A road trip to paradise
Sara was worn out, all she wanted to do was go home and settle in a hot bath. She still had an hour before the end of shift and she let the thoughts of hot water and bubbles surrounding her envelope her while she sat at the break room table sipping coffee and pretending to read a file.
She was just deciding on what bubble bath she wanted to use when she felt him enter the room and closed her eyes as every nerve ending in her body stood on end. She kept her eyes closed; now envisioning what it would be like to have him in the tub with her.
A moment later she felt an electric jolt when he placed a hand on her shoulder, he must have felt it too because he pulled his hand away quickly. She opened her eyes and looked at him and he took in a deep breath.
That one look had told him everything he needed to know. For the rest of the shift he tried not to touch her for fear of being scorched. He knew once they were out of sight of the office all bets were off and he would be more than willing to be consumed by the fire that is Sara Sidle.
At one point Greg came into the room to grab a quick cup of coffee before the end of shift and felt the tension in the air. It hung there like fog. He assumed Grissom and Sara must be having another fight when he noticed neither one of them was even acknowledging the other.
He couldn't have been more wrong. Finally the end of shift came and Sara closed the file she was pretending to read and got up, "later Greg, Griss." She said almost as an afterthought. She headed straight for the car and only had to wait about a minute before Grissom came out.
Luckily the car was in the far corner of the lot because once Grissom got there he promptly pinned Sara up against the side, kissing her deeply. Sara had driven him almost to the breaking point just by being near him today.
"Griss" she said a little breathlessly as he moved on to her neck. "Mmmm…" was all the response she got.
"As good as this feels" oh and it did feel good, "I think we should take this somewhere else." He reluctantly detached himself from a delectable section of skin and nodded in agreement, "Get in the car." He almost demanded.
She got into the car and he moved in behind the steering wheel and started the engine. Once they had turned the corner and were safely away from the entrance to the lab Sara reached over and placed her hand on his thigh, eliciting a quick intake of breath from Grissom.
She slowly began moving it up inch by inch, and once she made contact with him he practically growled. With a devilish look encompassing her face she reached up and began to undo his belt and he looked at her in shock, is she about to do what I hope she is going to do? He thought to himself.
He got his answer when she unzipped his pants and released him from his material bindings. She gave him a giant smile right before she came down on him and he almost ran the car off the road.
She took her time tasting every last inch of him, savoring it. She could tell he was slowly losing his grip as she pleasured him.
He was finding it more and more difficult to maintain eye contact with the road. He placed one of his hands on the back of her head, encouraging her to continue. His breathing began to quicken, an indication he was nearing the breaking point, and she strengthened her efforts.
He tightened his hold on her hair, "Sara…Ohhh…Yessss!" he cried out as he came. Sara gave him one last longing tug with her mouth and then placed him back in his pants and zipped him back up. She was just sitting back up in her seat when he parked the car in their driveway, he had no idea how they had gotten home, but they did.
He slammed the car in park, turned off the motor to the car, undid his seat belt and grabbed Sara, pinning her against her seat as he devoured her mouth. He kept her there until they were both short of breath and when the kiss ended she looked up at him and smiled.
He smiled back at her, "Your turn." And she practically giggled with anticipation.