Title: Lay down The Heart
Summary: It's not what you think.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!
Rating: R
" Oh God, Sara"
Grissom breathed heavily into her hair. He inhaled her scent. A soft hint of sweat and lavender invaded his nose. Grissom poised himself between her legs and slowly entered her. Hot, slick folds meet his throbbing cock as buried himself deep into her. She softly began to moan.
" Fuck, Sara"
Grissom unhurriedly began to rock his hips back and forth, shoving himself in and out of her. He needed this. He needed her. She began to moan more. Grissom delicately kissed the sides of her neck. She pulled away.
" Fuck me harder" her tiny voice rang through the dark room.
Grissom quickly increased his speed. He felt the warm fluids running down both their legs onto the white sheets. She began to wail with the increased speed. Reaching up, she clawed Grissom's shoulder.
" SARA" he howled into the darkness
He felt his cock tighten. He was going to come, but he wanted her to come first. Ladies first and all. Her walls suddenly tightened around his cock.
" Oh God"
Grissom felt her walls suddenly quiver and a flood of sticky liquid ran down his leg. Grissom rapidly released into his condom. He pulled out of her and climbed off of her. Standing at the foot of the bed, Grissom wiped the sweat from his brow. After disposing of the condom, he quickly pulled on his pants and cast a glance at the women on the bed. Wrapping her red hair up in a bun, she, too, began to dress.
" How much to I own you?" Grissom asked, fishing out his wallet.
" For you, Mr. Scientist, fifty"
Grissom threw the bills on the bed and proceeded to the door. Walking to his car, he shook his head. 'What the hell was I thinking? That hooker could never be Sara in a million years.' Unlocking his car door, Grissom climbed in. Looking at himself in the rearview mirror, he suddenly felt nauseous. Glancing around the street, Grissom checked to see if any one was around. Starting the engine, he slowly drove home. Tonight's' events trailed through his mind. The past few months, he could keep Sara of his mind. Endless times, he found himself in his shower with his cock his hand. He now knew what he wanted. Expressing his feelings has become harder then ever. Tonight, his night off, he wanted something physical. Pulling into his parking space at his townhouse, he felt empty. No, he would express his feelings to her. He would not send another night in the arms of a streetwalker.
The end