Hey there! Two stories in one week! Crazy!
This is just a little one shot, sweet and fluffy with a *little bit* of sweet smut (but nothing overly graphic or dirty). My depiction of what happened "the morning after" GSR's first time. It's meant to take place after Grave Danger (assuming they finally did the deed after the Nick thing).
I hope you enjoy.
I love the comments and constructive criticism, so keep them coming!
All mistakes are my own.
GSR, as always xx
Wake Up
I can feel the warmth of the sunlight peeking in through the blinds, and behind my closed eyes can see the shadows of the curtains flowing freely. I can tell it's still early because I can hear the morning birds that frequent my windowsill chirping outside. Normally they annoy me, and I curse my damn neighbour Ms Elliot for putting out that stupid bird feeder, but this morning is different.
It can't be later than 8, maybe 8:30 and the breeze is still cool.. at least for a September day in Las Vegas.
I'm tempted to open my eyes and check my bedside clock, but I don't want to open them and realize it was all a dream.
If it was, I want to bask in my ignorant bliss for a few minutes more.
I'm no stranger to waking up to... very vivid dreams of us. They happen often, more common then I'd care to admit.
Everything around me, though, is telling me it wasn't in my imagination.
I inhale deeply as I bury my head into my pillow a little more, the pillow that was under my hips a few hours ago. I can smell him. Smell us.
Definitely a reminder that it happened.
I shift my legs to curl up ever so slightly to settle the tightening excitement in my stomach, and can feel his weight behind me on my mattress. The slight dip where his heavier body is laying is as real as the burning of my thigh muscles. As real as the tenderness in between my legs, because God knows how long it had been for me between encounters and how vigorous he had been.
And if that wasn't proof enough, the lingering smell of our sex... the weight of his body in my bed behind me... the undeniable yet delicious tenderness, the feel of his heavy arm suddenly draping over my hip certainly is.
He's awake, and my cover is blown.
He's always been an expert observer.
Could he tell I was awake simply from watching the rise and fall of my breath?
I smile as his arm tightens and pulls my body closer to his own warmth. His hand finds mine by my naked chest, and he entwines his fingers with mine.
It feel so goddamn uncharacteristic of him, but certainly not in a bad way.
Then again, I've never known him in this level of intimacy, so maybe it is in his character to be this romantic 'the morning after '.
He was certainly attentive last night. Or, I suppose, earlier this morning.
He was tender, yet deliciously and painfully passionate. Vigorous wouldn't even begin to properly describe him. He was amorous and thorough and clung to me as if his life depended on it.
All the things I had known he would be, but still, even a few hours later I'm in a blissful shock.
Even in all of my wildest dreams and fantasies where he would show up at my door and assault me with passion and lust, I never let my heart imagine what would happen after.
It was too painful to consider.
Would he regret it and leave?
Stutter and apologize and look for some kind of excuse as to his unprofessional actions?
Try and let me down gently, reminding me that 'this can't happen again ' and that it was just a moment of weakness?
I was never sure, but regardless, I also never imagined he would ask me softly, as I came back from my small apartment bathroom, if he could stay.
And I never imagined I would let him.
Of course it's what I have wanted since the day I met him. Intimacy and a real relationship. But, if you know Gil Grissom, and if you are familiar with even a fraction of our history, you'd know he's not one to commit to much aside from his work. Certainly never to his feelings.
I suppose over the years of knowing and having my heart broken by him, I've developed a bit of a defence mechanism.
Don't let yourself get too excited, Sara.
It's just a look.
It's was just an accidental brush of his arm, it meant nothing.
It's just a case - he didn't pair you two together because he wants to stop in the middle of the desert and turn off the car and kiss you.
So that's what I told myself - if we ever, you know. Did it.
It would just be sex.
Nothing more.
People have sex without emotion and romance all the time. We live in Las Vegas, for Christ's sake, the United States capital of meaningless sex.
Neither of us could ever deny the sexual tension between us, that much was obvious. There has always been an electric physical attraction. But the emotional side... was always a little more vague and unspoken.
So when he showed up last night, and I realized why he was here, I told myself "It's just sex".
After, as I excused myself to the washroom to do my business and wipe my folds clean of him, I inhaled what was supposed to be a calming breath, and reminded myself "he won't stay".
He won't hold you in his arms as you fall asleep. He won't kiss your forehead, or brush his fingertips along your hip as you drift off into a sexually sated slumber. He certainly won't whisper in your ear when he thinks you're asleep that he's glad he wasn't too late.
And yet, he's still here.
And he did do all of those things.
Confident in the reality of it all, I finally open my eyes and sure enough the sunlight is bright cast on my face. I almost wince, and then I feel our hands entwined again, and glance down. He gives my fingers a squeeze.
"Good morning." I hear his voice from behind me, low and steady. A little more raspy then I'm used to.
With a small smile I squeeze his hand in return before turning my body in his embrace to face him.
"Hi." I whisper when I finally see his cornflower blue orbs. They're lighter than I've ever seen them. Maybe it's the sunlight, or the afterglow of a night of amazing sex.
His hair is tousled, curlier than usual. It's so god damn adorable. His cheeks are flushed, possibly from slight embarrassment or maybe just from the extra body heat in the bed. His boyish grin stirs a delicious feeling in my gut again.
"You stayed."
He nods, with a raised eyebrow. He's questioning me, as if it should have been obvious.
I giggle nervously, "I thought maybe you would have gotten spooked once reality set in or once I fell asleep."
"No." He simply smiles, and kisses my lips quickly as if waking up together is the most normal and common thing. As if we had done this a million times before. My god.
"Do you have to go in to the lab today?" My voice shakes, but I try and remain confident.
"Ecklie gave the team the day off to visit Nick, catch up on rest." He shakes his head, as his eyes search my face with a gentle sweeping motion. I think he can tell I'm absolutely flabbergasted and doubting this is real.
"Mm." I nod in acknowledgment. "We should visit him. Bring him something to eat. Hospital food sucks."
"We will," he nods, before inching his body closer to mine, I can feel his natural morning arousal press into my thigh, "after we catch up on rest. He's in good hands. There is plenty of time."
After the rush of emotions and stress yesterday, I am amazed at how calm he is. As if nothing changed between us, as if we hadn't just dug up our friend's suffocating body from the middle of an orchard less than twelve hours before and then made love in my bed for the first time afterwards. Nothing out of the ordinary at all, right?
He must know I can feel him, after all, we both slept completely naked after our.. encounter. If I can feel him, he must be able to tell how fast my heart is racing.
Is this really happening?
"What does this..."I swallow nervously, "what does this mean, Grissom?"
Suddenly the fear I'm used to returns to his eyes, and they cloud over for a moment, before he closes them. I know he doesn't like to talk about this. As a rule, we don't talk about this. He is quiet for several seconds before he breathes and exhales heavily,
"I'm still not totally sure what to do about this, Sara.." he speaks, as he returns his gaze to me, and then laughs.
I can't help but return the giggle, our situation is so unorthodox. Imagine, the two of us naked, limbs entwined, after an evening of unexpected yet incredible sex.
At least, it was incredible for me.. I'm pretty sure it was for him too.
"Seemed like you knew what you were doing a few hours ago." I tease.
His face twists into a proud, boyish grin and my heart leaps out of my chest. He likely remembers my multiple orgasms, and emotional whimpers of pleasure.
"We can start there." I flush at my own forwardness. "I won't make you talk about it, if you're not ready."
"I'm not good at... the communication part."
I nod. I already know.
"But you're good at the physical part." I purse my lips with a lopsided smile.
"It's.. easier." He nods, almost apologetically as his fingers naturally find my tangled curls and begin to lace through my hair. "And... you don't have to call me Grissom, or Gris, when we are here.. like this.."
"What should I call you then?" I tease, "Gilbert?"
I watch as he scrunches up his nose, "My mother calls me Gilbert."
"Gil." I nod, and his eyes darken. The first time I've ever said it.
His name has always seemed so off limits, only Catherine or Ecklie or Al or Jim have called him that, but they have all been on a different level with him. I suppose now I am, too.
"Gil." I hum again behind his ear before I inch my lips closer to his neck, inhaling his scent.
He must like it, because I can hear a low rumble from his throat before a barely audible gasp escapes his lips.
Before I can think of my next move, his normally gentle and methodical hand snakes out of my hair and basically grabs my jaw and brings my lips to his.
I let out a squeak of pleasure and surprise and he swallows it gratefully as his tongue pushes it's way into my mouth. My god he can kiss.
Like, holy fuck, he can kiss.
I want to let go of his mouth and ask him where he learned to kiss like this, but my hormones get the better of me and my body, as well as my need for him, take over.
When his grasp on my cheek loosens, I take the opportunity to push myself free and swiftly mount him, straddling his hips, under the covers.
The look of pleasant shock on his face is the only encouragement I need.
I grin, and stare down at him.
"God, Sara.." he mutters as his member throbs against me.
"Does this count as rest?" I quirk my lips as I begin to rock my hips ever so gently in his lap, teasing him.
"No, dear." He swallows, as his hands find my behind with a squeeze and then trail up my back to bend me down to his lips.
Our kiss is slow and full of unspoken emotion and need.
It's all the confirmation I need that this is real and that he is as serious as I am about whatever this is.
God, I love morning sex. The sleepy, lazy, unhurried coming together is just so sweet and satisfying. It's my favourite way to wake up.
I raise my hips ever so slightly, not breaking our kiss, and use my hand to position him at my opening and sink my body down around him slowly. I gratefully swallow the moan that escapes his mouth as my muscles relax around him and smile against his lips before moving to his neck.
He is big. Bigger than I would have expected, even.
I've always imagined he would be well endowed, but my god, was I in for a pleasant surprise. Thankfully, my body is equally as aroused as my mind and has no problem taking him in with relative ease. It's a perfect fucking fit, just like I always knew it would be.
"Good morning." I whisper under his ear and lick the sensitive skin there as I adjust to him inside me. His moans are more arousing than anything I've ever heard and I can already tell neither of us will last long. Like I say, sleepy morning sex is my absolute favourite and it seems like the same might go for him, too.
My hips begin their slow age old instinctual dance, and with each thrust I feel my body closer and closer to the cosmic release it craves so deeply. I can also feel Grissom's hips and arms tighten with anticipation as he nears that glorious edge too.
Suddenly, without warning, he grabs me and pulls me down to his lips, cups one of my breasts in his palm and grunts my name into my mouth,
"Sara," as a warning that he is there, and I tip over the edge with him, gasping his name too.
"Gil!"
I collapse onto him with a shaky breath and feel his heat pour through me and leak between us in the most glorious way.
My body twitches and shudders even minutes later as I lay atop his tacky body, and will my lungs back into their natural rhythm.
His hands flutter along my back with the most intimate caresses, and he whispers my name over and over as if he too, is trying to grasp onto the idea that this is real and it happened.
It wasn't just another forbidden dream. It finally happened.
I feel him chuckle underneath me and look up at him with a cheeky smile. He's got a proud boyish grin plastered on his face when I meet his gaze.
"What?" I laugh and he shakes his head.
"Ithink I've found my new favourite way to wake up." He replies and kisses my lips playfully.
We look at each other for a moment. An unspoken understanding passes through our eyes and I can feel his heart beat pick up it's pace underneath my chest.
Studying his face this closely and intimately, I can see the wrinkles around his tired eyes and with his mouth slightly agape I can see his adorable crooked bottom tooth. I lean in to kiss him again, I just can't help it, and smile when I hear his stomach grumble under mine.
"Breakfast?" I grin against his lips.