*Explicit Content - Chapter is rated M!*
The death of a six-year-old at the hands of her own mother was one that had shocked her. While she met with death everyday it still saddened her the lengths at which people went to, to cause some of those deaths.
She knew this case hit close to home for Catherine and while she probably should check in on her before their next shift, right now Catherine was the last thing on her mind.
Seeing as she had missed lunch, she had asked to the full locker room if anyone wanted to grab breakfast. However, one by one everyone backed out, claiming other things to do that morning. So, it had just left her and Grissom once again alone in the locker room.
"I'll get breakfast with you." His innocent reply had her arching a perfectly tweezed brow at him, the look in his eye's clearly indicating breakfast was the last thing on his mind.
And that's how she found herself pinned up against a wall in his apartment, his lips trailing their way down over her bare chest to her flat stomach. He had practically ripped her shirt and bra off her the moment they stepped into his apartment.
His warm hands held her in place as they leisurely moved up and down her sides sending shivers throughout her body. She whimpered at the loss of contact from his hands as they made their way to the front of her jeans and plucked open the button and zipper. He pushed the garment down her long legs, his head following the trail, leaving scorching kisses along the path.
He pulled his head back and looked up at her from his kneeling position, she was like a queen sitting upon her thrown looking down upon her worshipping subjects.
And worship her he was about to do.
She gasped aloud as his tongue swept up the length of her core, making her weak in the knees. She couldn't even recall him moving aside her underwear.
His tongue found her hardened nub and lavished it with attention, while his thick middle finger worked her up into another frenzy before a second finger joined.
Her left hand reached out and entwined it within his curly locks, for leverage or to guide him to where she needed him most, she wasn't sure.
For a man who spoke very little his mouth was definitely talented.
Her orgasm burst forth in a powerful explosion causing her to moan out his name in appreciation.
She could feel him smile against her groin as he moved up her body nipping and sucking at the flesh she had on display for him. His two fingers still sheathed within her causing rippling mini aftershocks to course through her.
"You are breath taking when you come." He whispered against her mouth before laying an open-mouthed kiss on her.
She could taste herself on his tongue as they made out against his wall.
She had missed him these last few months, the distance between them seemed larger than the miles between them when they lived in separate states.
Ever since the night she comforted him after they dealt with the death of the dead baby something had shifted in their relationship, they were more at ease with each other, more open, less inhibited.
He was more willing to accept their relationship. Breakfast at his had become a semi ritual, and it did involve food 50% of the time. She had discovered he was a decent cook and made a heck of a good grilled cheese sandwich.
He had open up about his mother, she had delighted in learning about his childhood and discovering what had made him into the man he was today. Granted it had only been the tip of the Grissom iceberg, she felt as if she had grown all that closer to him by that simple revelation.
While her own up-bringing had been less than satisfactory she felt that if she ever did get the courage to tell him he would be a little more open minded then the people she had grown up with.
A breathless moan brought her back to the present day, breaking the kiss she looked into the dark blue eyes she knew so well, a coy smile playing at her lips.
"Bedroom?" She asked, an eyebrow cocking upwards.
"I do believe I promised you breakfast." He replied, a cocky smile playing at his still swollen lips.
"I seem to have lost my appetite." She answered nipping at his lips, her left hand travelling down his chest, stomach onto to his waist where her hand found the rock-hard outline of him through his slacks.
Groaning he leaned into her neck, inhaling her sent.
A tremor coursed through her as he licked pulse point, rocking her hips forward her wet heat brushed against the course material of his pants. She ached with the need for him and only him.
"Gil, please." She moaned, rubbing herself unashamedly against him, his clothed hard length grating against her clit, causing her to see stars.
As much as she deserved to be brought to the bedroom and worshipped there, Gil didn't have the strength to tear himself away from her and stop the grinding she was currently doing against him. He needed her, needed her so badly that he was consumed from the inside out to be within her soft depths.
His pants found the floor while his hands found her ass, lifting her up, her long legs wrapping around his waist, bringing her centre in perfect alignment with his cock.
He was impaled within her velvety core seconds later, the sensation never ceasing to amaze him.
"Fuck, Sara, you always feel so good." He thrusted into her, delighting in the moans she released.
Nothing about this coupling was gentle, it was rough, raw and robust. Everything Sara needed to help forget the death she had encountered that night. It was him, her and a wall, and she needn't want anything more.
She could feel the tight coiling sensation start deep within her. Her every nerve fibre on edge, hurtling towards the precipice.
"Fuck, baby I'm gonna…" She couldn't coherently warn him how close she was, how close she was to completion. All for him, only for him, all because of him. She would never tire of this, of him, of how he made her feel. Nothing previous even came close.
Beads of sweat trailed their way down her sternum, which Gil greedily lapped up, leaving wet sloppy kisses along her chest before reaching her breast and bringing a stiff nipple between his teeth.
Her orgasm ripped through her making her arch into him, her nails leaving oval shaped marks along his shoulder blades, his thrusts, while getting sloppy dragged out her orgasm.
He followed seconds later, with one final thrust, Sara encased between him and the wall, she felt his release shudder through him.
Their panting heavy breaths the only sound in the hallway, they lay up against the wall, until final Sara dropped one leg from being wrapped around Gil's waist. Finding her balance she pushed off slightly from the wall, the movement causing a ripple of aftershocks to course through her core.
"That was…" She breathed against Gil's neck. She had no words to describe how intense their love making had been.
"Mmm" Was the response that came from her partner, who was still encased within her, still half holding her up against the wall.
"Bedroom?" She asked again laughing.
Hours later she woke to find herself wrapped in Grissom's sheets, the man himself still slumbering away. A quick glance at the alarm clock told her they still had a few hours before having to head to the lab.
She stretched causing her back to protest at the change in position.
She groaned at the aches she felt all over, she would be feeling this coupling for a while. Post stretch she glanced over to see two blue eyes staring back at her.
"Sorry," She whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you."
"Are you hurt?" He asked, concern etched across his face. "God, Sara I'm sorry, I'm an idiot we should never…"
"No," She said before he could finish that sentence, "I rather enjoyed myself this morning so don't be feeling guilty or regretting what we did. I'm fine, I promise, you didn't hurt me."
He gazed back at her, doubt obscuring his blue eyes. "Hey," She said inching closer to him, she kissed him before continuing, "I am okay, please don't worry." She brushed her lips over his once more, her arm wrapping around his waist pulling him closer to her.
She lay her head against his chest, savouring their time together.
"I do worry." He sighed, of course he worried, he was older than her, her supervisor, there was several reasons why their relationship should not work, yet having her here in his arms, in his bed made them all seem insignificant.
"If you want to worry about someone, worry about Catherine, I think the last case may have hit a bit too close to home her. I think maybe I should check up on her, but it might be better coming from you, she knows you better. I don't think we've quite reached that point in our friendship where she will open up to me." Her awkward laugh was smothered by his chest.
He cast a confused glance down at her. "Catherine?" He asked.
"Yeah, the carnival case we had, young kid, the mother did it." She explained, turning in his arms to lay on her back. "You didn't read the file?"
"Well, I decided to do something else this morning, I figured I could go in early and catch up on paperwork, your case being one."
"Oh," She smirked at his reply. In a stealth like manoeuvre, she moved over him, her ass landing on his thick thighs. "And was this morning worth the build-up of paperwork?"
He watched as she stretched atop him, her hands rising before dropping back down, entwining her fingers through her hair, her naked chest causing a stir in him. His hands found her waist and held her firmly against him, just so she could feel the affect she had on him.
Oh yes, spending time with her was worth the ever-growing pile of paperwork on his desk. And his memories of that morning and what was happening now would help see him through it.
Yes, another up date! Thanks for sticking with this story guys, its nice to know someone is enjoying it. Only a few more chapters of Season 1 left...