AH, THAT MOUTH
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Just as she'd finished high school with an urgent wish to be in college, and spent her senior year at Harvard impatient to be in grad school, Sara couldn't wait to finish her Master's degree and start her career. So she worked day and night. There was only one final–an oral exam with the whole Physics department–and her thesis to go.
She and Grissom talked whenever they could, and both said it was a bright highlight in their often long grueling days and nights of labor. Their emails were more for academic subjects and professional exchanges, or sent when they knew the other was sleeping. The phone calls were of anything and everything, personal and day-to-day stuff and whatever what was on the mind.
Grissom was Lead CSI with the most seniority on grave shift, and Jim Brass was his supervisor. Jim mostly gave out assignments and supervised from the lab. He was a cop at heart, a detective, and not a scientist. Grissom the scientist had the freedom to supervise crime scenes in the field, design and conduct experiments back at the lab, coach his newer colleagues, and consult with other labs that needed an entomologist. He had been fairly content with his lot, received satisfaction and recognition for his work, had good friends in his colleagues, and enjoyed his quiet hobbies; racing roaches, riding rollercoasters, visiting the body farm and such, but with Sara Sidle in his life, he experienced true happiness for the first time. He felt complete.
For Sara, it all came together in a single week in September. She finished her thesis, turned it in, and quickly returned it with the corrections required. The next day she was told it had been accepted and would be published by the academic press. She breezed through the oral exam with sincere compliments from all the faculty members. They asked what her plans were and when she told them of her determination to be a CSI, they expressed surprise but support. Sara gave them the contact information of the San Francisco Crime Lab Supervisor, Sam Connors, and they sent recommendations. Sara told Grissom of her results and that she had submitted a job application and he sent in a glowing recommendation as well. As soon as Connors read his letter, he called Sara to schedule an interview, but it was more of a formality than a test. Anyone who had earned such a recommendation from the famous Gil Grissom, one of the top-rated CSIs in the country, was a catch, especially for a humble lab like San Francisco's,
Sara went to her interview on Thursday. Within minutes she was asked, "When can you start?"
"Monday?"
"Great. We'll get your paperwork and ID badge then. Welcome aboard, Miss Sidle, and enjoy your weekend."
Sara was aglow with excitement. She stammered out her thanks and dashed out to the parking lot.
"Grissom! I got the job! I've been hired!" she yelled the second Grissom answered.
He whooped and cheered and she laughed happily.
"When do you start? What shift?"
"Monday. Graveyard."
"So we'll be on the same schedule. And you have no more school?"
"No more teachers, no more books..." Sara sang through the phone.
"I'd love to see you. Why don't you fly to Vegas so we can celebrate?"
"Why not? I can't think of anything I'd rather do."
Grissom met Sara at the airport and they ran into a fierce embrace and kissed happily for long minutes. He drew away and grinned at her.
"Wow, I missed you. I didn't realize how much until just now."
"Me too!" she shouted.
"Come on, I'll take you home and show you how much."
Sara grinned that special grin and her eyebrows danced with anticipation.
They fell into bed the minute Grissom got her to his townhouse and "celebrated" their reunion and her new career for blissful energetic pleasure-filled hours. Sara fell asleep in his arms. He lay awake and watched her sleep, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. So beautiful. It wasn't just her mouth, he thought to himself. It was everything, every physical feature. Her body, her face, her eyes, her brains, her loving heart, her generous spirit. Beauty in every sense of the world. If only she lived with him and not San Francisco, but still...he'd never lived with anyone and didn't know how that would be. In any case he thanked God he had gone back to her apartment that night. Grissom fell asleep with a smile on his face.
He woke to find her smiling brown eyes looking into his. They kissed happily.
"I was just about to wake you up," Sara said huskily.
"Oh, really," Grissom said, intrigued at her tone of voice. "Why?"
"So I could do this," she answered, instantly rolling him on his back, pressing his wrists to the bed, and starting to worship his body with her mouth and tongue. Gil never tried to resist. So she released his hands and stroked every part of his body, whispering how beautiful he was into his skin. She murmured how much she adored his smooth hairless chest, his broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, his handsome face and that delightful cleft in his chin, as she kissed them all in turn. When he was aroused to the point of feeling ready to burst, Sara smoothly and slickly took him into her mouth. Grissom arched his body and all but screamed her name.
Sara took the same care as he had with her in this so intimate act. Letting his reactions and words teach her how to give him the most intense pleasure, then pausing and letting it build again. When Gil begged for release she brought him to orgasm in her mouth, feeling incredible satisfaction. They both groaned their thanks and snuggled together.
Gil suddenly remembered something. "Hey. Don't you have a birthday in September?"
"Tomorrow," she replied, feeling emotional that he remembered. No one had ever made much of her birthday, her entire life.
"Hm. I'll have to make it special then," he said. "In the meantime...would you like to have a tour of Las Vegas?"
"Love to."
They dressed and Gil drove her to the Strip. Whenever the spirit moved them, they went into a casino or other tourist place. Sara fed some quarters in slot machines and when the bells rang and the coins rained down she glowed and clapped her hands and they laughed happily. They meandered in any direction they wanted to, stopped for a drink at a bar or a bite to eat, visited the Bellagio Fountains and the kaleidoscopic lights of Freemont Street. Grissom saw his city again through her eyes, not just as addresses of crime scenes and suspects, and told her so. Sara told him that she learned a new appreciation of San Francisco that day she had been his tour guide as well.
"Hey. Let's go back to my place," he whispered, their heads close together and arms around each other. "I have to go to work in a few hours. Maybe I could show you around the lab too?"
"That would be great."
So they romped in bed for a while, then rested until it was time to get ready for the night shift. He asked if he could take her out to dinner with all his colleagues for her birthday and she agreed. So he made reservations at his favorite restaurant.
Grissom drove her to his crime lab, shooting her little grins along the way. He introduced her to everyone, from receptionist to sheriff, obviously bursting with pride and happiness.
"This is my girlfriend, Sara Sidle. She's just starting as a CSI in San Francisco."
The first time she heard him call her his girlfriend, Sara was shocked. But it sounded so right. As they left that room, she gave him a squeeze and whispered, "I like hearing that. I like being your girlfriend. It sounds good."
"I'm proud to call you that," he said, and kissed her on the nose. Sara giggled.
Every time they met another CSI, Grissom asked him or her to join them for dinner before shift the next night. Almost everyone said they would be there and looked forward to it.
When Catherine shook her hand, she gave Sara an appraising look. "So you're the reason Gil has been so chipper since he got back from San Francisco."
"Am I?" Sara looked at Grissom.
"Yes, dear."
"I'm happy for both of you. He needs more than bugs to keep him happy."
Grissom took her into every lab and introduced her to all the lab techs as well. Greg Sanders bit back a wolf whistle when he saw her, and cursed to himself when Grissom introduced Sara as his girlfriend. How did he get so lucky? Greg gave her a warm hello and showed her all the lab equipment, talking nervously as he usually did in Grissom's presence.
Grissom pulled her away when Greg began breathlessly described the inner workings of the GCMS machine.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sidle."
"Sara, please. And you as well, Greg." She flashed him her Sidle grin and Greg could only stare at her dumbly. Wow. I think I'm in love.
Soon it was time for him to get started, so Grissom walked her to the corner, flagged down a cab, gave her a key and a kiss and said he'd be home in the morning. He went to work whistling.
TBC
