Second attempt at smut...I can't write it well, but meh, here you go. I felt that seeing as my last fic should have been smutty, you all deserved one, so here ya go.


"Oh Sara." Grissom groaned into her neck, his hips thrusting into her. She moaned underneath him and rotated her pelvis to bring herself closer to him.

"Mmm, Gil…yes!" Sara's hands gripped into his biceps as he ploughed into her with long, deep strokes, brushing her G-spot each time. Grissom nibbled at her ear and pulled the lobe into his mouth. She gripped harder, almost drawing blood as she climaxed. He slowed and rode her through her orgasm, but sped up again when she relaxed, bringing her teetering over the edge again. "Griss." He let out an animalistic growl and kissed her as he released his seed into her, causing her second climax. He continued to thrust slowly into her before sliding out and collapsing onto her.

"God, marry me." He sighed, not noticing he'd said it out loud. Sara noticed and froze.

"Gil?" she mumbled.

"Hmm?" he lifted his head and gained enough strength to roll them both onto their sides so they were facing each other.

"What did you just say?" he stared at her.

"Uh," he stuttered. 'Shit, did I say that out loud?' he though and cleared his throat. "What, uh, what did you think I said?"

Sara took a deep breath. "It sounded like you asked me to marry you." Grissom closed his eyes.

"That's probably because that's what I said." He opened his eyes and saw tears in hers. "Hey, don't cry." He pulled her closer to him.

"Did you mean it?" she sniffed. His eyes flitted between hers.

"Would you say yes if I did mean it?" he looked nervous. Sara nodded slowly and he smiled. "Really?"

"Yes, I'll marry you." She beamed at him and he kissed her soundly. "But we so have to think of a better story to tell people of how you proposed." He laughed and kissed her again.

15 years and 4 months later

"What you got there Izzy?" Sara asked her daughter who was sat at the coffee table with some papers.

"It's just some homework, I'm supposed to think of a family matter and interview you and dad about it." She sighed. "But I cant think of anything interesting, no offence." She smirked at her mother who grinned back.

"Well, our anniversary is coming up this week, so why don't you ask us about when we got married or something?" she suggested. Izzy nodded.

"Yeah ok." She smiled and picked up a pad and a pen. "Right, so how many years have you and dad been married?"

"It's our 14th anniversary this year." Sara beamed.

"Cool." Izzy said and noted it down. "Uh, how did you meet?" Sara chuckled at the memory and proceeded to explain it all. Izzy asked her a few more questions and then the last one. "Ok, last question, who proposed and how?" Sara, who had taken a sip of a drink at the time, choked on it slightly and coughed.

"I'm fine." She wafted a hand at Izzy who looked worried. "Hang on, I'll get your father to tell you." She smirked and called his name.

"You bellowed?" he entered the living room and saw the conspiratorial look on his wife's face. "What?" he asked nervously.

"Our daughter would like to know how you proposed to me." She grinned and Izzy smiled. Grissom's face dropped.

"Umm…"

The End


So there you go. I doubt my smut muse will come out of hiding for a while again, if ever. I just can't seem to write it well. Meh, check ya later.