Title: Cherry Chapstick
Spoilers: None
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI nor Chapstick. :(
Beta: GER
Notes: My first drabble, inspiration hit me like a truck after listening to a song that involves Chapstick during an immensely boring lesson. Fluffy with hints of humor, GSR of course.
Please R&R, constructive criticism is welcome :)
Enjoy!
Cherry Chapstick
The day started off innocent enough for Gil Grissom.
"Hey Grissom, can you help me with this please?" Sara asked slightly breathlessly outside his office, a heavy box by her feet.
"Sure," he replied, getting out of his chair. "What's this?"
"Evidence from my case. Guy's a compulsive hoarder, kept everything in his house."
"Oh," he replied, helping her with one side of the box.
They managed to get it down the quiet hallway without any problems, until Sara tripped over the box, landing on top of Grissom. Their lips brushed against each other, and for three seconds, Grissom's mind was blissfully blank.
"I am so sorry!" Sara cried breathlessly, getting up and giving him a hand.
He took it and helped himself up, swaying slightly. He had a feeling her breathlessness had nothing to do with the fall, nor the weight of the box. He tasted something sweet, something intoxicating during those three seconds of heaven.
Cherry Chapstick.
"Thanks for your help, I can make it from here," Sara said flustered, disappearing down the hallway.
Grissom barely heard her, that sweet taste was mind consuming. He could only think of all the occasions where he had seen Sara apply the lip balm from that innocent looking pink stick onto her lips, and he never thought twice about it.
Until now.
He wanted to taste it again, badly, and he had two choices: to buy a stick of cherry Chapstick, or to kiss Sara again.
He checked his pockets and pulled out his wallet. No cash. He sighed, there was only one option left.
"Sara! Wait up!"