DISCLAIMER: Don't own it... No money made... Just for fun and enjoyment.
SUMMARY: Sequel to Displacement. The CSI team and their recently hired coroner Stephanie are back to work solving cases, sharing companionship and generally making their way through the dire world of criminal investigation with humor and friendship... This one will show the development of the relationship between Grissom and Sara and there should be some other surprises down the road as well. Romance/Drama/Angst/Mature Situations
RATING: M for Mature - I'm starting this one out at "M", since we won't be waiting quite so long for the smut this time out ;) And especially applies to THIS chapter.
A/N: I have come to the conclusion that the more smut you write, the better it gets... I actually had to edit this one a little because I may have gone over the line. :O If this keeps up, I may have to move to another site with this story arch;) Also, I had an emergency pop up this weekend, so I decided to post this early, as apposed to not at all... Enjoy this one for the weekend. :D
REVIEWS: I am always looking for ways to improve my writing, and your reviews let me know if I am hitting my mark. Thank you in advance for the time you take to review this story.
Chapter 5
At around ten in the morning, she had finally succumbed to sleep, so when she stirred at a little after one in the afternoon and found that she was still alone in bed, Sara got up and went on a search and destroy mission. She had purposely waited up for him, since this was the start of their one shared day off, and she did not like wasting even a few minutes of it. During the work week, they had to maintain a professional distance, and they both decided to adjust their schedules so that they each had a day off to themselves. But on that shared day, Sara sometimes found it hard to get enough of him.
She was about to leave the bedroom, when she had a second thought, Maybe there was someone else out there. The last thing she needed was to walk out dressed in a teddy when Gil was having a heart to heart with Jim Brass or Catherine. So, she walked over to the chair on the opposite side of the room and slipped into her robe, before heading back for the door.
When her bare feet hit the stone tile floor, she was instantly chilled. One of these days I should get some slippers. That thought instantly brought out the image of Gil sitting on the living room couch with a book in front of him, dressed in his robe and slippers. It seemed silly, but the first time she had seen him like that, she truly felt at home in this place. Living together had been a frightening prospect for her, but the transition appeared to be working. Most of the time. They were both so fiercely independent that there were bound to be problems, but, so far, each one had been handled swiftly, and with a generous amount of makeup sex, things seemed to smooth over well.
After peeking in the bathroom to see that he had not fallen asleep in the tub again, she continued out into the living area to complete her mission. As soon as she swept her gaze across the room, her eyes stopped at the desk in the corner. There she found him, hunched over the computer. As she moved closer, she realized that he was actually asleep. His head was lolled slightly to the side and his mouth was hanging open. She had to stifle the giggles that were threatening to spring forth from her mouth at the sight of him.
Sara decided to take pity on him this time, and walked around the desk to turn him around in his chair. First, she carefully removed his glasses, folded them up and placed them on the desk. Next, she bent down and removed the work loafers that she had long despised, even after Gil had explained that they kept his feet from getting sore all day. She thought they just looked goofy, so when they first started going places as a couple she was relieved to see that he would wear different shoes on their dates.
The socks were the next things to be quietly removed, and she placed them inside the shoes, so they would not get lost. Then she sat up on her knees and started to unbutton his jacket and then his shirt. She knew that it was going to be hard to actually wake him up, so getting him mostly undressed before she even tried would make the march to the bedroom much easier. The last thing she did before making an attempt at waking him was to unfasten his belt and remove it. That was probably the easiest task in undressing him, as she had gotten a lot of practice as of late. Satisfied that she had done all she could before she got him out of the chair, she stood back up and then leaned down to speak directly into his ear.
Somewhere in the fog of his sleep deprived mind, he felt something warm. The warmth kept repeating the same thing, and eventually he realized they were words and the warmth was breath carrying those words to his ear. Once more the words came, and that time they broke through the haze, "Dr. Grissom, you need to come to bed now."
"Mmmmmm," was all he was able to muster. He felt his body rise from the chair. He felt a hand gently guiding him somewhere and his body followed. As he trudged to wherever the hand was leading him, he felt like his load was getting lighter and the air was getting cooler. When his leg hit a soft surface and his body came to halt, the warmth spoke to him again and he found his hands pulling something out of his trouser pockets. The hand then turned him around so that the back of his legs were resting against the soft surface. He then felt his trousers fall away from his body. The hand pressed firmly into the center of his chest and he found himself falling backwards, but instead of an abrupt stop, he felt the gentle embrace of the soft surface. The last thing he sensed was that the warmth had tenderly enveloped him in its own embrace.
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One eye painfully opened to the afternoon sun escaping through the shutters and was attempting to burn his face. Grissom then felt something shifting in the bed behind him. Sara had managed to fall asleep on his back, with one arm tucked up under him and her hand was unconsciously stroking his chest. He had one leg hanging slightly off the bed and his arm was flailed out with the hand resting on something hard. When he hazarded a look up, he realized it was the alarm clock on the night stand. It would seem that someone wanted them to be awake at four in the afternoon, but his hand had other ideas. That movement was enough to stir the woman at his back. Correction; on my back.
He held perfectly still, hoping not to wake her further. That is, until I can figure out how I got here. In his mind, everything was a complete blur beginning right after the unfortunate altercations which ended his shift the morning before. He knew it was late by the time he left CSI headquarters, and he knew he was not in the best of moods, but he was too tired to drive it off before coming home. He also remembered thinking that Sara was going to be upset at him for being so late on their one day off together, but it had been a horrible day. Between Ecklie starting his campaign to finish him at CSI, the patrol captain taking his own initiative to deal with a situation that had already been dealt with and the whole mess with Warrick, Grissom was no longer sure any of it was worth the headaches anymore.
He was genuinely worried about Warrick, but if the younger man was refusing to talk about it with him, there was not a whole lot he could do about it. Maybe I should have Catherine talk to him? She was always better at the people stuff than me. That thought was instantly put on the back burner as the delicate creature beside him stirred once more. She appeared to be soundly asleep, so he took the risk of trying to turn her away from him. Gently, he began to roll back towards her and she took the cue perfectly, as she then rolled away from him and onto her other side. The move gave him his first look at her since he had arrived home and it made his heart sink: she had been waiting for him. The teddy that she was wearing was his first indication, but as he looked around the room and saw the half burned candles everywhere he knew that he had ruined something she planned for him. I seem to have a knack for that. He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed and that was when he realized that he was no longer dressed. He was not able to even remember getting home, let alone undressed. Was I drinking? He checked his breath for the tell tale signs, but found none. He was about to get up from the bed, when he heard a muffled and throaty voice speaking to him from the other side of the bed.
"Don't even think about it, Bugman."
He turned back to look at Sara, but she had not even moved from the position he rolled her to in order to speak to him, "Think about what?" He tried to act innocently.
"Getting out of this bed."
"Well, you're the one who set the alarm, so I figure-…"
"Augh! I knew I forgot something." She flipped over suddenly and caught him off guard. "You have to return a call to some, anthropologist somewhere."
He chuckled at her disheveled appearance and her sleep clouded mind, "Well, that will be easy to do… I mean, with information like that."
She pushed the hair out of her eyes, shot him one of those infamous glares and said, "Watch it, buddy. I haven't had coffee or sex yet, so you're walking on thin ice here." She flopped back down in the bed and held a hand up to her eyes, "There's a message on the pad by the phone." He got up to go look for the message and when he entered the hall he heard her call out to him, "And you better have at least one of the two aforementioned items for me when you get back in here."
He chuckled as he padded in his bare feet out to the phone. He was far from a shining star in the morning, but Sara made him look practically perky by comparison. She was not good at waking up, and it just endeared her to him even more.
Grissom found the note easily enough, but his glasses were another issue altogether. He looked around the room in the hopes of spotting them, but without his glasses his chances were slim. Finally, in desperation he called back to the bedroom, "Sara, have you seen where I left my glasses?"
The only answer he received was a single word, "Desk." With that clue, he made his way over to the corner where his desk was at and there he spied the missing glasses. When he grabbed at them, the computer screen came out of sleep mode and he suddenly remembered what happened when he had gotten home: staring at him was a database of open positions for various PhD fields. It was the first time he had ever considered doing anything other than his current profession, and was not even sure now if it was what he wanted. When he heard her bare feet slapping the floor as she trudged down the hallway, he quickly closed the window on the computer. "Oh good, you found them."
"Yeah, why don't you go back to bed… I won't be long." He smiled at her, trying to hide his discomfort, but he realized quickly that he had failed miserably.
"Right, and what was that for?"
He stood up, leaned over the corner of the desk and kissed her forehead, "Nothing for now. I'll return the call and come right back to bed… Promise."
She turned and headed into the kitchen and straight for the fridge, "Fine, I'll just get it out of you later." As she blindly walked past him on her way back to the bedroom she was drinking from the bottle of apple juice she had retrieved from the fridge. Before he had picked up the phone he heard her call back to him, "And I still expect one of the two when you get done."
He had to hold back his laughter at her offhand statement as the phone had already started to ring. It was quickly answered on the other end, "Ah, yes, this is Gil Gris-… Oh, she has?... No, that won't be necessary… Could you please just let her know that I will try again in the morning?... Thank you, yes… Good evening." Gil put the receiver down and looked off into nothingness for a few moments, until a ding sounded from his computer and he found an email showing at his inbox. He did not have many personal contacts, and, since Sara's arrival in Las Vegas, he was not accustomed to receiving many personal emails. When he peeked at the sender's address, he knew exactly who it was, and decided to check the email before he returned to bed.
From: T. Brennan .
Sent: Thursday, September 14, 2006 5:01PM
To: Dr. G. Grissom .com
Subject: Recent Query
Dr. G.
I noticed a query regarding an entomology fellowship at large and immediately thought of you. You had mentioned having issues with your current position at the last conference we attended and I wanted to make sure I passed this on to you. Call me when you wake up. I also left a message on your voicemail, but who knows if you check it that often.
Until then,
-T
PS-Are you starting a private practice? Grissom and Sidle sounds like a P.I. agency.
Grissom was immediately struck by the irony of the email and its timing. Someone must have been reading his mind. However, the email had done wonders for his spirits, and with the lightening of his mood, he was reminded that there was an amazingly beautiful woman waiting (somewhat impatiently) for him in the bedroom. He shut down his email and got up from the computer.
As he was getting ready to head back to the bedroom, his stomach growled at him. He looked at the clock on the wall and realized it had probably been close to eighteen hours since he last ate. It would not do for him to lose steam in the middle of the act due to malnutrition, so he turned and headed for the kitchen to find something quick to eat before rejoining Sara in bed. When he opened the refrigerator door he instantly remembered what it was he was supposed to have done on his way home from work: the grocery shopping. It was not only the emptiness of the fridge that told him what he had forgotten, but also the note that was taped inside with Sara's chicken scratch handwriting; Did you forget something, Dear? He took the note down and found more writing on the back; Get some juice and check the box on the counter. It was eerie enough the way he and Sara always seemed to be in sync with their work, but he found her ability to read him personally a little disconcerting from time to time. This was one of those times, but he did as he was instructed and removed a bottle of juice for himself and turned around to find the box on the counter. Once he spotted the familiar box from the European bakery, he made quick work to look inside. Cinnamon Streusel Muffins!
A great many things had changed in his life since he had finally welcomed Sara Sidle into his heart completely. His worst day with her was still better than his best day without her. He looked forward to his days off and every minute away from the lab, as long as it was spent with her. He had finally learned the true meaning of relaxation. He had developed an appreciation for vegetarian dishes (though he still was unsure about tofu). He knew what happiness was, and worked hard to make sure he never lost it. But most of all, he had become completely addicted to cinnamon. When Sara first found the little European bakery, she had brought home the normal stuff; rustic breads and croissants. However, on her second trip to the little place, she had been overwhelmed by her sweet tooth and that was when she had found the confection that would always melt his heart; Cinnamon Streusel Muffins. Ever since their first night together, cinnamon had been their own private joke. And when she brought home those muffins, it meant only one thing; he had better be ready for her. So, he quickly tucked the box under his arm and trotted back to the bedroom.
He found her in the bed, under the sheets and propped up on her elbows waiting for him, "Took you long enough."
He smiled sideways at her, because once again, she had anticipated his actions. He bowed slightly to her, "You have my sincerest apologies, my love."
"Whatever." She threw open the sheets to show him where he needed to be, "Just get over here with those."
It took only two strides for him to go from the door to the bed in an instant. His speed of action might have fooled others into thinking he was a younger man, but in fact, it was simply his love for her that made him feel like a younger man.
When he set the box down on the bed he looked over at her and could not help but notice that she was no longer wearing the teddy from before. "Sara?" She looked up at him and he continued, "You changed?"
She took a quick peek under the cover and then looked back him with an impish expression, "Nope."
"Okay… Well, you took off what you had on before." His words came out sounding like a whine, and it surprised him a little.
"Awww… Sorry, babe, but those things have a shelf life, and it was way past due." She patted his arm showing her mock sympathy. "If you want the full package, you're gonna have to make it to the bedroom before I fall asleep waiting for you." She reached for the box, but he pulled it away from her, "No fair!"
He glinted at her appraisingly before he spoke, "I thought these were part of the full package?" She glared at him and he could not help but laugh. He sunk back into the bed with her and pulled her up onto his chest. "Sorry, I had a bad morning, and everything happened at once. I wasn't in any kind of mood that I wanted to share with you, so I tried driving around a little, but I was just too tired and came home. I was still restless and figured I would do a little research before coming to bed." With his free arm he pulled one of the muffins out of the box and held it tantalizingly in front of her mouth, "Forgive me?"
She went to take a small bite of the muffin, but he pulled it just out of her reach, so she gave in, "This time." He moved the muffin closer again, so that she could finally have her bite and once she was smiling as she chewed the morsel, he took his own bite and savored the flavor audibly.
"Mmmmm… I do enjoy these muffins." He swallowed his mouthful and noticed that she was eyeing the muffin for a second bite, but he also saw that she still had some crumbs at the corner of her mouth and that just would not do.
He moved the muffin well out her reach, and before she could see what he was doing, he leaned his head forward and pressed his mouth to the crumbs on her face, quickly licking them away before engaging her in one of those weak kneed kisses he was making a trademark of their relationship. When he finally pulled back, she was desperately trying to maintain the contact. "But I think I enjoy them on you so much more." His words brought a blush to her cheeks that he found even more alluring.
She reached for the muffin and brought it and his hand close to her mouth. She took a large bite that time and also brought his index finger into her mouth before she let his hand go. The warm feeling of her lips wrapped around his finger was enough to elicit a small groan from his throat. When she released his hand he found her once again chewing through her crooked smile. He took one more bite of the muffin (hoping that it would be enough to satiate his stomach until further business was concluded), then dropped it into the box and pushed the box onto the floor.
Once his attention was fully on her, he immediately felt her tongue on his chest. She was removing the fallen crumbs she found there and the sensation of her warm tongue dancing over his chest was bringing him immense amounts of pleasure. When he went to take her into his arms, he found her pulling back from him and it was surprising. She shook her head at him and waggled her finger, "Nah-ah… It's my turn, remember?" Then it was his turn to blush. She pulled herself up into a seated position over his torso and then took his arms and pushed them up over his head. "You just lie back and let me have some fun." Her words came out in a sultry and wanton melody to his ears, and he was never so glad to have taken steps to save his hearing than he was when she was talking to him in bed.
When he saw her face again, she was covering his mouth with the deepest of kisses. As he welcomed the invasion of her tongue with the kiss, he became aware that one of her hands was intertwined in his curls of silver hair. The kiss seemed to last forever and when the stars were starting to form at the corners of his vision, he understood that he had forgotten to breathe again. As much as she claimed his kisses would throw her off balance, whenever she took the initiative he seemed to lose sight of the need for respiration. He was given a reprieve when she broke her hold on his mouth and began to trail her mouth down his neck. However, his first moan of the day came when he felt her tweak his nipple between her thumb and index finger. He never ceased to be amazed at the way she could arouse him in ways that no woman had ever done before, and when her mouth closed over the other nipple his back arched in the explosion of desire that came over him. However, she was a fair woman, and she devoted equal time to both nipples and his arousal was already building up steam. She returned her attention to his mouth and smiled into the kiss when she pushed back, and felt the effect her lips already had on the man below her. "Like that do you?" He tried to respond, but by that point he was beyond verbal communication, and so he simply groaned into her mouth as she deepened her kiss again.
Again, she began to move southward, with her lips trailing hungry kisses all along the way. When she reached his soft belly, she stopped just long enough to give attention to his belly button. He had always been self conscious about his midsection, but she never showed him any sorrow over his middle aged physique. When she nipped at the skin below his navel he was shocked to find that it too was giving him immeasurable pleasure. Is there no end to the ways she can turn me on?
He did not have time to ponder that question any longer than it took him think it, because she was slithering down the length of him, and when he felt her tongue dancing its way down his abdomen, his whole body cried out for what he felt was coming next. His muscles tensed the instant she ran her tongue down the full length of his nearly erect shaft. Then she took him into her hand and gave herself access to the other side, running her tongue along that as well.
His mind was exploding with desire, and he knew if he did not do some quick thinking, he was not going to last very long, and that simply would not do. As she took him into her warm and waiting mouth, he began to recite the elements of the periodic table, in order, including atomic weights, in his head, hoping to stave off the impending explosion until the right time.
So focused on maintaining his erection, he failed to notice the devilish look she gave him when she sat up again. He felt her crawling back up the length of his body, and when she captured his mouth in yet another mind blowing kiss, he was relieved to have survived so far. However, his relief and her mouth kept him from noticing what she was preparing next.
When he felt her plant her one hand firmly on his chest, he was completely shocked as she guided herself onto him with the other. In one swift maneuver, he was buried deep inside her as she leaned back, arching into the thrust. When he looked on her, he found Sara with her head thrown back in ecstasy. He so desperately wanted to hold her to him as she began to rock back and forth on him, but they had made this promise, and he had to honor his part of the deal. He could only lie there and enjoy the ride, and a ride it was going to be. She directed every rise and fall, every rocking motion and every slide across his chest.
As he looked up at her, he could see the sheen of perspiration forming over her body with her efforts, and he was thrilled by it. She was beautiful to him in every way and at all times, but when he could see the effect their lovemaking had on her, his heart was full.
He was doing everything in his power to hold out as long as it took her to reach her own climax. When he felt the quivering in her walls around him, he finally gave himself leave to fall into the abyss. Within a minute he was arching his back and thrusting his hips up into her. When she finally fell down onto his chest, her breathing was rough and ragged and he could feel the slickness of her skin. As her breathing began to slow, he regained his capacity for speech, "Can I put my arms around you now?"
She heaved a few more heated breaths before answering with her face still pressed into the nape of his neck, "You better, or I'm liable to fall off."
