Summery: Who ever said that first impressions matters the most never factored in over active sex drives, close work environments and dead bodies into the equation. Part One of the Until The Day I Die Series
Rated: M
A/N:Hmmmmmmm time for my update . . . . . . . but should I? After all this is the best chapter of them all . . .
Maybe I shouldnt . . .make you wait it out for another day . . .
But you were all soooo good . . lol
I guess I could give you an update . . .
Chapter Nine: Its Real.
His body was frozen in position. Out of shock no doubt. He hadn't expected it really. I mean that was the last thing on his mind ironically. Usually that's all he could dream about, now he was to shocked to bloody enjoy it.
Was this real?
He opened his eyes slightly.
Yes, it's real. Very real.
He wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her close to him. He kissed her lips slowly, and softly, tasting every inch of them. He felt her lick her tongue across his bottom lip, making him shiver in delight.
He felt her wrap her arms around his neck, winding her fingers in her hair, as if grasping on for dear life. He tightened his arms around her, the heat of each other's bodies washing over each other. He tried to control himself, taking it slow. But that sweet sent began to envelope him. That sweet sent that he was so very addicted to, that Sidle Scent.
The memories flooded him, as he smelt that sweet sent. Her sent.
He had been waiting for her all week. He wanted to see her again. For some reason, every since he first laid eyes on her he couldn't get his mind off of her. He couldn't get that smile out of his mind. They way her eyes lit up in realization. He could drown looking in her eyes. She wasn't overly pretty, she wasn't overly special. She was just . . .
Undefinable.
"Hey Greg I have a sample that I need you to test."
He turned around, his breath suddenly taken from him.
He had never seen a girl look so amazing in a lab coat before.
He smiled shaking his head and pulled up the DNA profile she needed as she took out the sample.
"I have Stewart Ramplers DNA profile pulled up. All I need is a sample to compare it to."
"Coming right up."
His eyes glazed over her as she concentrated on the task. Her chocolate eyes zoned in on the sample as the clear liquid dropped into the tube.
She shifted slightly in her seat, and that his when he caught it.
His first taste of it.
His first, addictive, amazing, perfect sample of it.
His drug.
That Sidle Scent.
He almost lost his footing just at the small whiff of it. That amazing soft scent of sweet shampoo. Her scent. That scent that made his knees want to buckle beneath him. He propped his hand up on the desk, taking in that sweet, sweet scent.
That was his first sample of his drug. And now, so many years later, it was all over him. Rippling over him like the clear water of the river does on the rocks. He backed them up, pushing her against the wall. Her back hit the concrete with a thump, he let go of her lips, wrapping his fingers in her hair and kissed at her neck, biting and sucking at it gently.
He heard her let out an erotic gasp.
"You smell so good," she let out in a moan.
He grinned. Remembering that moment for way back when . . .
It had been a long day in the DNA lab. And got even longer when he heard Sara had been flirting with an EMT over a corpse in a bag. He heard that she was in with Nick and David with the body. So being the addicted man he was, he decided to just 'pass by'.
He heard her call in the distance, and as he rounded the corner he saw her. A man about to barf passed him, must have been the EMT.
"Looks like a pussy. He can't stand a little smell of decomp?" he thought amused.
He smiled as he passed her, backing up he looked at her with a cocky smirk.
"You smell like death," he whispered.
"I've heard," she shot bitterly.
Greg's heart fell. He had only meant it as a joke. He walked past her, stopped and turned toward her.
"You know," he started. "A real man wouldn't mind."
He shifted uncomfortably and walked away, hoping that she would forgive him for the joke.
He almost giggled at the memory. Now it just was something to look back and laugh. She certainly had forgiven him.
He licked his tongue at her bottom lip, begging her for entrance. He groaned slightly as she teased him, her lips curling up in a smile as she tightened them together.
He ran his hands down her torso. Running his hands up her shirt. The heat from her stomach spread over his hands like white fire. Her chest heaved up and down as his fingers inched nearer and nearer to her bra. His fingers ran over the lace of the bottom of her bra, slipping his fingers inside slowly.
They both took a sharp intake of breath as he got his first touch of her breasts. They were soft and perfect, just as he had imagined so many times. As she gasped as his fingers grazed over the bottom of her, her mouth opened up just enough for his tongue to slip in.
They deepened the kissed, consumed but the power and passion. He felt his shirt tighten as she gripped it in her hands as her knees buckled beneath her. He held her up by her the bottom of her back, raising her up his level again. He felt her fingers slip inside his shirt, between the button holes as she unbuttoned them, top to bottom.
Greg was determined after the mishap of the break to win her over. He looked over slightly, seeing Nick eye him suspiciously His took in a deep breath, he didn't want anyone to know why he was doing the research He typed quickly, searching and surfing until he found some interesting information.
"Greg?"
He looked over, she was there.
Show time.
He flashed her a smile, sitting up as his eyes lit up in happiness.
"I was just printing something out for you," he said gesturing to the computer.
"From the internet?"
"Yeah, I was on break, had some time, thought hey," he said awkwardly, handing her the paper.
"Sorry I drew a blank on the wife."
And before he knew it, she was pressed against him. Her hand pressed against his chest, her eyes linking with his. His body tightened in fear. Fear he would screw it up.
"I could really just kiss you right now."
"Oh holy shit." He thought.
He breathed, smiling wickedly. He looked at the ground preparing himself.
"Just breath. When she does, don't freak out." He thought.
He looked over.
And she was gone.
Somehow, Greg didn't think that she would be leaving any time soon now.
As dipped down slightly, as her knees seemed to buckle again, her hips grazing his crotch.
Greg let out a low moan, feeling his pulse start rapidly beat in his fingers.
"Oh Sara," he moaned into her ear.
"Greg."
Then . . . as if fate . . . a rapid beat on the door pulled them out of the moment.
"Hey! Sara! You in here?"
"Yeah, Nick I will be right there." She said breathless, her eyes locked with Greg's.
"You know where Greg is? Grissom is giving assignments in a minute."
"He is stuck in traffic. He just called me. He will be here in a minute."
"Okay."
And after waiting to hear his foot steps proceed down the hall.
Sara buried head into his chest, taking in his scent, which covered her from head to toe. She didn't want to leave the room. She didn't want to leave the moment. That was the most intoxicating, passionate heated kiss, maybe more than a kiss, but whatever it was it was the best thing she ever experienced.
"We need to go, they will suspect something."
Sara pouted slightly before shaking her head before buttoning up his shirt. She laid her head against his chest and whispered.
"I am sorry I ran away last night. I was scared. I was wrong for running away. I love you Greg," she whispered. "It took me a while to realize it, but I am crazy about you. Your everything I have ever wanted."
"You have no idea how good it feels to finally hear you say that. I have felt that way every since the first moment I ever laid eyes on you. I have loved you so much for so long."
"Does this mean what I think it means?"
"I hope so."
"So do we tell them?"
"Lets keep it between us for a little while. Let them figure it out for themselves."
Sara smirked.
She couldn't agree more.
A/N: YAY! finally they are offically together! Do you love me? Do you hate me? Expected something different? Let me know by reviewing and you might get another smutty chapter . . . until then my lips are sealed . . .