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I'm loving my weird dreams, I just wish I could write them exactly as the happen.
Enjoy.
Ice Cold to Intense Heat
Chapter 2
The walk to the motel seems to be taking forever. Sara has become very weak and she's having to lean heavily on Grissom for support as she's shaking so much and her legs keep giving way. Thankfully the hail has died down but it's storming heavier than before, if that's even possible.
Grissom has one arm wrapped tightly around Sara's waist, to help her walk, whilst he holds a torch in the other. His heart's in his mouth as he can feel her whole body shuddering with the cold.
"We're almost there, Sara." he says, pointing towards the building almost three hundred yards away.
Her response is a cough, mixed with a sob, as her legs give way again and she falls to the ground.
"Griss…I can't…" she cries, as he leans down to help her up.
She tries to push him away from her, but he's too strong. The next thing she knows, she's being lifted off the cold and wet ground. She can feel his muscles rippling against her body as he takes her in his arms, holding her tightly, with very little effort. Her arms automatically reach around his neck and her head falls in to place on his shoulder.
When they reach the motel, Grissom pushed open the door and is greeted by a stressed out young man.
He carefully sits Sara on the Small sofa and moves over to the desk.
"We've broken down further up the road. Please tell me that you have a room available?" he asks urgently.
"Yeah, we have a room but the storm has cut the electricity, which means no hot water and you'll have to make do with your torch as a light source and a gas heater."
Grissom looks over at a shaking Sara. "We'll take it." he says.
"Is she okay?" asks the young man, whose name is Matthew.
"She should be. I just need to get her warmed up." replies Grissom, praying that he's right.
Grissom quickly explains the whole situation to Matthew and after he finally agrees to invoice the Las Vegas Crime Lab, Matthew helps carry Sara to their room.
Matthew lays a towel on one of the single beds and Grissom lays Sara on top of it as Matthew moves over to the gas heater and turns it on full blast.
"Okay, I'll see if I can find more blankets for you and I'll see what food I can put together. We only have a gas camping stove, so I'll do the best I can." says Matthew, before heading out.
"Thanks. I really appreciate it." says Grissom.
He can feel his own body shaking and his legs feel as if they're about give way on him. He sits on the edge of Sara's bed and starts to undress himself, fumbling around as he removes his shoes, pants and t-shirt. As soon as he's free of his wet clothes, he feels better. He just hopes he's not too late for Sara.
"Sweetheart, we need to get you out of these wet clothes, okay?"
Sara parts her lips to speak, but only a whimper can be heard in response.
"Can I undress you, Sara?" he asks.
Sara slowly nods her head.
Grissom sighs.
This is not the way this happens in my fantasies. My first time undressing her was supposed to be sexy, sensual and romantic. Not a life or death situation. Her hands should be caressing my body at the same time as I'm touching hers. We're supposed to be undressing each other as our mouths lock together in a frantic, passionate and desperate kiss. I'm supposed to feel hot skin on hot skin, not cold and wet skin on cold and wet skin. And she's supposed to be shivering because of how I make her feel, not because of the icy cold weather.
He shifts on the bed so that he can remove her shoes and socks, which are both soaked right through, never moving his eyes from her face, looking for any sign of discomfort. His hands move up to the button on her trousers and he stops.
This feels wrong, like I'm taking advantage.
"Griss…" comes Sara's weak voice. "I'm…still cold…"
His heart breaks a little more, she sounds like a frightened child.
"I know sweetheart. I am too. Am I still okay to undress you?"
"Mmhmm…." she nods her head. "Your hands are…warm on my skin…" she whispers, and a slight smile curves the corners of her mouth.
He smiles.
He carefully unbuttons her trousers and she sighs as his fingers come in contact with her stomach, sending a different kind of shiver throughout her body.
"Mmm…" she moans, quietly.
Grissom smiles again.
Her skin is so soft, cold but soft. This feels so wrong, but so right at the same time.
He places an arm under her body and lifts her hips off the bed so that he can pull her trousers off. He can't help but look at her panties, black silk with a lace trim. He feels something stir within him and his heart rate starts to pick up speed. He then slowly pulls Sara in to a sitting position, so that he can remove her jacket and vest top. He holds her close to his bare chest and manages to push the jacket from her her shoulders.
Once she's free of her jacket, she feels so much better. A rush of heat wraps around her body, making her skin ache and tingle, but in a good way.
"Sara, can you lift your arms for me please?" he whispers.
Sara does as she's asked; she lifts her arms, and Grissom lifts the top over her head, allowing his fingers to lightly touch her body. She opens her eyes and her breath gets caught in her throat as her eyes find focus on Grissom's bright blue eyes, which are staring back at her intently. She doesn't realise that he's half naked until he pulls her against him. She feels his arms wrap around her and she can feel his hands running up and down her back as he tries to warm her up. She drapes her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder, sighing with contentment.
"Better?" he asks, his hot breath against her ear.
A quick shiver runs through her body again, a delightful shiver caused by the closeness of her and Grissom.
"Much..." she replies. "You?"
He smiles. "Better."
"Get under the quilt, keep warm." he says, but doesn't pull away.
"Okay..." moans Sara, as she moves away from him.
He reluctantly lets go of her and lifts the towel from the bed. Sara takes it and quickly dries her hair before climbing under the duvet, leaving an opening so Grissom can to climb in next to her. Just as he's about to settle in beside her, there's a knock on the door. He groans, not wanting to spoil the moment, but he knows he should answer it. He stands up and tucks Sara in to bed and he pulls the duvet off the other bed and wraps it around his shoulders as he opens the door.
"I've brought some food, it's only beans on toast, sorry. There's also a flask of hot water, you'll find coffee, tea, sugar, milk and hot chocolate on the desk over there." says Matthew, pointing towards a small table.
"Thank you." says Grissom, smiling with gratitude.
Once back inside, Grissom hands Sara a plate of food. She takes it but makes no effort to eat.
"Sara, you need to eat, you'll feel better." says Grissom.
"I'm so cold, I feel sick." she replies.
"Please eat it, Sara. At least try to a little bit."
"Can I have a drink first, please?"
Grissom moves over to the bed and sits beside her as he hands her a mug of coffee, brushing his fingers against hers.
"It's instant, but it's better than nothing." he smiles.
"Thanks."
Sara pretty much drinks it in one gulp, revelling in the warmth as it slides down her throat.
"Now eat." says Grissom sternly, before turning back to the table for his food and coffee.
When Sara finishes her food, and a second mug of coffee, she turns towards Grissom. She watches him lay on his bed and pull the quilt up over him.
"Thank you..." she whispers.
"What for?" he asks.
"For taking care of me." she smiles.
"Anytime." Grissom smiles. "You should get some sleep."
Sara settles down in the bed, facing Grissom, and closes her eyes, wishing that he'd come and join her in her bed, even just for tonight.
TBC...
Chapter 3 should be up on Wednesday.
This chapter didn't turn out like I wanted it to, but...tough.
CSI – Nesting Dolls is just starting on tv now, so I'm cutting this chapter short so that I can watch it. I'm in desperate need of a GSR fix.
Lynne x
