This is Rated M from the get go - if that's not your thing maybe don't read.
Enjoy.
"Let's go home."
As everyone starts to wander off in different directions heading for their cars, Sara falls into line with Grissom.
"Home for me is San Francisco," she informs him with a slight smirk, "Bit of a trek, don't ya think?"
Grissom turns to look at her and quirks an eyebrow in response.
"I'm just saying," she laughs. "But my flight doesn't leave for another twelve hours so I'm gonna head to the hotel and catch up on some sleep, this working nights gig I'm not used to it."
"Could you get used to it?" Asks Grissom, a plan formulating in his mind.
Sara stares at Grissom a beat before replying. "Ah, I don't know, I could try if I thought it worthwhile."
"Why don't you, uh;" Grissom pauses trying to think of the best way to articulate what he wants to say. Unsure if he wants to have this conversation out in the open, he changes tactics. "Why don't you come back to mine and we can have breakfast, it's the least I owe you for helping us out here. Honestly Sara, I don't know what I would have done without you these past few days. I'm glad you're here."
Sara felt the blush creep up from her neck to her cheeks hoping Grissom wouldn't notice. She could feel the tingling all over her body, 'Did he mean breakfast or…' she wondered.
"Sure, sounds great. I'll follow behind in my car, you lead the way." And with that they both turned to their respective cars, apprehensive of what the morning held.
Entering his townhouse Sara noted very little changes since the last (and only) time she was here, it was entirely Grissom-esque.
Following behind Grissom they entered the kitchen cum living room. Turning around Grissom found himself inches away from Sara. Looking at her he could see how young she was, how vibrant she looked in his passé living quarters.
Licking his lips, he brought his eyes to meet hers. The usually hazel irises had turned a shade darker, their close proximity to each other affecting her as much as it was affecting him.
Since turning around and seeing her on the strip all he had envisioned was having her withering underneath him once more. Not the most ideal thoughts given the situation they had been in, but with the killer arrested and Warrick in the clear, per say, that's all he wanted…needed now.
The tension between them was thick. 'How long had it been?' He wondered, 'Too long,' he thought answering his own musings. Any time away from her was too much time, something he wanted to correct but at this moment in time all he wanted was her.
"Sara…" Her name on his lips was all it took to break the spell, they surged forward together. Lips colliding together, tongues duelling for dominance. His hands gripped her thin hips turning her on the spot, moving her backwards to the counter.
Her back hit the counter making her gasp into him and allowing him to take control of their kiss. Her arms wrapped around him, her fingers coming to play with the soft curls at the base of his neck.
"God, I've missed you." She moaned when the broke apart.
He kissed his way down the curve of her jaw to her neck to the opening of her top. She was wearing too many clothes for his liking. Pulling his head up, his hands grasped either side of her shirt and tugged it up over her head.
He lowered his hands to her knees and pulled her legs apart stepping in between them to be closer to her. His lips found hers once more and the battle for dominance continued.
Her nimble fingers found their way to the front of his shirt popping open the buttons she encountered along the way. Growing impatient she pulled his shirt free from his pants and pulled it up over his head, once again breaking their kiss. She threw the shirt away from her and pulled him back to her mouth by the head, her other hand skirting up his stomach to his chest relishing in the feel of his skin under her hand.
He broke free from her mouth once more and followed a similar path down her neck and chest this time going further. While his mouth took the path to her left breast, his left hand snaked around her back looking for the clasp that would free her from the bra's restraints. Once open she grabbed the piece of clothing and much like the shirt threw it away from them.
She gasped as his hot wet mouth took a nipple and lavished it with attention.
She threw her head back allowing him to have better access. Her hand wound its way down his body stopping at the button of his slacks, with quick ease she undid the button and zipper. She palmed him through his boxers delighting in the feel of him. For a man of his stature, it came as no surprise to her how well-endowed he was.
A jolt shot threw her as she felt his fingers graze over her clit. He had gone unnoticed opening her pants.
Wrapping her legs around him and bringing him even closer she tugged at his hair pulling his head up from her breast. Her nipple fell from his mouth with a wet pop.
"Bedroom, now." She demanded.
He smirked at her and stroked her clit with his finger watching as she gasped and leaned backwards on the counter her clit grinding against his finger. He knew she was close and enticing as the bedroom sounded, he'd rather have lose control right here on the counter.
Dropping to his knees he pulled her jeans down her long-toned legs and let them drop to the floor, her panties following close behind. He could smell her arousal and it made him throb with anticipation.
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, his nose making contact with her centre. He inhaled sharply, savouring the scent of her, his fingers on her thighs inching closer. Looking up at her through hooded eyes he could see her chest rising and falling in quick succession. Knowing it was him that had her this close to the edge had him on a power trip. Sara was definitely good for his ego. With a small chuckle to himself he dove on her, his tongue contacting her clit sending her trashing above him.
She was more than ready for him but never one to rush something he savoured the feel of her under his tongue. Two thick fingers found their way into her entrance. With one quick thrust his fingers were encased inside of her.
She was spasming around him within seconds, going over the edge calling his name and praising the gods.
With her aftershocks racking through her frame, he kissed his way up her body, pulling her up so she was sitting up.
He kissed her soundly, allowing her to wrap her legs around him and pick her up off the counter.
He carried her to the bedroom and laid her gently down on his bed. Enjoying the view of her beneath him this time.
Sara's foot hooked around him turning him over and landing her on top of him.
She tore the boxers from his body and without warning had him sheathed inside of her seconds later. He interlocked their hands allowing her to set up the rhythm.
She was close again, so very close. He could feel her walls tightening around him.
"Sara…Sara come for me." He commanded, his voice gruff with arousal.
Once more she was spasming around him. He couldn't hold back any longer and with one final thrust she was milking him for all he was worth.
She collapsed on top of him, he still within her.
"That was…" She couldn't finish the sentence; she was spent.
He rolled them over, him slipping out of her causing her to moan at the loss of contact. She hugged him tighter to her, not wanting to lose the closeness they had obtained. They weren't cuddlers as such but being as close as possible was something they both savoured when together. Maybe it had something to do with their long distance…whatever.
"Move here." Gil asked at once startling the post coitus blissfulness.
Her eyes sprung open at what he had said. Had she imagined that? She looked at him waiting for some indication that she hadn't just conjured up what he said in her head.
"I'm serious Sara, move to Las Vegas, you can work on grave. We'd be in the same city, there'd be no more…"
'No more what?' He thought mid-sentence. 'No more casual sex at cities where the next forensic convention was held'. Pushing those thought aside he continued. "We have an opening and I know you'd excel here."
"Is this the sex talking?" She asked, genuinely bewildered by where this morning's events had just arrived to. While she had figured breakfast hadn't really meant breakfast, she didn't think it was going to lead to him asking her to move across state lines. What they had was casual in a sense, the hooked up at seminars, met every couple of months for some well needed tension release. But living in the same city, working together, wouldn't that change what they had?
'And what do you have?' Asked her cynical mind. 'He calls and you come running, is that even a relationship?'
"Sara, say something. This stunned silence isn't exactly how I thought you would react."
"And how did you expect me to react? Be grateful for the shag and the job offer. Gil, you're talking about uprooting my life to move to a city I don't know, to work with people I've just investigated. I hate to break it to you, but I don't think I'd get a warm welcome from your team seeing as two thirds of them don't even like me."
"They'd get to like you, I know it's asking a lot Sara, but I think Vegas could be good for you. You'd have the chance to work in the number two lab in the country, solve cases that some labs deem unsolvable."
"Are you seriously doing a sales pitch about the lab while I'm in your bed naked."
The situation was laughable when she phrased it like that. She certainly had a different perspective on things.
"Okay, forget what I said about the lab. But I do think this move would be good for you. And for me. Sara this is new territory for me. I'm now in charge of the lab and it would be nice to have a friend I could count on to help when I need it."
Pulling herself up she looked down at him with sceptical eyes, he looked thoroughly sated with his hair ruffled from her hand's earlier attentions and a small smile resting on his lips.
Would this mean no more of them if she moved here? If she was being honest working with him would be a dream come true and working in the number two lab in the country would look ideal on her résumé. But not being with him? True they hadn't ever defined what they were, but they were more than friends. Could they still maintain their relationship – if that's what you called it – and work together.
"Will you help me move?" She asked with a laugh.
He pulled her down and rolled on top of her, eager to help her get in the mood for round two.
Do people still write A/ns? Anywho…I've had this story in the back of my mind for god knows how long, ever since watching the show I've always thought these two had more of a history then was told on the show. And with the new series just after starting – be honest is anyone ready for the amount of GSR content we are about to get? – I thought Id post this. If you like let me know, I'll try and post as often as the real world allows.
