A/N: The next several chapters should not be read if you don't like SMUT., you've been warned from the very beginning that I'm a Die Hard GSR fan...and what can I say...if you don't like it...don't read it...otherwise, enjoy
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, someday...Billy will be mine...hehehehe...
Grissom's head was spinning, they were in their hospital room, his hips were pressed against his bed, his good arm back trying to keep him upright and Sara was on her knees under his hospital gown doing untold things with that soft, hot slick and oh so wet mouth of hers. He felt her softly blowing warm arm across the head of his erection and almost lost it.
"Saaaaarraaaa" he hissed through clenched teeth. She wouldn't let up; she cupped his balls gently and swiped her tongue around them, then softly licked the underside of his length causing him to buck upwards. Geeezzzzz goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Saraaaaaaaaaa stopppppppppppppp" she was clearly enjoying herself and would have continued but she felt him suddenly tense and knew it wasn't his normal response.
"You okay?" Her head peaked out from under the gown and she caught the first sight of tears in his eyes. "Gil what's wrong?" she saw him trying to hold his rib area. "Oh my God did I hurt you?" she stood up and helped him on the bed while wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just got carried away and…." Gil lay gently down on the bed then took her hand.
"I just moved wrong, you didn't' hurt me, I'm just a little tender." he smiled up at her and pulled her down toward his body "I would love to have you continue…..if you're up to it?" he kissed her and it still surprised Sara that he would do that immediately after she'd gone down on him. The one time she'd tried to kiss a guy after that, he'd turned his head and asked her in very non polite terms to "Go brush your teeth, look where your mouth has been I am not about to kiss you after that!" it had been the last time she willing performed that little exercise.
"I should…"she tried to say something like rinse her mouth, brush her teeth, pop a mint but Gil was having none of hit and his mouth was securely fastened on hers, his tongue exploring and circling her own and she smiled. "Are you sure you're still up for it?" Gil lifted the blanket up and his hospital gown and smiled broadly.
"Oh, we're definitely 'up' for it.." he giggled like a little kid and laid back, arm behind his head. He watched her to see what she was going to do. "Are you?" he was teasing and loved how relaxed they could be together. Sara continued talking to him while her hand moved first to the side of the bed, then walking her fingers across the mattress, she move it toward his gown then under and up his hip. She felt him suck in a breath and continued moving toward her goal.
"Oh Bugman, you are certainly more than 'up for some fun' she wrapped her hand around his girth and gently squeezed and kneaded then moved her hand lightly up and down his length. He started to close his eyes and relax into the feeling
She saw the smile splayed on his face and watched as he slowly licked his lips. She lifted up his gown and gently lay over his legs and let her mouth surround him once more.
"Uggggggggggggggh Goddddddd" he swallowed and gulped. "Warn a man when you're going to do…..thaaaaatttttt" his teeth were chattering between breaths. "Soooooo good" his hand moved down to tangle in her hair as her head bobbed up and down and she sloppily sucked and licked his cock. He was close and when she increased her suction, started to move her hands in small wringing motions and then cupped his balls once again he lost it. With no warning, he shot stream after stream of hot sticky cum down her throat and she eagerly swallowed each ribbon. When she was done and he started to soften, she went and got a warm rag and towel to clean and dry him before attending to her own needs.
"Sara you're going to be the death of Me." he sighed contentedly while she administered to him. It amazed him, no woman had ever done the things Sara had been willing to do for him they'd look at it more like some obligation and payback for him having performed on them. It surprised him to have her willing clean up afterwards. Usually, the partner saw it as something you took care of yourself but Sara enjoyed the intimacy of this as much as the act itself. She was thrilled with the facts that he could relax, lay there and let her handle him in the manner necessary to clean and dry him. He was embarrassed the first time until she explained that she saw it as a continuation of an intimate moment and she was only too happy to do this for him. Afterwards, when he'd taken care of her needs and done the same, he clearly understood not only how it was for her, but how much trust a person had to have to let another do this as well.
She'd just finished rinsing out the rag and hanging the towel back on the towel bar when the nurse popped her head in. "Anything I can get you Mr. Grissom?" he was laying there, head on his pillow with the cutest smile on his face and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Nope, Sara here it taking care of ALL of my needs thanks….I'm good here!" his voice had only the slightest waiver from the afterglow and he signed once more, a deep contented sigh before Sara moved over and sat on the bed beside him. "She's amazing you know….always putting me first" he took her hand and kissed it. Sara felt tears come to her eyes but this time, they were tears of happiness for what she had. "Hey….hey Honey, why the tears? What's wrong?" he was instantly worried.
"I'm happy…I am honestly and truly happy for the first time in a long time, I have the man I've always dreamed of by my side, friends that love me and accept that we're together. A dog….I never thought I'd actually have a dog…and I can't believe you named him after "Hank!" she leaned forward and kissed him.
"I had to love you, I let you rename him…..Bruno!" he ran a finger gently along her jaw line. "I don't know what was wrong with naming him Hank…he was a dog!" he teased her again and she wrapped her hands around his neck. "Nurse, Nurse, you have to help me, my wife is trying to kill me!" he giggled as she pressed her lips to his again. At the mention of the word 'wife' she looked deeply into his eyes.
"I like that you call me that…..I really do want to marry you as soon as possible." she was serious yet giddy with excitement.
"why don't you call Catherine and tell her, you know if we don't have our friend there for the wedding, they're libel to hold that over our heads for the rest of our life…..or" he started to boost himself up on the pillows. "If you prefer, we can just have a minister come and marry us and I'll deal with the fallout!" he wanted her to understand that his desire to make her happy to precedence over the feelings of their coworkers.
"I think I'd like to do our original plans when you're up to it….." she lay her head gently on his chest and listened to the beating of his heart. She thought back to the times she'd wake crying and screaming from some awful dream and he would quietly gather her into his arms, press her head against his heart and rock her till the motion and the sound of the steady thrum would lull her back to slumber.
"Why don't we get married by a minister, then when we're up to it, both of us, are up to it…we can have a wedding like you deserve?" he was drawing small circular patterns on her back and waited for her response. "That way, you really will be my wife and….." he didn't know why he wanted to be married so suddenly... 'Yes you do, you almost lost her, she's back and you're hoping that marriage will make her stay forever." The little voice inside reminded him. "If you want to that is." he swallowed the guilt of trying to hold her back "Unless….." she looked up and then kissed him.
"If you're thinking that by marrying me it will keep me here, I've already told you Mr. Grissom, you are stuck with me…Until Death…..Do….Us…Part." she kissed him deeply, her teeth caught his bottom lip and she signed into his mouth. "I know now that everything I want, everything I need is right here, in this room…" she kissed him yet again and he wrapped his good arm around her and pulled her into the bed with him. "We are so busted if the nurse comes back and catches me in bed with you." he snuggled against her and put a hand on her belly. The babies who had been quiet were suddenly quite active under his palm.
"I'll simply claim medical necessity to spend quality family time while hospitalized" he said with deep satisfaction. She rested against him and only the slow rhythmic breathing finally indicated that she'd finally fallen asleep against him. When the nurse finally did come in, it was with an understanding nod that she went about drawing his blood, checking stats and inquiring if there was anything else they needed before shift change. Gil shook his head and when she finally left, drew in a deep contented breath and followed Sara down the abyss of peace and slumber.
Later that evening, everyone decided to drop by. Gil had been given a sponge bath, the cute little candy striper had been a little too eager to begin her job and Sara had quickly reminded her that being his wife, she'd be the 'only one making him along with anything he owned squeaky clean!' She'd taken the soap and towels along with the pan of warm water away from 'Little Florence Nightingale' as Sara had so aptly dubbed her, and then shooed her from their room. Gil sat back with the strangest look on his face and a snicker he was having a hard time disguising.
"Is my wife jealous?" he'd wrapped a hand over her wrist as she rung out the soapy sponge to begin his bath. "You know, you really didn't have to do that, after all, it's her job, I'm sure she's seen better specimens than me" he batted his eyelashes at her. She gave him a look then cracked up laughing.
"You'd only ruin her for any other man that comes along…I was actually trying to save her from pining away her life when she realizes that I have the one and only prize on the planet and nothing and no one will ever live up to those expectations again!" she pulled his gown down and began soaping his upper extremities then rinsing and drying each area before moving on to the next area. When she'd finished she got him a new gown and then brought him new underwear that Catherine had picked up for him. She finished with his feet, something he had yet to get used to had been that someone could even enjoy touching his feet. He thought nothing of lying for hours messaging her feet. During movies he would pull her legs onto his lap and bend and stretch each of her toes but the first time she tried that with him, he'd quickly pulled them back and put them on the floor.
"What are you doing?" he sat up and stared at her like she'd just violated some sacred trust. Sara sat there looking dumbfounded.
"I was going to give you a foot massage." she stared at him like he was an alien. "You give one to me all the time; I was just returning the favor. She reached down and dragged one of his feet back onto her lap and removed his sock. Again he pulled his foot away. "I'm not going to tickle you" she pulled both his feet up again, removed the second sock and this time, when he tried to pull away, she was ready. "Dam it Gil!" she slapped his calf. "I'm not going to rip off your toes or tickle you, have you ever actually even had a foot massage?" she was incredulous. He looked up, shocked that she had actually struck him, and shook his head.
"My feet are not my best feature!" he was trying to find a way out of having her touch him. "I just don't……" she stopped him.
"You don't mind touching my feet!" she watched and waited for a response. "In fact, you seem to enjoy massaging my feet at the end of a busy night." she smirked "I thought you had a foot fetish when we started seeing each other" he blushed and looked away. "I'm doing this so you might just as well relax and enjoy it!" she reached over and pulled a bottle of hand and foot cream that was sitting beside them on the table. Gil used it on her all the time. She plopped a glob into her hand, rubbed them briskly together and began slathering the warm lotion on first one foot than the other, then she got down to the business of giving him his first thorough foot massage.
She started on the toes, making sure that each one was paid the utmost attention before moving onto its neighbor. Then she deftly slid her fingers between each toe and moved to the ball of his foot. When she curled her hand in a ball and then pressed her knuckles into the solid arch of his foot, she kneaded her hand back and forth and she heard him utter the most wonderful sound. "See, you like this a lot don't you?" He smiled and nodded. "I told you it's heavenly when done right." she moved from one area to the other and she could feel him bending and flexing his foot against her. "Why do you do that?" she stopped her movement and waited till he opened his eyes.
"Do what?" he reminded her of a contented teddy bear all sprawled across the sofa.
"Why is it you'll do all kinds of things to pamper me but when I try to reciprocate, you don't want me to, or you seem totally uncomfortable with it?" the question was fair and honest.
"I'm not….I tried…." he pulled his feet under him and sat up. "Sara, there have been times in my past when I've tried to give as good as I've gotten….not that I've gotten anything better than you've ever given to me, mind you" she could tell he was nervous, he'd begun rambling yet again and the blush on his cheeks told her that this was a hard moment of honesty for him. "I once went down….went….gave a woman….was going down…" his words fumbled and failed him.
"You were going down on a woman" she didn't know if she really wanted to hear this but if he was telling her, he must have had a point to make. She nodded for him to continue when he acknowledged what she'd said.
"I didn't think anything of it….I mean, she'd done it for me, I did ... it…for her…but when I went to kiss her, she acted like I'd just eaten a live bug and slapped the shit of out my face. I swore I would never make that mistake again" he couldn't make eye contact with her until she slid a palm under his chin and made him look up.
"I went down on a man," she saw him swallow and close his eyes for a moment "he enjoyed himself thoroughly, in fact, I didn't get…..that day" she knew he'd understand her pause. "He was into it, almost ripped my damned hair out and nearly choked me cause that's how it was done in the porno flicks so he said." she wouldn't let him look away. "When I was done, I tried to kiss him…he pushed me backwards on the floor and said to me "What the hell do you think you're doing you dumb bitch! Go brush your teeth, look where your mouth has been, I'm certainly not about to kiss you after that!" he gave me a swift kick in the ribs for my efforts. I never saw him again…and I never.…..I vowed I'd never do it again……until I met you, then I couldn't wait!" she waggled her eyebrows and smiled that huge Sara smile. Gil pulled her in for a soul searching kiss that made her toes curl.
"Honey, I think when a woman does that for a man….it's a gift that shouldn't be taken lightly." he kissed her again. "the fact that you do it and I might add, you do it very, very well.." his arched brow made him look serious "and very willingly for me is something that I, that amazes me." he kissed her eye lids, her cheeks and the tip of her nose. "And I think there is something very, very erotic about sharing the taste of yourself with your lover afterwards" he sucked in her bottom lip and nibbled on it gently. "The first time I did that for you and you let me kiss you afterwards….." he couldn't' finish, the sensations he remembered had sent him into orbit.
"It was strange to taste myself on your lips" she admitted having until then to never having had someone even interested in doing more than giving for what they got, there was no romance, no tenderness she now considered if truth be known. The first time that Gil had touched her she remembered laying there, shivering as his hands skimmed down her sides as his finger played with the lace string of her thong. He'd tenderly lifted her hips to rid her of the garment that he'd apparently later pocketed much to her amusement when she went looking or it during laundry day and realized it was missing.
"Sara, relax" he had gently laid her on the bed and kissed every inch of available skin, then his hands followed the trail his lips had left. He moved from her collarbone to her breast giving each undivided attention till she was arching and writhing under his caresses. His feather light touches moved to the hollow of each hip and his tongue moved to her belly button where he labored for a few moments until her giggles told him it was time to move further south. As he slid the silken material down, his mouth and lips followed along the path laid bare. He'd slide his finger down her cleft through the darkened patch of fur covering her mound. When he had delved a single finger between her folds, he found her warm, wet and waiting for him. As he moved up to watch her, he curled one and then two fingers and gently slide them inside of her warm cavern and wiggled them just so. Sara bit her bottom lip and moaned. "This is about you my love" he kissed her soundly then slid down to where his fingers had been.
With two skillful fingers, he parted her folds and lapped at her warm, glistening skin. His tongue moved in circles around her clit and then he gently sucked in the swelling nub. He pushed the folds further back opening her like a flower laid bare for his desires and indicated for her to spread her legs a little more and she complied as she arched up to meet his mouth. His tongue covered from front to back and when it found her opening, it pushed in as far as he could go and she moaned in ecstasy. She'd come hard and fast and at one point, she'd quickly closed her legs around his head and for a brief moment, Gil pictured himself being found dead, face buried in his lovers folds having drowned in her copious fluids. He drank like a man starving for his last ounce of liquid and the fluids she provided were to him, a gift of renewed life. When he was done, he slid up beside her and asked quietly. "I'd like to kiss you now, may I?" he'd learned his lesson the hard way.
Sara turned to him and wrapped her hands around his face as she drew him in for a searing kiss. As his mouth plundered hers, she could taste the tang and salt of herself on his lips, on his tongue and though she might have thought it would be disgusting, with Gil it was a new sensation that when he finally entered her, pushing to the hilt, the combination of what he was doing to her with his cock and mouth was what had her falling off the edge of an abyss followed close behind the man she willing would have jumped with. When they were through, satiated and spent, they lay entwined in each other laughing and kissing like teenagers. "Wow!" she couldn't' voice more than that and the smile on his face mirrored the exact feelings she shared.