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 ;) Also, there is a sprinkling of language throughout the story. And it seriously applies to this chapter!
A/N: Did anyone want some more smut:)
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 24
Slowly, consciousness began to make its way into Grissom's mind. Before he opened his eyes, he drew in a deep, reviving breath. As his body rose with the cleansing breath, he felt the slight weight of someone on his back. That was when he realized he was laying face down on the sofa with Sara asleep on his back, and he was happy. Waking up after reliving the most horrific chapter of his life, he would have thought that he would feel like he had been through a meat grinder, but with Sara so close to him, he only felt warmth and relief. His body drew in another deep breath and he opened his eyes, only that time, he felt Sara stirring as well. When she inhaled sharply, he could feel her chest rise and fall against his back, and he smiled.
Before he knew what was happening, Sara had jumped up off the couch in a single move, "Oh God, are you okay?" She was down on her knees looking into his eyes with great concern.
He rolled onto his side and smiled, "I'm fi-…"
"I mean I just spent…" She looked at her watch, "Oh God…six and half hours lying on your back on the couch. Are you sure your back is okay?" He chuckled at her worry for his health and smiled broadly.
He propped his head up on his bent arm and laughed, "Sara, I'm fine… In fact, I don't think I've ever felt better." He leaned forward and kissed her right on the tip of her nose. "And I'm very glad we got the new couch."
The worry immediately drained from her features and she screwed up her mouth into one of those crooked smirks that always melted his heart, "No way we'd both fit on the old one."
He raised an eyebrow and added, "No, I don't think so… And I was never able to lay on it except on my back anyway."
It was her turn to lean forward that time and she gently pressed her lips to his. "Are you okay?" She held her face close to his as she spoke, and her breath was warm on his skin.
He smiled against her closeness, and then closed his eyes before he spoke, "I always thought this would put me on the floor, but I feel oddly relaxed right now." When he opened his eyes again, he found her luminous smile waiting for him and a single tear falling down her cheek. He reached out with his finger and caught the tear before it fell from her jaw. Then he kissed her tenderly. "Thank you for having the courage to make me do that… I don't think I would have ever done it on my own."
She pressed her forehead to his and sighed, "I'm not sure bravery had anything to do with it."
That was too much for Grissom to process lying down, so he quickly sat up and drew her up to sit on the sofa beside him. When she took her place beside him, Grissom pulled his arm over her head and brought her in close to him. Sara nuzzled into his embrace and placed her right hand on his chest when she released another deep sigh, "In fact, I'm pretty sure it was motivated by fear."
Grissom pursed his mouth with her admission and tilted his head to the side, "Well, whatever it was, I'm fairly certain I owe you." He reached down and brought her chin up, so he could look into those amber pools of beauty as he spoke, "I haven't felt this good in a very long time, Sara, and you are the reason for it." Her electric smile was his reward for those words, and his heart swelled with emotion once again. "So, now that we have that out of the way, what is our agenda for the day?"
Sara smiled, leaned over to pull his shirt open a little and then sniffed, "Well, first you need a shower." He blushed at her suggestion, but she continued before he could respond, "And I'll make some breakfast while you're in there."
"Are we sure that's a wise thing to do?" His raised eyebrow, along with his subtle dismissal of her cooking prowess, earned him a poke in the ribs. "Oww… Well, I was just thinking that maybe we should go out for breakfast instead."
"Sure you were… But why do you want to go out?" She got up from the couch and then turned to help him up.
He took her hands, but he stood up mostly on his own, because he was always worried his weight would drag her down. And that is only effective under certain circumstances. He wrapped his arms around her waist and said, "Well, I like showing you off…" He was cut short on his joke by the look on her face, which showed him she was not buying it. "Okay, well, I was thinking maybe we could swing by and check on Stephanie… I'm a little worried about her."
That set better with Sara and she smirked. "That's better… But we'd have to go to the lab to do that."
Grissom gave her a puzzled look and asked, "Why the lab?"
Sara shrugged, "She's covering for Doc this weekend."
Grissom exhaled sharply and seemed to have slumped a little with her comment, "I suppose I should have known that… She does seem to have picked up on a lot of my bad habits."
Sara laid her head down against his chest and sighed, "It's not that bad, Gil. Besides, she and I had a great talk. I think she just needs to get some closure on that professor case and she'll be fine." Sara appeared to mull that over in her mind a bit before she spoke again, "Although, I'm having a little trouble understanding why it's so important to her."
Grissom laid his head on hers and explained, "Well, she knew the man… He was her advisor for a while at Berkeley, and she was one of his research assistants as well."
"Well, then I guess that makes more sense." She looked up at him again, "But I really don't want to go to the lab tonight, because you know we'll get stuck there."
He nodded his head at her conclusion, and he had to agree with her, "You're right… I'll take you in tomorrow and check in on her then."
The corner of her mouth turned up and she chuckled, "Strike two… I'm only on-call for tomorrow. Warrick is working with the weekend crew tomorrow."
A smirk made it onto Grissom's face as he watched her delight in teasing him. "Well then, Miss Sidle… I've been meaning to talk to you about your current schedule."
She smiled up at him through her pursed lips and then said, "Is that so, Dr. Grissom?"
"Yes…" He pulled her closer to him and said, "I am not enjoying this little arrangement, and I think your time would be better spent on a different schedule."
Sara was unable to contain the knowing smirk that came to her lips, "And what about having some space?"
He met her with a crooked smile and said, "The only 'space' I'm interested in anymore, is the one I am in right now."
A slight blush rose on her cheeks as she responded to him, "I see… So, is this my boss talking, or that other guy?"
Grissom looked into the air, as though he were searching for the answer there and then dropped his gaze squarely onto her countenance. "Both… The boss has had complaints about the disruptions being caused at work from this scheduling conflict." He kissed her forehead, and continued, "And that other guy is miserable two days a week without you."
Sara giggled at his explanation and laid her head on his shoulder before giving him her answer, "Well, I suppose that means I'm outnumbered… That is, if you're both in agreement?"
"Actually, the entire shift is in agreement… So, not only are you outnumbered, but you're surrounded."
"Then I suppose there's nothing left for me to do, but make it a unanimous verdict." Her bright and electrifying smile warmed him from the inside out, and he responded by catching her in a passionate kiss. Capturing her mouth with a tender, but commanding exchange, Grissom sealed the deal. He knew instantly that she was in complete agreement when he felt her weight fall against his arms and her knees began to give way. If she had been holding anything in that moment, she would most certainly have dropped it. As they finally came up for air again, he slowly released her weight when her feet finally found solid purchase on the floor. "So, now that all old business is squared away, I'd like to suggest we adjourn to the shower."
"Are you implying that-…"
"You did spend six hours curled up on my back, and according to you, I am in dire need of bathing." His face took on an innocent expression, but the twinkle in his eye showed purely devilish intentions. "Besides, I might get lonely in there."
"And what about breakfast?" Sara enjoyed teasing him when he played his little games.
"I have…" He paused and bent his head down to kiss at the crook of her neck before he continued, "Other appetites at the moment." His kisses made their way around her neck to her throat, while his hands kept busy undoing the front of her shirt. His attentions were quickly rewarded when he felt her hands making their way up his back, with his shirt being pulled up with them. He decided that if they were ever going to make it to the shower, he had better get them pointed in the right direction, and so that was just what he did.
Grissom reached his arms up and Sara pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, but then he took her hands in his, kissed them and pulled her down the hall to the bathroom. He was rewarded, once again, for his efforts with the deliciously seductive smile Sara graced him with, as they took those steps toward the bathroom.
Once inside the bathroom, their clothes were quickly shed. He reached into the shower stall to start the water, with Sara's arms wrapped tightly around his waist from behind. He had learned very early on that once they reached such a state, it was nearly impossible for them to be separated for even a moment of time. He turned around in her embrace and they once again kissed with a fiery intensity, until he could feel the steam from the shower hitting his back. Grissom reached down and took hold of one of her knees, drawing it up along his side, until it rested atop his hip. Instinctively, she gripped him with the leg and he hoisted her up into his arms, bringing her with him into the shower stall.
Busy with exploring her body once again, the last thing on Grissom's mind was actually washing anything on his body, but Sara saw things differently. She squeezed the shampoo into her hand and began to work it through his hair, just as he was trailing fervent kisses down from her neck to her chest. When she was done, she moved so that the water sluiced over his head to wash away the shampoo. After putting the conditioner in her hand, she used the other one to lead him back to her mouth for more attention, and then she massaged the conditioner into his hair and then his beard. Once again, she moved him back into the stream of the showerhead and he was ready for the next phase of the shower.
Grissom was pleasantly surprised when Sara pinned him against the glass of the shower stall and began to run her hands all over his body. It took him a moment to register that she was actually soaping him up, because the feeling of her hands roaming his flesh was very distracting. It was especially effective when she ran her hands over his buttocks, squeezed them tightly, before drifting around to the front. If he had not already been sporting the beginnings of one heck of an erection, he most certainly would have been, as she slowly and deliberating stroked him with her soapy hands. He was unable to stop the low moan that escaped from his throat, but his reward was a deep and passionate kiss from the amazing creature before him.
Suddenly, the sensations Sara was inciting throughout his body became too much for him, and Grissom took her into his arms, returning her kiss with an almost desperate and even more passionate one. The maneuver sent them on a collision course with the opposite wall, and they struck it with a thud. Quickly, they were caught up in the turning tides of their passion, and they groped about the flesh of the other in a desperation which seemed almost unreal to them both. Sara found herself being raised up against the wall, only to come resting down onto a ledge, with her legs wrapping themselves around Grissom's hips. The water and steam completely enveloped them, but the steam from the shower was no match for the heat being generated by their own lust.
With his lips and tongue, Grissom made his way from her mouth to her jaw, down her throat to her collarbone, and then he brought them to bear devotedly to her chest. By the time he had touched his tongue to her nipple, she was already building up from the sheer force of their passion, and she arched into him as he took the breast into his mouth. He nibbled and sucked and teased at her breasts, until he felt her hands holding his head tightly by the hair. She was already close, and when he pulled away from her for a moment, he could hear her whimpers over the din of the rushing water. The sound caused him to smile with a devilish glint in his eyes.
He reclaimed her mouth once again and their tongues were enjoying a lively duel, when he felt her suck in a lungful of air as his fingers reached down and brushed across the hidden nub at the junction of her thighs. Her whole body tensed under the careful ministrations of his fingers, as he stroked and caressed her.
As his mouth made its way back down the front of her body, he licked and sucked and nibbled across every inch of her flesh and he could feel the heat swelling in her body as he went. By the time his mouth had nearly reached the end of its southward journey, her hips were rolling in a rhythm he had become all too familiar with.
He knew exactly what his next move would be, and he took a deep breath before sliding his fingers down the length of her folds, making sure that his timing was perfect before he inserted his finger into her center, at the exact moment he began to nibble at that wonderful hidden nub. His prize for such a feat came instantaneously, as Sara began to writhe and contract in her ecstasy. She cried out, using words, that under most circumstances, he would have frowned upon, but in that moment, they delighted and excited him to no end.
On most occasions, Grissom would have waited until the tide had subsided before bringing her back to the brink, but Sara sensed in him an urgency that he seldom demonstrated. Grissom liked control, and that included every aspect of his life. However, she felt in her soul that something had changed in him, and he was throwing control out the window for the first time.
She was still deep in the torrents of an amazing climax when she felt him shift, and come back up to wrap an arm around her, and before she knew it, he was buried into her all the way to the hilt. The sensation was unbelievable and she felt herself building up into another orgasm on top of the one she had not even finished with yet.
Her muscles were still contracting around him, and with each thrust, she was closer and closer to going over the edge. When she began to feel her legs and body tremble with the beginnings of another climax, she bite her lip, hoping to hold it off just little longer. But it was simply beyond her abilities, and as she cried out, yet again, she felt herself being sent straight into oblivion, as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her. So lost in the sensations that were rippling throughout her body, she did not even notice, until Grissom cried out, that he, too, was going over the brink.
Sara's body, still trembling and the muscles contracting, drained him of every drop and they found themselves pinned to the wall of the shower, their chests heaving with the passage of their ragged breaths. Sara, pinned by the weight of Grissom's body, and Grissom, by his inability to carry the weight on his own legs. They leaned there for a while, as the water and steam surrounded them, hoping to catch their breaths, and make the entire world stop spinning in the wrong direction, long enough for them to able to move once again.
Grissom was the first to find the ability to move and he reached over to shut off the water. He made sure that Sara was able to stand on her own two feet again, before he opened the stall doors and reached around for a towel. He quickly dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist before reaching for a bath sheet and guiding Sara out of the shower stall. He wrapped the bath sheet around her shoulders, and began to gently pat her dry as well. Then he grabbed a smaller towel and attempted to dry her hair a little bit before letting it rest around her neck. He held the ends of the smaller towel in his fists and then kissed her tenderly on the forehead, followed immediately by a chaste and gentle kiss on the lips. She smiled against the tender mercies he showed her, and he returned the smile with a sideways grin to demonstrate his understanding.
Next, he leaned down and put one arm behind her knees and the other across her back at the shoulders, and carefully picked her up into his arms. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck as he turned to take them into the bedroom, and she began to place tender kisses on his lips, as they made their way to the bed.
With a delicate deliberateness, he laid her down upon their bed and crawled up beside her, to lie at her side. She rolled toward him and he picked up his arm to allow her access to her favorite resting position; with her head on his shoulder and her left arm over his chest. Content in everything, Sara released a deep and satisfying sigh, "How do you do that, babe?"
His face held a smirk and he had to stifle the chuckle waiting in his throat at her choice of endearment, "Do what?"
"I don't know…" She exhaled sharply and nuzzled into his neck. "You seem to have this unique ability to find new ways to turn me out every time." She punctuated her statement with a few well placed kisses along the edge of his neck, where it met his beard.
"Mmmmm…" He closed his eyes against the sensation of her hot breath and moist lips against his skin. "The same could be said about you, my dear." He could feel her smile against his skin and it sent little tendrils of pleasure through his mind.
He relaxed his hold on her as she wriggled her way over part of his chest, and he was about to relax completely when he felt her tongue snake out over his left nipple. That simple gesture made his whole body come alive again. "Like that?"
He lifted his head to find her smiling at him with a dangerous quality to her gaze. "Ahh, yes… But I think you might be wasting your talents, my love."
She wrapped her mouth around the teat of his nipple and sucked it in and over her teeth, once again sending those warm and delightful ripples through his mind and body. "Are you sure about that?"
The last thing he wanted to do was to disappoint Sara, but what they had accomplished in the shower was not something he could manage a repeat performance of in such of short span of time. However, his mind was the one telling him that, and his body seemed to have a much different idea.
Before he knew what was happening she had rolled on top of him, losing her towel along the way, and with her weight pressing into his groin as she drew up her knees, and propped herself up into a seated position, with her hands firmly planted in his chest, Grissom knew that she also had other ideas. The lusty smile he found on her face, as he looked up to see her straddled atop him, was enough for him to know that she was planning to enjoy herself no matter what he decided.
Sara began to wiggle down the length of his body, and he felt the familiar twitching begin as her body moved over his, so when she reached for his towel he lifted his hips up slightly to assist her in her plans. The last thing he consciously remembered was seeing that delicious smile playing across her face once again. Everything after that was all his body, because his mind was being completely blown away by what was happening.
She leaned over and started to trail her lips and tongue down his belly, stopping a moment to pay tribute to his navel, where she nipped softly at the tender skin there. Her hands were roaming over his body as she moved southward and when one of them grasped him, he arched up into her hold of him. But instead of a run of the mill stroking, she pressed his growing erection upwards, into his belly and bent lower. When her tongue touched to the base of his scrotum he nearly lost all control of his body, bucking his hips upwards at the amazingly erotic sensation. But she was only just getting started and she licked her way up the dividing line of his sac, stopping only to apply a small amount of suction every few centimeters.
Her tongue began to make its way up the length of his shaft, and while he was quickly becoming lost to ecstasy, he also understood it was just the beginning. When she released his manhood from his belly, he was sent completely over the edge as she dipped her head over and sucked the head straight into her mouth. His vision blurred to a pin point, as he felt her take him into her mouth and stroke him at the base with her hand.
Time lost all meaning, and his brain completely shut down, so that only autonomic functions could progress. Fortunately for him, that included his sexual arousal. His vocal chords were obviously tied in there as well, because the sounds springing forth from his throat were unrecognizable to him, and the closest description might have been guttural grunting.
When the grunts started to become louder and were joined by pained whimpers, Sara began to move again. When he felt the void of her touch, his eyes sought her out and he found her sliding up his hips to straddle him in the most intimate of ways. She quickly lowered herself into him, giving him purchase deep inside her, and the sensation of it caused him to cry out her name, "Oh God, Sara!" And before he had a chance to recover from that, she was rocking back and forth over him, taking him even deeper inside, and using the muscles of her inner walls to grasp him tighter with each rhythmic motion. When he felt the twitching begin in his groin, she stepped up the pace, holding him tightly between her thighs and pressing her hands into his chest for balance. Before he knew it, his mind exploded into a million tiny pieces, and he was releasing another climax, as she used her center to drain him in totality.
Sara collapsed onto his chest and pushed her legs back out onto the bed. Both of their bodies were now slick with perspiration and sex, but there would not be any movement from them for a while. They laid there, in each others arms, for a few minutes, their breaths ragged and hot from the expending of so much sexual energy. That time, Grissom was the first to speak, "Mmmmmm… How do you do that?"
She giggled and nuzzled into his neck before she said, "Do what?"
"Make me feel like the only man in the world for you." He turned his head and kissed her on the forehead when he spoke.
Once again, he could feel her smile against his flesh, and she said, "Well, that's easy… It's because you are the only one for me, Dr. Grissom."
