Chapter 15
Sara pushed the door to her bedroom closed and tried to catch her breath. She typed manically on her phone
GRISS ACTING LIKE WE ARE REAL COUPLE
WHAT TO DO?
The response came swiftly
CARPE DIEM…DO YOU DRESS FOR DINNER?
Sara reached for the flyer detailing the week's activities.
IT SAYS SEMI-FORMAL
HAVE ANYTHING?
YEAH RIGHT
GO BUY SOMETHING TINY AND BLACK
Sara stared at the screen horrified. Another message popped up.
U THERE?
YES…TINY AND BLACK?
NO UNDERWEAR
ARE YOU ON CRACK?
SARA GRISS AND JILES ARE WORKING ON THE CASE…WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME
She had a point.
TTYL I HAVE TO GO SHOPPING
Grissom looked up as Sara entered the living room. He wondered what his pulse was. He had been in the company of Sara Sidle for nearly 3 full days. He was probably nearing stroke range.
"Hey" she said.
"Hey. I just got off the phone with Brass."
"Anything new?"
"They found Jarvis' ex fiancé Rebekah. She's a mom who lives in Cambridge England where she teaches the odd course at Cambridge and coaches several world class athletes. It seems that after she and Jarvis broke up her family brought her back to England, had her committed where she finally got some help. She sees her doctors and takes her meds religiously."
"Well there goes that lead."
"Yeah it was thin at best."
"This case is just a mass of false starters."
Grissom eyed the purse on Sara's shoulder. "Going out?"
Sara avoided eye contact. "Yeah dinner tonight says semi formal and I didn't bring anything with me. I didn't think we were going to go anywhere this nice."
"I think Brass had something to do with it. I just got a call from Warrick and wherever they are Catherine just bought a fur for their evening out."
"They have scattered us to the ends of the earth.'
"It would seem so. You know that we don't have to go if you don't want to. "
Sara spoke quickly. "It will be fun. I like the Sinises."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No I'll be fine. See you later."
Sara returned an hour before dinner time. She was relieved to see that Grissom had left the living room. As she moved down the hall, she saw that his door was closed and she could hear the shower running.
Her phone had a camera and she had taken Leigh on a virtual shopping trip. There were several small boutiques near the community. They had a nice selection as they were used to outfitting condo guest for occasions such as this.
The dress they had agreed on was indeed tiny and black. It was made from an airy material. The skirt was several thin layers that got progressively longer with each layer. The dress stopped about her knees and was backless except for thin straps that crisscrossed across the back. The bodice was the most conservative portion of her purchase with its quick dip that showed a bit of cleavage.
While she had been out Leigh had insisted that she pick up several other pieces that could be worn on the more formal evenings of their stay.
Her phone shook a bit.
WE WILL BE SAYING A PRAYER FOR YOU AND YOUR GRISSOM.
Me too.
Grissom sat nervously in the living room. He had on the black suit that Catherine said made him look hot. He had been extra careful with his hair and trimmed his beard.
This is not a date. Then what is it? We are playing a part. Don't make a fool of yourself Gil. You have rejected this woman over and over again. She still cares about you as a friend.
His internal dialogue was stopped by Sara's entrance. Later Gil would be surprised he hadn't passed out.
She stood on the threshold of the living room. Gil saw her feet first. Her toes were polished a deep red and she was poised on a pair of black high heeled sandals.
Her legs were bare and smooth. They gleamed with some unknown substance. Then there was the dress. The dress danced around Sara's curves giving the viewer hints of what lay underneath.
She had kept her make-up and hair simple, following Leigh's advice that she should not straighten her hair and it fell loose around her shoulders. She wore a simple red lipstick, a bit of powder and mascara.
Expectantly Sara watched Grissom's face, especially his eyes. Either he was very pleased with her attire or very displeased. When he spoke, she found out which.
"Sara you look…" He licked his lips. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I didn't think it was possible for you to be more beautiful."
He was standing now. He was standing very close to her.
If we don't leave now we'll never leave. I will have her out of that dress and in my bed. Move.
Grissom extended his arm. "This way Mrs. Stewart."
Grissom's arm returned to it's location at breakfast. He was giddy with the thought that he could touch openly and he found every opportunity to do so. His hands almost never left her body, soft words were exchanged over the meal and eventually Grissom's hand drifted to the nape of her neck where he kneaded and massaged the tender skin.
Elaina smiled at the couple and whispered to her husband. "I'll bet the boys' tuition that they make a baby tonight."
After dessert a jazz combo set up and guests began to dance. Grissom stood and reached for Sara's hand. "Dance?"
Sara smiled and followed him to the dance floor. Grissom was light on his feet. Sara's and his body fitted together like a glove.
"Gil"
"Yes Sara" His breath was hot against her face.
"What are you doing?" There was a challenge in her voice.
He pulled her closer and she could feel him hard against her. Her head went back a bit as he kissed her hard on the mouth. "What are you doing?" His hand hovered just above the swell of her hip. His eyes traced a pattern across her face as his fingers moved down the length of her skirt. He knew that she was naked underneath her dress.
Heat seized her body. His face was so close that his beard was sure to leave a burn. She didn't care. They had almost stopped moving.
Grissom voice came to her ear again. He had made his decision. "Sara I am going to sign for dinner. That should give you at least a five minute head start. If you don't want to be in my bed tonight I suggest that you make yourself scarce because if I find it in anywhere in that condominium I am going to have you in my bed now and every night we're here."
Gil had started his undressing the minute he left the dining room. His tie was slung over one shoulder and he frantically unbuttoned his shirt as he walked off the elevator to their door. He went to turn his key in the lock but the knob was snatched from his hand. Sara's tendril like fingers pulled his head down and into the darkness of the entranceway. Her hands pulled and tugged at his pants, stroking him though the material as she unzipped him. The sharp slam of the door seemed miles away.
Sara still wore her dress and Gil tugged impatiently at the ties. His voice was a deep growl. "Why do you still have this on?" The dress fell to the floor.
She freed him from his pants. In one swift movement she had him in her mouth. The speed and eroticism of the action nearly knocked him off his feet. She was rewarded with a deep moan that may have been her name.
When he was close to the edge he pulled her up and lifted her off her feet. She wasn't sure how they found his bedroom. She was only conscious of him, the maleness of his smell, his chest against hers, and the strength of his hands as they stroked the inside of her thigh which was slick with her excitement.
Two fingers found her entrance and she burrowed her lips into the hollow of his throat.
"Oh Gil…I want you inside of me. Please."
She guided him into her. They were both certain that they wouldn't be able to last long. Gil clinched and gritted his teeth as he studied her face's contours change with her passion. Sara's orgasm shot through them both and he came an instant after she did.
The last think she remembered before she fell asleep were Grissom's words low in his throat. "That's right love. Get some sleep. You are going to need it."