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RATING: M for MATURE! This is a change from the previous chapters, so please be prepared
Chapter 44
The fear had gripped his soul when he nearly stumbled over Elizabeth, as he made his way around the car, after helping Sara in (and stealing just one more kiss). His mind played over a thousand different nightmares in an instant, worrying over what she must be thinking of him. Gil was certain he must have been white as a sheet based on the reaction she had upon seeing him. But he was completely shocked by his next reaction; So what?
He made a polite excuse to her, saying that they had been called away and did not wish to disturb the party. Gil then asked if she would explain it to Stephanie and Thomas, with his apologies, as well as asking her for someone to make sure Catherine got home all right. She had assured him that it would all be just fine, and he should not worry about it. And to his great surprise, he was not worried in the slightest.
When they pulled away, Sara just sat there with a sideways smirk on her face. He kept looking over at her, trying to figure out what was going through her mind, while they started their journey. As they approached the edge of the drive and he was about to turn left to take them to the highway, Sara reached over and put her hand on his forearm, sending an electric shiver through his whole body. Damn! How does she do that?
"Where are you headed?" The look in her eyes melted his heart instantly.
In his slightly melty state, he was not quite sure where he was going, "I ah, well, to be-… I have no idea." They both giggled at his admission, but as was normally the case, she was the one to take the initiative.
"Well, if you don't mind the suggestion… Isn't your place just a few blocks away?" The implication of her tone stoked the fires in his soul, and made his heart all the more liquid. "I mean, if we'r-…"
"I know what you meant." He flipped the turn signal to the other direction and pushed the accelerator.
Before he had his epiphany earlier in the week, he would have been in the throes of panic and intense fear at what they were suggesting, but, in that moment, he was having trouble even touching that part of his psyche. It was almost as though every fiber of his being was calling out to him in concert, in order to tell him one thing: YES!
He only lived five blocks from his goddaughter and her fiancé, but they had become the five longest blocks of his entire life. He focused all of his energy on paying attention to the road, and not looking in the direction of the passenger seat. Not looking at her slender legs all the way up to the hem of her dress. Not noticing the way her dress changed colors in the light. Not paying any attention to the way it formed to her body perfectly, but was still loose enough to look delicate. Not once casting a glance on her bare shoulders where he would surely see the light dusting of freckles which accentuated her otherwise ivory complexion. Not gazing on her silhouetted profile, where he could see her shapely neck in the streetlights. Not… Who am I kidding? If we don't get to my house soon I'm going to wreck this car.
Never in his life had he ever been so happy to see the street sign on the end of his block. When he turned the corner, he chanced one more look at his passenger, hoping she had not noticed his discomfort while driving. When his eyes met hers, he saw the limitless possibilities this night was going to mean for the both of them, and he smiled. Not a smirk, or a crooked smile, but a full blown, toothy white smile. And she blushed, as though she was also seeing the things running through his mind at that very moment, and he truly felt she was never more beautiful, than when she was blushing.
As they pulled up in front of his townhouse and parked in his spot, something caught her eye, and she turned to him in a panic. He looked beside the car to see what had caused such a reaction and that was when he knew; Catherine's car was still here. She would know instantly, and he was going to have to deal with that, but more importantly, he was worried about the reaction of the woman seated beside him right then. He reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, and again the electricity of touching her surged through to his very core. He took a deep breath as she looked once more into his eyes. In those eyes, he saw fear, and it broke his heart, "Sara, it's okay."
"But wha-…"
"I don't care about that… Just you." The words came out so effortlessly that time, and he was not sure where they had come from, or why he was not so afraid any longer. He just knew that he could not bear to keep himself apart from her for another moment. Timing is everything.
He could tell his words had hit their mark, when he saw those unbelievably amazing lips of hers pursed into the quirky little grin he had admired for such a long time. He decided to take another risk and ask her a question, "Would you like to come inside?"
Her grin instantly changed into a sultry smile, "I thought you'd never ask." He wasted no time in questioning her further and leapt from the driver's seat, as he tried to make it to the other side of the car, before she attempted to exit. And he almost missed his chance to be the gentleman, as she had already opened the door and swung around in her seat, but he arrived just in time to take her hand and help her out of the car. When her feet made contact with the ground, she wobbled just a bit and he placed a steadying hand on the small of her back. The contact proved to be too much for him and he was forced by his baser instincts to pull her closer to him and wrap her up into a tight embrace as he lowered his mouth onto hers and claimed her lips in a desperately passionate kiss. As their lips met and mingled he felt like the entire universe had just opened up and swallowed them both into a void, in which nothing else existed outside of their own rapturous coil.
When the biting pain in his lungs forced him to release his grip on her mouth, his gasps for air were nearly as desperate as his kisses had been, and were it not for his arms wrapped tightly around her body, she might have fallen straight to the ground. He could feel the near full weight of her body in his arms and he was glad for it. Once enough oxygen had re-entered his brain, he was finally able to form rational thought again, and he spoke, "Sorry… I just-…" He stopped when she brought her hand up to lay a finger across his lips and then laid her head beside his on his shoulder. He decided that was a good sign.
They stood there like that, in each other's arms for what could have been an eternity, for all they knew, because time had suddenly lost all meaning to him and he was grateful for that. When she finally raised her head from his shoulder, he was thrilled to see the softness in her eyes. He took one hand from her body and brought it up to cup her chin before placing one more, tender kiss on her lips. She smiled under the touch of his lips to hers and then spoke, "We better not start that again… Not out here anyway." She tilted her head and pointed her nose towards the next house, "I think they've seen enough for one night, don't you?" His gaze quickly turned to the window of his neighbor's home and he glared at the person who quickly dropped the curtain they had been holding open. He was going to hear about that someday, but he just did not care. His entire life had been building up to this moment and he was not about to let some nosy neighbors ruin it for him. He held in his arms his entire future, and he was not letting go of it for anyone.
He held her to him tightly once more and then they turned to head inside, when his foot nudged something on the ground; her hand bag. Her gaze followed his, and upon seeing the bag, she tried to stifle a giggle. "Note to self: handbags and Grissom kisses are not a good combo."
Then it was his turn to blush, as he bent down to retrieve the bag for her, "I'll get you one with a strap for next time."
When he was standing upright again and handed her back the bag, she gave him a very suggestive look with her eyebrows, "Next time? Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?"
The left side of his mouth curled up into a devilish grin, "No ma'am… I just know what I want now." The lurid smile playing across her face as he led her to his door, caused his heart to skip a beat.
He reached into his pocket to retrieve his keys, and though he tried to do it all with one hand, he found that the door was not willing to cooperate with his plans, and he was forced to remove his other arm from around her back; albeit with great reluctance. As he struggled with the lock on his door, he suddenly sensed an urgency to get through the door when he felt her hands roam their way across his back, to lay purchase to his waist as they stopped moving. He looked behind him briefly and found her standing close to him, giving her silent (and very tactile) support for his haste. When he turned back to the door, he cursed himself for not having fixed the lock ahead of time. Damn thing has been sticking for weeks!
At last the door swung open and he turned to share his victory with her, but instead he found himself being pushed through the door by the object of his ardor and passion. They were soon locked in a fiery and lascivious exchange, so much so that he was having trouble differentiating between where one of them began and the other ended. Her mouth laid claim to his with all the fervor of six years of anticipation and he found that he was returning every envelopment with his own tempestuous abandon.
Suddenly gaining his balance once more, he leaned forward and encircled her with his arms. The force of which sent them careening into the opposite wall, and as they crossed the hall he was able to think with enough clarity that he slammed the door shut on their way. At some point his keys had fallen to the floor, because his foot had made contact with them, and they went sliding across the tiles. They managed to bump and teeter through the entryway and past the kitchen area, disturbing pictures, cases and furniture, all along the way, but not once did his mouth leave hers, as their lust grew into a frightening frenzy. They left in their wake various personal effects and articles of clothing. By the time they reached the living room, it looked as though a tornado had come through his home, but he was not paying it any mind. His one all consuming thought was her, and until he was certain that she was his completely, he would think of nothing else, even if it took a lifetime.
When he found himself pinned to the pillar in the center of his living room, his jacket had been discarded over the breakfast bar of the kitchen, his tie had been thrown onto one of his many bookcases, his shoes kicked off in different directions across the floor and his shirt was being violently ripped from its careful placement within his trousers. Throughout the entire experience, he was certain that their lips never left one another's. He also felt her presence on his body, as well as his on hers, during the whole tumultuous journey from his front door to the middle of his townhome. They had become two ravenous, lusty creatures and it would have taken an act of God to separate them, and even then, he was not sure it would have stopped them.
He was suddenly brought back into reality by the cool feel of the pillar on his bare back, as his shirt was ripped away. The icy sensation caused him to arch his back and it broke his mouth away from hers, just in time to allow the oxygen to once more fill his lungs with a gasp. When he returned his gaze upon the woman of his desire, he discovered a wanton creature in her stead, and the look in her eyes was enough to make him connect with his animal nature. Without warning, a low and rumbling growl escaped his throat and he took her into his arms to lay claim to her, body and soul. As his mouth descended upon hers with a ferocity he barely knew existed within him, he made her his, forever.
As he took the breath from her with his emblazoned display of passion, her legs became weak and she fell into his embrace. Feeling the weight of her in his arms, he simply scooped her up and began to make his way to the bedroom. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as her fingers became intertwined within his hair, but never once did their sweltering kisses cease. His mind so filled with deep and blazing passion, he nearly failed to turn to get them into the doorway, but at the last moment she grabbed the doorjamb and caused them to turn on her pivot.
When they reached the bed, he was almost tempted to throw her to it and ravage her with the effects of years of tortuous denial. But his own thoughts frightened him in that instant, and he drew in a desperately needed breath of air, as he carefully released his hold on her legs, and they came to rest on the floor, so that they were standing there, together. As he continued to draw in air he found that her lips were slowly making their way down his neck to his collarbone. They were hot against his bare skin, and they left behind moist circles, which sent shivers across his flesh, as the air would touch the evidence of her affections. With each touch of her lips to his flesh, his mind became more and more clouded with desire, but it practically exploded when her breath moved across his chest and he felt her tongue reach out to his nipple.
The desire was too much for him to contain any longer and he grabbed her by the arms and claimed her mouth again for his own. His hands began to roam across her back in search of some way to relieve her of her clothing. When his desperate attempts were proving futile, he felt her reaching around her back to pull his hands away. In his confusion, he looked into her eyes, but then she moved his hands to her shoulders and the straps of her dress. It took him only a moment to understand what she meant and when she returned her lips to his chest he slipped the straps down, one at a time, following their descent with his own kisses. His attention to her skin had her throwing her head back and he took advantage of the access to her throat. He began to make his way down the length of it with his mouth and as he progressed she fell back into his arms once more. That provided him with his first actual glimpse of the object which had plagued his dreams for so long; her naked form. His breath caught in his throat at first sight of her breasts, but his desire soon overpowered him and he found his lips reaching out to claim them for himself. His mind was consumed with the need to declare as much of her as he could, and everything else was gone. His entire world was held within his grasp, and he was not going to let anything stand in his way any longer.
The revelation had a profound impact on his psyche, and in an instant he had dropped to his knees and buried his face in her belly, clutching his arms around her waist. He was overcome with emotion and began to weep. The moment could have cost him everything, and he struggled to regain control of himself, for fear she would abandon him for his weakness. Instead, he felt her take hold of his head and stroke his hair, as she lowered herself to her knees. When she came face to face with him, he was unable to look up, embarrassed by his display, with the tears still wet on his cheeks. She took his face in her hands and held him up so that their eyes met, and when he stared into those rich brown eyes he found something he never expected to see; her love.
What he saw there caused his heart to swell, and though no words passed between them, he knew she felt everything he was feeling in that moment. Their lips met again, not with the ferocious passion that had been consuming them before, but with the gentleness of the deep and abiding love that was being shared between them.
When his lips finally left hers, he was trailing them down her neck, and then to her shoulders. He was trying to touch his lips to every single one of the delicate freckles he found on his journey across her precious skin. And while the long awaited sensation of his lips touching her flesh was sending him to new heights of pleasure, it was the feel of her fingers making their way over his chest and playfully teasing his nipples that was bringing his own arousal to his attention.
Without realizing it, a strange sound was escaping his throat. It was deep, and it was guttural, and he had no idea he could ever be capable of such a thing, but the moans were coming from deep inside his soul, and he had absolutely no control over them. Nor did he seem to have control over his own actions, because it was almost as though he were watching himself as he began to stand, taking her into his arms, as he made his return to his feet. She continued her attentions on him, as she placed tender kisses along his cheek and neck, and he returned them with the same tenderness.
He moved to the bed and kneeled down into the center, carefully laying her out on his , and kissing her lips as they descended. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and he felt a tremendous need to never part their bodies again, but he also wanted to demonstrate the full depth of his emotion for her, so he reached up to disentangle her arms. Instead, he held them over her head and exposed the entire length of her slender arms to his view. He traced his lips from the top at her delicate wrists all the way down with tiny kisses; alternating from one arm to the next and back again. When he reached her broad and beautiful shoulders once more, he shifted to her collarbone and that was when he became aware of her shallow and stuttered breathing.
Much to his surprise and delight, she was responding to his ministrations, and he continued on his sensual path of exploration. His own desire and arousal were increasing with each new discovery, and he was amazed by every little thing he was learning about her; every freckle, every mole, every tiny crease, and every curve of her body. His mind was putting each minute detail into his databank, but it was not prepared for his next experience. He continued his progress south, nipping and nibbling at every square centimeter of her speckled, ivory flesh until he reached her tender and supple breasts, and then he stopped.
His eyes beheld something that he had never dared to imagine they would be blessed enough to see. He might have continued to admire the soft curve of her breasts a while longer, but the sound of her whimper shook him from his trance and forced him to realize that she, too, was feeling the emptiness from their loss of contact, and he dove back into paradise. He made certain to give special care to the sensational creature beneath him, as he nipped and suckled at her right breast. He carefully traced, with his tongue, the dusky circle at the center and was rewarded with the perking of her nipple into an erect symbol of her arousal. He then turned his focus to the other breast, giving it the same loving attention, and he was delighted to see that she was continuing to be responsive to his caresses. This only fueled his desire to please her more, and he had gained the confidence he needed to continue his southward journey.
His mouth began to trail kisses down between her breasts and when he reached the outer line of her abdominal muscles he started tracing the line with his tongue causing her to arch her back into his face in waves. He moved his one arm to hold her behind her back so that they could be moving in concert with one another as he proceeded to make his way down each line of her well defined belly.
They were both rolling with the tide of their combined arousal and the flames of their desires were building into a raging inferno. When he thought he could no longer wait, he moved southward once more, determined to show this amazing beauty, this unbelievable woman, just how much he wanted her, just how much he loved her.
While he continued to nibble at her navel, his left hand moved down to her silken panties. He half expected her to stop him at the first tug, but instead he found her moving to give him better purchase to remove her final garment. When he had slipped them down to her thighs, she raised her right knee up and it allowed him to slide the panties off her left leg, and then it was only one swift movement before he was tossing them to the floor. And, as much as he wished to please her, he was unable to resist the temptation that her impossibly long leg was offering him as it was raised, so he began to stroke it with his left hand. That delicious experience was only whetting his appetite for more, and soon his mouth was trailing over her knee to her thigh.
As he explored her thigh with his tongue, his hand was doing some exploring of its own, and it was not until she had wiggled into his grasp, that he realized what he was doing. His fingers had found that most tender of places and were teasing at her flesh. Upon understanding that the moans he was now hearing were coming from the object of his desire, he lost interest in her legs, and moved to her center, once more. His fingers were quickly replaced by his mouth, and now his suckling found a new purpose, as she began to writhe with wild abandon at his careful ministrations.
Soon, her hands were gripping his head and he was not sure if she holding him there, or trying to get him to move, but the gyrations of her body into his face told him he was providing her with the pleasure he so desperately wished to give her. When he felt the waves of her ecstasy cascading over her body, his own arousal became heated and undeniable. He needed to feel her all around him and he needed it badly. It also appeared that she was having a similar feeling, because she was trying to pull him towards her. He needed no further prodding.
As he began to make the trek back to the Northern Territories, he became vaguely aware that something was holding him back; or more specifically, holding him down. He was still wearing his pants. He instantly sat up on his knees and began to claw at his belt, but his hands were quickly batted away when she leaned forward, kissed his belly and began to undo his belt and removed it from his trousers before it tossing onto the floor. When she returned her attention to his pants, he had already undone the fastener and the zipper, and she helped him to tug them down his legs. Before either of them made the next move, she looked up into his eyes, and he saw in them her unwavering desire.
That was too much for him, and he took her face into his hands and brought his mouth down onto her kiss swollen lips once more. The kiss instantly brought his desire for her back into a fevered pitch, but then he was acutely aware of another thing fueling the fires of his passion; her hands had already pulled his boxers away and began to stroke and caress him in ways he had never experienced before in his lifetime.
Unable to contain himself any longer, he moved to lay her back down onto the bed as he positioned himself to claim one last thing. Holding himself over her, he kissed at her neck once more, and then took a deep and reassuring breath. When he felt her hands on his hips, urging him to continue, he began his descent into Nirvana. She guided him the entire way, and when he was poised at the gate, he felt her body arching up to him. He held her to him closely, still kissing at her neck and shoulder, as she did to him, and then he slowly and carefully pushed his way through the gates of Heaven.
In that instant, as he felt himself being sheathed within her core, his mind exploded out into the universe of consciousness, and everything else fell away into nothingness. There was only him and her, and they were enjoined into a single entity, and he knew, without reservation or fear, that no matter the obstacle, no matter how difficult things might become for them, he would sacrifice anything and everything to remain with her.
He was brought back into the moment when she wrapped one of her long, luscious legs around him, urging him closer, deeper. With her arms grasping his neck and shoulders tightly, they began to move in a timeless rhythm, and he was feeling wave upon wave of absolute pleasure filling his mind, body, and soul. He had no idea how long they remained in the rocking of those waves, but he knew his body would no longer be able to sustain it. He could feel his climax building in him like a Mars rocket about to lift off, and it increased the pace of his thrusts with his desperation to bring her even one more moment of pleasure, before he reached his own pinnacle. When he felt Sara arch her back and clench tightly around him, he could hold back no longer, and he reached that mountain he had long desired.
When he felt every cubic centimeter of his energy being drained from his body, he nearly dropped his entire weight upon hers, but at the last moment, he tried to move away from her to fall onto the bed beside her. However, she was not having any of that, and she refused to release her grip on him, instead, bringing him down on top of her, to feel the full weight of him bear down on her, refusing to let them part. Understanding her need to remain connected, he chose instead to use that one last drop of strength he had left in his body to roll over onto his back, bringing her with him to rest on his chest, as they both fought to regain their breaths.
He fought to stay conscious, but the expending of so much physical, sexual, emotional and psychic energy had taken its toll on him, his eyes were barely open when he felt her giggle as the sound slowly pierced his exhausted mind. He opened one eye to look upon her face, and the smile he found there was drowsy and mischievous. When Sara saw he was paying attention, she began to speak, "You know what our problem is, Dr. Grissom? We think and talk too much." She kissed his chest where she was nuzzling, before she continued, "We're much better at this."
He watched her curl up in his arms and her eyes began to fall closed, as it was apparent that she too was exhausted from their coupling. And just before he drifted off into his own well-deserved slumber, he left her with a few words, "I think… It's safe to call me Gil now." As his consciousness withered away, he felt her soft laughter against his chest.
