Chapter 81

Pin Me

Gil's cell phone began to ring in a persistent almost crazy way the moment he and Sara had gotten into Sara's car. He'd glanced at the phone momentarily to see that was Catherine calling. He gave a laugh, and switched the phone off, "Catherine," he said to Sara.

Sara smirked, "she's gonna be pissed…" she said in a singsong.

"Right now…ugh, I don't think I really care," he admitted.

"Maybe we should head back," Sara suggested, she toyed with the idea of putting on her seatbelt for a few moments, she hadn't even put the key in the ignition yet.

"No…bad idea," he responded, "besides, now that we're gone, we've probably increased her chances."

"You sure you don't want to go back?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, but the corners of her mouth were twitching as she tried to hide a playful smirk.

"I'm pretty sure," he sucked in a breath.

Sara leaned across the car to kiss his cheek, he turned swiftly and caught her in a full kiss. It took all the restraint in the world to not let that kiss go further, he wasn't even sure he'd be able to wait until they got to his house. Had he perhaps been twenty five years younger, he'd probably have no qualms about taking her right there in the parking at the back of the bar.

Knowing my luck, Catherine would catch us in the act, Gil thought with a slight smirk of his own playing around his lips after he'd ended the kiss. Sara started the car, and soon they were on their way.

There was barely a word uttered between them during the journey, but the interior of the car seemed was filled with the electric energy between them. When she pulled her car down the driveway in front of his house – parking just behind his car – Gil felt he couldn't wait a minute sooner.

Excitedly, he removed his seatbelt and climbed out, made sure the door at his side was locked before searching for his house keys. Sara locked the car, and stepped up behind him, sliding her arms through his and hugging him from behind as he fumbled with the keys in the lock for a moment.

The door swung inwards and they stepped in. Sara shut the door behind herself, only just barely having had the chance to turn around before Gil's mouth was pressed up against hers and she was pushed up against the door.

The house phone started ringing. Gil's lips broke from Sara and he looked over his shoulder down the small hallway.

"Ignore it," Sara took put a hand on each side of his face and turned his head so he'd face her again, she kissed him fervently, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Gil pushed desperately up against her, breaking the kiss for a moment to let out a small gasp of pleasure, "Cath is going to be so pissed," he responded. Somehow, this knowledge seemed to add a sense of danger to the situation, and it was an incredible turn on more than Gil had imagined it would be.

Sara gave a muffled laugh as she kissed his jaw and neck, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

"Where'd you want to…?" he trailed off in an excited sigh, never needing to finish the thought.

"Living room."

"Works for me," he mumbled, walking backwards, pulling her along with him sharing a series of short excited kisses with her. "Couch?"

Sara didn't even hesitate with her response. "Wall."

"Hmm?" he asked, he slid his hands up the back of her top to caress the back strap of the satin bra she was wearing, he kissed along her jaw, letting his tongue caress her hot flesh.

"Wall," she said again, pushing him towards the nearest wall and then spinning them around so he'd be facing it, and her.

Gil grabbed the edges of her top and slipped it over her head, he kissed her deeply once again, and let his fingers caress the purple satin that held her breasts. He trailed kisses down her chin and throat, cupping the satin clad mounds gently in his hands.

"Pin me."

"Excuse me," he broke away from her, eyes wide in wonderment. His hands left her completely and hung at his sides as he stood staring at her.

"You heard," Sara remarked, a devilish smirk played about her lips. She had undone the final button of his shirt and she pushed it down his shoulders, it hung at his elbows now, she began to work on his pants.

"I don't think I heard right," he confessed, his heart was jumping in his chest with nervous excitement, south of his belt, his body was twitching from what she'd said.

Sara leaned close to whisper the words against his ear, her breath hot and delicious, "pin…me…here…against the wall."

He shuddered at the words, remembering the time he'd pinned her arms down on the bed and having accidentally bruised her. He was afraid of accidentally doing the same thing again.

Sara kicked off her shoes, then stepped back so that her back was pressed right against the wall, she held her arms up above her head, crossing them at the wrist. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to do as she'd asked. "Do it."

Gil stepped towards her, realizing he only needed one hand to be able to successfully pin her wrists against the wall, he reached out his left hand, shaking. "What's the word, Sara?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

"The safeword. You remember it, don't you?"

"Yes," she nodded.

"Remind me," he pleaded. He knew fine what it was, but he had to be sure that she knew – that she remembered.

"Toast."

He curled his fingers around her wrists, her wrists were slim enough to almost get one hand around both, he pressed them against the wall, "hurt?" he asked.

She shook her head, and tilted her head, leaned forward and pecked her lips against his as if to reassure him.

Gil took in a deep excited breath, he was terrified and aroused all at once, and somewhat enjoying this mix of emotions. He unbuttoned her pants, and slid the zipped down slow, watching the expression on her face as he did so.

The phone was ringing again, he tried to push all thoughts of it out of his head as he used his free hand to slide Sara's pants down her hips, they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them, keeping her eyes on his face the whole time.

The answering machine kicked in, he heard his own voice advising to leave a message, and then Catherine's sharp voice.

"Grissom, where the hell are you! You turned off your cell phone, and you're not answering your house phone…you just disappeared! Is this some kind of sick joke!"

Gil ignored the rest of the message as Catherine prattled on angrily. He focused all his attention Sara for that moment, he kissed her hard, perhaps harder than he'd ever kissed her before, and he reached between her legs to stroke her over the satin underwear that matched that marvelous bra he'd also fallen in love with.

Sara moaned into his mouth and he broke the kiss to hear her, shivering with delight at this. She kissed his bare shoulder as he began to work in removing her underwear. He could hear her excited breath, feel her excited pulse on his lips as he kissed her neck.

All that was left on her was the bra, and he fought with himself whether to remove it or not, it looked so spectacular on her after all. Knowing it would have taken much longer to remove it one handed, he opted to leave it on. He tugged the right cup to free one breast and he bent down to kiss her there as he worked one handed at removing his own pants whilst he clumsily kicked off his shoes.

Sara moaned again as his tongue caressed her already hardened nipple, and she squirmed, as if she was trying to break free. Instinctively, Gil pressed her wrists harder to the wall to restrain her better, hoping to god he wasn't leaving any bruises in his fervor.

Sara gasped, "that's it…"

He kicked off his pants, wasn't able to do much about the shirt – which was still dangling from his elbows – unless he let go, and right now, that didn't necessary.

Sara let her head rest back against the wall, her eyes remained closed, her chest rising and falling fast in excitement.

Gil slid his fingers between her legs, pulling her nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue against it, she squirmed more and it was driving him absolutely crazy with desire when she did so.

Sara moaned his name and a string of swear words, which normally under any other circumstances might have been a turn off, but somehow, only added to Gil's arousal all the more until he was so hard it hurt.

He couldn't wait any longer, he hitched her leg up onto his hip and he moved up to kiss her mouth again. He tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth, listened to her growl of frustration as he stopped touching her. He led himself to her, shifted and thrust up into her.

"Oh god…" she moaned, shuddering in ecstasy as he began to move against her, Gil could tell from her body language that she was already on the brink.

He found it amusing that being pinned seemed to stoke her more than making love in the bedroom did. He filed this knowledge away in his head for later use.

Sara cried out, "harder," much to his surprise, and he complied, desperately trying to fight the build up that would lead to his own climax. He hitched her up slightly higher, he felt her rise as she hooked her foot up onto a nearby end table so that she was completely elevated and pressed up against the wall.

"Harder," she moaned out again, the fingers on her pinned hands twitched and curled, her moans were louder, unbelievably loud, and Gil knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. He forced himself harder, praying somewhere in the back of his now savage mind that he wasn't hurting her.

She came around him, the tiny vice like grips of her orgasm was what finished him off. "Oh fuck…" he whispered, his whole body tensed to the point every muscle felt a taut pain and then the release of the pleasure came, and his body relaxed against her.

Sara then gave a loud gasp, "oh my god!"

Gil blinked and looked at her, her eyes were gazing across his shoulder, she looked absolutely horrified.

Gil braced himself, still remaining joined with Sara, he looked over his shoulder to see Warrick Brown and Catherine Willows standing with awestruck – or was it horrorstruck? - expressions on their faces to see Gil Grissom standing wearing nothing but a shirt and Sara pinned to the wall in nothing but a bra.

Oh, shit.

Sorry, I couldn't help but not write this, the thought of Cath and Warrick just walking in on Grissom having mad sex with Sara against a wall just cracked me up. And we already know Catherine would walk into his house without being invited, so it seemed to fit, haha.

I'm giggling like mad, ah, I should really get more sleep.

I know this chapter is late, I've also been working on something else which is at the moment in the process of being beta-d and creatively overhauled by the lovely Wishing on the Moon, ;)

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