Rating: M (especially this chapter)
Sweet Anger Chapter Four
Sara though her head was going to explode. She was still fighting off the hang over from the previous night, and her new case was going nowhere fast. It wasn't a good combination, and it was starting to really piss her off.
After taking a shower and a few aspirin, she tried to make herself comfortable in the not so spectacular hotel room the county was paying for. She hoped that Nick, Greg, Macy and Grissom were just as uncomfortable.
Grissom. She couldn't help herself…It seemed like things were really starting to settle between them. Things were back to normal: they could stand to be in each other's presences and tell jokes. Things were much better than okay.
After tossing and turning for over an hour, Sara got up and turned the TV on. There wasn't anything on, not that she cared. She just wanted it on for the noise.
A soft knock at the door startled her out of her thought. She opened the door a few inches and held back a strong curse.
"Grissom?"
"Greg snores. I need to get some sleep."
"Come in. I, ughm, I-"
He gave her a puzzled look.
"There's only one bed."
"Well, the last time I checked, we were both adults. Is that really a problem?"
"I just-"
"Sara, we're just sleeping together."
Sara turned towards him, her eyes dark and unreadable.
"Did you just say what I think you said?"
Her look was questioning and serious. Maybe it was that or the slight flush of her cheeks, but he leaned toward her and planted a kiss on her startled, parted lips.
It was barely a kiss. It was soft and tender and too quick to be considered a kiss.
Her fingers rose to her mouth.
"What was that for?"
"I don't…I mean I…"
"Well isn't that fascinating"
Son of a bitch, she thought as she retreated to the bathroom. After stripping off her long sleeve t-shirt, she splashed cold water on her face.
I can't believe him!
"You can't stay in her forever," she said softly to herself. "Just get it over with."
The room was dark, except for a few strains of light coming from between the curtains. She was planning on crawling into bed and going to sleep as quickly as possible.
Keeping the light off didn't probe to be her smartest idea when her foot made contact with the ottoman. She let out an involuntary curse before almost falling.
That was close. She then realized that Grissom had caught her around the waist to catch her fall. She hadn't even heard him. Her hand clutched his arm.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a husky tone close to her ear.
She turned towards him, her hand still on his arm.
"I'm fine. Thanks," she answered back, and he didn't know if he believed her.
His arm loosened around her, but he didn't let her go.
"Well, well."
His hand slid from her waist to the small of her back. She closed her eyes at the contact. I should pull back. This is a mistake. A really stupid mistake. A mistake worth waiting five years for. Her frustration started to rise.
"Grissom-"
"Sshh."
Now he was pissing her off. Don't let him get to you, Sidle.
Grissom glanced down at the small black tank top she wore. His thumbs brushed the thin straps at her shoulders.
"You took your shirt off."
"It's hot in here."
"I hadn't noticed."
Big surprise.
"I'm really tired, Grissom. Let's get some sleep."
"Okay." He didn't move.
She could feel his eyes on her. She was almost certain they were going to burn a hole through her. She looked over his shoulder at the bed.
His lids were lowered over his blue eyes as he gazed down at her.
"Let's go to bed, Sara."
She took a step back from him so she wouldn't have to strain to look at him. "To sleep."
He followed. "Yeah, to sleep. Eventually."
"I really am tired," she said softly, taking another step back.
Again he followed. "It's been a long day."
Her knees hit the edge of the double bed. "The case isn't-"
"You don't want to talk about the case any more than I do, Sara."
Suddenly, moving away from the bed seemed like a very good idea to her. She moved towards the bathroom, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.
"Is something wrong Sara?"
She turned towards him, her back to the bathroom door.
"Not at all."
Grissom planted a hand on the bathroom door, right beside her shoulder.
"You're a bad liar, Sara."
He lowered his mouth to hers and said, "Is this what you want?"
She was in shock. She couldn't move. She could barely breathe. Don't give in, her mind screamed.
She turned her face away from him and took in a deep breath.
He gently placed his fingers under her chin and turned her back to face him.
"Yes or no. That's all I need. If you say no, I'll stop. We'll crawl into bed and go to sleep. If you say yes…."
"Then what?"
"Then we'll go to bed. It's your call."
Her hands came up and rested on his chest. She could feel his heart beating strongly. Her fingers made fists into his shirt.
"Okay."
"Yes or no?"
"Yes."
He kissed her again, just a gently press of his lips on hers that sent delicious shivers down her spine. She opened her mouth beneath his and he slanted his mouth to delve in deeper. His tongue touched hers. Warm and wet and completely breath taking.
He pulled back and looked at her. "Sara," he whispered, burying his face in her neck. He slid his open mouth to the side of her throat.
"Gris-"
He pulled her up on her toes. "What?" he asked in an incredibly sexy tone.
"Please-"
"Sshh. Just relax."
He coaxed her leg around his waist as his mouth sucked at the hollow of her throat.
"Do you know how long I've wanted you Sara?"
The question took her by surprise. She nodded.
"Too long, Sara. If you don't want this, stop me now."
"I don't-"
He grabbed her other thigh and lifted her up the wall until her legs wrapped around him. His heated gaze met hers and he pushed his hips hard against her.
"I can't stop, Sara. Not now. Not ever. I can't believe you're here. But now that you are….I can't think of anything but getting inside you. Deep. Where you're hot and wet and want me as much as I want you."
He kissed her as if he never meant to stop. Before Sara knew what hit her, she was flat on her back on the bed. Grissom was tugging gently at her pants.
She reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down on her. He tightened the embrace and molded her body to his. Taking her face between his hands, he asked, "Are you sure?"
She gave him a mischievous smile and reached down to his belt buckle. It felt like things were going in slow motion. After pulling the belt from it's loops, she reached for the zipper, pulling it down at an agonizing speed, a satisfied grin on her face as she watched him.
Breathing rapidly and whispering sweet nonsensical things, he rained kisses down her throat and the V of her collarbone. His hands caressed her bare thighs momentarily before removing her thin silk panties. He trailed his fingertips in a light path from her navel to her thighs. His mouth was hot against her skin as he found out what made Sara moan and sigh his name.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going down," he said as he kissed both thighs.
She would have complained…she wanted him now, now, now. But then his glorious mouth found her and all thoughts left her. There was a silent storm raging through her. Close, close, close.
"Gil, please-"
He entered her in one smooth plunge, the tip of his erection hitting her cervix. She cried out in pain and pleasure, not sure which was more intense.
"God, I'm sorry, Sara. I'll make it better, I promise"
He pulled out and pushed back in at a much slower pace. Her pain was long gone. All she could feel was Grissom and she thought she might actually die.
Now. Now. Now.
His name was a soft whisper on her lips. He could feel her tighten around him. He knew she was close, and so was he.
"Are you close?"
"Yes…are you?"
"That doesn't matter."
"Smart man."
He quickened the pace, almost positive that he couldn't hold out much longer. Suddenly, Sara's legs clamped around him, and she bit his shoulder. Hard. She arched her back as he erupted within her.
When Sara woke up the next morning, she was relieved to see that Grissom had stayed. She thought that he would do a 180 and freak out. He was still sleeping when she snuggled in closer to him. She wondered what this new situation would bring. Things had definitely changed.