A/N from JenStog: Ok first off- all actual dirty smut is uh- unfortunately- a product of my mind so don't blame Keegan! I hope you all love this fic as much as we love writing it. Thanks!
A/N from Keegan Elizabeth: Hey! Thanks to everyone who is still reading this crazy Christmas collaboration between Jen & I. Funny, true story: I was writing the beginning of this chapter on break at work and my manager was sitting one table over from me and I'm trying not to giggle (or blush lol) as I write Grissom stripping. Last of all –I'm going to go make some rum balls with my mom! Keegan is going to have one heck of a night…And Oh yeah…let the Striptease Recommence!
Warning: We'll just say that the T rating might change into a bit of a M near the end of this chapter… if it's too hot for you, then you might want to skip over it.
Disclaimer: As previously stated in the first chapter, Jen and I claim no ownership of the Christmas song, "Merry Christmas, Baby." Also as was stated repeatedly throughout the chapters, we do not own CSI. However, we still believe that this is a mistake that needs to be taken care of immediately!
Back at Grissom's Office
Grissom continued singing Springsteen's version of "Merry Christmas, Baby."
Half past three
With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me
Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice
And I feel like I'm living, just living in paradise
Well now
Santa came down the chimney, half past three
With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me
Pausing and pointing at Sara, Grissom said, "That's you honey…"
Merry Christmas baby
Socks were flung off.
You surely treat me niceAnd I feel like I'm livinnnng…
Pants were unbuttoned and unzipped. Grissom "tried" sexily to take his pants off.
Adding a little hip action worthy of Elvis, he sang
Just living in parad-iisssseAnd I just came down to say …Merry Christmas baby
I just wanna say… Merry Christmas Baby
And Happy New Year tooOh yeah
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year
After finishing the last few lines of the song, Grissom stood in the middle of his office with a silly grin on his face and clad only in his boxers, which were decorated with dancing spiders that had little Santa hats on them.
Hooking his thumbs under his boxers to take them off, Grissom paused again. There's something wrong with this picture. His drunken brain finally realized what the problem was.
"Sara, you are wearing too many clothes. We need to correct this dilemma immediately…"
Sara sat smirking in Grissom's chair, "Oh, do we? Well, Mr. Grissom, what do you suggest I do?"
Grissom grinned –if possible, wider. "What about a little quid pro quo?" he suggested.
"Quid pro quo, you say? Well I guess that's only fair…" Sara said, wickedly.
"No one would ever accuse you of being less than fair, Ms. Sidle," Grissom agreed, solemnly.
"Why thank you, Grissom darling," Sara said as she got up from Grissom's chair and walked toward Grissom. She proceeded to slowly back him up until he reached his own chair, and she then playfully pushed him back into his seat.
Next, she took "center stage" in the middle of his office and began her little show.
She had worn her hair up, twisted in the back with a few tendrils hanging down around her face. She began by removing the clip from her hair, shaking her head to let her hair fall loosely to her shoulders.
Hmm, what next? Shoes? No…no. Grissom liked these shoes. A lot. That was why she had worn them this particular evening. She inwardly grinned. It was fun to make a man sweat a little…
I guess I'll start with the dress…
"Oh, dear…" Sara said, feigning alarm.
"What? What's wrong?" Grissom asked. He was more than eager for her clothes to come off.
"It's just that I am going to need some help with this dress and all…Catherine had to help me get into it earlier. I'm afraid I can't unzip the dress myself," Sara replied, pretending to pout.
"Oh, well if that's all…I'll be more than happy to assist," Grissom offered, smiling widely.
"You're such a gentleman," she said as she met Grissom halfway. He was now standing up by the front of his desk.
Sara slowly turned around and turned her neck and coyly said, "I'm ready. Unwrap me…I mean unzip me."
Grissom took his sweet time before bringing his right hand to the zipper on the back of her dress. His knuckles barely grazed her spine as he lowered her zipper down. However, his touch caused Sara to shiver.
"Cold?" he asked, concerned.
"No. No, that's not it," Sara replied. Cold? How could she be cold when the slightest touch from him sent flames of heat and desire through her?
When he had lowered the zipper to the point of her hips, Sara scooted forward, clasping the front of her dress to her chest so that it wouldn't fall. "Uh uh… let me finish. No touching."
No touching? Inwardly, Grissom frowned. That doesn't sound fun.
Without any additional ado, Sara removed her hands from the front of her dress and shimmied the rest of the way out of it, kicking her dress to the side when it reached her ankles
Grissom's mouth watered. Literally. If he thought he had been hot and bothered before, then he had been mistaken. Sara was standing in the middle of his office (his number one fantasy) in a red strapless bra and matching panties. Wait, what do her panties say…?
"Save a reindeer, ride me," was embroidered onto her panties.
Only someone really, really close could read the words. Grissom didn't mind having to get close to inspect her panties…
"Where did you get those?" Grissom asked loudly as Sara giggled, knowing he had gotten her 'message' and was more than eager to do all he could do to help save Santa's Christmas Eve transportation.
"Oh, you know –I did a little Christmas shopping the other day. Thought my lover might like them. You think he will?" she asked, flirtatiously.
"Damn right I do –I mean yes, he will. However, I think he'll like what's under them better, much better," he said as he tried to reach out and touch her thigh.
Sara smacked his hand away and he withdrew it with an "Ouch! What was that for?"
"I SAID no touching! At least not yet…" and with that she slowly unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. With a maliciously slow pace, she slid her kinky panties down her long porcelain legs and hooked one hole of them around her heel and then kicked them up and away to the other side of his office, not bothering to notice where they landed.
Grissom could take no more and, well, the rum balls were affecting other balls in the room. In a clumsy manner, he pushed the mound of paperwork off his desk to the floor.
He picked Sara up without notice, causing her to squeal from surprise, and sat her on the edge of his desk.
"I am done playing nice with you… it's time to get naughty" he hissed in her ear, the smell of sex and uh –candy, floating in the room.
Sara made quick work in ridding him of his ridiculous dancing spiders boxers and was about to let him have his Christmas "cookie" before quickly pushing him back from her.
"GIL! We need to use protection! Do you have any on you?" Please, let him have some! In the process of getting Grissom hot and bothered, she had made herself that way, too.
"Ummm –OH, oh yes! I uh got 'lucky' tonight in the gag gifts remember? Received a dozen friends for us to use. You know what they say, Sara, 'Especially in December, gift wrap your member'!"
If Sara wasn't so turned on, then she would have seriously laughed in his face. As it was, she helped him "don the don" and it was on.
Grissom did get serious for a second, cupping Sara's face in his hands. He tenderly kissed her lips and moved to her ear whispering (as low as a sloshed person can whisper), "Sara, I have everything I've ever wished for this Christmas honey. You complete me –you give me the heart of a young man."
Ignoring the fact that he almost fell twice while saying that, she quickly engulfed his mouth with hers.
Sara hooked her legs around his backside as he guided himself to her and without reserve slide in and out, faster with each stroke.
They were sloppy –giving kisses and uh Grissom may have drooled some. On Sara. Drunken sex isn't quite the best, but for these two, every time is like the first time.
If a picture had been taken, it would have definitely shown the definition of geeklove. The scene was of two intelligent, highly educated loners who couldn't get enough of each other, doing sweaty, nasty drunk sex on a desk in an office, which also contained dead tarantulas and a fetal pig corpse as decorations.
"Do –do you –smell cinnamon rolls?" Grissom asked, confused, as he thrust in and out –apparently not remembering the festive flavors covering his prized possession.
"Just keep going!" Sara huffed out, trying to keep him focused on the task at hand.
Sara was quickly coming to a finish, as was Mr. Rum Balls himself.
"I love yous" were cried out into the dark as they went over the blissful edge.
They finished their lovemaking and somehow made their way over to Grissom's itty bitty, very uncomfortable couch. They then promptly fell asleep.
A/N(Joint): So what did you think? Let us know –it makes our day! Also just to let you know our plan is to update again on Sunday and then have our last chapter posted Monday (Christmas Eve).
