"Yeah, Friday!!" Sara shouted to no one in particular as she fished her purse out of her locker
It was Friday morning and shift was over. Not wanting to waste any time, she packed her bags the previous evening so that she and Jim could leave right from work. With a spring in her step and a bag over her shoulder, Sara walked down the hall to Jim's office and knocked on the door. Snapping his head up, Jim smiled when he saw that it was Sara and not someone else. Gesturing vibrantly, he motioned for her to come in.
"Hey, man, you ready for 3 days of uninterrupted fun in the woods of Nevada?" she asked
"Yeah, just let me finish this up and we'll be out of here like Mercury on Crystal Meth." he replied
Sara took the seat opposite Jim's desk and made herself comfortable. She was very confident in her get-away planning abilities and that she and Jim would, no doubt, have a stellar time. She had reserved the largest most inviting room that the lodge had available, even though it was called "The Honeymoon Suite". Now, she knew that there was only one very large bed in the suite, but she and Jim had shared a bed before and that time was the best sleep she had gotten in recent memory. If things did not work out, there was always the pullout bed in the living area, but Sara didn't even want to entertain thoughts of sleeping on the couch. Jim was a gentleman and she felt safe in the knowledge that he would continue to be a gentleman throughout the weekend.
So deep in thought was she, that she didn't even hear the knock at Jim's door. In fact, she was so deep in thought, that she didn't even notice Grissom sitting in the chair next to her. She snapped out of her mental trip through Utopia when she heard his voice.
"Sara, Earth to Sara." Gil said
"Huh, what?" she said
"Where were you right now?" he asked
"Uh, nowhere. What makes you ask?"
"Well, you had that far off look on your face."
Jim, seeing the conflict on Sara's face, interceded.
"She was thinking about a joke I told her." he offered
"Really, what was it?" Gil asked
"What's silent and smells like worms?" Jim replied
Thinking about it for a minute, Grissom came up empty. He shrugged his shoulders and Jim gave the answer.
"Bird farts." Jim commented
"Well, that's a different one." Grissom stated
Not wanting to make a liar out of Jim, Sara laughed her best fake laugh. This drew attention from Grissom who had not bothered to laugh at Jim's childish joke, but Sara continued to laugh, despite the looks from Jim and his mouthing, "Faker". Turning a bit red around the ears, Sara stood and cleared her throat.
"Well, I'm gonna head home. See you boys later." she said, exiting the room
Just as she exited Jim's office, she stood where Grissom could not see her and looked at Jim. Sara tapped her watch so that Jim could see her do it and before walking down the hall, she pursed her lips and placed a kiss on the glass wall of Jim's office. Seeing this, Jim blushed and tried not to look obvious. Grissom took notice of Jim's sudden rush of colour and commented.
"So, what've you got planned for this weekend? I noticed that both you and Sara have Sunday off."
Not wanting to spill the details, of which he really had no idea, so he couldn't spill much,
Jim made something up that wasn't so far from the truth.
"Oh, you know, just 3 days of uninterrupted rest and relaxation. Its been a very crazy week."
he stated
"That's good, you need a break. I wish I could take 3 days off." Gil replied
"Well, technically, its only 1 day that I'm taking off' the other 2 days are my down days." Jim offered
Standing up and turning to the door, Grissom turned to Jim and smiled.
"Well, you be sure not to have too much fun."
Sitting in her truck in the parking lot, Sara fished out her cell phone and dialed Jim's cell. While it rang, she could not help but smile as thoughts of the coming weekend flashed across her mind's eye. Brief visions of large pine trees and the beautiful waters of Lake Tahoe as well as quiet evenings with a roaring fire in the fireplace as she and Jim sat side by side and listened to music, r played board games, cards or some other such activity.
Sitting behind his desk, silently wondering when Grissom was going to leave, Jim jumped when his cell went off. Hastily fishing through his blaze pocket, he flipped it open and addressed the caller.
"Jim Brass." he answered
"Jim, this is Sara. Is he still running at the mouth?" she asked
"Yeah." he replied
"Ok, repeat after me." Sara said
"Ok." he said "Really? She's ready? Ok, tell her I'm on my way." Sara said
"Really? She's ready? Ok, tell her I'm on my way." Jim repeated
"If he asks who has come in, say that it was a friend from San Fransisco. That way, you're really not lying." she directed
"Ok, I'm leaving now." Jim stated
Having heard this, Gil took it as his cue to take his leave, but not before asking who the guest was. Jim replied that it was, in fact, a friend from San Fransisco and that he needed to leave post haste. In a series of very fast, but deliberate movements, Jim gathered his belongings and made for the door to his office. Gil followed him down the hall and when they came upon his office, Gil left Jim with good wishes for the weekend.
Looking over his shoulder as he left the building, Jim made his way to Sara where she was waiting for him in her truck. When he approached her, she appeared to be dozing, so, in normal Brass fashion, Jim tapped fast and hard on the driver's side window and watched in giddy joy, as Sara jumped out of her skin and shot him a dirty look. Giving him the evil eye, she rolled down her window and sneered at Jim.
"You want I should follow you home so you can dump your car?" she offered
"Yeah, my bags are by the door and my mind is already gone, for what it's worth." Jim replied
"Ok. See you there." she said
Just before Jim turned away to walk to his car, he caught Sara pressing her lips to her window,
yet again. He turned back to her and with a smirk and a raised brow, commented.
"You know, you keep doing that and you're gonna get yourself in trouble."
Just as quickly as he had spoken, he turned back and headed for his car, not hearing Sara's response to his comment that came in the form of, "Yeah, we'll see."
It was now around noon and they had left the city around 10:00hrs. The estimated time of their arrival was to be around 13:00hrs and they were making very good time, as Sara had a lead foot. Jim still had no idea, for sure, where they were headed, but as he leaned back in his seat and just looked at the passing scenery, he, out of the corner of his eye, noticed Sara's hand resting comfortably on the arm rest between the driver's and passenger's seats. Her skin was so pale and beautiful,. he diverted his attention from the sand and mountains to gaze upon Sara's milky soft digits.
Sara had turned up the radio which was currently playing a selection of Blue Oyster Cult, The Eagles and The Moody Blues. Humming to herself and keeping her eyes on the road, her attention was caught by an aggressive driver that had just cut her off. Without thinking and out of habit, Sara extended her hand across Jim's stomach as she hi the breaks. The truck halted and the tires skidded as Jim sat bolt upright in his seat, looking around him.
"What the hell was that?" he asked in short tones
"Some Monkey Spank cut us off." she replied
"Just let him be an ass. Its not worth dying over. Who knows, he might be packing." Jim commented
At Jim's words, Sara eased up a bit and returned her hand to the armrest. In an attempt to comfort her, Jim reached over and laced their fingers together. They sat like this for a few moments and when Jim went to remove his hand from its current position, Sara squeezed slightly, indicating that she liked his hand right where it was. Truth be told, Jim was glad for the contact. You see, over the last week since Sara's nightmares, Jim's sleep had been disrupted by various dreams involving he and Sara. They ranged from the purely platonic and innocent to the incredibly sensual and mindblowingly sexual; the previous night's dream as an example. Jim dreamed that he was at home, watching a hockey game, minding his own business when Sara entered the den, dressed only in one of his cast off dress shirts and nothing else. She approached him and very seductively sashayed over to him and his lap, which had, at this point, developed a serious bulge. Making herself very comfy and running her fingernails lightly through the hair at the base of his skull, she leaned over and whispered into his ear.
"You know, I've always found you very hot, Jim. Do you know what you do to me?" she said
Speechless and totally dumbfounded as to how she even got into his house in the first place, all Jim could do was simply nod the affirmative. Lord knows that Jim tried his damnedest to keep his attention focused on the game, but Sara's actions were rather distracting. Finally, Jim gave up and gave in to his desires.
Turning his head so that he was facing her, Jim placed a hand on her cheek and drew her in for a kiss, which was small and slight at first, but within a very short period of time, escalated to a heated, passionate tonsil tickling. Tasting her and the sweet aroma of the way she smelled, Jim was caught up in the moment. Before he knew it, he was standing up and Sara was seated atop his desk, legs spread apart, with Jim standing between them. As he kissed her about the mouth, neck and clavicle, he could feel the heat coming from her, within. Not wanting to be over eager, but at the same time, not wanting to hesitate too long, Jim slowly moved his right hand from her neck, down her front, past her breast bone and towards her abdomen. When he had gone far down enough, he rested his hand on her hip and squeezed as Sara, with her free hand, began to unbuckle his belt and shed him of his clothing. Jim took this as a good thing and was even more pleased when Sara placed her hand on top of his and guided it to her crotch.
Jim's pants hit the floor and his shirt was flung from his shoulders by the time that he entered Sara. Slowly and gently, he eased himself into her and was rewarded with a discernable gasp and moan from her as his head passed through her slick tunnel. Jim watched as she flung her head back and her hair flew about over her shoulders and neck. Never in a million years did Jim Brass ever think that he would know someone as beautiful and smart as Sara Sidle, but actually know her in the carnal sense. Overcome by a flood of emotions; love, lust, respect, reverence, shock, awe and lastly, but certainly not leastly, kinship, Jim was with her every step of the way. You see, Jim had always felt a sort of connection with Sara, but not until now, did he know why the connection was there. They, both of them, were solitary creatures, by nature, as well as uncommonly intelligent, empathetic, understanding and they both loved to laugh and have a good time as much as they liked to curl up with a good book and just kick back and relax.
In Sara, Jim saw the other half to his incomplete self, she was the yin, to his yang,; she was his other self.
Having this revelation, Jim gazed at Sara, who was in obvious ecstasy, and realized that she was the one; the only one that he ever really and truly connected with. Her pleas for harder and faster motion did not fall on deaf ears. Jim thrust harder as Sara moaned in pleasure and flung her head from left to right. He could feel her tighten around his rock solid, throbbing member, and as she came and called out his name for, what seemed, all the world to hear, Jim climaxed, himself and as his legs threatened to cut out on him, he thrust until every fibre of his being was shouting at him to relent.
These were the sort of dreams that Jim had been having for the last week. At first, Jim saw them as unwelcome, but as the week drew on and time passed, he found himself looking forward to bedtime and to the visions that would keep him company during his slumber. Sara, on the other hand, had had no ill dreams visit her in the last week, in fact, she had been having some very easing and comforting dreams, most of which involved Jim in some fashion or another. For example, a dream from a few nights ago.
Sara sat on her couch reading the dictionary/thesaurus, when she heard a sound coming from the back of her apartment. Whipping her head around to see who it was, Sara saw Jim dressed in faded blue jeans, white v-neck t-shirt and flip flops, coming toward her, morning paper in hand. Plopping himself down next to her and leaning over to place a kiss on her cheek, Jim grinned and sighed.
"You are so beautiful. Have I ever told you that?" he asked
Sara said nothing, but smiled instead. Sara flipped through the morning paper and fished out the business section to see how her stocks were doing, while Jim went right for the sports page and the scores from the previous night. Since there was a lockout within the NHL, Jim resigned himself to the Basketball and Football scores. He grumbled as he saw that the New Jersey Nets had lost their game against the L.A. Lakers, but was overjoyed by the win of the Denver Broncos over the Washington Redskins, as usual, as well as the win by the Navy Midshipman over Army 28-14. At this, Jim jumped up and scooped Sara in his arms and spun her around in circles. Jim, unbeknownst to others at the lab, was a closet Navy fan, and I mean in a big, big way.
Stopping at a roadside produce stand, Jim and Sara got out to stretch their tired and stiff limbs. As Sara stepped out of the truck, her knees cracked as did her back. Hearing this from his side of the truck, Jim stated that he was going to drive the rest of the way. To this, Sara did not argue, she was actually glad to hear it, as she was quite tired and wanted to catch a few winks while she still could.
They wandered through the rows of fresh grown, hand picked vegetables and they settled on some baby carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, and cherry tomatoes. While standing in line at the register, Jim spied some fruit salad containing kiwi fruit, grapes, cantaloupe, honeydew melon as well as watermelon. Being that it was the last container of it and that he really wanted something sweet, Jim jumped on it and when Sara gave him an odd look about his pouncing on the fruit, he simply shrugged and stated that it had been some time since he'd had kiwi fruit. Knowing full well that it was a load of BS, Sara just sighed and took the plastic container from him and waited her turn in line. Standing by Sara's side, Jim noticed a grocery store across the street.
"I'm gonna run over there. Can you meet me?" he asked
"Yeah, whatcha getting?" Sara inquired
"Its a surprise." Jim stated as he pecked her on the cheek and ran across the street
Inside the store, Jim had only one thing on his mind, and as he picked up an Igloo cooler and a 7lb bag of ice, he made his way to the frozen foods section for his quarry; Godiva Dark Chocolate Ice Cream. Jim didn't know as much about Sara as he would have liked to, but if there was one thing he did know it was that she loved her simple pleasures, and this ice cream was one of them. He had noticed the container in the staff fridge enough times and the hard to miss, "Sara's Ice Cream, You Touch, You Die" printed in marker on the lid was a dead give away.
Just as Jim stepped outside of the store, Sara pulled up and gave him a curious look as he placed the cooler in the back seat and climbed in the driver's seat; he had, after all, said he would drive the rest of the way. Back on the road and heading ever further from the harsh lights and seedy elements of Las Vegas, Sara glanced at the seat behind her and smirked.
"So, what's in the cooler, man?" she asked
"Well, open it and find out." Jim replied
Unbuckling her belt and reaching behind her, Sara pulled the cooler up front and as she lifted the lid, her eyes widened and she reached in and removed the contents. Gazing at the container the way Homer J. Simpson would a forbidden donut, Sara let out a low groan and then smiled. Jim could tell that his decision was a wise one, just by the look on her face.
Having no spoon, Sara dipped her finger in the ice cream and just as she was about to lick the frozen goodness from her digit, she looked over at Jim and gestured for him to suck it off.
With a curious look in his eyes and a flutter in his heart, Jim leaned his head forward a bit and took Sara's finger in his mouth and ever so slightly, he swirled his tongue around her finger tip to removed the chocolate ecstasy. Slowly and deliberately, Sara withdrew her finger tip from Jim's lips and dipped it again back into the ice cream, this time, licking it off herself. Out of the corner of his eye, Jim could see what Sara was doing and it made him crazy; she was sending so many signals, but he didn't to misread them, so he just kept to himself and decided that if anything was going to happen between them, he would let her make the firs move.
TBC?--