Be advised: Mature Content ahead, this chapter is rated M. Proceed with caution!
"You know, I believed him too."
Sara looked up from her staring match with the inside of her locker when she hears him speak.
It's the first time in a while, and she'd rather not think how long, that he's spoken to her alone about something non evidence related.
"Sorry?" She questions, not fully following his train of thought.
They were alone in the locker room, the rest of graveyard long since departed to their homes.
"The suspect, I took him at face value as well, there was no reason not to. I guess with the rain and the loss of evidence I forgot the rule, 'first on the scene, first suspect'. But hey," He says turning from his locker to face her for the first time, "Next time we won't forget. We keep learning on this job, it's when we stop learning we should begin to worry."
"Yeah." She mumbles, knowing he's only trying to make her feel better.
"Sara," He calls trying to catch her attention again, noting she's still staring into her locker. "You're a good criminalist, don't doubt that."
She stands closing the door to her locker. The harsh clang of metal against metal ringing out in the small room.
"It's why you hired me." Her voice, thick with emotion, doesn't hide the sarcasm that drips off her words and she's not entirely sure if she meant for it to sound that way or not.
She's still confused with what's going on between them. The hot and cold act he has going on. The phrase 'Treat em mean, keep em keen' rings out through her head, but that was never Grissom's style…at least not before.
Well for all she knows it could have been. She didn't exactly see him day to day to know how he acted with potential ex lover's slash friend slash whatever they were.
They worked so well together, knew what the other was thinking with a single look, could follow each other's train of thought while the others were left out wondering what was going on inside their mind meld. They anticipated each other's needs, fell into synchronised step without even meaning to and could rely on each other to keep up with the same thought processing pace.
Maybe it was because they had slept together and knew the other as intimately as one could.
Maybe it was because they were science nerds cut from the same cloth.
Maybe it was because they were teacher and student.
Whatever the reason they did work well together, both in and out of the lab. More in the lab than out of it now.
Looking over to where Grissom was standing Sara sees for the first time that he's looking at her as intently as if she were a key piece of evidence that just cracked a case wide open.
It makes her throb with want for him. She looks away before he can read the lust in her eyes, but it's too late. The energy between them crackles with unresolved tension.
She wants him.
He wants her.
But they're at the lab and to say anything now would break whatever spell they are under.
She turns to leave before something they both regret happens in the locker room of the lab. This is his domain; she won't ruin that on him.
But as she turns to walk away, she's face to face with him, his cobalt blue eyes burning into her brandishing her soul.
His nostrils flare, the only indication of how this is affecting him and how he's trying to restrain it.
They need to leave now before things escalate any further.
Sara steps to the side without breaking eye contact, shaking her head no when he reaches out for her.
She slowly walks backwards away from him.
"Yours." The word echoes around the room, sounding loud even to her as she blindly feels for the handle of the door behind her.
A barely there nod of his head lets her know she's been heard. She dashes out of the locker room and makers her way to her car, her heartbeat racing inside her chest.
Maybe this is what they need, a reminder of how good they are together, of what they had before death, deceit and doubt became part of them.
Before ghosts and girlfriends of past drew a rift between them.
The adrenaline starts to subside as she drives to his apartment, in its wake anxiety eats up her veins.
What if this was a bad idea? What if when she left the locker room it broke whatever spell they were under? What if she was asleep in the locker room and dreaming this?
Traffic isn't helping the situation either, the strip is backed up thanks to some fender bender and she isn't too familiar with the back roads to make it to Grissom's apartment just yet.
It's a good forty minutes after she leaves the locker room before she's pulling onto Grissom's neighbourhood street, its only then she notes that he's tail gaiting her.
She parks a little away from his condo apartment.
She steels herself a minute, listening to her engine cool down and taking in deep breaths.
The tapping on her window makes her jump slightly. She turns to see Grissom standing there and the look in his eyes lets her know she didn't conjure up the locker room scene and if anything, the desire he showed in the locker room has intensified.
She opens the car door and steps out and allows Grissom to close the door for her.
Two fingers loop through her belt hoops pulling her closer to him. He's looking at her again like a starved man about to have his first meal in weeks.
The intensity of his focus on her has her trembling, her knees weakened, her breathing shallow.
They're still outside, in broad daylight, the late morning has the sun high in the sky beaming down upon them and despite the heat its casting over Vegas, Sara can't help but shiver.
His right-hand falls from her waist and grabs her hand, he turns and pulls her along behind him, his left hand reaching for the keys in his pants pockets.
Moments later, they are within his cool condo, the heat from outside left behind the door. A different heat blazing up the entry way.
He hasn't let go of her hand yet and continues to walk them through his home. Nothing has changed that she can see.
The door to his bedroom is closed and before he opens the door to allow them entry, he abruptly stops outside, she collides with his back before she realises, he's even stopped walking.
He turns on the spot and once again they are face to face.
He raises his free hand to her face and caresses her cheek. He ever so slowly leans in and places a delicate kiss on her lips.
The change in pace is vastly different to the intensity she felt a few moments earlier.
Sara's head spins with confusion but she can't help but lean into the soft kiss.
There's a moan and she's unsure from which of them it came from.
The hand holding hers moves up her arm, over her shoulder, down the curve of her breast and lands on her hip pulling her closer to him.
She can feel his arousal at her hip and whimpers at the feel of him. It's been at least two months and she's craving him now.
While it's not the longest they've ever gone without being together she had gotten used to their more frequent coupling, the recent dry spell has left her aching for him.
She nearly sobs against him at the emotion coursing through her from just a simple kiss.
He must feel it too as he deepens the kiss and brings his other hand down to her waist holding her close to him. She wraps her arms around his neck, entwining her hands in his salt n pepper locks.
Without breaking contact, he turns them and moves them towards the closed bedroom door.
Somehow, and she's not even sure if she could answer how in a court of law, they make their way inside his room.
She's on the bed, her shirt lost somewhere between the door and the bed, her pants undone but not off and her shoes kicked off somewhere in a hurry.
Gil has also been devested of his jumper and his shirt hangs open, his pants still on.
His finger circling her clit brings her back to the present. She gasps breaking their kiss, her hands still in his hair, holds his face to her chest.
He starts to trail kisses down her chest, over the swell of her breasts, he sucks a nipple through her bar bringing it to a stiff peak.
She's lost in the sensation of him, all coherent thought disbanded. All her senses are focused solely on him and the sensations he's causing coursing through her body.
She cums calling his name on a throaty moan.
He has her pants off moments later, followed closely by his own.
Through hooded eyes she sees him grab himself and align at her entrance. He guides his cock along the length of her coating himself in her juices, he never fails to get her soaking wet.
Slowly he enters her, and even though it's only been a few months she needs to adjust to the size of him.
"Fuck." She gasps as he fully sheaths himself within her.
He slowly withdraws before pushing back in allowing her to become accustomed with the size of him again.
Her hips rise to meet his thrusts, and it's almost as if no time has passed since their last time together. They easily fall back into the rhythm they know so well.
His large hands encase her hips, while her hands seek out to touch him, any part of him she doesn't care.
His lips find's hers tasting her moans.
She breaks the kiss on a sob.
"Fuck," her breathing erratic, she can feel tingles shoot through ever nerve ending, "Gil, I'm so close…please."
He brings his thumb to her clit and rubs small tight circles over her in rhythm with their hips.
She's clamping down around him moments later, sobbing at her release.
As much as he'd like for her to ride out her orgasms and let him bring her to another, he can't hold on, and cums alongside her.
His breath tickles her neck, she's not sure how long they've laid like this, but she'd guess not very long. He's on top of her, still buried within her, she can feel him start to soften.
She feels him begin to stir and wraps her arms around him holding him in place.
"Sara." He warns, knowing the weight of him on top of her can't be comfortable.
"No," She responds before he says anything else to ruin the moment. "Just stay." It's not a plea, more of a suggestion but he obliges all the same.
It's the unsaid understanding between them, she wants to stay like this for as long as he allows because they both know, that they don't know when or if this will happen again anytime soon.
The longer she gets to hold him, the less time she's apart from him waiting for the next time.
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