Chapter 21
Sara was finally standing in her shower, the nearly hot water beating down on her lower back and easing the tired muscles. She had the television playing on a music channel, drowning out the sound of the person entering the room from the dark. The person moved silently then stopped at the edge of the bed where a pair of panties were waiting for her when she came out. The panties were picked up and the satin ran over fingers that took extreme pleasure in it, but it wasn't going to stop there. Slowly, the person moved inside the bathroom and looked at the figure through the shower curtain. She was rinsing her hair now and the sight of her body as she maneuvered it under the spray was amazing. Sara opened her eyes. Something was wrong. She slowly turned toward the shower curtain and saw the shape of someone standing outside watching her. Suddenly the curtain was yanked open and Sara screamed then started fighting for her life. The intruder was faster than Sara, ducking out of the way of her punch so that it merely hit him on the shoulder. He grabbed her quickly, wrapping his arms around her to still her attack and before she realized it, she was pulled from the shower and lifted into the air with her feet dangling nearly a foot off the floor.
"Rather hostile when your shower's interrupted, aren't you?" Grissom's voice broke through to her and she stopped struggling long enough to look into his gorgeous blue eyes, then she pulled back her fist and cuffed him in the shoulder again.
"Don't do that! Why would you ever do such a thing—especially in this place! Jesus Christ! I thought I was about to get stabbed to death!"
Grissom smiled sheepishly at her as he placed her feet on the floor but continued to hold her. "I've got much better things in mind than stabbing you to death."
"How did you get in here?" She looked out toward the closed door.
"I know the manager," he teased. "He gave me the extra key. Anyway, I thought you'd be expecting me. This "is" why you wanted Greg in the room next to yours, isn't it? To keep Ecklie far enough away that he couldn't see me coming or going."
"I don't know," she teased back as she held her arms around his neck. "Maybe I wanted Greg next to me so Ecklie couldn't see "him" coming or going."
"Well, if you'd rather have Greg visiting, I'll go tell him to come in here instead of staying in my room."
"Why's he in "your" room?"
"He's providing a silhouette to convince any spying eyes that someone's in there."
"What do you mean?"
"He said he'd keep the light on and walk around so if anyone's looking, it looks like I'm in there."
"What'd you have to promise for him to do that?"
"Two Pay Per View movies."
"Boy, he's a cheap date," she smiled at him as his hands started to rub up and down her bare back.
"And what kind of a date are "you?" He asked as he started walking backwards with her until he was at the bed and sat down on the mattress.
"I don't know. That's for you to tell me," she breathed when he pulled her between his legs and immediately started kissing the exposed flesh in front of his face.
He kissed the sensitive area between her breasts before moving on to one of the mounds and pulling the nipple between his lips. His fingers flexed at her waist, pulling her even closer to him. She cradled him to her, let him suckle her as he ran his hands down over the globes of her buttocks, squeezing them before moving on to her thighs. As his tongue and kiss moved down to her stomach, his hand slid up between her thighs, spreading her legs enough for him to insert his two fingers into her core. She had to grasp onto his shoulders when his rhythm started to weaken her, and when she felt her belly start to coil, she reached down and pulled his hand away. He looked up at her and his eyes nearly were her undoing.
"Oh, God!" she groaned as she pushed him back by his shoulders until he was leaning on his elbows and watching her.
She quickly bent over and started to unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper. She tugged on them until he lifted his hips and she pulled them down to his knees, and she was on him in an instant. Her hunger for him evident as she grabbed his base and inserted as much of his girth into her mouth as she could manage. She was famished for the taste of him. She starved for him and when she glanced up at him she saw how he was still leaning on elbows and watching her. At one point he reached up with one hand and placed it on the back of her head, not using force, but gently showing her the rhythm he wanted. She was somewhat surprised many minutes later when he pulled her head up and got to his feet so quickly that he nearly knocked her over He grabbed her and pulled her to her feet as well then turned her so he was facing her back and she was facing the dresser. His mouth came down on her shoulder, nipping and biting then his hands were covering her breasts. She could feel his hardness bobbing against her backside and before she realized it, he nudged her legs apart with his knees and grabbed onto her hips with one hand while positioning himself at her velvet sheath with the other. He slid inside of her with a hiss of anticipation then began slow, long thrusts as he pressed his chest against her back and hugged her to him.
"My God, Sara, you're like a drug to me. I can't get enough of you."
His thrusting remained slow and powerful and his artful lovemaking had her pressing herself back against him to relieve the pressure he was building up inside of her. Then suddenly she needed more and she grabbed onto his hands, moving one down to the front of her curls where she guided his finger over her hard nub, and she pulled his other hand up to her mouth where she inserted his two fingers into her mouth and proceeded to suck them. She felt the rumble in his chest and his thrusts were coming faster and much more powerful as he strummed the front of her. When she climaxed, she threw her head back against his shoulder and whimpered loudly, provoking him into a powerful climactic ending as strong as hers. He held her to him in a bear-like hug, not willing to release her as her hands held onto his arms. Finally he slipped from her and pulled his pants back up, then pulled her with him back to the bed where he lay down. He covered her with the sheet then pulled her against his side and kissed the top of her head.
"Tired?" he whispered.
"Extremely."
"Sore muscles?"
"Extremely."
"Want me to rub them?"
She chuckled. "Extremely."
He smiled at her as he turned toward her and let his hands work over her arms, back and thighs, massaging each body part with exquisite care. "Is that better?" He asked.
"Huh-uh," she gave her head a negative shake and lifted her legs higher so he could rub her calves.
"How about now? Is that better?"
"Not yet," she said as she turned away from him and pointed to her lower back. "The muscles ache right there."
He did a thorough massage of her sacroiliac area. "How's that?"
"Almost there." This time she pointed to her bottom and wiggled it toward him, making him chuckle.
"I'll be able to rub that much better if you turn around and face me."
She simply smiled and took his hands in hers, then pressed herself back against him. "I was only joking. Actually, you have me so relaxed right now, I'm half asleep."
She felt him kiss the back of her head again and then she dozed off to the sensation of him absently stroking her nipple with his thumb.
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The scream brought both Grissom and Sara out of a deep sleep as he jumped up from the bed and ran to the window to look outside. Sara pulled the sheet over herself as she waited to hear what was going on, but another scream and the sound of running footsteps coming across the small porch had Grissom yanking open the door to a panic-stricken Greg Sanders, wearing only a towel around his waist that was being held with one hand. When he ran directly into Grissom's arms, he stopped to look at him then screamed again. Grissom quickly closed the door before he could wake anyone else up.
"Greg! What's wrong?" Sara rushed.
"Holy shit!" Greg got out between panting breaths then turned and pulled the curtain back only wide enough to peep through. "Someone got into the room with me! I was in the shower when the bitch came in!"
"Who came in?" Grissom asked as he looked out the window in the direction that Greg was gazing.
"Some woman!" Greg blurted out. "I could only see her through a blur because the curtain was between us—but she had a lot of hair! I mean—a lot of hair! You know, that "big-hair-thing" girls used to wear back when I was a kid! And she was wearing heels with those pink sock thingies that don't have feet in them! Big heels!"
"Is that all you saw?" Grissom asked as he looked at him through knit brows.
"What do you mean is that all I saw? I had some big, crazy woman coming after me in the shower! I didn't stick around to check out her eye color! I hit her in the head with your shampoo bottle and got the hell out of there!"
"You were using my shampoo?" Grissom asked with irritation. "Did I tell you you could go in and use my shower and use my shampoo?"
"Greg," Sara asked after giving Grissom a dirty look. "How did she get in? Didn't you have the door locked?"
"In this place?" He asked with astonishment that she would think otherwise. "Of course I locked my door!"
The sound of people gathering outside opened the door to find Nick, Catherine and Warrick coming toward Sara's door. Grissom and Greg went outside to meet them, allowing Sara time to get dressed. After a short explanation of what had happened, and letting them know that Greg's shower wasn't working in his room so he used Grissom's, they all decided to go and investigate the mystery woman. As they were walking across the living room, Sara caught up with them, and once inside the bathroom area, they saw the shower curtain that had been ripped from its hooks. There were several tears in the plastic and the smear of what appeared to be lipstick. Grissom put his fingers through the tears and looked back at Greg.
"It looks like your visitor had more than just a peep show in mind. This looks like it was done with a knife."
"Oh, God," Greg said weakly, almost as if he were going to faint on the spot.
"Yeah, but Greg wasn't supposed to be in here," Catherine spoke up. "Whatever woman it is—she was looking for you, Gil!"
"They wanted to kill Grissom?" Nick asked. "Who in the hell would want to kill Grissom?"
"Evidently someone who isn't very happy with him right now," Catherine explained then looked back at Grissom. "Where's Sophia?"