Title:
The Movies - Breakfast
Author: Battus philenor
Disclaimer: I have no claim to anything CSI. I get nothing from this but happiness from taking the G/S ship farther than those who do own CSI.
The ride to the diner was full of furtive glances while Sara relished in the soft caresses that Grissom's thumb was gracing the palm of her hand with. He gave it a squeeze once before letting go to pull safely into the parking lot.
Leaning in he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before getting out and coming around to open her door for her. Sara couldn't help the smile that graced her face, thinking how incredibly sweet Grissom truly was.
Sara marveled at how much attention Grissom was lavishing on her. Coming to terms with this sudden reversal of fortune was overwhelming and she was having a hard time believing it would continue. Deciding that she would enjoy it while it lasted, she merely smiled and silently thanked the heavens that at least she had him right now.
They walked through the parking lot in comfortable silence; Grissom's hand drifting to the small of her back. Sara looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye simply enjoying his closeness.
Giving her a sheepish look he whispered in her ear as he held the door for her, "I just can't seem to keep my hands off of you."
The honesty in his statement was enough to send chills coursing through her body once again, and she shrugged to fight the goose bumps that were forming.
"Are you cold, Honey?"
The combination of the term of affection and his breath caressing her neck caused another wave of goose bumps to break out over her skin.
"No, I can't seem to control the way my body reacts to you."
With that she grinned and turned to make her way to a free booth towards the back of the diner. Fighting to control his own breathing after Sara's admission, Grissom quickly followed her to their table. He felt certain that his shirt was obviously moving in time with his heart which was thudding against his chest.
Grissom sat down across from her, as she fought to recover from the uncontrollable reactions she was experiencing. Looking at the menu that she knew by heart; she seemed unable to concentrate on anything but him.
Grissom could smell a slight scent of vanilla and found himself wondering on what part of her body it was clinging to. Picturing Sara spraying that wonderful scent over her soft skin was not helping his body's attempt to calm down; as he could actually visualize the glistening mist covering her naked body
Sara watched him reach for his coffee and was unable to remove her eyes from his hands. They were strong and skilled, yet uncalloused and well manicured. She couldn't help wondering what they would feel like on her bare skin, sliding down her back, her sides, her breasts. With great resolve she managed to force her eyes from those hands which had been the object of so many of her fantasies.
She looked up at Grissom's eyes to find him gazing at her appearing to be caught up in his own daydreams. A slight cough to the left alerted her to the presence of the waitress who seemed more than ready to take their order. She noticed Grissom's blush as she stammered out her order of a veggie omelet.
Grissom hadn't looked at the menu or even thought about what he wanted to eat, so he just asked for the same thing Sara had ordered.
"Thank you, but I don't mind you know. Just because I don't eat meat doesn't mean you can't when you're with me."
"I'll keep that in mind for next time, but this had more to do with the fact that I hadn't given any thought as to what to eat; I was too caught up with watching you. You're so beautiful Sara."
Sara wasn't used to receiving compliments; with the exception of the ones that constantly poured from Greg's mouth. She found herself blushing and lowering her head to avoid his gaze until she felt him take her hand that was on the table.
"Please don't look away. You are beautiful you know. I've thought that from the first time I saw you so many years ago and you've only become more beautiful."
The waitress picked that moment to bring their food, and it was perfect timing as far as Sara was concerned. She loved the new attentive Grissom, and while wonderful, she couldn't help the embarrassment that crept up on her at his constant adoration.
Sara relaxed more as they finished their meal and even more so as they talked over coffee afterward. While there was some silence she was surprised at how much they found to talk about other than work.
She was disappointed when they were leaving the diner. Being with Grissom was becoming a wonderful addiction, and the thought of not being with him was making her anxious.
They drove back to Sara's place in silence and Grissom had his hand on her knee. Grissom found himself not wanting to their time together to be over for the day. He walked her to her door realizing the thought of leaving her was quite depressing. Normally one who enjoyed the solitude of his townhouse; it was the last place he wanted to be as he was certain he couldn't handle being without her again.
Having unlocked the door she walked into her apartment hoping he would follow her in without question. Asking him in felt too desperate to her and there was the possibility he would refuse. This way seemed safer for her ego somehow.
Grissom wasn't sure if she wanted him to come in, but he found he wasn't able to turn away. Slipping in to her apartment directly behind her he reached his hand up and gripped her shoulder as he kicked the door shut behind him.
Unable to stop the sharp intake of breathe at his touch she threw her keys on the table and allowed him to turn her around to face him. The intensity she encountered in his eyes was enough to fill her own with tears.
Unsure of when the deep need for her took over his body, Grissom found himself a willing participant in something he suddenly had no control over. His body seemed to be acting automatically, but he was enjoying the ride.
Pulling her close to him he enveloped her in his arms letting his hands roam free over her back. Sara' hands were around his neck playing soothingly in his hair. His lips went instinctively to the top of her head as he repeatedly kissed her hair.
"Sara, things were hard enough before, but now that I can touch you, I never want to stop. So if we move too fast, you'll have to tell me, otherwise I won't stop Sweetheart."
"I don't want you to stop. I don't ever want you to stop."
Hearing her confession and feeling her tighten her grip on his hair; Grissom leaned down and gave her a rough kiss. His lips attacked hers as if his life depended on it while his hands slid down her back and came to rest on her ass squeezing the flesh there.
While Sara had imagined Grissom as dominant on more than a few occasions; she never really thought he would be. The fact that he was a little forceful was turning Sara on like never before.
His manipulation of her ass was rapidly increasing her desire to throw him down and take him right there by the front door. Feeling his arousal jutting into her abdomen made her realize neither of them were going to last long at his pace, but her body wouldn't let her mind stop them.
Without her knowledge her body automatically began rubbing against his as his manhood was strategically placed between them absorbing the brunt of the friction. The growl that emanated from deep within his chest and escaped from his mouth gave her the courage to continue writhing.
Pulling his mouth away from hers he leaned back looking into her eyes.
"Sara, I am not a teenager who has to deal with feeling you up through your clothes. Take them off for me."
She reached out for his hand and led him into her bedroom. Dropping his hand she turned to face him bringing her hands to the hem of her shirt and lifting it slowly over her head. She threw it in the general direction of the chair in the corner of the room.
Raising her hands to the clasp on the front of her bra her eyes returned to Grissom who was standing before her. As she pulled the bra back revealing her breasts to him for the first time; she watched as he brought his hands up to remove his own shirt, his eyes never leaving her chest.
Standing before him exposed in this way was not as awkward as she feared it would be. The love and desire she saw in his face warmed her heart, excited her body, and gave her the confidence to continue.
Sara's hands went for the button on her jeans at the same time Grissom's went for his. Her eyes left his body momentarily as she slid them down off her body, and she was amazed when she looked back up to see he had his off already. She was also extremely turned on as she realized his hand was inside his boxers and he was stroking himself gently while watching her.
"My God you're beautiful Sara. As sexy as that thong is Sweetheart, please remove it. I need you to take it off."
Sara removed the black silk thong as Grissom took off his blue boxers, and they now stood naked before one another. Grissom still had a hold of his member looking longingly at her and rubbing himself gently.
"Sara, please touch yourself."
While this would normally be too much exposure for her, Sara was oddly comfortable trapped in his gaze now.
She ran her hands up her sides and in towards her breasts pausing to grip them and squeeze them roughly. Feeling her nipples harden beneath her hands she quickly took them between her thumb and forefingers rolling and pinching them to stand out further.
Hearing the gasp escape Grissom encouraged her as she squeezed harder eliciting her own groan as the slight pain caused her to ache for him to touch her.
Grissom found himself gripping his erection tighter as he watched Sara relentlessly tweak her now erect nipples. Glancing down to the ecstasy between Sara's legs he could see the wetness begin to trail down her inner thighs.
That was enough to send him over the edge. He couldn't watch a second longer.
"Sara, I need to taste you."
With one step he was directly in front of her. Dropping to his knees and grabbing her ankles he pushed her legs apart and she relented without hesitation.
Running his hands up the insides of her legs he paused at her inner thighs taking a moment to squeeze them and marvel at the amount of wetness seeping out of her. Leaning in he flicked his tongue against the nub of flesh poking out from between her lips.
He smiled as Sara's whole body jerked in reaction. Using his thumbs he parted her lips to give him better access as he drove his tongue into her as far as he could causing her knees to clench against the sides of his head. Thrusting slowly a few times with his tongue he knew he couldn't wait any longer; he needed to be inside her.
Reluctantly removing his tongue from her sweetness he stood before her taking her in his arms and sharing her unique flavor with her. Deepening the kiss he moved them to the bed and lowered them both.
Side by side his left hand lazily played with her hair as his right glided across her now quivering stomach. Watching her body which was now glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration; he wondered how he came to deserve such a beautiful creature.
Rolling on top of her he paused as he was about to enter her; staring into her eyes he knew he never wanted to be without her.
He entered her slowly gazing down into her eyes. Their love making was a slow and passionate affair with most of the time spent watching each other closely. Gauging reactions to caresses and kisses. Seeing the passion each had for the other.
When the second orgasm crashed over Sara, Grissom let himself go, giving in to the passion and spilling into Sara.
Lying in Grissom's arms feeling his thumb caressing the skin between her elbow and wrist, Sara was in awe thinking of the love which he touched her with. She was finally starting to believe he wouldn't change his mind.
End
Battus philenor
