Chapter 4:
A/N: Well things are gonna be cute and GSR filled in this chapter, hope you enjoy it (this chapter is rated high T or low M depending on your view point). In this story Sara is 22 in her last year of college at Berkeley (she decided to double major and get a master's so that's why she's in her 6th year assuming she graduated high school at 16). Which obviously this means Grissom is 37.
Sara got up from the grass and wiped herself off before heading back to her single apartment at the end of campus, one of the reasons she loved being a senior. She showered, spending her time going over the days events with Grissom.
"It feels like I've known him forever the way we played and everything today. It went from student/teacher to flirty best friend going to lovers stuff. I mean, he even gave me his number and said I could call and ask anything, emphasis on the anything. I could have some fun with this." She thought to herself as she walked back from the shower into her bedroom, devious smile playing at her lips.
Sara put on black lace lingerie, dried her hair enough so she could take the towel out of it, picked up her cordless phone and walked back to her bed where she promptly sprawled across it and dialed Grissom's number, which she had already memorized. Grissom dove for the phone after getting out of the shower and hearing it ring, he lost his towel on the way, landing on the bed completely naked he took a deep breath before answer. "Hello?"
"Hello Gil." Sara answered with a hint of mischief.
"Hey Sara. I'm glad you called, I was just thinking about you." "Is that weird to say? Should I have said that, I mean I just met her…"
"That makes two of us. I was thinking about you too."
"Ok at least I'm not the only one. I mean who couldn't think about that gorgeous woman."
"So you said call to ask anything right?" "There that was smooth, easily lead into the conversation away from school.."
"Yes I did." He said a smile beginning to tug at his mouth.
"What are you wearing?" She said in a rush, trying not to giggle.
Grissom looked down and realized for the first time that he wasn't wearing anything after his dive onto the bed. "Uh, well, I…" He was blushing even though no one was watching him.
Sara smiled. "Come on Gil it can't be that bad. Here I'll send you a picture of me and what I'm wearing. Check your email." "Oh god oh god oh god, I hope this isn't considered sexually harassing my teacher, I mean, he's not really my teacher, I'm just attending his lectures, but still."
Grissom got off the bed and put on a pair of boxer-briefs before sitting down at his laptop and pulling up his email account. He nearly dropped the phone when he saw the picture of Sara smiling deviously while wearing black lace panties and bra. "Oh my god." He said in an almost whisper into the phone.
Sara smiled brightly. "I take it you got my picture. Do you like my outfit?" Sara had to control the urge to burst out laughing. "I still don't know what you're wearing though Gil."
"Oh my lord this woman is going to be the death of me. Two can play this game though." "I did, and I love your outfit. You should wear that to the lecture tomorrow." Grissom stood up and smiled to himself when he heard her silence, he could tell she was gawking at the phone.
He grabbed his camera and stood in front of the full mirror, taking a moment to stroke himself until fully hard and making sure his erection could be seen through his boxer-briefs he took a picture. He was by no means an arrogant man, but he knew he was quite gifted when it came to anatomy.
"Check your email Sara." He said smiling to himself and stretching back out on the bed.
Sara opened her email to see a picture of Gil Grissom standing in front of the mirror, smooth expanse of strong chest and semi-toned arms, slightly bowed muscular legs, and a pair of blue boxer-briefs that had a clear outline of a nice sized erection in them running down the side of his thigh. Sara moaned under her breath and returned to her bed. Grissom's erection twitched when he heard her moan and he smiled.
"So did you enjoy the picture? That's one of my favorite outfits." He smiled a devious smile.
"Wow. I like your outfit a lot." Sara swallowed and built up some courage. "The erection was my favorite part." Sara smiled to herself, proud of her comment.
Grissom nearly choked when she spoke. "She is definitely bold, and for some reason it turns me on all the more." "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He said in a just as bold comment.
He turned and looked at the clock; it was approaching midnight and he had to be up at 6am to get ready for the lectures of the day. Sadly he had to end their discussion.
"Sara, it's about midnight and I have to be up in 6 hours to start getting things ready for my lectures. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at the lecture, and if you wear your outfit you can guarantee you will be giving an old man like me a heart attack. I want to take you out for lunch again tomorrow after the lecture; I can almost guarantee you will have more questions. Until then. Goodnight sweetheart. 'Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.'" He smiled and hoped she would understand his quote.
"Goodnight Shakespeare. I'll see you in the morning. Sweetdreams Gil." With that they both hung up and slept. Dreams of naughty things dancing through their heads. In Grissom's case bugs as well.
A/N: So you saw a naughtier playful side of both characters. The quote Grissom uses for bedtime is from Macbeth if you were curious. I was struggling between that one or one by Homer where he says "There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep." Hope you enjoyed it, don't forget to review.