Chapter 13
Las Vegas, Motel
It's a good thing the name for the motel was fake and that the manager hadn't rented the room out. The same motel room Grissom had used when he worked on Ecklie's case. Now it was the safest place Grissom could think of. No one would come back here. It was a dead end with no paper trails or contacts. No one knew it existed, not even Freddie and even though a few clearing crews knew about it, it would be forgotten and thought of as a normal motel room for anyone to rent out.
It had taken hours to drive from the border motel to Vegas and by the time they arrived, it was early afternoon. Sara had slept some of the way and when she was awake, she snuggled against Grissom's side as he drove and they would talk about being cautious when outside the motel. Sara listened and asked a few questions about how long and what to do if someone recognised them. Grissom explained that they'd have to be careful and may have to move again, but he was hoping to get some help and get the shooter before he got them.
Finally settled at the motel with a hot take away and cold drinks. They ate and talked. Sara playfully threw a noodle at him and giggled as it landed on his glasses. Grissom smirked and pulled his glasses off. He cleaned them and placed them on the table. He picked up his chopsticks and leaned over the table. He offered her some sweet and sour vegetables with a smile. She watched his eyes sparkle as she leaned forward to take the small baby corn dripping in sweet and sour sauce. She giggled as the sauce dripped onto her chin and chest. Before she could wipe it away, Grissom slipped off his chair and knelt beside her.
She smiled as he turned her to him and watched as he leaned forward and licked the sauce from her chest. Her head tilted back slightly as his tongue trailed up her throat to her chin. He sucked the remaining sauce and kissed her softly. Sara wrapped her arms around his neck and held him as she deepened the kiss.
Sinking into her, he pushed between her legs and pulled her shirt from her pants. His fingers danced over her skin and smiled against her mouth as she shivered under his touch. His hands traced her ribs and her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. She moaned as he pulled the silk covering of her bra from one breast to be covered with his warm hand. She could feel how hard he was as she pushed herself against him. He groaned and slipped his other hand around her waist and pulled her hard against him as he thrust his hips against hers. Sara groped for the buttons on his shirt and pulled at them numbly.
Grissom unclasped her bra and broke the kiss to capture her breast through her t-shirt. Sara gasped and held his head to her as his tongue sucked through the fabric and his teeth nibbled at the nipple. She pushed into his groin and released his hair to pull at his pants. Freeing him, she started on her own pants. Grissom alternated from one breast to the other, giving equal attention as he helped pull her pants off. Her underwear was practically ripped from her as his pants and boxers bunched around his ankles.
Sara raised her arms as he pulled her shirt over her head and discarded her bra to the floor. His mouth crushed against hers as he pulled her roughly against him. Sara cried out as he impaled himself. She grasped his shoulders as he thrust into her slowly at first, but then faster. She held onto him tightly as he devoured her mouth and muffled her cries. His own passionate noises were muffled with her mouth and breasts as he continued to tease them and taste them. Sara's whole body was on fire as he pumped into her. His hands held her waist as he pulled her to him, meeting him in powerful lunges.
His knees hurt, but it didn't stop him from pleasing them both. He found her mouth again as she pulled his head up from her chest. Her fingers tangled in his curls, driving him crazy, encouraging him to hold on and make the sensations that filled them, last longer.
Sara's back arched into him as she leaned back and held onto the chair. Her head was thrown back as his assault continued. She was panting hard as she struggled to maintain the rhythm they had found. Their thrusts were synchronised and breaking the pattern was unthinkable at this point, all though that was impossible.
Grissom pulled his body up straight with one last long thrust, met by Sara throwing her body against his with a muffled scream into his shoulder. Filling her completely, he held her tightly as he thrust slowly through his climax. Sara bit down on his neck lightly and groaned at how sensitive she was as he continued to push through his release. She raked her nails down his spine and received a low growl in response.
Pulling back slightly, Sara kissed him slowly and lightly as he went limp inside her. He pulled out slowly and was instantly cold. Standing, he pulled her with him. The kiss broke as they both went into the bathroom to shower.
Highway, bordering Nevada
Would he really go back to Vegas or stay close by? He asked himself as he drove down the highway. A few miles until the border and the search would begin again. The question was, would he go home or somewhere no one would know about? The answer was pretty easy with an ex soldier being involved. No he wouldn't go home and yes he would fine somewhere no one would know, but the next question would be. where?
Las Vegas, Motel
Emerging from the hot shower, Sara dropped down on the bed and wrapped the sheets around her damp body. Grissom had a towel around his waist as he towelled his hair. He looked down at the finished food containers and threw them away. He sat down on the bed and dried his face. Sara turned onto her side and looked over at him as he stared down at the floor. She ran her hand down his back and watched as his turned his head and smiled at her. He turned to lay down beside her. She pulled some sheet for him and covered his body with it as he moved closer to her. They held each other as they lay there. Their eyes closed and listening to the sounds of cars rushing past the motel and the rain pelting down on the roof. Vegas, they mused.
"It's not home, but I missed being here." She whispered.
Grissom looked at her and smiled. "I know, me too."
Silence filled the room, only the outside could be heard. Sara moved so her head was resting on Grissom's chest. "Griss?"
He turned his head and smiled. "Yeah?"
"When this is all over, where will you go?"
His smile grew and he chuckled. He squeezed her to his chest. "I'm staying with you silly."
Sara raised her head to rest her chin on his chest to see him. He looked down at her with smiling blue eyes. He pushed her hair from her face and cupped her cheek. "You'll stay in Vegas?"
"If you want me too?" He asked softly, brushing his thumb down her cheek.
She smiled and leaned into his hand. "I want you too." She whispered.
"That's settled then." He grinned and pulled her up his body. Lifting his head from the pillows, he kissed her deeply.
Sara giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he rolled them. His body covered hers completely. Her hands traced his muscular back and played with his curls. The kiss was long and passionate.
Grissom's hands pushed underneath her body and held her to him as he devoured her mouth with his. He moved his legs and pushed his knee between her legs. One hand moved lower to cup one buttock and pulled her up to met him as he pressed his hips into her. Sara moaned into his mouth and gasped for air as he broke the kiss. He grinned down at her, before trailing kisses down her jaw, throat and collarbone. She held him close as he travelled the length of her body and came back up to unit their lips.
Sara's hands ran up his sides and he giggled, causing him to pull away. Eyeing him curiously, she repeated her movements and soon he fell into a heap beside her in a fit of laughter. Sara rolled onto him and straddled his stomach.
"I can't believe you're ticklish." She laughed and grinned when his hands finally gripped hers and held them to his chest.
Las Vegas, Motel
It's a good thing the name for the motel was fake and that the manager hadn't rented the room out. The same motel room Grissom had used when he worked on Ecklie's case. Now it was the safest place Grissom could think of. No one would come back here. It was a dead end with no paper trails or contacts. No one knew it existed, not even Freddie and even though a few clearing crews knew about it, it would be forgotten and thought of as a normal motel room for anyone to rent out.
It had taken hours to drive from the border motel to Vegas and by the time they arrived, it was early afternoon. Sara had slept some of the way and when she was awake, she snuggled against Grissom's side as he drove and they would talk about being cautious when outside the motel. Sara listened and asked a few questions about how long and what to do if someone recognised them. Grissom explained that they'd have to be careful and may have to move again, but he was hoping to get some help and get the shooter before he got them.
Finally settled at the motel with a hot take away and cold drinks. They ate and talked. Sara playfully threw a noodle at him and giggled as it landed on his glasses. Grissom smirked and pulled his glasses off. He cleaned them and placed them on the table. He picked up his chopsticks and leaned over the table. He offered her some sweet and sour vegetables with a smile. She watched his eyes sparkle as she leaned forward to take the small baby corn dripping in sweet and sour sauce. She giggled as the sauce dripped onto her chin and chest. Before she could wipe it away, Grissom slipped off his chair and knelt beside her.
She smiled as he turned her to him and watched as he leaned forward and licked the sauce from her chest. Her head tilted back slightly as his tongue trailed up her throat to her chin. He sucked the remaining sauce and kissed her softly. Sara wrapped her arms around his neck and held him as she deepened the kiss.
Sinking into her, he pushed between her legs and pulled her shirt from her pants. His fingers danced over her skin and smiled against her mouth as she shivered under his touch. His hands traced her ribs and her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. She moaned as he pulled the silk covering of her bra from one breast to be covered with his warm hand. She could feel how hard he was as she pushed herself against him. He groaned and slipped his other hand around her waist and pulled her hard against him as he thrust his hips against hers. Sara groped for the buttons on his shirt and pulled at them numbly.
Grissom unclasped her bra and broke the kiss to capture her breast through her t-shirt. Sara gasped and held his head to her as his tongue sucked through the fabric and his teeth nibbled at the nipple. She pushed into his groin and released his hair to pull at his pants. Freeing him, she started on her own pants. Grissom alternated from one breast to the other, giving equal attention as he helped pull her pants off. Her underwear was practically ripped from her as his pants and boxers bunched around his ankles.
Sara raised her arms as he pulled her shirt over her head and discarded her bra to the floor. His mouth crushed against hers as he pulled her roughly against him. Sara cried out as he impaled himself. She grasped his shoulders as he thrust into her slowly at first, but then faster. She held onto him tightly as he devoured her mouth and muffled her cries. His own passionate noises were muffled with her mouth and breasts as he continued to tease them and taste them. Sara's whole body was on fire as he pumped into her. His hands held her waist as he pulled her to him, meeting him in powerful lunges.
His knees hurt, but it didn't stop him from pleasing them both. He found her mouth again as she pulled his head up from her chest. Her fingers tangled in his curls, driving him crazy, encouraging him to hold on and make the sensations that filled them, last longer.
Sara's back arched into him as she leaned back and held onto the chair. Her head was thrown back as his assault continued. She was panting hard as she struggled to maintain the rhythm they had found. Their thrusts were synchronised and breaking the pattern was unthinkable at this point, all though that was impossible.
Grissom pulled his body up straight with one last long thrust, met by Sara throwing her body against his with a muffled scream into his shoulder. Filling her completely, he held her tightly as he thrust slowly through his climax. Sara bit down on his neck lightly and groaned at how sensitive she was as he continued to push through his release. She raked her nails down his spine and received a low growl in response.
Pulling back slightly, Sara kissed him slowly and lightly as he went limp inside her. He pulled out slowly and was instantly cold. Standing, he pulled her with him. The kiss broke as they both went into the bathroom to shower.
Highway, bordering Nevada
Would he really go back to Vegas or stay close by? He asked himself as he drove down the highway. A few miles until the border and the search would begin again. The question was, would he go home or somewhere no one would know about? The answer was pretty easy with an ex soldier being involved. No he wouldn't go home and yes he would fine somewhere no one would know, but the next question would be. where?
Las Vegas, Motel
Emerging from the hot shower, Sara dropped down on the bed and wrapped the sheets around her damp body. Grissom had a towel around his waist as he towelled his hair. He looked down at the finished food containers and threw them away. He sat down on the bed and dried his face. Sara turned onto her side and looked over at him as he stared down at the floor. She ran her hand down his back and watched as his turned his head and smiled at her. He turned to lay down beside her. She pulled some sheet for him and covered his body with it as he moved closer to her. They held each other as they lay there. Their eyes closed and listening to the sounds of cars rushing past the motel and the rain pelting down on the roof. Vegas, they mused.
"It's not home, but I missed being here." She whispered.
Grissom looked at her and smiled. "I know, me too."
Silence filled the room, only the outside could be heard. Sara moved so her head was resting on Grissom's chest. "Griss?"
He turned his head and smiled. "Yeah?"
"When this is all over, where will you go?"
His smile grew and he chuckled. He squeezed her to his chest. "I'm staying with you silly."
Sara raised her head to rest her chin on his chest to see him. He looked down at her with smiling blue eyes. He pushed her hair from her face and cupped her cheek. "You'll stay in Vegas?"
"If you want me too?" He asked softly, brushing his thumb down her cheek.
She smiled and leaned into his hand. "I want you too." She whispered.
"That's settled then." He grinned and pulled her up his body. Lifting his head from the pillows, he kissed her deeply.
Sara giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he rolled them. His body covered hers completely. Her hands traced his muscular back and played with his curls. The kiss was long and passionate.
Grissom's hands pushed underneath her body and held her to him as he devoured her mouth with his. He moved his legs and pushed his knee between her legs. One hand moved lower to cup one buttock and pulled her up to met him as he pressed his hips into her. Sara moaned into his mouth and gasped for air as he broke the kiss. He grinned down at her, before trailing kisses down her jaw, throat and collarbone. She held him close as he travelled the length of her body and came back up to unit their lips.
Sara's hands ran up his sides and he giggled, causing him to pull away. Eyeing him curiously, she repeated her movements and soon he fell into a heap beside her in a fit of laughter. Sara rolled onto him and straddled his stomach.
"I can't believe you're ticklish." She laughed and grinned when his hands finally gripped hers and held them to his chest.