So, this turned out slightly longer than I planned. But, just like I planned, it turned out very rated M. So you're officially warned. Stop if you don't love smutty GSR.

The new CSI:Vegas has really done a number on me. I have been set back mentally about 15-20 years, obsessing over GSR like the raving fangirl lunatic I used to be. When I need to work; I read fanfic, when I need to clean the house; I watch sneak peeks and trail the internet for new clips, when I need to sleep; I listen to love songs and rewatch everything GSR on YouTube. So, that's me losing my mind all over again. Here's to hoping I am not alone! Well, I hope you'll enjoy this

MIGRAINES & POPCORN, part 2

Sara slipped her shoes off in the hallway and turned around to see Grissoms back as he leaned his head against the front door, and slowly turned the lock. He looked tired. His curls were messy and his shoulders seemed tense. He was standing with his back to her not moving. "Are you okay?" she asked gently. She was afraid he regretted asking her to come in. "Better now that you're here" he said as he turned around to look at her. "Sara…" he started, not sure of where he was going. Nothing new there. She always left him a little speechless. His head was still a little numb from the pain that had paralyzed him for the last 12 hours, and he knew his brain would not reconnect until he got some sleep… he also knew that he didn't want to sleep alone. "I know we have a lot to talk about" he said, "but for now, can we just sleep?" He reached both hands up and gently cupped her face, searching her eyes for an answer. She gave him an almost unrecognizable nod. He let his hands slide slowly down her neck, over her shoulders and down her arms, until they found her hands. It was the most intimate moment, and part of him wanted it to last forever.

He led her through his living room, through the hall and into his bedroom. Sara followed him without a word. The walls of his bedroom were a soothing deep dark blue. The bed was a king. Large, dark brown, solid wood frame. "You can sleep here if you want," he said with a soft voice. "I changed the linens before I left for work last night. I'll take the guest room". She looked at him, wondering if that was what he really wanted. It wasn't. He realized that as soon as he spoke the words. What he wanted more than anything was to curl up next to her, to feel the soft touch of her fingers against his skin again, to watch her lying naked in his bed on his sheets, to smell her on his fingers after touching her in the most intimate way… "There's room for the both of us" she said, jerking him out of his spiraling train of thoughts right before it would have become impossible for him to hide what was on his mind. His sudden arousal took him by surprise. He had been so tired, but all of a sudden, it was as if this thick and heavy fog had lifted, and he was wide-awake. She took his hand and led him towards the bed. He didn't fight her.

When she stopped next to the bed he stopped right behind her, so close that she could feel his chest against her back. His crotch against her ass… He let go of her hand and reached up to pull her curly hair to the side leaving part of her neck exposed to him. He hesitated for a second before leaning forward ever so slightly and placed his lips on the delicate skin right below her right ear. Her reaction was immediate and he felt the slight shudder his actions brought on through her entire body. A soft groan escaped her lips. The contrast of his surprisingly soft lips and the roughness of his beard on her skin made her lose her balance. Not only physically, but emotionally. She leaned back into him and understood right away that she was not the only one physically affected. He was rock hard against her ass. They stayed like that for a few seconds before he slid his arm around her waist and slowly turned her around to face him. When she looked into his eyes, they were dark with unhidden desire. The haze and pain was gone, his breathing was heavier and his gaze kept shifting from her eyes to her lips. "You need sleep…" she said holding his gaze, giving him an out. She wanted, no she needed, this to be his decision. It had to be his step to make. Over the past years she had made no effort to hide that she wanted more from him, that he was more than a boss to her. But standing there in front of him in his bedroom, she realized that the only thing worse than never getting more from him, would be getting everything, only for him to regret it and take it away again the next morning. She suddenly mirrored what she suspected was his worst fear. "No, Sara…" his voice was hoarse and deep and sensual. "…what I need is you. It's always been you, I've just been too scared, too coward to admit it" he continued. "I don't have all the answers, but I know that if it's not too late, I want to give us a chance."

Her answer was never put into words. I didn't have to be. And to be honest, she didn't know if she'd be able to speak even if she'd tried. Instead she put her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers, stopping right before their lips connected. She had waited so long for this, and now that she was finally here, with him, she found herself insecure. It was like their roles had been reversed. But when she suddenly felt weak, he found the strength and confidence they needed. He was the one who closed the tiny gap between them, leaning in and letting his lips touch hers for the first time. It was the most gentle touch, soft and sweet. But the taste of her quickly made him greedy. He slipped his tongue in, deepening the kiss. She matched him quickly, relishing in the taste of his wet lips on hers, and his tongue in her mouth. She felt his erection pressing against her, and instantly felt an overwhelming ache in her center. She knew she was already soaking wet.

They broke the kiss, both of them gasping for air. He had dreamt of this moment for so many years, in so many ways. None of his fantasies came close to reality. His fears of risking everything for a life with her, they suddenly seemed so unimportant. She was worth it, she'd always been worth it. Looking into her brown eyes he knew he'd be okay, no matter what, as long as she was in this world. He kept looking into her eyes as he started to pull her shirt up. He stopped for half a second almost apologetically, looking for permission in her eyes. He didn't have to ask, she nodded eagerly and helped him pull it all the way over her head. Sara Sidle was standing in front of him wearing a simple and sexy black bra. He couldn't help but smile. She'd seen him smile a million times before, but this grin, this was different from the ones she'd seen before. He let his eyes slide over her beautiful body. Her skin was perfect. He let his fingers explore her curves, running his hands slowly from her shoulders down across her chest, over her nipples that peeked out through the thin fabric of her silk bra, relishing in the thought of how perfectly her breasts fit in his hands. He continued running one hand down each side of her waist, landing on her hips. "You're beautiful" he whispered against her lips, before taking another hungry taste of her mouth. As the kiss quickly deepened, their instincts took over.

Sara almost came undone just from the feeling of his fingers against her skin. She'd never been with a man who could make her feel anything like this before. All she could think was how badly she wanted to feel him inside of her. She needed him to fuck her so bad. She started tugging at his t-shirt, needing it gone. He helped her out, and they quickly disposed of their pants as well. All that was left on him was a pair of navy boxers that seemed way too small for what they were trying to hide right now. He touched himself trying to adjust his painfully obvious erection, and gave her a shy quirky smile. Her black silk panties were soaking wet, and she knew that it wouldn't take him long to find out. He stepped close enough again for their bodies to connect. She grabbed his boxers and pulled them down just enough to free his throbbing cock. He let out a grunt that seemed like a mix of relief and pleasure and primal lust. He was big, and she couldn't help but smile when she felt the length of him pressing against her stomach. He saw her reaction and it made him feel so damn good.

Encouraged by her reaction to him he slipped his hand underneath her panties and down into her folds. It wasn't hard to gain access. He couldn't believe how wet she was. He knew it was silly but he couldn't help but feel proud that he could make her body react like this. He started rubbing his hand against her clit while watching her eyes shut and her head tilt backwards in what he could only interpret as share pleasure. He loved watching her. He had been watching her for years, stealing glances when he didn't think she noticed, locking the memory of her away to use for later in his secret fantasies. Now she was right here, making all his dreams come through.

She felt the waves of pleasure and lust pulsing through her, afraid that she couldn't hold on much longer. She grabbed his shaft and started stroking it. He was so hard, for her… It didn't take long before she could see that he was struggling as well. "Sara" he said "I want you" he begged. She knew what he meant. She didn't want to come without having him inside her, and he felt the same. She let go of his cock, and he pulled his hand up from her panties. He could smell her arousal on his fingers, and he wanted desperately to taste her. He quickly pulled her underwear down, and she kicked them all the way off, before he rid himself of his boxers. They were standing right next to his bed and he wanted her on it. "Lay down for me…" he half asked, half demanded. She gladly did what he asked, putting her head down on a big soft pillow in the center of the bed. She felt naked, laying there in front of him, but in a good way. She felt vulnerable, but still safe and protected. He gazed down at her laying naked in his bed, waiting for him, and felt a twitch in his cock that elicited a small moan. She saw it and smiled. "Come here" she said softly, inviting him to join her.

He crawled in and grabbed her knees pulling them softly apart before positioning himself between them. He was on his knees between her legs letting his hands roam across her body once more, drinking in the vision of his hands on her naked body. He bent over to place soft kisses on her breasts, then her stomach, inching himself further and further down. He had dreamt of this for so long, he didn't want to wait another second. He had to know how she tasted. He had to feel what it was like to lick her and put his tongue inside of her, even if just for a few seconds. As he placed a soft kiss on the inside of her upper thigh, he looked up at her to make sure she was okay with where he was going. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, and when he looked at her he knew that she wasn't. She stared into his eyes and the look she gave him left no doubt in his mind that she wanted his mouth on her as much as he did. He gave in to his desire and placed a kiss on her clit, before licking her wet folds, tasting the juices he had made her produce.

He worked magic with his tongue, licking and kissing, driving her to the edge, hitting all the right spots. She caught herself thinking he must have researched the female anatomy intently to be able to pleasure her this way. She smiled to herself thinking that maybe he had a book about this subject in his bookshelf as well. He felt that she was close and reluctantly allowed his lips to release her from his hungry mouth. She was surprised at his urgency when he moved up and placed himself between her legs, using his hand to rub the tip of his cock against her opening. "Fuck me…." She growled, not able to take another second of not having him inside her. He obeyed, and slowly drove into her. Careful at first, but fueled by her moans he gained momentum. He drew back, only to plunge in once more, a little bit harder this time, and even deeper. He was losing control, thrusting in and out, faster, sloppier, harder and deeper each time. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. She was too good. He had one hand on the sheet by her side, and the other on her clit rubbing it hard and steady.

Sara wildest dreams had not done the feeling of him inside her justice. He filled her up perfectly. It didn't take long before she felt her muscles contract, and knew she was about to come. There was a delightful ache deep down in her stomach, and then release… She felt tingly, her legs went numb for a few seconds and the sensation kept pulsing through her again and again like nothing she had ever felt before. He did this to her…

When he felt her muscles tighten around his cock, the sensation made him go over the edge as well. He felt himself spilling out inside of her, filling her up, and he exploded with emotions. The build up had been crazy, all these years of frustration and sexual tension, and finally they were here. Bodies heaving for breath, skin against skin, lips against lips, both feeling like all their dreams had just come through.

Still on top of her, he planted a soft kiss on her lips. Gently this time, hoping his emotions would spill over into her and tell her exactly how much he loved her. He rolled off her, and positioned himself on his side next to her. He draped an arm over her naked stomach and looked at her. She felt his gaze on her and smiled as she turned her head towards him and met his eyes. Looking into those deep blue eyes she knew she had been right all these years, and that he was definitely worth the wait.

He pulled the covers over them, pulling her closer, cradling her from behind. He was so tired, and yet he didn't want to go to sleep. He didn't want this moment to be over. He didn't want her to ever leave his bed. "There's a Hitchcock marathon on CBS tonight" he whispered softly in her ear. "Will you watch it with me?" She threw a look at the rather tiny old school television set on his dresser and smiled. "On one condition" she answered. "You make us popcorn". "Deal" he said, as he drifted off to sleep. His best sleep ever.