Title: A Different Perspective
Author: Battus philenor
Disclaimer: I just checked to make sure; CSI is still not mine.
A/N: This is a companion piece to A Moment. It's not necessary to read A Moment, but why on earth wouldn't you?
Sitting in the break room Sara found herself with too little time before shift to do anything productive. Grabbing a forensic magazine somebody had left lying on the table she figured she re-read the article on the acceptance of plant DNA in the courtroom.
Sitting cross legged on the couch, she felt Grissom start to enter the room. Angry with his consistently inconsistent behavior, she decided to feign interest in the old magazine instead of bothering to acknowledge his presence.
Curious as to why he didn't move through the doorway she struggled against the compulsion to look and see what he was doing. Hope stirred uncontrollably again as she realized he had to be watching her. Upset with her inability to control those feelings, she was comforted in the fact that she could at least make this equally as hard on him.
Swinging her leg to try and hold his gaze she plotted her next move. Thinking most men found nothing sexier than a finger being licked seductively; she put aside her aversion to saliva and slowly brought her fingers to her mouth. Fighting the feeling of disgust she did her best to take her time and tease him properly, but hoped it could be passed off as page turning preparation.
She brought her hand back to the magazine to flip the page with a feeling of triumph as she actually heard his large intake of breath. Deciding to take this a little further, she laid the magazine in her lap, resting her hand on her thigh.
She began slowly stroking the material at the seam on the side of her leg; using her middle finger she followed the stitching from mid-thigh to knee. She swore she could hear him lick his lips in response.
Turning things up a few degrees, she brought her other hand up to nonchalantly tuck her hair behind one ear. With the veil of hair removed from in front of her face and feeling his eyes on her lips; she wet and pinched them up slightly into a small pout. She was happy in her choice of a darker shade of lip stick, knowing how full it made her lips look against her pale skin.
Tipping her head to the side she exposed her long neck to him. Having received compliments on that particular feature in the past she was quite confident in the reaction it would garner.
A grunt snapped her out of her performance as Catherine had run directly into the captivated and immobile Grissom. Looking up she saw his eyes dart away from her as he turned around evidently in embarrassment, and any hope that was flourishing a moment ago was quickly destroyed by his reaction.
Even before Catherine started chastising him for lurking in the doorway he seemed to be getting smaller, folding in on himself as if wanting to disappear altogether. Any joy Sara had received from his previous attention was suddenly gone.
His inability to allow either one of them to enjoy their mutual attraction tore at her. Her chest ached as she wondered how she had lost him once again, but sadness quickly departed as the irony of losing someone you never had left her feeling only empty.
End
Battus philenor