Go on say what you like.

I've been itching to do a grissom and lady heather for a while.

this is weired and the second chapter is very dark and disturbing.

call me what you like?

but please as always review.

there will be smut and there will be GSR in the next chapter

and there will be a next chapter.

"You can always say stop," whispered Grissom, cupping her head with his paw-like hands.

"So can you," Heather retorted. He tilted his head to one side, then to the other, then he slowly moved his head forward. Locking lips with Lady Heather; it was a kiss, but not a kiss of love. It was just a kiss of relief, a kiss to forget his pains.

He wound his hands in to her hair, while she worked his belt. She forced him through a door that led to her bedroom while she rid him of his jacket, still lip-locked. In haste he rid her of her dress, letting in pool around her feet. Freeing her beauty. He wasted no time lowering his head and securing his mouth around her left nipple. Her head shot back-- in part pleasure--in part pain. When he bit down slightly she spun them round so that his back was facing the bed. She fingered the buttons of his shirt through the holes letting it fall open but not fall off. Grissom skimmed his hands down her body, stopping at her waist, then dipping his neck to taste the skin of her neck.

Whispering against the skin, "Help me forget, please Heather, help me forget."

She wants the dominant male to choose her so she can stop being dominant.

She straddled him on the bed, running her hands down his chest. His chest was uneven, not smooth as she expected it. There was one rough spot that made him wince every time she ran her fingers over it.

She looked into his eyes and what she saw scared her. His blue eyes were dark, dilated, raw, like there was something missing. Like something was gone. She quickly flicked on the lamp on the bedside table. And went back to his chest. In the dim light she could make out scars.

She gasped, "Gil how did you get these?"

He closed his eyes and whined. "Please Heather please..."

She smoothed her hands over the surface again. "These took skill...who did this?"

He locked eyes with her. "I did." She sat there shocked. "Please Heather please...help me."

Though shocked she continued.

She stripped him down to the skin, took his erection in hand, pumping a few times, then guiding him to her opening. They, moving as one, him rocking against her, rocking her into oblivion. She was there, he was on the edge but was unable to go over, something his past did to him.

"Grissom....you're gonna have to come...I can't hold it...oh god!" She collapsed on his chest and bit down on him drawing blood.

It was enough for him. "OHHH GODDDDD FUCK!!!!" he screamed. It was intense.

They settled down and she rolled from him. She'd seen some stuff in her time, she was a dominatrix, but she never expected Gil was a capable of that. She could read people but not Gil. He was a little harder to crack.

There was an eerie silence in the air and the smell of musk.

"Gil, what about those scars....what about those cuts."

He sighed. "What about them?"

Heather turned to face him. "You said you did them...did you not?"

"Yes I did." He turned to face her.

"Why?"

"I can't tell you."

"Were you in an abusive relationship? Are you in an abusive relationship?"

He let out a chuckle. "If I was I wouldn't be with you. And no I wasn't. I haven't been in a relationship long enough to get to the domestic side."

"Then why?"

"I can't... you'll laugh."

"Gil. I can't possibly laugh.....those cut....fresh ones."

He took a long deep breath and closed his eyes. "Self-harm isn't the same as suicide....Suicide doesn't just take you away, it takes you away from your family. No. Self-harm is a way to make yourself deserve to live....so that you can take care of yourself, dress your wounds......you know how it happened and why it happened...that's why I did it."

She reached for his hand. "How long...Grissom...how long have you harmed for?"

"Since I was fourteen...Since......"

"Since what?"

He gave off a nervous chuckle. "I can't." He went silent.

She had all sorts of reasons racing though her mind.. Was he abused? "Is that why you can't orgasm without some form of pain?"

He nodded. "Yes...I've never been able to orgasm without pain....I have to hurt myself in order to...that's why I don't....that's why I avoid relationships."

She saw the look in his eye and knew what he was thinking. "You're scared of hurting them or getting branded as a freak."

"Yeah.....I have only once been able to orgasm normally."

"Normally?....Who?"

"A girl I met when I was teaching.....she works at the lab......she was the only woman who healed me."

Heather felt tears rising. She wanted to share the pain he was going through.

"Her name's Sara Sidle. I love her I just.... I can't hurt her...she loves me. I'm just scared she'll realize what I am...what I was...I just want to forget her."

"Why forget, when you love her?"

"Because."

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