Want

The motel room was dimly lit from the glow of the lights outside. Grissom and Sara had been forced to take refuge there for the night, after awkwardly going about their routines, they finally came to be settled in the only bed in the room together. Both laying silently, there was hum of tension in the air.

Sara looked to her right, casting an eye over the outline beside her, sighing softly. She could feel the heat radiating from him, coupled with his intoxicating smell - it was unbearable.

"Grissom" Sara whispered, shifting on to her side, grazing his thigh with her knee.

"mmm" he mumbled in response, keeping his eyes trained on the ceiling.

"Can't sleep either?" she questioned.

"No, can't seem to shut down" he spoke, sounding strained.

"Me neither, I feel... too damn hot" she lingered on the last word, hoping he'd read between the lines.

His breath was catching, he sighed in agreement "yeh... Me too".

She wiggled an inch closer, and nuzzled his shoulder, through his t-shirt, before planting a kiss to it and laying her head on him. "Is this OK?" she questioned, gently resting her palm on his chest, "It's... Nice... To feel this closeness with someone" she whispered.

He lay completely still, not wanting to move to ruin this, hoping she couldn't feel how rapidly his heart was pounding.

"I, uh... Yeh, what ever you want Sara"

"What about if the one thing I want, is wrong... Has been denied... Is forbidden?" She whispered seductively against his neck, lightly kissing his throat.

He swallowed hard, but said nothing, he wasn't going to jeopardise himself now.

Trembling, she brought her hand down, grazing his ribs, feeling his breath hitch as her fingers danced over each rib. She lightly grazed the curve of his hip and down to cover his growing erection, flicking another glance at him before caressing him through his boxers.

A small grunt fell from Grissom's lips as he shifted his position, allowing her better access. Smiling she continued rubbing harder over his manhood and back up to caress his hip and thigh, as she used her leg to caress his calf, draping it over him, allowing him to feel her heat flush against him. She ground her hips against him, in time with her hand working his erection.

Stilling her hand, he gently nudged her over so that she was now facing away from him, grunting in approval as she wiggled her butt against his hard cock.

She'd removed her panties at some point, perhaps she always slept this way he mused as his fingers glided over her tort stomach, to find their place between her thighs.

Leaning up on one elbow he puffed hot breath over her neck, peppering kisses up to her ear as his fingers entered her slick channel. Causing Sara to buck and writhe against him,

"Gah" she let out a strangled moan, as his fingers entered her, his thumb purposefully pressing on her nub. Sucking in an earlobe he relished at the sound of her moans.

"Please, kiss me" she pleaded. He readily obeyed , gently pressing his lips to her, pulling back slightly to gauge her reaction, seeing that she wanted this as much as he did, he kissed her again, his tongue finding its way into her begging mouth easily.

"Sara, I want you" he sighed into her neck, breaking the kiss.

Understanding, she ground her butt against him as her hands scrambled behind her to remove his boxers. Feeling his hot flesh in her hand, she pumped him a few times as she drew him to her opening. She lifted a leg to rest over his thigh, Looking over her shoulder she found his eyes urging him to make the next move.

He kissed her deeply, both sighing as he bumped against her opening. She took his hand in hers and guided it under her t-shirt, until his hot palm covered her breast. She moaned loudly as his fingers toyed with her already puckered nipples. Kissing her again, he pushed into her from behind, he could feel her tight muscles enveloping him as he sunk into her. Wrapping a strong arm around her chest to hold her tightly to him, he entered her fully.

"Gil, yes, mmm"

He sucked on her neck, jerking his hips hard once his length was inside her, before withdrawing almost completely, he repeated this over and over allowing her moans to guide him. He could feel he was loosing himself in her, he was like a possessed man, he needed more, he needed to make love to her not just fuck her.

Whilst remaining fully sheathed, he skillfully switched position so that she was on her back and he was fully covering her with his body.

"Tell me what you want Sara" he panted, filling her more deeply, "I want to make you feel...the way you make me feel" he gritted between thrusts

"Ah Gil! Believe me, I already do" she kissed him, losing herself in the kiss, she raised her hips in perfect rhythm with him, tilting her pelvis she tore her mouth from his and let out a soft scream

"Harder Gil, more".

Smoothing his rough palm down her thigh, he gripped her leg and brought it up over his shoulder, turning his head he planted a series of kisses over her ankle and inner calf.

"Jesus, Griss!" she cried in pure pleasure as she took him deeper. She used one hand to cling to his neck and shoulders as the other migrated down across his abdomen, feeling his stomach muscles contract beneath her tips, before finding the place they joined. She rubbed herself in time with his thrusts, using her fingers to apply more pressure to his cock.

He suddenly pulled her other leg up to his free shoulder, groaning loudly as he sunk even further inside. Sara's back arched towards him, desperately she pulled at his neck to kiss him. Willingly he accepted, her legs falling to catch at the crook of his elbow, he hungrily devoured her mouth sucking her tongue in to meet his. Breaking the kiss, he planted hard kisses over her chin and neck, burying his face in that spot where her long neck meets her shoulders.

Wrapping his arms under her, he held on to her shoulders tightly, using them as leverage to hold her too him and he began to pound her with abandon.

Her hands were everywhere, in his hair, kneading the sensitive spot at the base of his skull. Gripping his arms as she arched into him. Grasping his shirt, under his shirt, pulling his hips. She was insatiable.

Grissom leaned back on his thighs, and increased his pace. Her legs were starting to tremble, as she tried to squeeze them, still caught on his arms. She reached up his arm and tugged him towards her "please" she pleaded, "please" she grasped at his arms more urgently "I need you closer Gil"

He released her legs, feeling the smooth skin on her ass as he slid his hands up to caress her face. She hiked her long legs up over his hips and locked her ankles behind him, groaning in pleasure at the extra friction this closeness was creating.

Nipping his neck and ear "oh Griss... Gil, yes". Her hands covered his hips and she desperately pulled at him, arching her back towards him,

"Gilllll, ahhhh" she cried, as he felt her tightening and clamping around his cock, her body clinging to him tightly as she trembled. "Sar-aaah, fuck" he let out a strangled cry as his thrusts became erratic, exploding within her, he continued to sloppily pump a few times before collapsing upon her.

Breathing heavily he kissed her chest, through her t-shirt, one hand gently rubbing the soft skin of her hip. Raising off her slightly, he slipped from her, instantly feeling the loss. He gathered her in his arms and rolled onto his back pulling her to nestle at his side. Groping around, he found the sheet and pulled it up over them.

"You 'K?" he slurred, feeling utterly relaxed and at ease.

Pushing off him slightly she searched his eyes, before gently kissing him, he returned the kiss. It was slow and unhurried and they both knew this was the start of something new.