Sorry, I know they're getting shorter & shorter, but I deal best with the angst ordeal...
As soon as they're together I have to monitor what I write or it may end up a) Mills & Boon style shit or b) a major argument....
Meh... suggestions are welcome
Song 4 - Marilyn Manson - Heart-Shaped Glasses (When The Heart Guides The Hand)
To listen: youtube .com/watch?v=2mPm7JTB5AA
(remove the space between "youtube" and ".com")
It was the night of the DUI
He couldn't help himself
She was so insecure, as tears poured down her face, she wouldn't stop saying sorry
Sorry for getting drunk, sorry for getting you involved, sorry for being such a problem, sorry I love you, sorry I can't take being alone, sorry I can't keep it together any longer.
Grissom didn't know what to do.
He knew what his heart wanted to do.
He knew what his body wanted to do.
He knew what every fibre of his being wanted him to do.
He just wasn't sure what to do.
Everything but his brain said hold her
Love her
Care for her
Show her
Show her she could never be a problem, show her he loved her, show her she wasn't alone, show her together they could keep it together, together.
His mind told him to remain professional
She could lose her career over him
She had so much to lose over an old man
He could never give her all she needed.
She reminded him of the times in San Fransisco
When she was dressed in white, and they would drink coffee and put the world to rights.
He couldn't take his eyes off her then, and he couldn't now.
What was he doing?
Sara woke the next morning, her head pounding.
She could vaguely remember last night, getting changed into one of her silky nightgown things
But she couldn't remember why Grissom was laid next to her
It didn't matter
She felt warm & safe
She felt happy again
She didn't mind him keeping her on pins & needles so much
She just minded when he crushed her into them
She felt him wake, and open his eyes, the blue getting her high
He couldn't help himself
He knew he shouldn't, but for once he let go of the obsessive self-control
He kissed her
She kissed him back
His kissed her harder, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth
She battled him every step.
Her tongue fought his ferociously, as her hand started pulling at his shirt, seeking his warm skin
He ripped at her nightclothes so hard it tore in two
She'd never cover up what they did with that dress
They were like animals, seeking each others flesh
His mouth around her nipple
A primal groan from deep within her chest as his callused finger brought her to the edge
His moans as she ran her hand up and down his shaft
Her other hand running through the coarse hair on his chest
Her heart was simultaneously breaking and being repaired
She had wanted this for so long
She hoped this meant as much to him as it did to her
And even if it didn't, she hoped he would never take off his heart shaped glasses
Because she couldn't lose him now.
Grissom took great pleasure from pleasing Sara
She reminds me of the one I knew in San Fransisco
He couldn't take his hands off her
It was out of his control
Not that he was complaining about it.
He was enjoying every minute of it
But she was getting impatient
It was cruel of him to have brought her to the edge twice
And then left her hanging
He wanted her to come
But he wanted them to come together
Looking deep into her hazel eyes, he slid himself deep inside of her
Pregnancy wasn't an issue
He must be too old now
And they both knew the other was clean
They got tested 3 times a year
It was one of the rules of being a CSI
Not sure why, but it was
They moaned in unison as he sunk in to the hilt
He felt her tighten her muscles around him
God this wasn't going to last long
But he was bloody well going to make it her best time ever
She wouldn't let him be anywhere but inside
He was happy with that
He had hurt he so many times before
Yet she still stuck to him
She said kiss me, it'll heal
But it won't forget
He couldn't ask for much more than that
C'mon people...say it with me
READ & REVIEW PLEASE...
It will make Ishmael VERY happy
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