Chapter Seven
Sara stood in her shower, letting the hot water beat down on her as she attempted to alleviate the iciness that was running through her veins. She felt like she had been wrung through the wringer. Her last two days had been almost more than she could handle. And now, Grissom was sleeping on her sofa–because he evidently couldn't find the solace he needed in the arms of the blonde bimbo. Sara wondered what kind of a fool she had become? How many different kinds of fool could she be when it came to that man. She washed her hair and her thoughts took her back to the mental hospital and how she thought she was going to die. And what were her last thoughts about? "Him!" That she would never see "him" again! And then he appeared, staring at her through that window as he repeatedly told the guard to get the door open. If he only knew how much she depended on him being there; how much she needed him to be there and help keep her from surrendering completely to that madman. If he only knew that Adam picked up on her dependence on Grissom's strength immediately and wanted to kill her for it. If he only knew how much she needed him to keep her from falling onto the floor after she escaped; to keep her from shaking so badly that she would collapse in front of him. Then he was there wrapping his arms around her. At first, she couldn't think as she grasped onto his arms and leaned back against him, wanting to get what she could from him as if she could absorb his heat and strength through their union. Then, after many moments, her mind started to clear and she couldn't help but wonder if those arms–his arms that were the only things she was clinging to, saving her from falling into the pit of a hellish nightmare, would still be there for her once they left the building. She couldn't rely on those arms, not knowing that they were going to go back to Sophia and hold her later that day.
So, here he was again, God only knew why. She was so confused that she couldn't seem to function correctly. Finally, the water started to cool and she stepped from the shower and wrapped herself in a terry robe, then went to the mirror and blow-dried her hair. Next, she brushed her teeth and did her usual post-shower rituals before starting for her bedroom again.
As she opened the bathroom door, she heard something bang from the front of the apartment and turned to investigate. Once she was in doorway to the living room she saw a pair of sock-covered feet lying on the floor next to her sofa, making her hurry to see what had happened.
"Son-of-a-bitch," Grissom mumbled from where he lay on the floor.
"What's wrong? What happened?" She asked through worried eyes, but when she saw how he turned over onto his back and looked up at her through irritation, she couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped her.
"Your sofa isn't wide enough," he said through grit teeth.
She covered her mouth with her hand as she stepped closer. "And so you decided to lie on the floor instead."
"No! I didn't decide to lie on the floor! It just. . .sort of happened that way when I tried to turn onto my stomach."
"Funny, I would've never thought of you as a stomach sleeper. You seem to be much more of a side-sleeper," she couldn't hide the smile any longer.
"I'm not a sleeper at all! Not on that sorry excuse for a sofa!"
"Oh–so, now it's my sofa's fault." She moved until she was next to his waist before dropping to her knees and sitting on her feet as she continued to look down at him. "Did you hurt yourself?"
"Would it matter if I did? You seem to find the whole situation hysterical." He seemed genuinely offended by her humor.
"Well, I don't know about hysterical. But it is rather funny. The great Dr. Gilbert Grissom can't figure out how to keep from falling off a couch."
"And you find it amusing because I can't defy the law of gravity?"
"I find it amusing because you're lying flat on your back and look so helpless. Would you like some help getting back up?"
"To try to kill myself on your couch again. No thanks."
"Would you rather leave?"
"No."
"Then you'd rather "I" sleep out here on the sofa so "you" can sleep on my bed."
"Are you offering your bed to me?"
She laughed as she looked at him, then tried to get up and turned to hurry back toward her bedroom. "Not on your life, Grissom! That sofa is a back-killer. I'm not sleeping on it."
She had only barely gotten up before she felt his hand grab onto her ankle and she tripped, just catching herself on the edge of the sofa before she fell completely onto the floor. Her yelp accompanied his, "Well, I'm not sleeping on it either."
She quickly grabbed onto her robe where it had spread open around her legs and attempted to get back up, but his hands pulled at her feet so she couldn't rise. He twisted around on the floor as his hands climbed their way up from her ankles, first grabbing onto her calves, then her knees. She pushed at the robe to keep it on her thighs and she waited breathlessly as he next grabbed onto her waist, then crawled over her until he was straddling her hips.
"What are you doing?" She asked as she looked up into his eyes.
"I'm doing what I should have done an hour ago." He pushed himself up until he was standing above her, then started walking back toward her bedroom. "I'm going to bed."
She got up and hurried toward the room, prepared to do God only knew what to defend her rightful place in her own bed. But by the time she passed the bathroom, he was closing her bedroom door.
"Hey!" She said as she pushed the door open, fully expecting to find him attempting to sleep on her mattress, but it was empty. She didn't even have time to look left or right before he reached out and grabbed her, turning her in his arms and earning a surprised gasp before he lowered his head and used the opportunity to gently slide his tongue over her lower lip.
"I'm tired of waiting," he murmured against her mouth as he held her firmly against him, engulfing her in his arms and pinning her hands against his chest. "I'm tired of trying to explain myself to you. Every time I try, you interrupt me and assume the worst. I don't know how else to convince you that when that bastard had his hands on you yesterday, I wanted to destroy him. I still do. The thought of losing you was unbearable."
She was stunned. Granted, she had just witnessed a playful side of him that she hadn't seen in such a very long time, but this? Oh, "this," was her last comprehensible thought before she released her mind from the turmoil of trying to figure him out and let his hands and mouth begin the magic that she always knew they could perform. She only paused for a moment, allowing him the initiative to continue, and when she showed no signs of pushing him away, he did just that. With the slightest of moans, he reclaimed her lips, first gently nibbling on her lower lip, then sliding his tongue inside her mouth and exploring its depths. He slid his right hand around to the front of her, tugging on the belt that held her robe closed until it hung open around her, then he continued his exploration onto her hip and upwards until he came in contact with the bottom of her breast.
She moaned in anticipation as her arms went around his neck and her tongue savored the taste of him, letting him explore the depths of her mouth as she gently sucked on his tongue. She could feel his breathing increasing as her mouth played with his, and his left hand moved down to her backside and pulled her more firmly against him, allowing her to feel his growing need as he pressed against her abdomen. The backs of his fingers were gently stroking over the flesh of her breast now, teasing her with its feather-light caress until his thumb came in contact with her already hard nipple. The sensation made her knees go weak and they began to buckle beneath her until he grabbed her and secured her against himself. He half-carried, half-walked her backwards until she felt the mattress touching the backs of her knees and he paused, long enough to release her and slide her robe off of her shoulders. It was only then that he broke their kiss enough to take a step back and let his gaze travel from the drugged expression in her eyes, down over her slightly swollen lips and onward. She could feel his eyes upon her, just as real to her as if he had been physically touching her the whole way down her body, then back again. When he reached her face, her embarrassment was thorough and he couldn't miss the red tint that had spread across her cheeks.
"Ah, honey," he said as he half-smiled at her. "You've got nothing to be embarrassed about."
Without turning, she lifted herself until she was kneeling on her bed, watching him as he watched her. When she moved to the center of the double-sized mattress and sat on her feet, she reached her hand to him, which he readily took then followed her, pressing her back until he was lying next to her. In her anticipation, she could only think about the sensations he had been evoking with his kiss, so she reached for him, pulling his head down so he could begin his magic again. He didn't hesitate, sliding his tongue between her teeth, alternately licking and sucking her tongue while paying equal attention to the sensitive areas of her lips.
She still wasn't positive that this wasn't some kind of a dream, so she slid her hands up around his neck, taking in the texture of his curly hair that she had always longed to touch. No, this was no dream. A dream wouldn't evoke the sensations that he was creating simply with his kiss. She turned her body more toward his, involuntarily letting him know that she wanted more, and he didn't disappoint her as his hand moved onto her shoulder. He stroked her with such gentleness and skill that everywhere he made contact, her skin seemed to turn to flames. He slowly moved on to her breast, covering it completely with his large hand while at the same time, he slid his still-clothed leg between her thighs. She could feel him growing harder with each kiss, with each squeeze of her breast, each tug at her nipple. She could hear the moans that were mingling from their throats, not sure which were his and which were hers anymore. He leaned on his elbow as he bent over her, taking his time as he slid his hand lower, moving over her flat belly, teasing her naval before traveling to her hip and around to her bottom that he squeezed and seemed to take a pleasure in. When his pressure against her hip turned to small gyrations she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her clear to her toes, and when his hand moved around to the front of her and slid into her folds, her throaty half-sob ended their kiss as Grissom looked down at her. She never saw the expression he was wearing before as he looked at her with an intensity that took her breath away. He continued to watch her as he moved his fingers, sliding them over the nub that was already throbbing before moving lower and slowly inserting a single digit inside of her. Her mouth opened with her sighs as he stroked within her several times, then added another finger, and when his thumb passed over her hardened bud in small, circular movements, her moans began. He continued to watch her for a few more moments before he removed his hand and reached down to the back of his pants and pulled a foil packet from his pocket. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the button, then unzipped himself. Wasting little time, he used his teeth to rip open the packet and tossed it over the side of the bed before taking its contents down to roll it over his throbbing erection. He pressed her thighs apart as he rolled between them and positioned himself against her. She had a flash of regret that she couldn't see him, but soon that thought disappeared as she felt him slowly pressing inside of her.
"Oh, my God," she breathed as she lay still beneath him, her eyes widening the farther he pressed into her.
Sara was no virgin, but she wasn't as experienced as most women her age. Her last lover had been Hank, and that was quite a while ago. And–he had nothing to compare with what she was feeling right now. She closed her eyes at the pressure, then opened them as she looked back into Grissom's blue eyes. He was immense! Slowly, he started drilling into her core, advancing only so far before retreating and trying again. Her fingertips moved to his bearded face, outlining it, then moving on to his other features, wanting to memorize every part of him. After several tries, Grissom lay on top of her, fully sheathed within, and still, Sara could feel herself stretching around him. He closed his eyes and she noticed how his breathing was becoming ragged and she lifted her head to kiss his lips, her slight movement making him moan. He opened his eyes and looked down at her.
"God, you're so. . .," he started, but he clamped his mouth shut and slowly started moving within her.
It only took a few strokes and Sara moved her legs over his, not finding satisfaction in feeling skin on skin as he still was wearing his pants. She wanted to touch him and right now he still had all of his clothes on. Then she realized that there was one area that was available to her and she moved her hands until they were feeling the texture of his buttocks. He ducked his head against her neck as she stroked and dug her nails into the muscled flesh. Soon, she was rising to meet him at each thrust and she could feel years of anticipation about to come to a head and explode within her–but she wanted more. She wanted–no she "needed" to touch more of him.
"Take this off," she whispered as she tugged at the opening of his shirt.
"I can't," he breathed, not pausing as he dipped down and gently kissed her lips. "Not now."
"Please." Her back was starting to arch and she wasn't satisfied with his answer, so she grabbed onto each side and pulled, popping off buttons as the shirt ripped open. "I need to touch you."
She pushed the shirt back, over his shoulders and he slowed down enough to let her pull it off his arms, one at a time.
"You're very insistent," he said as he gave her a tiny smile before moving his lips over hers again.
Her arms went around him immediately, feeling his back and sides, letting that satisfy her for now. She was getting completely lost in sensations as he moved his kisses back to her neck, and the bristling of his beard only added to the pleasure. His lower body was doing things to her that she had never felt with any other man. He was hitting areas inside of her that was making her head reel and soon she was making noises that she had trouble identifying as her own. She felt her climax hit and explode within her and somewhere in the distance she heard him hiss loudly, but her mind couldn't comprehend why he would be making such a sound. She was practically seeing stars as the power of her sensations arched her against him.
She vaguely heard his growl above her before his final, powerful thrusts shook him and he lowered himself onto her body. She lay very still as she listened to his breathing slowly come back to normalcy, her arms now raised so that she was stroking the back of his head. She closed her eyes, not wanting to think about the possibility of him leaving to return to Sophia whenever she chose to take him back. Instead, she basked in the immense glow that she was holding Gilbert Grissom in her arms as he was still deeply embedded inside of her.
