Chapter 14
Author's note: I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!
A/N So I have to say its been a really crappy week for me. But every time I retrieve a review on my cell phone, I feel so good. Please keep sending me your feedback! It means the world to me! And if you have joined us for the first time, please say hi! I'm trying to get back to responding to all reviews, but my dissertation chair is kicking my butt right now, so I am running behind! I hope you can forgive me!
To make it up to you, here is what you have been waiting for: Sara, Gil and the pole!
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Arriving at the seedy little hotel on the outskirts of Pahrump, Sara looked at Grissom with a raised eyebrow.
"What is this?" she asked, skeptically.
"You'll have to wait and see, my dear," he replied as he got out of the car, indicating that she should wait.
When he came back a few moments later, he had a key on a large ring and a huge grin on his face. She could see he was up to something because his grey blue eyes sparkled like a child on Christmas morning.
"What are you up to Gil?" she asked again.
"Shhhh…" he said, placing his finger on her lips.
He pulled the Mercedes around the back of the hotel and parked in front of the room labeled "Executive Suite."
Sara laughed. "Executive Suite my ass!" she choked out between the laughter.
He didn't seem to find the same humor as she did.
"Big things come in small packages," he reminded her.
He shut the engine off and walked around to her side of the car and opened the door for her. He put his hand out and helped her out of the vehicle and closed the door behind her. He placed his arm on the small of her back and gently directed her towards the Executive Suite.
When they reached the door, he removed his hand from her and used the oversized key to open the door. He looked in and turned on the light switch, leaned back out and smiled,
"After you my dear," he said as he made a grand sweeping gesture of his arm.
When she entered the room, the first thing she noticed, other than the hot red carpeting, bed spread, and draperies, was the stripper pole in the middle of the room.
"How the hell did you manage to find this?" she asked, laughing again as she had when she first saw the sign on the door.
"Well, it helps that one of my best friends was a stripper," he laughed with her.
She hugged him around the waist, then planted a kiss on his cheek.
"You are the sweetest, kindest man I have ever known!" she announced, as she grabbed his face between her hands and planted a passionate, electric kiss on his lips.
"Don't get me started," he whispered, "I can't stop when it comes to you."
"Well then let's get it started," she whispered back, nibbling at his earlobe and pulling him towards the round bed with the mirror on the ceiling above it.
They fell to the bed only to have Sara suddenly jump back up.
"Ugh," she screeched, "It's filthy! Do you have an ALS in your car? I'm scared to death to even touch this thing!"
Grissom laughed out loud, he knew from working with her for all these years that hotel rooms were Sara's Achilles heel. He had anticipated the problem and had prepared the trunk of his car with anything needed to allow her to focus on her practice.
He smiled at her, "well that was better than a cold shower," he announced as he walked towards the door.
"Oh my God Gil, I'm soo sorry," she said, realizing that she had stopped in the middle of the romance.
"As a boy scout, I am always prepared," he laughed as he walked out the door and retrieved the supplies from the trunk.
"Bless you!" she lavished praise on him as he brought out bed sheets, pillow-cases, Lysol cleaning products, and sanitizing sprays. He also brought out a lavender candle.
"Let's get this place clean."
And they set to sanitizing so that the clean fun could begin.
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"You what?" Brass asked, choking on the beer Catherine had just given him.
"Yeah, you know the one in Pahrump, with the mirrored ceilings and stripper pole?"
"Oh my God, Catherine, you are pure evil!" he said, admiring her choice of torture for Grissom.
"Sara is going to turn around and walk right out the door the minute she realizes how filthy that place is!" Brass chuckled.
"Part of the pleasure of the recommendation," Catherine laughed.
"I can just see the two of them walking in to that room." Brass continued, "Trying to pretend that they weren't wanting to jump into that bed right away."
He laughed again, but this time, he was the only one laughing.
"Catherine Willows," he blurted, "What are you hiding from me?"
"Uh, well, I just, uh," she was lost for words, "I just thought you, well, you would know that…"
"Damn," Brass sighed, "How did I miss it?"
"Now Jim, don't you dare tell anyone. I can't believe I just let the cat out of the bag!" she pleaded, knowing how much was at risk.
"I got your back, Cath," he answered, "I wouldn't know what to do without you around, and I'm not going to be able to do as good as you do following up after your boss."
"Now, let's drink to Dr Grissom finally getting his head out the microscope."
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Once the place was spotless, Grissom retrieved their overnight bags and her costume from the back seat of the car.
"Are you ready to show me what you have learned?" he asked.
"Are you asking that as my boss or as my boyfriend?" she replied, then stopped herself, "Boyfriend, that's a funny word for someone my age, isn't it?"
"It actually sounds pretty good to me," he answered, "so, show and tell time then?"
She took off her jacket and walked to the pole. She took her hand and ran it up the pole, and looked at Gil, "Your sure you got this clean right?"
"Yes, Sara, I'm sure I got this clean," he reassured her.
She grabbed the pole and suddenly became someone he didn't know.
She wrapped herself around the pole, and began to move provocatively around the pole, moving her hips and legs in a way that made his heart sing. She wrapped a leg around the pole and swung herself around. She wound up on the other side of the pole, upside down, with her shirt struggling to stay tucked in to her pants.
"This is really tough to do in jeans!" she declared.
"Well then its time," he quietly stated, "to bring out the costume."
She walked to the bathroom, grabbing her purse, and proceeded to close the door behind her.
He laid across the bed, and glanced up at the mirrored ceiling.
His mind began to wander as he looked at the reflection in the mirror. Who would have ever thought that this would be me? How did I ever let her get away for so long? What was I so scared of? This is how my life was meant to be. With her. She's more than anything I could have ever dreamed of. And what does she see in me? I've got so much grey hair, and I'm not as thin as I used to be – why does she want to be with me?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. She was dazzling. She was dressed in her white costume and was wearing the while the necklace that he had bought her. Her make up was exquisitely applied, including a hot red lip-gloss that made him yearn to taste her lips again.
He felt the temperature in the room go up and his pants shrink a size.
"You like?" she asked.
"I love," he answered.
He pulled out the tape recorder Catherine had given him and placed the tape in. He knew the sound would be awful, but it would at least give her the music she had been practicing with.
He pushed play.
"Have fun you two!" Catherine's voice stated.
The laugh broke the tension in the room.
The music began to play, a song he had not heard before, but a tune that was hot and steamy.
Sara approached the pole and began to dance. He was fascinated and intrigued by the sexual movements she demonstrated. Her face was very serious, but very sexy. He watched her every move carefully, and with great interest. Her hips were the perfect size for her slim frame and they moved in tune with the music. Her rhythm was perfect. Her breasts, small but firm and well shaped, bounced slightly as she moved around the pole. He could feel himself about to burst as he watched her elegant body move in time to the music.
As she began to remove pieces of the costume and fling them off into the middle of the room, he began to understand the attraction that people had to watching exotic dancers. It was sensual and moving, not dirty as he had previously thought.
He sat on the bed, frozen, until the music ended and Sara stood before him in what reminded him of a small white bikini.
"Well?" she asked, looking at him expectantly.
He didn't need to answer, because he closed the space between them quickly and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her and placing her gently on the bed. He kneeled above her, and with his sexiest bedroom voice, expressed how he felt at that moment.
"I am in awe of you Miss Sidle," he confided to her, "You are an unbelievable woman."
He kissed her neck, and moved his kisses down to her chest. He began to suck and lick her nipples as though he had never seen anything so beautiful before. He admired her body, laid out next to him, almost naked, sweating from the dancing, and breathing rapidly from the exercise and the excitement. He removed the remain clothing quickly and began to remove his shirt when he caught his reflection in the mirror.
"Why did you stop?" she asked, still breathless.
"I just, I don't understand why someone as sexy as you would be interested in an old man like me."
"I'm in love with you Gil, not because of anything physical, although I do love that part too, but because of who you are," she answered, helping him with the last buttons on the shirt and beginning to work on the belt, "You are handsome, strong, smart, and sexy, and I want you."
He helped her with the belt and removed the pants.
They wrapped themselves around each other, passionately touching and exploring each other's bodies.
This time, they made love. It was slow and enjoyable, not rushed as the previous encounters had been. They explored the private parts and began to learn what made the other crazy. He found that if he entered her from above, she was likely to make a slight moan and that if he kissed her neck, she was likely to move her head to give him full access to her long neck and breasts.
She rolled him on his back and assumed the top position. He was shocked by her aggressiveness. He had never had a woman be on top, and to be honest, he liked it a lot. He watched her in the mirror above and felt himself being taken to the point where he would not be able to control himself very soon.
She moved slowly, painfully slowly, rocking back and forth on him, allowing contact that he had not felt before. She had completely engulfed him and he felt the warmth and then her contractions as she hit her peak.
He watched her breasts rock gently as she went through the orgasm. He was proud that he was able to give her such pleasure. He was not a seasoned lover, but his experiences had been pleasant. None lived up to this.
He grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over onto her back. He reentered her, feeling the warmth of her previous orgasm, and began to drive himself to climax.
She moaned gently, encouraging him to continue to push, that she was ready to go again. And in a moment's time, they both exploded in an orgasm that could only be called earthshaking.
She wiggled out from under him, and laid out beside him on the bed. She looked up into the mirror and smile, knowing that she had everything she had ever wanted in this one man. They were perfect for each other in every way. She had known it all along, she just wished it hadn't taken quite so long for him to figure it out.
"That was mind-blowing," she told him, smiling.
"I couldn't have said it better myself," he answered, stroking her long brown hair, "I believe you have the stripper thing under control."
"I hope so," she answered, "I had a good teacher, and a man who makes me feel sexy, how could I loose?"
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A/N Was it good for you too? OK Now, I think I'm going to go have a shower!