth stole her breath and her ability to think of one single intelligent thing to say. The small caress was exquisitely intimate and dangerous for them. Suddenly, Sara became aware of the ache for more of his touch. For some reason—and there were many—she could not summon the denial and restraint she needed.
Instead, she touched the tip of her tongue to the edge of his thumb and the texture, the taste, sent an overwhelming heated desire through her. Just as quickly as she withdrew her tongue, dampness formed between her legs. With that feeling, she closed her eyes as heat flushed her face.
"We need to leave," the voice was Grissom's, husky, incredibly sexy in a breathless way. All she could do was nod her head as he stepped back.
Somehow Sara made it out of the lab and to the parking deck. She placed her head against the steering wheel and tried to slow her racing heartbeat. What had they just done? she wondered, a little panicked as she thought of the possibilities. She pressed the ignition of her car, shifted into reverse, and drove, all the while aware of the moisture between her legs.
Just as she reached the exit of the garage, Grissom stepped off the curb looking as cool and collected as ever. He opened the car door, grinned and crawled inside. He took a minute to adjust himself into the seat before saying: "Home, dear," as he placed a hand on her thigh. His fingers gently swept up her leg.
Sara had to clench her pelvic muscles and take a deep breath before she pressed her foot to the gas pedal, only to hear a car horn sound as she accelerated into the street. The noise brought both to reality of getting safely to their destination…
Greg has missed Sara; she had by-passed the locker room and gotten to the parking garage minutes ahead of him. He would see her at the diner, he thought, for a pre-birthday celebration. He grinned as he thought of his private fantasy—alone with Sara in some romantic spot. He shook his head knowing that fantasy would not come true any time soon. He walked to his vehicle where he had backed into a space, went to its rear and lifted the back door to place his case inside.
Hearing a loud car horn below him, he glanced over the wall to the street below to see Sara's car accelerating away. He could clearly see inside her car from above; his jaw dropped open as he recognized the second person in the car and saw the hand on Sara's thigh.
"Well," he said, very softly. "Grissom! You finally figured it out." He watched as the car drove in the opposite direction, away from the diner. He leaned over the wall, smiling. "Sara's fantasy is coming true." He whistled as he tried to decide the best way to let Sara know that he was in on her secret…