Summary: Fluff4U, Sara gets silly. Gil gets hot.
Genre: A drabble of humor and a bit of GSR
Rating: T. Slightly suggestive, in a "wink-wink," sort of way.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own em,' couldn't afford it.
FLUFF4U
"No, Sara, not going to happen," Gilbert Grissom stated, firmly.
"Come on Gil, where's your sense of adventure? Aren't you the same guy who once promised he'd do anything for me?" Sara replied, before starting to giggle.
"I am, I will, or would. But NOT this!" Gil glared at the laughing lady perched on the kitchen counter. "I am perfectly amenable to experimenting with chocolate, yes. Cherries, fine. Whipped cream, not a problem. Strawberries, the more the merrier. Honey, even better. But this is a NO, NO, NOT ever, NO!"
"But, Gillllll," Sara wheedles. "It'll taste great, and it's so smooth. You'll love it, trust me. And if you try this, I'll give you a very special treat," she purrs in her low, sexy voice while wiggling her eyebrows."
That was it. That's all she wrote. Gil acquiesced, broke down and followed Sara's suggestion.
About 30 seconds later, Sara Sidle-Grissom was bent over, laughing herself into tears, while her husband was still spitting into the kitchen garbage can.
"Not funny, Sara. Not funny at all," huffed an irritated Gil-bert.
Going over and planting an apologetic kiss on her husband's cheek, Sara managed, through her laughter, to say, "Gil Grissom, I cannot believe you have been through 54 years of life without ever eating a FlUFFERNUTTER!ã I Mean, you were a child of the 50's and 60's. Everyone ate Fluffernutters."*
"Not this kid, he grumbles. Now where's my treat?"
FINI
*Fluffernutter is a registered trademark of the Marshmallow Fluff Co. It's basically marshmellow that has been whipped to the point it's a cream. This
story was inspired by the fact that I loved Fluffernutters as a young child and had a chance to have one a few weeks ago. Like Gil, it only took a few seconds before I was spitting it out. YUCCCCKKKK!