I don't own CSI Las Vegas or the characters in it.
This takes place around two months after slaves of Las Vegas. However for my fanfic to work at the end of the episode instead of driving away Grissom went inside to apologize again, and Lady Heather accepted the apology this time.
He raised his hand knocking twice on her door.
"Mr Grissom"
"Lady Heather. *he pauses* May I come in?" She stepped elegantly to the side granting him entrance.
"Of course." When she had closed the door she turned to face him. "How may I be of assistance?"
"I was looking for some stimulating conversation." She smiled
"That can be arranged" and swept out of the room towards the conservatory. Not knowing what to do, he followed. "Tea?"
"Please"
They were seated in the conservatory with the sun streaming through the windows, shining on the small circular table at which they were sitting. The table was laid with china and delicate table linens. Grissom realizing that he was spending too long taking in his surroundings looked up to see Lady Heather watching him and asked.
"What do you see when you look at me?" Lady Heather placed her tea cup gently onto the coaster.
"I see a man who lives behind walls craving human contact, but unable to ask for that which he most desires *she pauses* as he doesn't know how." She gently set her hand upon his showing the high level of respect she held only for him. "What do you see when you look at me, Mr Grissom?"
"I see a woman who has spent her entire life dominating and controlling, but wishes for the dominant to choose her, so that she can stop being dominant."
"Very good Mr Grissom. Would you be more comfortable in the lounge?"
"Where ever you would be more comfortable, it is your house after all." After considering his words Lady Heather slowly rose from her seat and began walking to the lounge. As she reached the doorway Grissom took hold of her shoulder, quickly turning her so that her back was pressed against the doorframe. He moved closer so that his lips were next to her ear and his body mere centimetres away. He lowered his voice to a sultry tone. "I meant to ask how one would go about performing an act of dominance?" A small smile played on his lips as he turned his face to watch her eyes.
"One could make the first move." She replied mirroring his tone.
Lowering his voice further "And how would one define a first move?"
"Simply an act which would take ones breath away." Lady Heather turned looking Grissom in the eye with her own sparkling.
Grissom lifted his hand brushing her hair away from her face, trailed his fingers along her jaw line and across her lips. Then using his index finger tilted her chin so that their lips met.
At first it was a gentle brush, testing. Then he deepened it moving his hands to cup her face. He felt her body relax into his, moulding her body against his. She moved her hands sliding them along his neck and dragging her nails across his scalp. She felt the vibrations in his throat as he held back a groan. Grissom slid one hand from her face, down her spine and felt her shiver. He smiled and with his lips next to her ear murmured "You can always say stop"
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