Dominion of the Butterfly

Chapter 3

Grissom's Townhouse

Grissom slipped on his black silk kimono and padded towards the kitchen. Reaching into a cabinet, he pulled out a small onyx colored glass container. Filling a pot with water on the stove, he impatiently waited for it to boil before placing the glass jar in the water to warm up. In this jar was Sin. Sin was a special chocolate sauce given to him by Madame Toni of Toni's Maison du Chocolat. It was there that Grissom had started buying his chocolate covered grasshoppers when he first arrived in Vegas. Toni had taken an interest in the young scientist and took him under her wing, teaching him about the making of fine chocolate, and the many erotic uses for the rich dark liquid. Sin was one of her most popular concoctions. It was $100 dollars for a 2oz bottle, but worth every cent. He slowly warmed the bottle up as he thought of the spelling game Toni had taught him with the chocolate. He hoped that the beautiful woman in his bedroom would also appreciate the results of Toni's careful tutelage.

He took the warm bottle back to the room with the brush and was greeted with a sight that almost made him drop the bottle. There was Sara lying naked in bed, running her hands over her body, smiling at him, waiting for him. Sara stood up and walked to Grissom wordlessly. Grissom took her hand and sat her down on the bed. He placed the jar on the nightstand, and began dipping the brush into it, tracing words on Sara's back. He asked Sara to guess what he had written. "Kiss me?" Sara being brilliant was correct and was rewarded with a kiss. Then Grissom slowly licked the chocolate sauce off of Sara's back sending shivers through her spine. Sara then took the jar and began writing on Grissom's leg. Grissom told Sara that drawing an arrow was cheating. Sara laughed and began to lick the chocolate sauce off of Grissom's leg, not stopping until she reached his erection and began bringing him to life with a vengeance. The two of them began making love again, and after their climax, Sara took Grissom and rolled him onto his back. She took the jar of chocolate sauce and began writing on his back. Grissom frowned as he realized that Sara was doing calligraphy. Damn that woman! Finally he tried to guess. Each guess was unsuccessful and Sara continued laughing. Finally he reached up and kissed her, putting his hands in her hair. Breaking the kiss, he noticed that his chest was wet, when he looked down he saw blood, startled he jumped away from Sara, and noticed that her neck was bleeding. He ran to the mirror to look at his back and saw the words…TOO LATE…written on it in chocolate. In a panic he looked towards the bathroom and saw Lurie in his scrubs laughing and asking, "Tell me Grissom are you still here?"

Grissom woke with a start, his heart and head pounding. He could tell he was going to need his migraine meds and the evening had not even started. The evening when Sara would have her first meeting with Dr. Lurie.

The Dominion

Lady Heather sat with Sara in her make-up chair preparing her for the upcoming evening. Despite Sara's best efforts to remain calm, she was nervous, which made her quieter than usual. Lady Heather brushed Sara's hair lost in her own thoughts. It wasn't her attraction to Sara that puzzled her. Lady Heather always considered sexuality to be a fluid thing and that at some times in her life she was attracted to a certain man, other times to a certain woman. But with Sara it was different. She felt lustful and protective at the same time. She wanted Sara to know all of her, body, heart and mind, and yet wanted to protect Sara from her. If Grissom was a fraction as confused as Lady Heather felt herself to be, then she understood his issues with the lovely brunette. She began softly brushing powder on Sara's face and then painted lip gloss on her lips. Staring at Sara's mouth Lady Heather felt the carnal and the maternal fight within her, and finally the maternal won. She spun Sara around to see the results of her handy-work in the mirror. "Well baby doll, what do you think?" Lady Heather was initially perplexed at how baby doll came out of her mouth around Sara. She was not usually an endearment person, not having used the term since her own daughter hit puberty. But with Sara the name seemed right.

Sara looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked very good. Normally she would not have sat still for a makeover unless comatose or having been on the losing end of a bet, but for some reason she listened to Lady Heather. Sara was not one to take orders, but somehow for her, following the instructions of Lady Heather seemed natural. She chalked it up to Lady Heather's professional skills, ignoring pull she felt towards the woman, and got up to try to get herself into the 'naughty nurse' get-up. It took several minutes and was very uncomfortable. Sara stood in front of the mirror and did not know whether to feel sexy or amused. Sara was in white Manolo Blahnick's and very sheer white thigh high's with seams down the back. The skirt both hugged and barely covered Sara's toned ass. The miracle/wonder bra lived up to its title as it created cleavage Sara did not know existed, which was enhanced by Lady Heather's very careful brushing of bronzer. As Sara finished dressing, there was a knock on the door and the manservant informed them that Dr. Lurie was waiting.

Lady Heather gave Sara a hug and kiss on the forehead and calling her 'Debbie' wished her luck. Sara squared her shoulders and went into the observation room. She knew she was ready. She had read Debbie's journals and had a firm understanding of the woman and her loneliness. Sara was all too well acquainted with the feeling of having no one, and while Debbie tried to drown her loneliness and self loathing in other men, Sara had chosen work, and occasionally alcohol.

Sara walked up to Dr. Lurie, initially unsure of how to start. Luckily, Dr. Lurie started for her. "Debbie, I missed you." And with that he tried to draw her into an embrace. As was Sara's natural instinct she backed away. Dr. Lurie looked confused, "Debbie, I know that things did not go so well at our last meeting, but why are you being so cold?"

Didn't go so well! Sara's mind screamed. You slit my throat and cut my boyfriend into tiny pieces. If that is 'didn't go so well', I'd hate to see what a 'disastrous' date would be. However, Sara smiled a tiny smile, and reaching into the reserves she used as a child to hide and stay mute and oblivious to pain, she looked up at Lurie and said, "Dr. Lurie, you hurt me last time." Once again Dr. Lurie looked puzzled. "Debbie, why so formal, it's Vincent. And what do you mean; I hurt you, Debbie you left me. Why did you leave me?"

Sara began to sweat in her exquisitely uncomfortable push up bra. She knew that this had been the trigger for the others. She looked at Lurie and noticed his grey curling hair and quizzical expression and it reminded her of Grissom and the reasons she had begun to give up on the 'us' that they constantly seemed to dance towards. Why was she giving up? Sara looked at Lurie and her answer surprised even her. "Vincent, I left you before you could leave me. I could not take the heartbreak of losing you for good, so I gave up."

Lurie was almost in tears at that statement. "Debbie I would never leave you. I love you."

Sara was getting into this. "You say you won't leave me, but how do I really know? How can I be sure you won't meet someone who is more professional, more polished, smarter, closer to your age, someone who is more your equal. Even if you don't meet that person, how do I know that in a few years, when I am not young, and I am not fresh, that you wouldn't tire of me and replace me with a younger version. Someone who hasn't grown soft with bearing your children or tired from waiting up for you at night or waiting for you to break out of the private world of your brain?"

This answer floored Lurie and left him speechless. It also floored the two people in the observation room, Lady Heather and Catherine. Both women did not get to where they were based on looks alone and they both knew who Sara was really speaking to when she spoke to Lurie.

Lady Heather turned to Catherine. "So do you think our girl will get a confession out of him tonight?"

Catherine smiled, "I hope not. If Grissom saw this tape, it might kill him."

Lady Heather smirked, "Maybe that would be good for him."

Catherine shot back. "It might be good for you, for entertainment value, but those of us who work with them would not want to be there for the fallout. We are all exhausted from the drama Grissom and Sara bring to the lab."

Lady Heather coolly regarded Catherine. "Is it everyone, or just you being upset they steal your spotlight?"

Catherine spat back, "It is not that. It's just tiring. I don't know which of them angers me more, Grissom for being Grissom or Sara for tolerating it."

Lady Heather shook her head, "You puzzle me Catherine. You give off a strong maternal vibe, that of a mother lioness protecting her cubs, but your most vulnerable cub, the one most in need of the mother figure is left to fend for herself. Why is that?"

Catherine turned to leave. Lady Heather put a hand on her arm and said, "Wait. It looks like they are finishing up."

Sara sat on the settee in the observation room and took off her shoes, with Dr. Lurie behind her rubbing her shoulders. "Debbie, I want to be with you again."

Sara turned to Lurie. "Vincent, I am not ready."

Dr. Lurie began to flush. "How could you not be ready? We slept together before our first date."

Sara blushed. While she cursed her blush, men found it irresistible. Dr. Lurie was one of them. "Vincent, sleeping together so soon was a mistake, a pleasurable one, but still wrong. If this is going to work, we need to have complete trust. I need you to woo me."

Lurie smiled, "Woo you?"

"Yes woo me. I am sure you can figure it out. Sara sat up and began to rub her feet. Dr Lurie looked concerned. "Do your feet hurt darling?"

Sara smiled, maybe she could charm her way into something more comfortable than this ridiculous outfit. "Terribly. I am really more of a flats and pajamas kind of girl."

Lurie smiled and kissed her on the head. "Well then next time wear pajamas. I want you to be comfortable. I have surgery all day tomorrow. May I see you the day after?

Sara smiled. "Of course you may." Lurie kissed Sara on the hand, and left the room.

Sara breathed a deep sigh of relief and began taking off the bra though the shirt of her dress. Part of her was glad that he believed she was Debbie, while part of her was terrified since that meant he was not a lucid person. She hoped that whatever surgery was being done was not very delicate.

She couldn't believe what she had confessed to Lurie. She was thankful that Grissom was not in the room and that Lurie did not confess. It was one thing to expose herself to Lady Heather, but another for Grissom to know her deep insecurities when it came to him, or how close she had come to giving up entirely.

Sara smiled as she exited the room. The stage was set, and she knew that it would be only a matter of time before Lurie confessed.

TBC

A/N: This chapter was challenging. For the person who had the valid critique about LH using 'baby doll' I hope I cleared that up with this chapter.

As always reviews are welcome.

I will hopefully post the next chapter soon. Do you all really think that Grissom is not going to hear anything about tonight? Mwahahahahaha!