"Where…umm…where did you get that?"
"The box."
"That's…that's what's been in the box?!"
"Do you like it?"
"Like is not strong enough of a word."
"Oh? What word would you use?"
Grissom walked slowly towards her as if each step had the potential to spook her away. He flicked one of his wrists and couldn't help but run his thumb over the tips of his fingers while his eyes processed every inch of her frame. He had gotten used to seeing Sara naked, enough that he wasn't usually at risk of dropping glasses when he did. And he was even used to the occasional naughty nighty or a special matched set that she knew would drive him a little crazier than others. But this…this was special. The two piece lingerie set was mostly comprised of black sheer mesh. The light tone of Sara's skin peering out beneath it. The straps that wrapped over her shoulder and around her hips were dangerously thin. But what intrigued him the most were the two butterfly-shaped patterns. One embroidered between her breasts and the other just below her belly button. The delicately detailed wings of the top butterfly were spread across her nipples and he couldn't decide which to focus on. And the bottom butterfly…that one…the wings that stretched out along her hips felt like a guide of where his hands belonged. The tail end of the specimen disappearing between her thighs, making him crave for the knowledge of where it led to on the other side. Leave it to Sara to give him a hard on staring at a butterfly.
"I uhhh…I'd say…"
Grissom stood at the bottom of the stairs with one foot up on the first step towards her. He leaned to his side to glance at her back but Sara leaned back to her side keeping it hidden from him. His still dropped-jaw curled into a smile as he licked his lips and bit the inside of his lower cheek and took another step up the stairs. His hands hesitated as they stretched out to trace the stitching across her chest, his touch delicate and light.
"I have no words, Sara."
"That's a first…"
To know she left him speechless was what she wanted. She smirked and watched his eyes. He had yet to look at hers. He was still mesmerized by what stood in front of him, and she didn't mind. She could tell by the bulge of his jeans that the garment would not be staying on long.
"…Well, I do have three for you…"
Grissom closed his mouth and looked up to her eyes, Sara was still standing a step above him and peered down into his eyes below.
"Don't. Rip. This."
His smile turned into a smirk as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him and hoisted her up as he stepped up the last step. He carried her into the bedroom and hooked his foot around the door to close it behind them. They stood at the edge of the bed, where Sara ran her hands up his sides pulling his sweater up over his head. The curls of his hair flopped into a mess and Sara ran her hand through them to straighten it out. Grissom couldn't help but close his eyes. He loved it when her hands were in his hair.
He leaned towards her till their lips met and he was kissing her again. Sara turned him around so that his legs were to the edge of the bed. She pushed gently against him until he sat down. Grissom leaned back when Sara brought her hands to the button and zipper of his pants and pulled them open. She pulled him from his briefs and held him in her hand, teasing him for a moment before she lowered her lips around him. Her hands were firmly on his hips while his were busy gripping the bed behind him, desperate to keep him from bucking. Sara grabbed at his jeans and pulled them down his legs, her hands grazing over his quads as they flexed under her touch. She stood in front of him and stared at his naked form at the edge of the bed waiting for her. Grissom leaned forward to pull at the strap of her lower garment, but she slapped his hand playfully. Grissom's mouth dropped open and his eyes shot up to hers.
"Oh no, I don't think so."
Sara shimmied seductively out of the lower butterfly and giggled a little when she saw the grin on Grissom's face. He was enjoying this more than she thought he would. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him and she lowered herself to straddle his lap. His hands were quickly on her hips where the straps had been before. While kissing her, he gently unclasped the bra from the back and laid it gently on the floor. Sara watched him intently to make sure he was careful. He smiled at her lovingly and her smirk quickly turned into a genuine loving smile as they scooted up further onto the bed.
With the lustful shag against the fridge out of the way and the clothes already shed on the floor, there was nothing to do but enjoy and savor the moment as their skin heated one another's and their hands roamed where they pleased. For a moment they only kissed as their hands locked and Grissom rubbed his thumb on the inside of her palm. It wasn't long before the need for one another grew to a point it could no longer be ignored.
Sara was straddling Grissom leaning into his chest when she felt their bodies join as one. She rocked herself passionately into him while she kissed his lips and neck. Grissom's hands ran down her back and grasped at her hips pulling her to him with each thrust she pressed into. The hunger that grew in their kiss was matched in intensity by Sara's grinding thrusts. A moan escaped Grissom's lips when Sara would round her hips out. Sara leaned back, tightening her hips against him, her knees clenched against his ribs, willing him deeper. Her hands landed on his pecks and she was gripping as hard as she felt his hands on her backside… okay, maybe harder.
Grissom watched her as her bottom lip fell, her eyes closed, and her eyebrows arched, drifting away on a wave of ecstasy as she lowered herself on to him sharply one last time. Her fingers clenched at his flesh and he flinched at the erotic pain she inflected as he released himself to her. The sweat beaded off the side of his temple and rolled down his cheekbone while he caught his breath. Sara withered and lowered herself onto his chest, listening to his heart while it searched for a more sustainable rhythm. Grissom wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
"You never really answered my question."
"What question is that?"
"Where did you get that…outfit thing."
"Oh… why?"
"I was just curious what other collections they might have."
"Oh really? Looking for anything specific"
Grissom couldn't contain the flirtatious smile at the edge of his lips. Sara leaned up on her elbow to stare at him.
"No…not necessarily….I mean…"
"What?"
"Well…if they had anything…"
"Spit it out, Gil."
"I guess I'd be curious what they'd do with bees."
"Oh…"
"Oh? Oh what? They do?"
Sara smiled and kissed his lips before trailing along his beard till she found the rim of his ear and whispered.
"That would be in the red box."
FIN
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