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Fighting For Love
Chapter 11
Sara wakes up, on Sunday afternoon, to her phone ringing. She tries to sit up to answer it but she's tangled up in the bed sheets with Gil, thanks to a few mindblowing, love making sessions. She manages to pull her leg from under Gil's, but she loses her balance and she falls off the bed, hitting the floor with a thud.
The noise startles Gil awake and he looks around in confusion before he finds Sara laying on the floor.
"Honey, what you doing down there?" he smiles. "Don't you want to get that?" he says, pointing towards her ringing phone.
Sara growls at him.
"I'm on the floor because you kidnapped my leg, I was trying to answer my phone when I fell."
"Here, let me help you?" he says.
He shuffles across the bed, tangled in the quilt, and holds out his hand to her.
She takes hold of it. "No dear, let me help you." she says, laughing, and pulls him to the floor.
He lands on his stomach, beside her, with his left arm draped across her chest. He laughs with her and allows his hand to trace the outline of her body, making her move into his touch. He leans in to kiss her, but he smiles and whispers against her mouth.
"Mrs Grissom, there was no need to pull me to the floor. You only had to ask." he says and then kisses her softly.
Sara moans and opens her mouth, her tongue brushing against his lips as it searches for its mate. Without breaking their mouth to mouth contact, Sara pulls the quilt from his body and repositions him, and then herself, so that she's kneeling above him. She smiles against his mouth when she feels his erection and she lightly takes him in her hand, making him gasp at her touch. She moves softly over him for a while, his groans urging her on, before she starts to move her mouth down his body. She kisses and nips at his neck, then his shoulders and his chest and allows her mouth to linger over his racing heart.
"Mine." she whispers. "All mine."
"Yours..." he groans in agreement. "All yours."
She kisses his stomach, then his hips and then lightly kisses the tip of his erection.
It takes all of his strength not to thrust into her mouth as she swirls her tongue around him.
"Aahhh...Sara..." he's cut off by her phone ringing. "Your...phone..." he growls.
She ignores the ringing and continues working her mouth on him.
"God, Sara." he growls. "I'm close."
She smiles and sucks him in, hard, making him lose control.
"Mmm..." moans Sara, as she tastes him.
She loves the taste of him, so sweet like honey. She'd never been one for oral, she never liked it, until she was with Gil. Now, she can't get enough of it, of him.
He sees spots behind his close eyes as he pulsates in her mouth, before he's interrupted by her phone ringing again.
"That damn phone." he growls.
Again, she ignores the ringing whilst she finishes what she's doing.
She pulls her mouth from him and positions her self above him, smiling, as he pulls her face down to his. She about to lower herself onto him when her phone rings, yet again.
"Fuck." she growls.
"Honey...you'd better...answer it." he breaths, wanting to kill whoever is phoning her.
Sara looks pained. She knows he's right but she doesn't want to stop. She so turned on and completely ready for him.
She whimpers quietly as she moves off him and snatches her phone off the bedside table.
"What?" she barks down the phone, but the caller has already hung up.
"Fuck." she barks again.
She looks at her phone to find twelve missed calls off Sean and four off Jim Brass.
"What the hell?" she asks.
"What's wrong?" ask Gil, getting worried.
She holds her phone out to him, to show him all the missed calls and then she listens to the voicemail from Sean, on speaker so that Gil can hear.
She feels Gil tense up at the sound of Sean's voice and she takes hold of his hand.
"I'd better phone him back, tell him that I don't want to see him anymore." she whispers.
She's about to speed dial his number when her phone rings.
"For Gods sake, what?" she all but screams.
She listens carefully for a few seconds before she turns white.
"What recordings? What photos?" she whispers.
She listens again.
"Sean? He's tried to phone me a few times today, but I've just woke up, so I haven't spoken to him yet."
She listens again and removes her hand from Gil's grasp to cover her mouth.
"What? I...I...I think I'm gonna be sick." she cries.
She drops the phone and runs into the bathroom as Gil looks on in horror.
"Sara?" he asks.
He quickly picks up the phone and heads towards the bathroom where his wife is retching and being violently sick. He's torn between tending to her and talking to whoever is on the phone.
When Sara starts sobbing, he puts the phone to his ear.
"Hello."
"Gil, is Sara okay?" asks Brass, sounding worried.
"She will be." he replies. "What's going on? What did you say to her?"
Brass goes on to tell him that he was called out to a disturbance at a hotel on the Strip. The room was in the name of one Sean Richardson. He said that Sara was going to be his wife because she didn't love Gil as he hurt her. After he took off running, Brass searched the room and found hundreds of photos of Sara, amongst other women, and hundreds of voice recordings by Sean. Most of which revolve around Sara. He called in Nick for help, to find out some information on him, but no information could be found on him within the last ten years.
"Gil, Sara, or yourself, may well be in danger. His most recent recording is...disturbing." says Brass. "Does he know where you live?"
"Hold on."
Gil moves the phone from his ear and lifts Sara face to his.
"Sweetheart...does Sean know where we live?"
"No, I never told him, but...he works for the police, he could easily find out. Why?" she asks, her voice shaking as more sobs start to escape her.
"No, he doesn't know, but he works for San Francisco Crime Lab, so I'm sure he could find out." he speaks back into the phone.
"What? So, how come Nick couldn't find and information on him?" asks Brass.
"I have no idea, but I'll find out."
"Okay...I'll have a car at your place in five minutes to take you to the Police Department."
"Is that really necessary?" asks Gil, fear for his wife rising in his stomach.
"Gil...you didn't hear the recordings, there's something seriously wrong with him. Five minutes." he barks and hangs up, before Gil can ask more questions.
"Honey, go and get dressed, please." he whispers as he looks at Sara.
"What? Why?" she asks.
"Because Brass's going to send a car to take us to the Police Department."
"Why?" asks Sara again.
"Because he seems to think that you, or both of us, are in danger. He's found some very disturbing material in Sean's hotel room."
"What? No, there must be a mistake. That's not...he wouldn't."
Gil stands up and pulls Sara into his arms.
"Please honey, get dressed. Somebody will explain down at the station." he says and kisses her head.
She slowly nods her head and turns to leave the bathroom, stopping at the door for a second.
"He thinks we're in danger?" she whispers.
"Yes."
Sara nods her head again and races to get dressed, leaving Gil in the bathroom fearing for his wife's life.
TBC...
*Runs and hides*
Chapter 12 should be up within the next few days.
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Lynne x
