'The Sweet Fruit'
prompt: fruit
He fed her fruit as they lounged in bed. The juice from the strawberries was running down the edge of her lips. He could not contain himself: he licked the sticky substance from her skin.
Like manna from heaven, he thought.
Sara quickly stuck out her tongue, capturing his, pulling it into her mouth.
When she sucked on his tongue, he gave an involuntary moan.
With his free hand, he reached for another strawberry. Grissom pushed the fruit between their mouths, each biting into the sweetness at the same time.
Juices streamed down their faces, but neither really cared, anymore.
'Like Steel'
prompt: steel
The sensation was not unlike steel as Grissom rubbed his erection against Sara's backside as they stood washing dishes together: she washing, he drying and putting the dinnerware in it's correct place in the cabinet.
Sara looked at Gil wondering what had possessed him to act in such an amorous manner while doing something so mundane.
"It was just from being this close to you, again," as if he'd read her thoughts.
"Don't you think we should hurry up this up?"
She moaned as he pushed harder into her denim clad posterior.
"Let's forget the dishes."
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