Dare to Dream Pt III -
"When you dare to dream, dare to follow that dream, dare to suffer through the pain, sacrifice, self-doubts, and friction from the world, you will genuinely impress yourself." -Dr. Laura Schlessinger
Spoilers: As before.
Disclaimer: I don't own them and it seems that I never will. Darn it.
Rating – Upgraded to R.
(Re-uploaded to sort out some minor issues).
He leaned back in towards her, their lips meeting in a frenzied rush. Desire once restrained was now left seemingly unchecked. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist pulling him into her as closely as she could reasonably manage. Strong hands which had been cradling her face were making swift progress down her back, caressing the bare skin between the top of her jeans and her shirt. By now his deft fingers, were tracing unknown patterns on her lower back. Her skin felt almost on fire wherever he touched.
Sara could barely concentrate on this fact as she was still drowning in the sensations created by the mixture of his proximity, and her heightened senses. His warm hands were pushing beneath her shirt and she instinctively moved in closer to his body, wrapping her arms firmly around the back of his neck and breathing in deeply. Intoxicating herself with his scent. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed lazy circles around the back of his neck, mimicking his own movements on her back.
Sara had barely noticed anything about her surroundings until she found herself practically pinned against the kitchen wall, and couldn't help the grin that emerged at the situation. How many times had this kind of fantasy played out in her head? Too many to count; and so far it lived up to her expectations entirely.
This was the kind of loss of control she had always; dreamed of, where he would forget all the reasons that he had fabricated for why they couldn't be together. When he would cease to think, and simply feel, it was a novel concept for him to disengage his overactive brain even for a moment. Yet here that moment was, and she was not about to let is pass her by.
Sara pulled away a short distance, and steadily met Grissom's worried gaze. He stiffened noticeably, resting his hands lightly on her hips. "You know, this could be a whole lot more comfortable." Sara murmured quietly. The fear dropped from his gaze immediately, he smiled gently and raised an eyebrow. This gesture was returned with a quirked smile from the brunette in front of him.
"You are always right." He murmured into her ear, his warm breath fanning the side of her face.
Grissom backed away a little and grasped her wrist lightly guiding her towards the door. Sara followed meekly, she was quite happy to be submissive for the moment. Not that she thought for a moment it would last long at all. She couldn't help but respond to his encouragement. It was the ultimate motivation.
Upon re-entering his bedroom everything seemed to slow considerably, Grissom stopped and turned back to face her. He trailed a thumb over her bottom lip, gently tracing her features with his fingers. He lightly kissed the side of her neck and ran his fingers through her hair, the way he touched her was almost reverent. As if she were a delicate artifact he was attempting to examine, and preserve.
Her name escaped from his lips on a ragged breath. The quiet strength of the desire in his voice stirred her, touching something in her she feared had been lost many years before. She gazed into his eyes hoping to portray more in that simple act than her words ever could. She gave him her trust.
His hands slid down her back slipping beneath her shirt, pushing it up slowly and removing it, her fingers were presently performing a very similar task with equal efficiency on the buttons of his shirt. Her hands moved over his chest up to his shoulders sliding the shirt off them. Her hands stilled for a moment feeling the masculine strength in his stance, the pure heat that radiated from his skin. Her legs felt rather like jelly and she was not entirely sure how long she could remain upright without a little support.
She slowly unclasped the button of her jeans with shaking hands, and slid them down her legs, pushing them off and kicking them a few feet away. His eyes followed every one of her movements hungrily before he moved towards her encircling her waist with his hands and uniting their lips once more. Sara felt her legs hit the edge of the bed just a few moments later and let herself be pushed gently back against the mattress. Sara propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Grissom hastily divested himself of his slacks; taking in his obviously aroused body with barely veiled delight. Her eyes raked his body as she pushed herself up into a half sitting position, her tongue flicking out to wet her bottom lip slightly in anticipation.
He leaned over her stroking his hand over her shoulders and down her back undoing her bra as he went. Hooking his arm beneath her back he drew her towards him running one hand over her silky skin while using the other to support her back. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched. The delicacy of his hands running over her stomach with such reverence made her heart swell with the emotions she felt. Sara pressed both her hands flat to his chest pressing tantalizing kisses between them, and over his collarbones. He had subtly removed her underwear, and slipped a couple of fingers into her. Stroking and testing meticulously. He rained kisses over her chest caressing her liberally with his lips.
Her back arched slightly as she attempted to press herself even closer towards him.
Her muscles fluttered around his fingers as she gasped his name into his shoulder. A brief triumphant smile touched the corners of his mouth as he pulled his hand away.
Grissom pressed his mouth to hers in a sensuous caress trying to communicate all that he was feeling in every minute gesture. He pulled back to watch her, her eyes were closed and he watched the play of emotions across her face with rapt attention. Her mouth was very slightly open and her breathing shallow. Sara could feel his eyes on her as if by a sixth sense. A lovely shiver ran through her body. She had always expected it might be an uncomfortable experience, but his quiet scrutiny in itself was intensely intoxicating, and she barely thought about the awkwardness she would normally feel at such an intimate appraisal.
An involuntary groan escaped her lips as he thrust into her for the first time. As he built up a fairly steady rhythm she grasped vaguely at his shoulders. The exquisite feelings created quite overriding any sense of logic she may have maintained up to this point. She opened her eyes only to meet his blue-grey gaze as all the sensations condensed to a peak. It was akin to a meeting of like souls when she locked with his gaze, the depth of emotion she found there was more than she had ever imagined she would see, and it made the moment all the more special. He leaned down to brush his lips across her forehead before kissing her lips again.
He clutched at her trembling body, pulling her yet closer into him and spooning her against his body. Sara sighed contently rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand as it lay draped over her stomach. Yes, she smiled lazily; it was definitely worth the wait.
