TITLE: My Beloved is in My Arms
AUTHOR: Chauncey10 aka MSCSIFANGSR
PAIRING: Sidle-Grissom
RATING: Mature
SUMMARY: Five serialized hundred word drabbles. Grissom and Sara are definitely in BED.
DISCLAIMER: I'm just playing with them.
SPOILERS: Every show aired in the U.S. until 'Goodbye and Good Luck'
PROMPT: This is a current and belated response to Chadini's last five Las Vegas Metro Crime Code Challenges. Number 14: 432 Fraud; 15: 407-A Robbery Alarm; 16: 418-B Runaway; 17: 419 Dead Body; and 18: 446 Narcotics.
NOTES: Hope you enjoy!
"You know Gilbert A. Grissom, you are such a fraud." Sara stared into her lover's eyes, watching as a slight blush crept up his neck, then spreading up his cheeks. His beard covered his lower jaw line, but she did see evidence of redness behind the brown and gray carpet of hair.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Sara placed her fingers over his red swollen, bruised lips; the edge of her hand felt the soft prickle of his beard. She moaned; remembered the same sensation on her creamy white thighs as his tongue did magic on her core.
"I need to have a robbery alarm installed on my heart, because you are such a thief." Sara leaned down, kissed his lips with her own, slowly, erotically as Grissom emitted a moan of his own.
He reached up to pull her down to feel his need for her. His rigid manhood found warmth and wetness as it slid in place between her legs. Gil licked his lips; found the essence of Sara still clinging to him, as her tongue made tight circles around his piltrum, the tip of his tongue met hers. The battle for dominance began.
He pulled his head away from her's slightly, "Be still my runaway heart, because my beloved is in my arms."
"Gilbert and Sullivan?" she queried, with her eyebrows raised.
"Gilbert Grissom."
His cock found Sara's opening, the tip entered as some garbled noise escaped her lips as his captured them again. He pushed his hips toward hers as her vaginal muscles spread to make room for his heft, then he pulled away just a little, and began to enjoy the friction between their bodies.
Up and down they went. Side to side they went. In and out they went.
Gil froze his movements, safely ensconced within the warmth of her walls. He looked at the beautiful woman beneath him: the way the sweat matted her hair to her cheek, the running black mascara, her deeply reddened and swollen lips. He loved all of her.
"Will you ever marry me or should I find someone else?" His voice like the soft sound of footfalls over crushed gravel, as he pushed all of his length into her, forcefully.
"Over my dead body," she moaned and wrapped her long legs around his mid-section pulling him ever so much closer to her.
The sound of her screamed orgasm shattered the quietness of the bedroom as her body shook beneath his.
Gil pushed his cock into her once more and spilled his love juice into her.
He moaned the phrase, le petite morte, as he came, experiencing a rush of adrenaline through out his whole body before collapsing complete into her waiting arms.
Seconds, minutes, or hours may have passed before either of them moved; a warm comfortable silence enveloped them as they lay exhausted sprawled together.
Sara whispered: "We will never need use of narcotics. You, my darling, are my drug."
THE END