He Ain't Heavy…He's My Grissom

Chapter Six: Tonight's The Night

Ratings, Disclaimers and Summaries, Oh My: See Chapter 1

A/N: I know I promised a big Mac/Grissom scene in chapter six, but it's hot, I couldn't think of anything and the blank screen was taunting me. So I decided…On with the smut!

It was the evening of the banquet and Grissom was busy fussing with his bow tie. The past two days had been very interesting. Yesterday, Sara surprised him with a room service breakfast of melon and pineapple to help his system recover from the carb hangover he had gotten the night before at the Mazza's. Sara went to attend the funeral and give a eulogy for the man that had been like a father to her, and Grissom went and gave his keynote address, and spent the day teaching supervisors from other labs the basics of using bugs as a forensic tool. That night the group was treated to a private evening at the Museum of Natural History in Manhattan, and Grissom enjoyed having a chance to catch up with the head entomologist.

Sara had gotten home from the funeral very late last night and rather drained, and she and Grissom stayed up talking for a bit, which turned into some serious making out, something Grissom had not indulged in since he was in college. Sara had wanted their kissing and touching to progress into something more, but Grissom persuaded her to wait. He wanted their first time to be out of love, and not for comfort. He wanted their lovemaking to erase some of the many wrongs and hurts he had inflicted over the years due to his negligence. He wanted perfection. Grissom also wanted it tonight.

Sara came into the room, she had her hair up in a twist, with curls hanging around her face, and she had on a little makeup and a cerise dress that was simply stunning, although it seemed a little loose at first. However, Grissom understood the reason for the loose fit of the dress, when Sara turned around to have him finish zipping her up. Not being able to resist a peek, Grissom was barely able to resist the temptation to unzip the dress, lay Sara down on the nearest flat surface and take her. However, restraint was Grissom's middle name, so he zipped up the dress. He admired the way the cerise fabric crinkled and clung to her delicate curves and how the portrait neckline framed her elegant collarbones and shoulders. His favorite was the slit going up the side of her right leg that started at her ankle and ended high up, where he hoped to place his lips later that night.

Sara turned around with a knowing grin on her face, especially as she noticed Grissom shift his weight from one leg to the next. She knew that tonight would finally be the night that she could have the one thing that Grissom had yet to give her…his body.

"Do you need help with your tie, Gilbug", Sara purred, reaching out to help him.

Grissom kissed her slowly, until he felt his arousal stirring again. "Are you sure you want to go to the party? We could stay here?"

"Gilbert Aaron Grissom, we can't skip the party. You have to make a speech!" she shrieked.

Grissom snorted. "Well then, let's go. But we won't stay long."

Sara shivered with anticipation.

The banquet was in full swing. Sara put her handbag on the chair and began to circulate with Grissom, always aware of the presence of his hand on the small of her back.

After dinner, where Grissom and Sara always had a hand on the other's knee, Grissom made his speech, and Sara beamed with pride. He also presented the annual award for research in entomology to an excited college girl. Sara tried not to have a flash of jealousy, when the girl excitedly kissed Grissom on the cheek, but she couldn't help it and mentally shot the girl a death glare. Grissom picked up on that and began to tease her about it once he got back to the table.

"No one compares to you Sara. Do you want to dance?" He kissed her lightly on the lips and led her onto the floor for a cha-cha.

Sara was surprised that Grissom could dance. She had taken ballroom dance in college as a way to learn to be more social, but had not gone dancing in years.

"Is there nothing you can't do Grissom?" she murmured in his ear.

Grissom kissed her neck and whispered that she would learn exactly everything he could do tonight.

After the song was over, the president of the society asked to cut in. Grissom glowered a little, but was gracious enough to share Sara for a few moments. He decided to go to the bar for a drink and ran into Mac Taylor from the New York Crime Lab.

Mac smiled and put out his hand for Grissom to shake. "I enjoyed your lectures today. They were fascinating."

Grissom nodded. Mac continued, "I also hope you're not mad about the other day. I would never try to steal another person's CSI although, Sara is tempting."

Mac did not know the half about exactly how tempting Sara was.

"Thanks Mac. I appreciate you're not stealing my Sara away."

Mac nodded, and shook Grissom's hand and went of in search of his date, Stella.

Sara came back from the dance floor and gratefully took the glass of champagne that Grissom offered her.

Grissom kissed Sara, and motioned towards the door. She drained her flute of champagne and left the party in Grissom's wake.

During the elevator ride, they kissed passionately moving their hands feverishly over each other's bodies. When they got back to the suite, Grissom was pleased to see a magnum of Cristal in an ice bucket, and several candles lit, just as he had requested from the concierge earlier.

He motioned for Sara to sit on the couch and he rolling up his sleeves, walked into her room and returned with her body lotion and hair brush. He sat on the couch a little distance from Sara and motioned for her to put her feet up. He carefully removed each of her strappy cerise sandals, and using her jasmine and honeysuckle lotion, began massaging her feet. Sara purred with satisfaction as he ran his hands up her calves, over her knees and venturing into her lower thighs. He pulled Sara onto his lap and began kissing her again, enjoying the feel of her lips and the taste of champagne and passion in her mouth. He listened to her groan into his mouth for each kiss, and steeled himself to hold back for a few more moments.

He motioned for Sara to sit on the ottoman in front of him. Sara turned and looked at her Grissom, glowing in the candlelight which picked up the silver glints in his hair. His tie was untied and his shirt was unbuttoned and him sitting there, with his sensual smile and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up exposing his strong forearms caused Sara to shudder as she sat down.

Gently, Grissom began to remove each of the pins in her hair, trailing kisses on her neck as he did so. Then he took her hair brush, and oh so carefully, began to brush her hair until each strand shone like glass in the candle light. He pulled her out of the chair and began to unzip her dress, as he had been so eager to all night. As he slowly unzipped her dress with one hand, he traced his other hand over her breasts and stomach, slowly and deliberately. Sara was groaning. She had always imagined that Grissom would be good, but never fully imagined how his thoroughness would translate into pleasure.

Soon enough, Sara's dress fell to the floor. He turned her around so he could admire her beauty. In the candlelight, Sara shimmered with desire. Her red strapless bra was heaving under her panting, and when he noticed her panties, he almost climaxed right there. Grissom knelt down and admired the bikini panties with ties on the side. He kissed Sara on her stomach and began to trail to the hemline of her panties. "You gift wrapped yourself for me, how thoughtful." He stood up again, kissing his way up her body until he met with her hungry mouth.

"Griss, you are wearing too many clothes." Sara stood in front of Grissom and began to unbutton his shirt while kissing him passionately. After his shirt dropped to the floor, she began to work on the buckle of his pants. Soon Grissom was standing in front of her with his pulsing erection straining, his black boxer briefs.

"Mmmm, boxer briefs, my favorite." Sara put her fingers in the waistband to begin taking them down. Grissom gently took possession of her wrists.

He picked Sara up, and cradling her against his chest, brought her into his bedroom. The room was scented with candles, and a large bouquet of pink and cream roses. Sara exclaimed about their beauty, while Grissom retorted that no flower could be as beautiful as Sara was at that moment.

They began kissing again and fell on the bed. Grissom removed Sara's bra and began working his way to her breasts with his hot mouth. Sara loved the feeling of Grissom's beard against her collarbone, her chest and finally, he took one of her breasts into his mouth and licked and sucked on her breast as if it was his last meal. While he was doing that, his hand roamed down to her panties, which were growing damper with her desire by the second. He rubbed her through her panties and continued kissing and sucking her breasts, until she shuddered in orgasm. Sara smiled and leaned lazily on the bed to catch her breath, but Grissom was not one to rest. He moved lower onto the bed until he was level with her fine belly. He never broke eye contact with Sara as he deftly untied her bikini panties and she was naked in front of him, with her triangle and thighs shining with the juices of her orgasm.

Grissom gave Sara a smile, and began to kiss his way down her stomach to her center. He began to kiss her most sensitive areas, and soon due to his clever tongue and gentle kissing, licking and nipping sent Sara over the moon for the second time that evening.

Sara was satiated and ready to return the favor. She positioned Grissom on the bed and kissed and licked her way down to his hardness. She got him to arch his back and she gently pulled off his silky shorts. For a moment, she sat there stunned by Grissom's magnificent erection. She was glad that Grissom had gotten her so aroused, or she would have had serious doubts about her ability to accommodate him.

She began to kiss and lick his cock, and Grissom was soon groaning and bucking his hips under her careful, but firm lips and tongue. However, Grissom did not want to climax in Sara's mouth. At least not tonight. He reached next to the bed. Sara grabbed his hand. "Its ok, I use the pill, its safe." He pulled her up, laid her down next to him, and then kissing her all the while, lay down on top of her and carefully entered her.

Once she felt Grissom's full length in her, Sara moaned. His first tentative movements caused her to clench her muscles in orgasm. "God Grissom, you are a miracle in bed! Please don't stop!"

Grissom's response was to kiss her hungrily. Together they continued sharing kisses and caresses as Grissom slid deeply into her and out again in the eternal dance of love.

Moments after they started though, Grissom began to realize the first stirrings of his orgasm. Desperately trying to delay himself, he began to think of baseball. Then he heard his voice, "Baseball is a beautiful game" "Since when are you interested in beauty Grissom," "Since I met you." Grissom groaned. Maybe baseball wasn't such a good idea. He then decided to think of his cases solved, but even then he heard her voice in his head, "Tape me up, Sleep with me, Pin me down." Grissom groaned, and stopped moving.

"Gil, what's wrong?"

"Sara I don't want this to end yet, I'm trying to hold back a little."

Sara looked at him with a gaze both gentle and depraved.

"Griss, you have done enough holding back in the past 11 years to last us a lifetime. Let go, I want to feel you come inside me."

"I love you Sara. I always have."

"I love you too, Gil"

"I love it when you call me Gil." Grissom moaned.

Grissom began moving again and soon the only thing either of them could feel was the pulsing and throbbing of his cock as his orgasm poured into her.

Afterwards, they lay together, as Grissom softened against her. He stayed inside her though enjoying the feeling of her whole body relax. Soon however, he was ready again.

All too soon it was morning, and Grissom and Sara managed to make love again before it was time to leave for JFK and return to Vegas. Sara was comfortable and felt safe for the first time in a long time.

After they settled into their seats in first class, Grissom handed Sara a copy of Applied Psychodynamics in Forensic Science. There was an article about the effects of the effects of altitude on sexual enjoyment and euphoria. Sara gave Grissom a sly smile.

"I read this article years ago Grissom".

Grissom matched the slyness of her smile.

"Well Minnie, I think their research might have been a little faulty."

Sara grinned. The man was insatiable. Thank God.

Sara got up out of her seat and motioned for Grissom to let her by. As she got into the aisle, she whispered into his ear. "Give me two minutes, and then follow me."

Grissom watched her ass as she headed to the lavatory, almost breathless with anticipation.

FIN

A/N: Well thanks for sticking with this story, and the glorious reviews. Six seems to be my lucky number for chapters so I will stop there.

In the next few days the third and final part "David's Wedding" will start posting. The gang will find out about the GSR.