Disclaimer: I do not own Grissom, Sara, or CSI. No profit was made from the writing of this story.
Acknowledgements: My thanks go to Elle, Amanda, and Carie.
Wet
It felt like heaven.
She turned her face into the spray, sighing as the hot course of water slid over her skin, allowing the last three days of her life to evaporate into the steam. She felt it all washing away; too much time at the lab and too much missing him.
It had been so easy to forget what it was like to go home alone after a shift, and without the solace of his arms, three days was starting to feel like forever. She wondered what was happening to her, and how she had so thoroughly lost herself in him. She'd imagined their life together more times than she was willing to admit, but even her wildest dreams could not compare to the way she felt when she was with him.
Reaching for her shower gel, she poured a small amount of the liquid into her palm. Slick with soap, her hands slid over her body, down her arms and across her stomach as the sweet scent of coconut rose up around her. With her eyes closed, it was so easy to imagine his hands on her body instead of her own.
She knew his touch as intimately as her own. After years of hesitation, the fearless way he loved her had been so unexpected, but it had enveloped her from the first moment he kissed her, and it had been there ever since. She smiled a little as she thought about welcoming him home; the way it would feel to have his hands on her skin once again.
She traced the shape of her breasts, holding the soft weight of them in her palm. Relaxing into her own touch, she fell back against the tile wall. Her gaze dropped, and she watched the soft skin of her nipples tighten under her own hand.
The thought that she was only a few hours away from seeing him made her heart beat a little faster, and she felt a warm pulse of desire between her legs. Her hand moved of its own accord and her fingers began stroking lightly over the short hair at the apex of her thighs. She loved the contrasting texture, the brush of coarse hair against her fingers, the softness of the skin beneath. She touched her clit lightly and pleasure coiled in her center, a hot rush that spread through her body.
She slid two fingers deep into her core as she imagined the velvet heat of him inside of her. With each thrust, she felt her need building, and her hands became relentless as she sought release. She moaned softly, his name falling from her lips.
Grissom dropped his suitcase on the floor just inside the bedroom door as he tugged his tie from around his neck. Knowing Sara had the night off, he'd caught an early flight home expecting to find her asleep in their bed. For the last few hours, he'd thought of nothing more than curling his body around hers, and immersing himself in the sweet solace of her.
His eyes fell on the empty bed, its tangled sheets telling him of a sleepless night. The bathroom door was slightly open, and his ears picked up the sound of running water. Crossing the room, he pushed the bathroom door open, stopping short at the sight before him. His eyes traced the beautiful shape of her body, its outline slightly muted by the steam that clung to the shower door; she looked like something out of a dream.
He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He felt caught between wanting to watch her and needing to touch her, until he heard his name as it fell from her lips. He was stunned by the sound of it, by the unmistakable desire that he heard there. He couldn't count the number of times she'd said his name in the heat of passion, but this was somehow different, unexpected, and so full of longing that it nearly took his breath away.
He was unbuttoning his shirt before he knew it, nearly consumed by the desire that flooded his body on the heels of her voice. The rest of his clothes landed in a pile on the floor as he reached for the shower door.
"Sara." His voice was a whisper and his eyes were all over her, coming to rest on the hand moving between her legs.
She looked at him through half lidded eyes, not quite believing that he was standing in front of her. She blinked, convinced that her eyes were playing tricks on her, that she had somehow conjured him out of her fantasy. The cool rush of air followed by the sharp click of metal as he stepped into the shower told her this was no fantasy. "I was just thinking about you." Her voice was barely audible over the sound of the shower.
He stepped towards her, unable to hide his need. "Don't stop." He was sure he'd never seen anything quite this erotic before; the way the tiny droplets of water clung to her skin, the low hum of pleasure that seemed to pervade his entire being, and the insistent movements of her hand nearly pushed him over the edge.
Her eyes flicked over him, desire flaring as she took in the sight of him standing naked before her. She closed her eyes briefly, her finger pressing more urgently over her clit at the mere thought of him inside of her.
"Let me." He said softly, sliding his hand over hers. Their fingers tangled for a moment, before she took hers away.
He brought his mouth down on hers as his finger grazed her clit. He loved the first touch of her, the way he sank so easily into her wetness, the silky soft feel of her intoxicated him. His moan vibrated through her as he kissed her. "Honey, you're so wet."
She circled her hips against his touch as she ran her hands over his skin. "I missed you." She licked and kissed her way along his jaw line as she wove her fingers through his hair, pressing herself against him.
"Tell me what you were thinking about." He slid his finger deeper inside of her, stroking her slowly; he thought he might come just from the feel of her around his fingers.
"You." She was thrusting against his hand, soft sounds coming from the back of her throat as she lost herself in his touch.
"I want to hear it." He ran his tongue over the curve of her ear, tugging at the lobe with his teeth.
"The way you fuck me." The words came out on a rush of breath as he added a second finger. "You make me feel so good." She loved the way he loved her, the way he knew what she wanted and needed from him without a single word.
Her words echoed in his ear, and he closed his eyes against the slick feel of her on his fingers. He stroked her again and again, wanting nothing more than to feel her come in his arms. "Sara."
It was just two syllables but to her it was a thousand things. The sound of his voice spread through her, bringing with it such a wave of bliss that she couldn't hold on any longer. And as the water fell around them, she let go, pleasure pulsing through her as she clung to him.
"God, I missed you." He held her to his chest whispering to her as she lay heavily against him. He loved the feel of her skin against his; it was the most honest thing he'd ever known. He might have stayed like that forever, if it wasn't for the way she was sliding her body against him.
Her hand closed around him, her palm moving against his cock. He grunted softly in her ear, encouraging her movements against him. She felt his lips move along her cheek, pressing a kiss at her temple as his fingers moved through her hair.
Three days of missing her surged through him, and he devoured her with his kisses, drinking her in like a starving man. "Sara…" His hand moved between her legs, separating her thighs
"The bed." Sara's voice was hoarse against his ear. "Not here." She reached blindly for the faucet, turning it off as he pulled her from the shower. She thought he might have grabbed a towel but she couldn't be bothered to care. Her wet feet slid against the floor, but he held her tightly in his embrace as he pulled her into the bedroom.
The air was cool and sharp against her skin as they tumbled onto the bed, but he covered her body so quickly with his own that all she felt was the hard press of his him against her and all she could think about was how much she wanted him. She rolled onto her back, pulling him on top of her. She felt the perfection of his skin against hers right to her soul as she brought her palms up to cup his face.
He sighed as she brought his mouth down to hers; he felt her consuming him with her kisses. He slid a hand over her thigh, and she opened herself to him. Looking down at her, he was almost unable to believe in the reality of the moment. There was a certain amount of disbelief that always accompanied moments like this, making him wonder if all of this could really be his.
She brushed her fingers along his cheekbone. "What is it?"
He closed his eyes against her touch. "I love you." The words sometimes seemed inadequate to describe what he felt for her, but they were the only ones he had. "I just wanted to say it."
"I know," she said softly. For all the times that he'd left it unsaid, for all the imperfect moments he'd left between them, this one completed them all. "I love you too."
He nodded, bringing his mouth to hers. He kissed his way along her jaw line, tracing a path across her cheek. "Touch yourself…" He breathed the words into her ear. "Like before..." He took her hand into his, placing it at the delta of her thighs.
She met his gaze as her fingers skimmed over her clit, her hips rising insistently into her own touch. Her desire multiplied, spreading though her as she felt his eyes on her, and the head of his cock poised between her legs.
His eyes traveled down her body, watching the slow roll of her hips against her hand, and his breath caught in his throat at the depth of his arousal. Sliding his hand over his cock, he entered her slowly, allowing their bodies to meld together.
Her heels pressed into the mattress as he rocked against her, connecting her to him in the most intimate of ways. The scent and feel of him coalesced around her, encompassing her in a wave of bliss.
He cried out her name as he felt her orgasm vibrate through her, carrying him away as he lost himself in her. He was awed by the intensity between them; he'd never imagined that three days away would leave him with such a deep need for her.
As he collapsed in her arms, he was nearly overcome by a sense of belonging; he'd never known the kind of peace that Sara gave to him. He'd spent years coming to know her, carefully mapping his love for her, and when he finally touched her, it was as if he already knew her by heart.
She watched him as he lay beside her, tracing the shape of his face with the tip of her finger. "Welcome home," she said quietly.
He brought her fingers to his lips, smiling at her words because that is exactly where he was.
