There are the memories of lust. They center around one thing and one action. They are the memories that are new. Memories that became memories only hours, days, weeks ago. But, they are the memories that have you thinking all day. Every minute you replay the moment in your head, anticipating the time you can recreate what is now a memory. A memory of sex.
Grissom. There's no words to describe the way he makes me feel. There's no word to summarize the feelings that I had when we slept together. The whole day I thought about it. When I examined the bullet, when I brought in the suspect, when I closed the case, when I went home, and after Kara went to bed, I thought about recreating the moment. Only, quieter this time, seeing there was a child a couple of rooms down. I know it's probably wrong to have sex when a child's in the house, but I can't help it. I can't help that my body craved his touch weeks after the event. I can't help wanting to make love to Grissom, because now, I was sure it was love.
Grissom had just woken up, and I had just laid down on the bed. I turned to smile at him. He saw me, and smiled.
"Morning." He said to me.
"Morning."
"Kara asleep?"
"Seeing its 11, yes she is." I said, climbing on top of him.
"Should we be doing this now?" We, not you, not me, we. I could get used to that.
"I don't care, it's been weeks since the last…first time and I need you. Now. Don't worry, the doors are closed and the child's asleep." My lips hovered millimeters above his lips. "You're not going to leave me like this are you? And by my observations, you're going to need a cold shower if you do." I said, feeling his erection pressed into my body.
"Look what you do to me." He closed the space between our lips and pulled me into a kiss. A beautiful kiss, a passionate kiss, a kiss full of love.
I tugged at his shirt, only breaking the kiss to pull it over his head. He did the same, leaving me clad only in a black lace bra and my jeans which were being disposed of now. A thong, bra, and boxers later, I was somehow moved from top to bottom. I felt him shift his wait. His thumb rubbed against my clit. I was barely coherent. He kissed me as he slid a finger or two into me. I savored the feel and bucked my hips trying to speed him up a bit. I was almost there and he stopped, smiling evilly at me. Oh babe, revenge is a bitch.
"You're so gonna pay for that. I was so close."
I crawled on top of him and settled between his legs. I took him into my mouth and sucked. I took him into my hands at the same time and once again being the multitasking person I am, I brought him to the edge and stopped.
"I was enjoying that." He said, not too happy that I stopped.
"You stopped too." And with that, I repeated my actions, bringing him close each time, only to stop a second too soon.
I smiled my evil smile at him. I could tell he was slightly…frustrated. Alright, maybe more than slightly.
Before I could wipe the grin off my face, he flipped me over and pinned me down.
"I need you, now."
"Take me." I challenged. And he did. In one thrust he sheathed himself fully inside me. I bucked into him wrapping my legs around him to let him deeper into me. His hips trust into me furiously and I felt myself getting close.
"Griss…" He cut me off with a kiss, muffling my voice. It worked. As I climaxed, his mouth muffled the screams that would have woken the little body not too far away. He pumped a few more times into me before climaxing, emptying himself into me. He collapsed next to me, both of us panting and sweating. He wrapped his arms around me and I dozed off. Yes, I could definitely get used to this.
A/N I thought I'd keep it light. And yes, the end is near, VERY near. It's sad I know. Review please. And yes, crappy smut, I'm sorry about that.
