Chapter 6

Jenny looked up at Dickie and he back at her, then to the door that slammed closed at the top of the porch steps. They spurted toward the wooden structure and tried to run of the steps but tripped over one another.

"Where are they going?" Jenny hush-yelled.

"The hell with that! "What" are they going to do when they get there?"

"Oh, Dickie! This is it! I can feel it! I know it!"

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Sara didn't have time to think as she was pulled into the bedroom and spun around until she was inside Grissom's gloriously muscled arms. She barely had the chance to look at him as his face came close and his lips covered hers in a kiss that made her knees go weak. Vaguely, she heard the door close then felt herself being backed up until she was pressed against it.

"Sara," he breathed against her between intoxicating kisses that tugged at her lips and separated them as his tongue would dart inside, each thrust sending a jolt of electrical shock straight to her groin. "Sara?"

"Hmmm?" She asked as she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself but when she felt his hand slide up beneath her shirt and land on her lace-covered breast, she whimpered and lifted her leg as she tried to wrap it around his hip.

"Sara, I know what to do about this now," he growled as he reached down and lifted the leg that was repeatedly sliding along his outer thigh.

"Oh, thank God!" she breathed against his mouth as she continued to subconsciously try to climb up his body. "If you don't do something right this minute, I think I'm going to explode into a million pieces and die!"

"No," he smirked as he pressed her back against the door again, this time grabbing both legs and wrapping them around his waist. "I won't let you die."

He pressed himself against her and she felt herself on the brink of a climax already. Jesus! If this is what he can do just within the first minute—she didn't know if she could survive the actual act, itself. She groaned and clutched to him, starting to shake with the waves of electricity that was shooting through her. She felt his arms begin to tremble and realized he was feeling much the same then watched as he pressed her against the door again before separating far enough to allow his gaze to travel down her body to where it was pressed so intimately against his. She felt his growl rumble through his big body more than she actually heard it then almost grunted when he moved one hand down to the front of her, pressing against her throbbing nub through the cloth of her shorts before he tired of it and slipped his fingers beneath the leg opening. Her head actually thumped back against the door as she arched and started to buck against him. She couldn't stop herself. She wanted to, but couldn't as she grabbed onto the thick muscle of his forearm and tried to pull him away. But his insistence won out and he continued to stroke her as he leaned in against her again and pressed his lips to her ear.

"You are sublime," he whispered then flicked his tongue into the shell he found there.

She grabbed his face with both hands and turned him to meet her kiss. It was everything she had ever imagined it would be. His lips, so soft and yet demanding; his teeth, slightly crooked in a way that sent her senses reeling; and his tongue; oh, his tongue. She was being moved but all she could concentrate on was the man she was pouring all her love into. She couldn't stop kissing him, she was consumed with it. She was starving for the taste and texture of him and each time she heard his little groan, sigh or growl, she thought she surely had died and gone to heaven. He pulled his mouth back from hers and she groaned her disappointment but then felt herself falling and realized they were dropping onto the bed. They bounced twice and he no sooner settled between her thighs than he was ravaging her mouth with his again. But as his lips nipped and sucked at her, he lifted himself onto his knees and started stripping the shirt from his body and tossed it onto the edge of the bed. Next came her blouse and he raised himself enough to look down at the treasure he had found there, then swiftly went about unbuttoning her shorts before yanking them off her long limbs. She lay on the bed in her bra and panties, looking up at him as he remained between her legs but on his haunches as he still wore his jeans. Never had she seen a sight as erotic as this man with his hands sliding up and down her thighs before traveling to her stomach where his fingertips lightly traced over the sensitive skin just enough to make her abdomen convulse in reaction. He let a smile touch his eyes as he repeated the procedure and watched as she reacted the same way with her breath catching in her throat with each stroke. His eyes slowly moved up over her body, stopping as he looked at the black and mauve lace that covered her breasts. He quickly glanced up at her then back again and trailed his fingers up her sides and on to the thin straps to her bra. She shrugged out of the contraption with his help, then watched as he tugged it lower, exposing her already hardened nipples. Another quick glance at her face and he lowered himself down upon her, bringing a moan from the depths of her soul as she felt the immense hardness of him pressed so intimately to her core. He kissed her and swallowed her response as he played with the curls surrounding her face and let the sensation of his chest muscles pressed against her breasts excite them both. The descent of his lips to her jaw and on to her neck had her arching against him and he didn't deny them the glorious sensations they were creating as she wrapped her legs around his and pulled him against her tightly. He responded with steady gyrations and when it wasn't providing him with enough pressure, he reached down and lifted her bottom until it aligned them perfectly. Through panties and denim, their desire screamed throughout their bodies and she clutched to his shoulders. When his tongue slid across her throat, she tilted her head back to give him greater access and when he went lower and nibbled on her shoulder, her fingers found his curls and guided him even lower. He latched onto her breast almost as if he were afraid of doing so and when he suckled for a few moments then stopped all movement, she understood why. He was being consumed with sensations and the events unfolding around them. She looked at his face that was tight with desire and couldn't wait any longer so she reached down his sides and slid her fingers between them. He allowed her the access she was seeking as her hand slid over the bulge in his jeans and she rubbed him rhythmically.

"Oh, Grissom, I can't wait any longer," she breathed against his throat and he grabbed onto the back of her neck and held her as his mouth found hers in a starving kiss.

She reached for his button and opened his pants, then reached as far as she could as she pushed them down over his hips before grasping hold of him and feeling a heat that burned her. He groaned so deeply she wasn't quite sure if she had hurt him or not, until he stopped his kiss to growl.

"I need to be in you, Sara—now."

She looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever seen and quickly nodded her head but when he reached down to push at her panties, she simply brushed his hands away and pulled her leg opening to the side. He got a knowing smile in his eyes and positioned himself , then with great effort, slowly pushed himself against her.

Her throat constricted at the initial pain of it. She always thought it would be glorious, but nothing prepared her for this. He was much larger than she had anticipated and her body needed to adjust to his. He picked up on this as he clamped his eyes closed and retreated, then pressed back inside again, going a little farther this time. He repeated this procedure several more times until finally he was sheathed completely within her and wedged between her thighs. He moved his arms back up until he was resting on his elbows with a forearm on each side of her.

"I can't believe this," she whispered as she looked up at him and his lips tilted up the slightest to reveal that he, too, was having trouble grasping their situation. "We're really doing this."

"It feels real to me," he whispered back. "Or maybe it feels more like a bit of heaven. What do you think, Sara? Are you my angel?"

"I'll be whatever you want me to be, just so I know you're here with me."

"I only want you to be—you."

He lowered his head again and touched his lips to hers then pulled his hips back and thrust forward, bringing a gasp from her. He looked at her for confirmation that she was alright and upon a quick nod of her head, he repeated the procedure. Their rhythm remained slow but gained power with each thrust until she was feeling as if she were going to burst with each stroke his immenseness provided against the sensitive area inside of her.

"Faster. . .faster."

He didn't refuse and soon the bed was bouncing in a rhythm that had the headboard nearly beating a tune against the wall.

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Jenny and Dickie made it back the hallway just in time for the bedroom door to slam closed in front of them. Jenny had gotten a glimpse of the look in Grissom's eyes as he nearly pounced on Sara and the blonde woman kicked her leg so high with excitement that she could have put any Rockette to shame. She clapped her hands then turned to where Dickie was just stumbling into place next to her.

"This is it!" She jumped into an unsuspecting Dickie's arms and forced him back against the wall. "We'll be on our way any moment now!"

They both turned and widened their eyes at the sounds coming through the door, the bangs, the moans and groans. They looked at one another with anticipation when the sounds of clearly audible excited whispers escaped to them. They waited in great anticipation as they listened to various sounds that informed them they were on the fast road to eternal heaven. Then they exchanged glances as the noises became more and more demanding and indicated that this was not going to be a quickie. Finally, they pulled a chair and hassock to the doorway of the living room and sat down as they watched the closed door across the hall.

"Faster. . .faster," came from the other room and raised Jenny's brow, then the sound of the bed bouncing off the wall turned both their eyes onto one another again.

They listened to mounting sounds of the impending explosion that was bound to take place and heard Sara's repeated acclamations of the godlike creature she was in bed with, but soon heard the sounds of the mattress creaking again.

"It's okay, snookums," Dickie tried to convince her. "Maybe we just need to wait until they're finished with this first "interlude." You know the others never went at it more than once on their first times together. They can't last much longer and we'll be on our way."

She nodded her head in agreement and leaned back against the wall. They listened to the sounds of enamored voices that encouraged one another; they listened to the sounds of a bed being bounced against the floor and wall; they listened to groans and moans of contentment and what could clearly be defined as growls and mewlings.

"He's making her purr!" Jenny said as she looked over at Dickie. "Why didn't you ever make "me" purr?"

He shrugged his shoulders and went back to listening for the sign that they were finally going to be transferred to another realm.

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Sara was bare now as she lay on the bed. She felt a coolness against her body as the air touched the sheen of sweat that she had worked up. She took extreme pleasure in touching the gray and brown curls that rested against her upper abdomen as he recovered from the second explosive climax they had reached. Frankly she was a bit surprised when he took her over the edge the first time, only to slow down long enough for her to catch up with him again and eventually join him in another earth-shattering explosion. She took in a heavy breath of satisfaction but stopped midway through the exhalation of said breath as he kissed her tummy then moved until he was at her side and was turning her onto her stomach. Her curiosity was peeked as she waited until she could feel his breath on the small of her back. His fingers slid up her thighs as his lips and tongue worked up her spine until he was at the back of her neck and she could feel his hardened erection pressing against her. She turned her head to look at him and gave him a knowing smile but as he leaned in toward her again, she turned to face him and pressed him onto his back.

"Not without you, my love," he murmured as he pulled her with him then reached down and spread her legs around him. "Lift up."

She tilted her abdomen as he suggested and he positioned himself, sliding inside her and providing them with another set of sensations as they moved against one another at this new angle. It started slowly as they gently kissed and caressed one another's faces, but soon it turned into a fire that needed to be fed. She raised herself up until she was seated on him, impaled by him completely, then she took over as she rode him and went over the brink into the abyss that they sought.

She collapsed on top of him, but he didn't waste time as he moved with them until they were off the bed. She looked at him in surprise as he positioned her on the dresser and he moved to stand between her legs.

"Griss?"

"I've waited a long time, you've only wet my appetite."

He was driven by the needs he had kept leashed for far too long and he entered her with an abruptness that made her grip onto his shoulders so she wouldn't get tipped over the other side of the dresser. She soon didn't care where she landed as he moved within her. She could hear things falling but paid no mind to it. All she was able to grasp was the pure bliss that she was swimming through at the moment.

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"What in the world?" Jenny asked as she listened to the crash from inside.

"I think they knocked the lamp off the dresser. I liked that lamp, too. I remember when they put it in there—what was it? About 1980? I thought it was very tasteful." He looked over at Jenny with a cocked brow as the repeated poundings followed. "Good Lord! He better be prepared to replace that drywall if he breaks it! You can't go beating furniture against the wall like that and not expect it to create some damage!"

"Oh, Dickie!" Jenny scolded. "Forget about the damned wall. They're still not done. How long can this go on?"

"I don't know. Another fifteen minutes. . .half an hour?"

"That's what you said last time."

"Well, how was I supposed to know he would recuperate so quickly? I wish I had had the stamina he has when we were alive!"

Jenny looked at her beau and felt a stab of pity for him. She reached over and stroked his cheek. "You were just fine, sweetie."

"No, I wasn't," he moped.

"Yes, you were. You were magnificent."

"Well, not magnificent, surely."

"You were a raging bull, Dickie. You were incomparable."

"Jenny, you were a virgin when we got together. You had nothing to compare me to."

"Oh, honey, what does that matter? You're the best as far as I'm concerned. You're the bees knees! You are my stag—my ultimate."

"Really?"

"Of course. Now be quiet and listen—they've got be finished soon—right?"

Another crash from inside turned Dickie's expression dim. "There went the radio."

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Grissom was feasting on the goddess that was on his dresser, leaning back as she held herself up with her hands and he drilled inside of her. Her breasts were magnificent; everything he had ever imagined, and he wasn't about to let them alone. Hell, he wasn't prepared to let any part of her body alone now that he had breached the line.

Sara was in delicious ecstasy as she was being attacked from two ends at the same time as his powerful strokes was making her climb the peaks of another orgasm while at the same time the expertise of his lips, tongue and teeth were intensifying the experience at her breasts. She was getting closer and closer and couldn't stop the sounds erupting from her throat as she grasped onto him and held him against her. She was barely aware of herself being moved again until she felt herself dropping onto the mattress with him still inside of her. He pounded into her and she could feel him spilling his seed just as she heard the first crack of the wooden bed frame. The mattress landed haphazardly on the floor but they were both too worn to care as they held onto one another.

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The crash of the bed landing on the floor reached Jenny's and Dickie's ears but they both simply went about counting the tiles on the ceiling and inspecting their nails respectively.

"I don't think it's going to stop until the cottage falls down," Jenny said in a bored tone.

Dickie got to his feet and went back to the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No," she said with boredom as she followed him to the well lit room. "Here. There's a deck of cards. We might as well play until they're finished."

"Excuse me," came a voice from the back door. "Is Grissom or Sara around?"

Dickie looked up to see the young man he had possessed a few days before when he picked Sara's name out of the hat. "They're—um—busy right now. I don't think they can be interrupted."

"What do you mean?" Greg stepped inside and looked at the card game that was beginning. "They wanted to be filled in on what we found back at the lab."

"Well, they've got more important things on their minds right now, honey," Jenny told him. "Here, sweetie, sit down and play rummy with us until they're through."

"Until they're through?" Greg asked as he looked at the seat at the kitchen tab le. "What are they doing?"

"Could be about anything by this time," Dickie said under his breath.

"They're communicating, honey. Don't worry. Their conversation can't last that much longer. Come on—sit down. You know how to play rummy, don't you?"

"Well," Greg said doubtfully, then gave in and sat at the table. "If they're busy right now, I guess I can wait."

"That's right," Jenny agreed. "Like I said, they can't talk that much longer."

"Yeah, I know," Greg said as he watched Dickie deal out the cards and he picked up his hand. "They don't have a very good relationship. They can't seem to stay in the same room anymore without some kind of explosion taking place."

"Oh, I don't doubt that," Dickie told him.

"Oh, would you like some coffee? Dr. Grissom made a pot before dinner." Jenny got to her feet in an attempt to turn the conversation away from the couple still making love in the room behind them.

"Yeah. Sure," Greg said as he rearranged his cards. "Say, did you two find your car? I know they said you were lost or something last night."

"Our car's unavailable right now," Dickie said. "What brought you back to the lake?"

"Some of the evidence we took back with us. I wanted to fill them in on it."

"Really?" Jenny said as she put the cup down in front of Greg. "What kind of evidence?"

Greg looked at her then shrugged his shoulders. "I guess it doesn't matter so much. I mean, it isn't as if the case was something that could be leaked back to the suspects. The gun we took back to the lab. It turned out to be a collector's edition. It belonged to some publishing magnate back in the twenties."

"Publishing?" Jenny asked as she looked at him apprehensively.

"Yeah. Guy by the name of Farnsworth Spencer. He had the gun registered for insurance purposes—made quite a bundle when it went missing. He claims it was stolen."

"Um, Dickie, could you come into the room with me? I seem to have lost my. . .glasses."

"You don't wear. . ." Dickie started but flinched when Jenny gave him a look and jerked her head toward the front of the building. "Oh—"those" glasses."

He got up and followed her into the darkened living room where she turned to him immediately and started a very hushed and alarmed whisper.

"That was Pappa's prize procession!"

"I know—he threatened to use it on me if I didn't leave you alone."

"Oh, Pappa would never have used it on you. He just liked frightening you," she dismissed. "But I wonder who in the world could've stolen it! No one knew the combination of his safe except him."

"Probably that insane brother of yours!" Dickie told her. "He said he was going to do more than merely shoot me—and it doesn't warrant repeating. I found it vile when I first heard it and it still makes me cringe to think about what he wanted to do with my body parts."

"Only because he was in love with Pricilla Bentley and she wouldn't give him the time of day." She looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"Is it my fault she couldn't take no for an answer? I told her I wasn't going to see her anymore—she could have gone out with your brother. She had enough opportunity."

"If you wouldn't have led her on, Dickie! You just couldn't tell her to buzz off—could you! We were practically in the car on our way to get married and she still was hounding you to take her back."

"I couldn't help it! How was I supposed to know she'd be so adamant? We only went out for a few months before I started seeing you."

"You "saw" me for years, you oaf! You just couldn't see what was in front of your eyes! Pricilla evidently had bigger boobs sooner than I did!"

"Jenny, darling, please lets not get into that again. You were a child—what did you want me to do?"

"Uh—wait for me!"

"Really, Jeanette. Sometimes you have no understanding of the mechanics of men at all!"

"Oh, I understand all right!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you're not still little boys inside a man's body like the dope in the kitchen who, by the way, is now looking at your cards as well as mine—then you're a man stuck in a body with no idea of what to do about it until you're forced into it—like our loud Romeo in the bedroom."

"Well, at least he figured it out," Dickie said as they heard Grissom growling something that sounded a lot like "Oh, God, Saraaaa!"

Jenny looked up at the young man who was now slowly and apprehensively walking down the hall toward them. He looked at the bedroom door in confusion.

"What's going on in there?" Greg asked. "He sounds as if he's in pain."

"Oh, he is, old chap," Dickie said as he put his arm around Greg's shoulders and escorted him back to the kitchen with Jenny. "Bad back, don't you know? Sara's in there trying to help him but they'll be through soon."

At that point they heard another loud bang from the bedroom and they all looked in the direction of the sound, followed by a very clear exclamation from Sara.

"Yes—yes! You're perfect! Oh, Gris! Yesssss!"

Greg looked at the other two in the kitchen and his wide eyes. "Doesn't sound like a bad back to me."

"No—really. . ." Dickie began.

"Yeah—whatever," Greg said as he waved them off and turned and started out the back door. "This is like listening to your parents go at it. I'll be out back. Let me know when they're ready to talk—about something other than their mutual admiration for one another."