Warning might be NC-17 in nature….language and acts

Chapter 32

At first Grissom thought it was one of his dreams, the dreams where Sara was back in his bed, all hands and long limbs underneath him, on top of him, kissing, licking and sucking.

It was her smell that tickled his consciousness. It was the smell that he caught whiffs of when they were in close proximity when she leaned over his shoulder to look at a case.

The smell of her was all around him and he was afraid to open his eyes. He spoke her name instead.

"Sara"

Sara didn't speak. She couldn't speak. She was back in Grissom's bed, with her hands on his body doing things that were familiar and so missed. Her fingers were under the sheet stroking him. His reaction was instant, her hand filled with the warmth of him.

He opened his eyes. Sara was straddling him. Her full breasts hovering just out of his reach, just above his lips, her mouth replaced her fingers and his voice called her named again. "Sara!"

"Yes Gil."

She licked. He shivered.

"What are you doing?"

Sara lifted her head just enough for the moonlight to show her features.

"What does it feel like I am doing?"

Another flick of her tongue and Gil felt some sensation that he could not readily identify but it made him want to pull his hair out by the roots.

Where does she learn this stuff?

Her mouth went back to doing its work, bringing him close to the edge then slowing the pace. When he could not stand it any more he pulled her up by her shoulders and moved over her in a quick succinct movement.

His hands wrapped themselves around her ankles and he spread her long legs apart. For a second he was transfixed by the sight of her, the dark curls, and the delicate folds. Gil had never understood why any woman wanted to dye it or cut or tamper with it in any way.

Sara watched him as he looked at her there. Gil loved her body. She had always known that but she had found it difficult to accept until tonight. She widened her legs.

Sara watched Gil as his face filled with passion and unmasked lust.

"What are you looking at?"

He cocked his head to one side, his eyes burning the soft flesh. "The most beautiful pussy in the word"

"You haven't seen them all." She lifted her hips slightly.

"I don't have to."

Dark curls met dark curls as he licked and nuzzled wet skin that was tinged with pink "Come for me Sara. Come so I can feel you and see you." His teeth caught her hard nub and her excitement ran down his face and into his beard.

His strong frame moved over her. He pressed himself to the cusp of her opening. One hand stroked the curve of her jaw. "I have missed you so much."

She moved her body up to meet him, kissing the crook of his neck.

They rocked back and forth trying to hold off the ecstasy. Grissom gritted his teeth as Sara tightened and contracted around him. When his body collapsed on hers he whispered into her dark mane. "Am I to heavy?"

She responded by tightening her legs around him.

Morning light peeked through the window. Grissom had just come from checking on Julian. Sara's nude body was above the covers, a bit of sheet covering her hips and mid section.

"What's he doing?"

"He did that one eye thing." Grissom shut one blue eye. "Leave me alone. I didn't call you, I'm not hungry and I don't need my diaper changed. Now go away."

His hand went to Sara's calf. The long muscles tensed under his touch. "Aw baby I bruised you." Grissom kissed the dark handprint on her leg.

Sara rolled over. "You like marking me don't you?"

Deceit reared its ugly head but Gil thought better of it. It's been so long since he's actually talked to Sara about anything that mattered. He had to relearn that honesty between them. "I do."

"Why?"

"The truth?"

She gave him her Grissom grin. "Of course"

"I suppose it's a way of warning off other men. If you are walking down the street and there's a hand print on your calf or a bruise on your neck they have to know that you belong to someone right?"

"So when you meet a single woman you look at them to see if they are marked?"

"You were the only one it ever mattered with."

She smiled sweetly. His hand traced the bottom of her lip. She took two fingers in her mouth and sucked gently. Gil closed his eyes and moaned. "If I had known that you could do the things you do to me I would have probably lost my job by now."

"So you just want me for my sexual prowess?" she chided lightly.

Grissom lay along the length of her and stroked the rise of her hip. "This is going to come out the wrong way."

"Okay." She took another set of fingers into her mouth. His groaned a raw hungry note that caused her belly to tremble.

"But I think that I was able to control myself because I always pictured you as very tame."

Sara cocked her head to one side and kissed him lightly. "So you didn't go out with me because you thought I was too tame?"

"No, I was only just able to resist you because I thought you might be a little prim, by the time we left Vegas I was this close to bending you over my desk. Sara if you had leaned over me one more time, you were fucked."

"See I never thought you would say something like that. I would have liked for you to bend me over your desk. I wanted you to do a lot of things to me." Her fingers created a pattern on his chest.

"Have I done them all?"

She pouted slightly. "I can't remember. This time I get to make the list." He kissed her mouth softly.

"Gil, why did you act like I didn't matter? You wouldn't go out to dinner with me. You ignored me half the time."

"I was embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Because you were the brave one, you were the one that had taken all the chances. You were the one that had finally said it out loud. I was supposed to be older and wiser. I was supposed to be the man. I was supposed to take the lead. I had thought of how to ask you out a million times. You know what kept running through my mind? I kept thinking that you can't go out on a date with her if she had to ask you out? She's 15 years younger than you and you can't even get enough nerve to ask her out?"

"I thought, well you know what I thought. Were you smelling my crotch that time I found you sleeping in your office?"

Gil laughed his robust laugh that he only laughed for Julian and Sara. "I thought I was very discrete."

"To someone else maybe, not to me. I thought that you were going to invite me in."

Gil kissed Sara's eyelids as they fluttered a bit. "Self preservation. I had seen the writing on the wall. I wanted to be completely sober the first time we were together"

His mouth lightly touched hers. "What if you had seen another man's mark on me?"

"I thought I did once, after the Macy case. It was right here." He touched the center of her neck.

"Is that why you didn't speak to me for three days."

"I spoke to you."

"Yes and No does not constitute speaking. You were awful. I couldn't figure out what I done this time. It was a misquote bite you know. You sir, should have known better."

"I figured that out after I saw Nick's hand and Warrick's face, that's when I knew I was loosing it. I couldn't tell an insect bite from a hickey."

"I never thought I could do anything to make you jealous."

"It was a constant state for me. Catherine said I was beginning to reek of it. Everyone else saw it. You remember those days I was out a couple of years ago right before Christmas?"

"Yes."

"I made myself sick thinking about you and Hank."

Sara's mouth opened and closed. "I still can't believe that you were jealous of minute Hank."

Another mirthful sound came from Grissom. "I didn't know that. He was young, he was handsome, and you called him "baby" at a crime scene."

Sara hand stroked his shoulder. "I prayed that you wouldn't find out about that."

"See you knew that you drove me crazy."

Her mouth relaxed as she thought about it. "Maybe on some primal level I knew. Sometimes I felt like you thought of me as your property, like during the strangler case. How did you find out I called Hank baby?"

"I think Catherine was in my office five minutes after it happened."

She watched as his mouth became serious. "Can I ask you something, well a few something's?"

He watched her eyes mirror his seriousness. "Of course you can. You can ask me anything."

"How many times did you sleep with him?"

Sara took in the strong lines of his face. "Is it going to make you angry?"

"I won't get angry. I might be hurt though, like when you found out about Heather."

She nodded. "I slept with him four times."

"Was it all bad?"

She nodded again and tried to suppress a giggle. "He's a menace to the female form. He should come with a warning label. I can't believe he had the nerve to cheat on his fiancé. He should have been grateful that anyone would enter any kind of contractual agreement that required them to have sex with him.""Did he hurt you?"

"Maybe my ego but not my heart"

"Why did you go out with him?"

Her eyes took on their geisha pose. "I thought you didn't want me. I thought he was a nice guy. Everyone was trying to convince me that I had to get over you. I was just trying to move on with life."

Another kiss to her eyes. "There has never been one moment since I have met you that I didn't want you."

Sara didn't know why she had felt compelled to say her next words. "You really think I am good in bed?"

"I told you that you are the best I've ever had."

"I don't think I believed you. I think I thought you were just saying that to humor me because you found me reading that book."

"You know I do things with you, there are things" The bed shifted under their weight as she watched as Gil kissed over one of her breasts. "You make me..." Gil spoke into her ear.

"I make you do what? What do I make you do baby?"

Sara shifted her body close to his and breathed close to his mouth. "You make me shameless."

"I saw that with the leg thing earlier."

He leaned in to kiss her. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her head went back as he pressed her into the pillow. She stroked the nape of his neck. "God I love the taste of you."

He looked into her eyes as she spoke. "I do things with you that I would never do
with anyone else." Her eyes dropped to her geisha pose. "You are the only man I have ever had an orgasm with."

Gil moved his face so that he could feel her breath on his beard. "Sara" She kept talking.

"I want to make you happy. I want to please you. I want to take care of you. I want you to take care of me. It scares me. I was so scared when I found out about Julian. I didn't think I could do it without… without you." Tears filled the corners of her eyes.

One of Grissom's hands went around her waist. His cheek was pressed so close to hers that his beard was like needles against her skin. "You deserve so much better than me Sara. Why do you keep giving me chances? Why baby?"

It took her several minutes to find her voice, to form the words. "You're the one for me Gil."

If it was possible there bodies would inhabit the same space.

"Honey I shouldn't have left you to fend for you and Jules. It never occurred to me that I was doing the same thing that my father did." It was her turn to kiss his eyes as they filled with tears. He spoke with an even voice that did little to belie his pain.
"You didn't seem scared. I think you're the strongest woman I have ever known. You took care of him like I thought I couldn't."

Sara kissed him hard. "I just wanted you to take care of us."

He broke her assault. "Honey..." Something occurred to him. "You remember the first time I called you that?"

Sara remembered every significant word that Grissom had ever said to her, good or bad. "Yes." He took her hand and his lips traced the scar from the explosion.

"I never thought you wanted anyone to take care of you."

"You are the only person I ever trusted enough."

"How can you trust me?"

"Gil when Julian was finally born what did you do?"

There hands were clasped together now fingers over fingers mirroring their bodies, their legs over legs.

"The first night you came home you went to him. When I found out that you had been taking care of him at night I was so proud of you. You know that? When I told you that you couldn't see him anymore, I wanted you to fight for him. I wanted you to fight for us. I wanted you to say that you couldn't live without us that you wouldn't live without us."

"I can't you know."