Never expect less from a boring party
Chapter two : Shit! Drunk Grissom!
A/N
: I so enjoyed re-checking this chapter because it was fun to do! The
last scene is rather funny yet angst, so I'm curious about what you
think about it! I moved the K+ rate to T because there are certain
'things' in it so.. you'll see when you get there. For now,
have fun! P.S. : Do not kill me for the end!
Suddenly someone put his hands on their shoulders, both were shocked due to the sudden movement.
'Hey, how are you two doing? Getting bored?' the man behind them said.
They both looked over their shoulders to see who it was; It was Jim Brass in a black suit with a tie, he was dressed nicely and they saw him for the first time decent like this.
'Getting? I am.' Grissom said cold while he took a sip of his drink.
'So you're just heavy drinking, huh?' Brass asked with a little devilish grin.
Grissom faked a smile and looked in front of him.
He didn't want the attention Brass gave him but Sara's, not that he would get any of it now since Brass was here.
Brass sat next to Sara and ordered himself a drink.
'I think I should head back home.' Grissom said after long staring towards Sara and Brass's conversation.
He knew he wouldn't get Sara's attention or that she would be alone with him, so for himself, he choose the right thing to do.
'Do you want me to drive you?' Sara asked while she looked into his baby blue eyes.
'No, I think I'm capable of driving, thanks anyway.' Grissom replied cold
He stood up and drank his glass empty with one swallow.
Brass and Sara watched him while he did.
'You sure?' she asked with hesitation.
'I'm positive.'
He tried to walk away but it was like a drunk man walking towards his home after spending a night in one of the pubs.
Sara stood up, trying to grab his waist with her right hand and with her other hand his left arm with the intention to place it around her shoulders,
trying
to give him some support or something to lean against.
But he
struggled, he wouldn't let her grab his hand nor put hers on his
waist.
Sara looked at him with disbelief.
'You're not capable of driving, you know it so let me help you.'
'No, I'm capable of driving, I'm capable of everything.' he said and his words continue to play in his head, realizing what he said, he stiffed a little.
'Don't be so stubborn, let me help you. Once in a while, you need a woman to help you, if you like it or not,' Sara noticed that he was starting to blush. ' Well, well, thé bugman has some feelings for woman and capable of everything, huh? We'll see about that, mister.'
She wiggled her dark brown eyebrows and put her arm around his waist while she also grabbed his left hand to put it around her shoulder for support. She saw that he was getting even more red now.
'Now, let me help you, if you don't like it ; screw you because I'm going to help you no matter what,' Sara looked at him and saw that he opened his mouth but didn't spoke; he was for the first time she knew speechless. 'I even like it when they fight back, making it harder for us woman.'
She wiggled her brown eyebrows again and turned her head to look for the sheriff, noticing that he was standing with his back towards them.
'You know Sara, you talk to much.' he suddenly said while he wanted to sound agitated, which he luckily did.
'Says you, some people find it very comfortable and relaxing when other people talk. I guess it isn't the same for you than,' she answered sarcastically. ' I always knew you were weird.'
Grissom raised his own eyebrows in response.
'I hate it when people talk, especially when they whine.'
'I do not whine!' she said with disbelief, finding it very hard to not let him go since she was the one helping him out.
'No, it just seems that way.' he said cold and sarcastically.
'Oh, just shut up and let's go. I want to get out of here as fast as I can.' Sara said agitated.
'Yes, ma'am.'
Sara smiled due to his change in behavior and dragged him out of there towards his car.
'So, where are your car keys handsome?'
'In my back pocket honey.' he said innocent after a few seconds.
'Could you get them maybe?'
'No, unfortunately I can't reach it.' he immediately said.
She looked at him while he tried not to smile or grin, which succeeded because her right hand on his back went down and down until it stopped at his belt.
She looked for a second at his back pocket, watched his tush and continued with the trail that her hand was following earlier, sliding it into his back pocket, she felt his tush.
Sara started to blush and Grissom looked at her from the corner of his eyes.
'Are we getting a little embarrassed? If so, I'm driving myself home,' he turned his head towards her, distorting it. He could see the disbelief on her face. 'I'm capable of driving, I really am!' he said with puppy eyes.
Sara thought that he had some cuteness but he had been always cute for and to her.
'Tell that to the judge when they arrest you for a DUI.'
Both smiled and Sara finally noticed that he'd lied, his car keys weren't in his back pocket.
'You're so mean.'
'I know, I love it too but how do you know it was that one and not the other pocket?' he said suspicious, not actually asking while he wiggled his eyebrows and knew right away what she was talking about.
'Are you trying to flirt with me?' she asked while she tried to sound innocent and disbelieved.
Grissom pouted his lips.
'Am I? If so, is it working?'
Sara wiggled her eyebrows and pinched his tush.
She thought that she heard a moan from the pinching but she thought that she probably heard something else.
'It works handsome.' she said with a devilish grin.
Grissom hoped that she didn't hear him moan when she pinched his tush, however, he tried not to blush and that succeed with a lot of effort.
'Are you playing with me or are you keys in a other pocket?'
'I'm playing with you,' he said honest and turned his head away from Sara. ' They're in one of my front pockets.' he said innocent while he tried to hide his smile but it didn't work, there came a smile upon his face.
'You got to be kidding me!' she said with disbelief.
'No, I'm not kidding. I'm honest, I truly am.'
'Yeah and drunk, in which pocket are your keys?'
'I believe the left one.'
Her hand went out of his back pocket and went to his front pocket and slide in.
Her hand was a few inches removed from his crotch and he was happy enough that it wasn't closer or otherwise she'd felt how aroused he was.
What she did to him with one single touch amazed him.
'I don't feel them, are you sure that they were in this pocket?'
Sara's hand searched through his pocket on a fast pace, leaving no inch untouched.
After a while, she grabbed something which she was sure of that it were his car keys.
'No wait, I got them.' she said quickly.
Grissom only blushed while his mouth fell open.
'Sara?' he asked gently but out of breath while he tried not to moan while his mouth hanged open.
'That's… not my car key.' he stumbled out.
Sara snapped her head towards Grissom, she noticed that his mouth was slightly open and that he blushed.
'What?'
'Trust me, that's not my car key.' he said again while he was gasping for air and snapped his head backwards.
Sara looked at him with confusion, asking herself about what he was talking about but after a few seconds, she too got the message.
'Oh god!' she whispered while she let her grip go.
Grissom looked at the beautiful starry sky and tried to smile.
'Grissom..? How..' Sara stopped talking and got her hand out of his pocket while she saw him smile sadly.
'What's the matter?' she asked.
Grissom turned his head towards her while he kept smiling on the same way.
'Nothing, nothing. It's just..' he paused and sighed. 'Nothing, forget what I said.'
'Well, that's easy because you didn't said anything at all.' she said agitated while she put her hands on her sides.
'Good.'
Sara watched Grissom's hand while it went into his pocket, she finally realized now how aroused he was and she stiffed, looking shocked at his arousal.
'Damn, it's big.' she said with wide eyes while she still glared at his erection.
'Excuse me?
Grissom had no idea were she was talking about but he followed her glare and figured out soon enough were she was staring at.
'You can go home, Sara. I'm capable of driving.' he said serious, frowning his eyebrows a little bit.
Sara looked up with effort, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes.
' You aren't drunk, are you?'
'No, I faked it.' Grissom said cold.
He noticed that she rolled her eyes, getting agitated due to him.
'Figures, men always do that.'
Sara ran away towards her own car.
'Sara! I only did it because I..' he stopped and she turned around to face him, he noticed that her eyes were filled with tears, about to fall if he didn't do something, anything!
Sara looked at the ground, not daring to look him in the eye and letting him know that she was weak.
'Because I what?'
'Because I wanted some, ehr,' he paused and bit his lip. 'Privacy with you.'
He tried to get her attention, trying to get her to look him in the eye eventually but she didn't more nor dare to look him in the eye.
' Talking to you, when you're alone and not with a other CSI or Brass or the sheriff.'
'Y-you saw that?' she managed to say.
'Yes, I dislike the fact that the sheriff was trying to get a date for you, trying to get you away from -' he stopped and grinned.
He walked towards her and put his hand on her shoulders, slowly pulling her into a hug.
'I'm sorry but you must know that I'm not like those other men, I'm..' he paused and sighed. 'Different, you have to face that.'
But Sara wasn't playing much attention to what he was saying, she was to busy in her own little dream world because his arousal was pushing against her hip, making her feeling weird and tingly inside.
She noticed that she was getting wet, eventually she placed her hands on his back but what she didn't notice was that he was kissing her between her neck and shoulder.
'Grissom, I –' she paused and hesitated. 'I need to get home.'
Grissom, however, kept kissing her at the same spot.
'I really need to..'
She looked at his salt and pepper hair, hell! She didn't want to leave him now, he finally answered her. Why was this happening? Why did she became so aroused too? Why didn't she wore her panties tonight? Why?!
She look closely at his brown/grey coloured hair while her hand moved up, trying to play and stroke with his hair
'Please Grissom.' she mumbled into his ear, not willing to let go of him.
Grissom immediately stopped kissing her and looked up into her eyes and stared.
'Why now honey? Isn't this what you wanted? What we both wanted?'
'God Grissom, you have no idea how long I've been wanting this but it's an emergency.'
She turned her head to the left, she couldn't bare to see him hurt like this.
'Well, ehr, if you want..' he paused. ' I can take you home.' he said nervous, hoping to get permission to spend a little more time with her.
He tried to make her look at him but she wouldn't dare to look him in the eye.
'Yes, that'll be fine. I'm kinda tired.'
'Thank you.' he said excited.
She finally looked at him, he saw a confused look upon her face and he only smiled in return, not even trying to explain it.
'Why thank you?' Sara asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
'That you let me drive, I know how some woman can be very self-centered and that they don't want any help from men.' he managed to make up and say quickly.
'Oh, just call me right away gay.' she said while she rolled her eyes.
'I'm not calling you gay, otherwise I wouldn't be doing this.' he said mysterious while he wiggled his eyebrows.
'Do what?' she asked in confusion.
His hand went to her face, gently holding it up while he stroke her face with his thumb.
'This dear.'
To be continued.
