Sorry for the long wait guys. I am really trying to get over some writers block. Please enjoy this chapter.
Sara huffed for what seemed like the millionth time that morning. It was close to ten and Grissom still wasn't there, and she just wanted to go home. The food sucked, the bed was too lonely, and the constant checks from the staff were really beginning to piss her off.
Just as she was thinking about grabbing the nearest object and throttling it across the room Grissom walked in. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a light button down shirt. Her mouth watered thinking about what she would like to do to that man.
He smirked at her before heading over to the bed, the look in his eyes a mixture of humor and lust.
"Seems one of the patients in this ward is a little anxious to be released" and he chuckled. Sara just glared back at him.
"You know how I feel about this place" she leaned into him "It smells."
She knew she looked like a child who lost her favorite toy. Maybe she had, after all Gil had been adamant about keeping it easy on the whole sex thing…she so wanted to just jump his bones right now. She loved the feel of his hands as they…
Grissom cleared his throat, bringing her out of her day dreaming. He seemed to be a bit uncomfortable in the pants he was wearing and it didn't help her situation any. The look in his eyes was smoldering as well and she raised her eyebrows at him. The blue in his eyes was definitely a bit darker than usual.
She couldn't help the smile and light chuckle that came out when she saw him try to discreetly adjust himself.
"I take it your feeling much better today" he said then leaned in close to her ear, "because if you are feeling better I plan on fucking you hard and long…" he trialed off when her breaths began to come in short spurts and the heart monitor announced her excitement.
The nurse who was removing the IV line looked from the machine over to them and raised an eyebrow. The two of them just looked at each other innocently.
"Ready to go home?" he said a bit louder.
"You have no idea, and I remember someone promising me some fries."
"Really?"
She glared at him for a moment before he relented, "Actually I was hoping to take you out to lunch instead…if that's alright." Her expression changed from a glare to hunger.
"I can go for that." Though there was more than just the regular hunger coursing through her body. She couldn't help herself when, as soon as he got into the car next to her she placed a hand on his leg and began to make her way up to his groin.
"Sara" he admonished as he felt her hand continue to make its journey. He let out a guttural moan when she slid a finger slowly along the zip in his pants. It had been too long for him as well. Self love just wasn't enough.
Grissom was rock hard by the time they got to the restaurant and he was thankful for the shirt he had decided to wear. Sara was a little flushed herself. The car ride from the hospital was one long session of foreplay. He made sure they were seated in a corner booth. Sara didn't miss a beat and as soon as they were seated her hand was once again at the crotch of his pants.
She was rubbing his now aching cock through his jeans and he was having a hard time maintaining control. He leaned over and began to nip lightly along her neck and jaw line, ignoring the waitress as she dropped off their drinks and said something about taking their order.
Sara maintained her calm expression while the waitress was taking their order, though Grissom was having some difficulty trying to get his selection spoken, Sara was still pawing him under the table. When he finally managed to get it out and the waitress was gone Sara leaned in close and began to kiss her way down his neck.
"Every night in there I would lay in bed and think about this neck" she growled under her breath.
Grissom felt like a teenager necking in the local diner before taking his date to the prom. Between the attentions she was giving to his crotch and the kisses and nibbling on his neck he was quickly becoming incoherent. He was startled out of his thoughts, or lack there of, when there was a throat clearing.
Their waitress had returned with their lunch and was placing their orders on the table. She gave them a small smile and then turned the other way to take care of another table. More than likely she was used to this kind of PDA. Grissom looked over at Sara and raised an eyebrow at her before taking a bite of his lunch.
Sara just shrugged her shoulders and took a bite of her much awaited for fries. She let out a loud moan at the taste of them, licking her lips and then sucking the salt off her hands. Grissom watched as she cleaned her fingers of the salt trying to keep himself from drooling. This woman was going to be the death of him.
He leaned in close to her ear once more and hummed lightly before nipping at her lobe. He was damned if he was going to be the only one flustered through lunch. He slid his hand onto her knee and journeyed his way up slowly as he nipped her neckline. Sara sucked in a breath when he palmed her and began to rub.
"You…oh…better…right there…eat…" she whispered breathlessly to him.
"Mmmm…yeah…eat" he hummed into her neck, placing a special emphasis on the word eat and Sara sucked in another breath.
"Gilll" she hissed when he playfully bit her on the shoulder while increasing the pressure to her mound. Sara was so close to climax she was beginning to not care where they were. She began to grind herself against his hand when his phone went off.
And just like that the moment was broken, he grabbed his phone and answered it like nothing had just been happening. Sara grabbed her sandwich angrily and took a giant bite in frustration. While she frustratingly chewed through her lunch she listened while Grissom was having a conversation with what she could only assume was Catherine.
"What did she want?" she asked when he finally hung up.
"She wanted to know if we needed her help to set up for the barbeque. I told her we had it handled."
"Shit" she replied, she had completely forgotten about the damn thing. All she wanted to do was maul his ass as soon as they got home. Grissom saw the disappointed look in her eyes, "sorry hun, we'll have to finish our activities later." He really was sorry too.