I'm on an updating record and loving it!!! For those of you going, "Who the f**k is Sully?" The third last line explains it in one. Due to many encouraging reviews of Thousand Miles, there's some smut in there for ya. GSRgirlforever is very encouraging too and I thank hjer deeply for that.
Enjoy!!!
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After a few fitful hours of sleep, Sara felt more tired than she did before she went to bed. The apartment she had bought with Gil was littered with boxes yet to go into storage while they finished with their research project. Until then they were stuck in two different countries until their grant got funded. Who knew how long that would take.
She looked over at the screen on her cell. 9:30. Great. It was 6:30 in Paris right now so Gil would be nearly half way to New York by now and Sully would be packing. Hopefully. One thing about Gil and Sully, they were almost complete opposites. Hank the four pound boxer trotted in and sat obediently by his master, waiting patiently for a scratch behind his ears.
She'd run by the hospital and sat with Olivia for a while. She missed her boys, she'd said as much, but she refused to divulge as to why she was in Vegas. The older woman had taken her hand, repeatedly running her thumb over Sara's golden wedding band, commenting about how happy her son was now he had followed his heart. She also complained at the lack of an engagement ring, claiming she raised her son better, ignoring Sara's constant reminders that she had told him not to waste his money.
Sara smirked at the memory of the stories from her husband's childhood, particularly the experiment with the paint bomb. Gil would never live that one down.
Greg and Nick called a number of times to check up on her. The fact that they truly were like brothers to her made her feel like part of a family.
With the apartment cleaned three times, Hank taken on multiple walks and Discovery running back to back on various bugs that Gil would have thoroughly enjoyed under different circumstances, 8 o'clock saw Sara feeling unusually jittery while standing in the arrivals registration of McCarran airport.
A familiar head of silvery gray hair was approaching through the sea of tourists, suitcase in hand. She greeted the man with a hearty hug which he returned in kind.
"Have a good flight?"
"Are you kidding? Airplane food always goes straight through me. How's mom?"
"Awake. And talking."
"Oh God. What did she tell you?"
"An interesting story about a paint bomb."
"You told her?!"
Both parties turned towards Gil Grissom, standing with his back pack while eying the couple in playful anger.
"Bro, I swear I didn't say anything. That experiment was just as embarrassing for me."
"'Embarrassing for you'? It was your idea!"
"How was I supposed to know that damn vacuum bag was gonna explode? I was 7!"
"Okay children, save it. Your mother is missing you both and Catherine is driving me nuts with questions as the team wasn't invited to the wedding. Now move your butts before I kick 'em into the car."
"Jeez you married a feisty one Gil."
Gil chuckled when Sara's hand smacked the back of Sully's head.
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Greg called on their way to the apartment, informing them that of the 79 prints lifted from the motel room, most matched Olivia, and the others matched each other but no one in CODIS.
Sully was impressed by the various decorations and the influence that Sara had bestowed upon her brother's life. When Gil had announced his engagement to his mother and himself with a glowing expression on his face, they were both genuinely surprised. The heartbreak that had occurred in the man's earlier life had thrown Gil into his work, making them become strangely distant. To see his brother full of life and completely in love put a genuine smile on his face.
"We don't have a spare room so you'll have to crash on the couch. Sorry."
"It's cool. I'm used to roughing it anyway."
"The guys should be coming around in an hour, you want to grab a shower before they get here?"
"I might change my shirt but I should be good. 'Bout you Gil?"
"I'll grab one in a minute. Can I talk to you first Sara?"
"Gil, we're all adults here. If you wanna have sex with your wife, go have sex with your wife. Just try not to be too loud. I'm sure you have neighbors and I sure don't want listen to you."
With a cheeky grin on his face, Gil picked his wife up in his arms and ran to the bathroom, leaving Sully to listen to Sara's giggles.
Placing her feet firmly on the tiled floor, Sara lost her fingers in Gil's curls, bringing their lips into a passionate embrace, while his hands kneaded the flesh of her pert ass to which she moaned with enthusiasm. Tongues crept out to mate with the other, while clothes disappeared article at a time.
Gil blindly reached out and turned the shower on, testing the temperature while Sara kept her hands occupied with his balls.
"Jesus honey."
He took her hand and impatiently pulled her under the spray, pinning her against the wall.
"Let's never be apart this long again" Came a mumbled statement from her shoulder.
"The team will be here soon and Sully's in the other room."
Once again her feet left the floor, automatically wrapping around his waist, her husband's penis immediately penetrating her vaginal walls.
"We'll have to be quick then."
He set the slow, sluggish pace, driving himself into her repeatedly. Her teeth bit down into his shoulder as he picked up speed until their bodies were slamming into each other in a race to the finish line. He crushed his mouth against hers to muffle the screams of her orgasm, spilling his seed inside her.
Gil placed her feet back on the floor but held her close because his legs felt like jelly and he was certain hers did too.
"Well, that was fun."
Sara laughed wholeheartedly as they took turns washing each other until the water ran cold. They toweled down pressed back to back, knowing if they were looking, they were going to get carried away again. Sully was smirking when they reentered the kitchen, Sara's face red with laughter while Gil tickled her sides.
"Gil, knock it off."
"Not until you take it back."
"No!"
She keeled over, landing firmly on her backside.
"Leave the poor girl alone before she suffocates Gil."
"We'll finish this later. You want anything to drink?"
"I'll have some apple juice."
The trio were sat watching a movie on the flat screen when a knock on the door sounded. Noticing how comfortable the couple looked, cuddling on the loveseat, Sully pried himself from the couch and answered the door, coming across four people. People he'd never seen before, immediately smothered in a hug from the strawberry blonde.
"Erm...hi?"
"We were worried about you Gil."
"That's nice but...I'm not Gil."
Eight eyes looked from Sully at the door to Gil and Sara on the couch. Gil noticed the murderous look on Catherine's face. Shit.
"Hey...guys."
"Care to explain your clone here Gil."
"He's not a clone. Guys...this is my identical twin brother Sully."
The look was still there. Gil turned to Sara.
"I'm a dead man aren't I?"
