Missing scene drabble: 6x22 Time of Your Death
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At the moment, Grissom couldn't rightly recall how he had ended up in this situation. All of a sudden, like an epiphany, he had found himself slowly and lusciously kissing Sara Sidle. She was kissing him back, her arms around his neck as her lips moistly parted his. She was making this delightful soft moaning sound that triggered waves of heat to ripple outward from his body.
She tasted of the peach she had been nibbling on, tart and sweet and warm all at the same time. Grissom followed that taste over her palate, luxuriating in the slickness of her nimble tongue. He took his time, enjoying her scent untainted by artificial constructs. He firmly ran his hands along her sides, teasing himself with the barest touch of her outer breasts then traversing the curve of her slender waist. Feeling her warm unmistakeably female form beneath his hands fired all the forbidden images he kept in store for himself when he was alone.
Those erotic thoughts jolted him back to reality. Slowly he pulled back, gaze captured by the sight of her lips closing over that charming gap between her front teeth.
"Thanks for fulfilling my fantasy Grissom." Sara met his eyes, unsmiling and serious and oh, so brave.
Swallowing, he finally decided to take the leap. "Will you return the favor?"
Sara grinned.
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