A/N: Yay, I'm back :) Ready for a little smut or are you expecting Evil hat? Hehehe. Evil smut? Lol. I wonder if Grissom can really let his 'secret side' show. I guess we will see. Just to be safe – 'Rating rise to a Low M for sexual content' so please read responsibly.

Thank you so much to calim for the beta and sorry for bombarding you with so much these past few weeks. You are my rock.

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On we go….

Chapter 156

It was a little after 12:30am and Grissom was watching Sara dance with her father. Catherine was seated next to him talking nonstop and he was doing his best to filter out her laborious and irritating chitter-chatter. At that moment, nothing she could possibly say could pull his interest from the beautiful woman gliding across the dance floor. His woman. His Sara. He wanted her. Now.

"Gil…"

Grissom blinked. Did he just hear his name?

"Gil?" This time Catherine's voice came louder and sharper and she sounded annoyed. Slowly, he turned in his seat to look at her. "So, what do you think?" she asked.

He frowned, his throat becoming a little dry so he reached for some water and took a sip. "What do I think?" he asked confused.

Her eyes narrowed. "Have you been listening to me?"

"Of course," he lied, placing the glass down, having a very quick look over his shoulder as Sara continued across the floor but as he glanced back to his friend, her eyes narrowed further.

"So what have I just been saying?" she tested.

"Um…," he hesitated, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip. Catherine shook her head looking very unimpressed but thankfully a voice from behind saved him.

"Care for one last dance before we retire?" Sara asked, her father stepping away to rejoin Laura.

Giving an apologetic smile to Catherine, he swiftly stood and faced his wife. "Yes," he said eagerly, grabbing her hand and tugging her back to the floor.

"Keen, aren't we?" Sara laughed as he pulled her close.

"In so many ways," he replied hoarsely, holding her tightly and her eyes narrowed a touch as she studied his expression. He had that look again and it sent a shiver down her spine.

She swallowed, running her hand over his shoulder, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm with the music. "Catherine seemed a little annoyed just now. Is she all right?"

His nose twitched, his eyes moving over her face coming to rest upon her lips. He wanted to kiss her so badly. "I wasn't paying much attention to her and I think she noticed."

Sara looked over his shoulder to see Catherine now chatting and laughing with Nicolas so she knew she was just fine. "So, what had you so distracted?" she asked, looking back at him just as his eyes raised to catch hers.

"Has me distracted," he corrected her.

Smiling bashfully, she leaned close, her lips kissing his cheek before moving to his ear. "Then I gather you are ready to leave?" she whispered.

"Very," he replied and she pulled back. "But, are you?"

With a pucker of her lips, she stopped moving and they paused in the middle of the floor. "Yes."

His right eye twitched now, a desire so fierce burning in his gut even he was becoming worried about being able to control it.

Sara stepped back from his embrace, her pulse quickening at the look in his eyes, and reached for his hand. "Shall we…," she continued, breathing a silent and nervous breath, "... say goodnight?"

Grissom sensed a slight quake in her voice now and he wasn't quite sure if that was good or not. He nodded silently and she smirked shyly before pulling him back towards the table.

Laura looked their way smiled as they approached. "Having a good time?" she asked.

Looping her arm through her husband's, Sara leaned into him and smiled. "We have really enjoyed ourselves, Mother, thank you, but we are ready to retire. That's if you don't mind?" she asked, eyes flicking to her father.

"Of course we don't mind," Laura hiccupped, quickly holding her hand to her mouth. "Excuse me," she apologized. "To be honest, Sara, I fear I may not be long following. It is getting rather late."

Stepping away from Grissom, Sara approached her father and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. "Goodnight, Father. Thank you for a wonderful evening."

The captain stood, giving her a bright and slightly inebriated smile. "You helped make it wonderful," he answered, his words a bit slurred. Returning her kiss, he nodded toward Grissom. "Same to you, my boy, and I thank you for the wonderful company on this fine evening."

Grissom gave a nod back and a rather bashful smile. "My pleasure, Captain," he replied quietly. "It's been an honor." Sara smirked, retaking his arm. "Goodnight, sir. Goodnight, Laura."

"Goodnight, Gil," Laura responded sweetly and the couple stepped away.

Exiting the hall, Sara giggled. "What a fabulous evening," she said warmly.

"Indeed," Grissom agreed. "But it isn't over just yet."

Sara giggled again, suddenly taking her husband by surprise when she spun him around in a circle as they reached the foot of the stairs.

"Still in the mood for dancing, huh?" he laughed.

Stopping, she laughed back, grabbing a hold of his upper arms and kissing him hard on the lips, causing his eyes to widen. When she pulled back, his eyebrows hit the ceiling.

"Being a little risqué aren't we, my dear?"

Releasing his arms, she lifted her dress and slowly began backing away. A huge smile on her face as she took ahold of the stair rail with one hand and hopped back onto the first step. "Isn't that what tonight's all about?" she challenged, carefully finding her footing behind to move up another step.

Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and feeling a burn in his groin, Grissom slowly advanced, his fingers flexing as he reached for the rail, tightly gripping onto the woodwork as he climbed the first step.

"I really do love you in that suit," Sara told him, taking another step back.

His eyes narrowed just a touch as he followed her. "And I will really love you out of that dress."

The gravel in his voice made Sara tingle and she giggled again, swiftly grabbing the skirt of her dress in both hands now and spinning herself around. Before Grissom could take another step, she was off, climbing the stairs as quickly as she could and he just stood on the bottom step grinning, watching as she reached the top then turned to face him.

"Well, are you coming?" she called a little breathlessly.

"Goodnight, sir," came Rana's voice from behind him.

His head snapped around and he couldn't help the slight blush that appeared when he saw her smiling face. "Goodnight," he quickly said then raced up the stairs to join his laughing wife. "You're going to end up getting us into trouble," he whispered.

"Me?" she sniggered loudly. "Why I…."

Swiftly, he slipped a finger over her lips, looking up and down the corridor. "Shush. You'll wake the children if you're not careful. They are only a few rooms down."

Taking him totally by surprise she parted her lips and sucked his finger into her mouth. His eyes widened, his glance shooting all around them to make sure there was no one in their immediate vicinity watching them. But when his eyes fell back to hers he noticed something now that he hadn't before. And considering her actions of the last few minutes, he was kicking himself for not seeing it. Her eyes seemed to be a little dazed and her pupils dilated.

Pulling his finger free, he dipped his head closer to hers. "I think you're a little drunk," he whispered. "Although, you've done quite well to hide it this long."

She hiccupped then laughed. "I am not drunk," she denied in a loud whisper. "Maybe a little tipsy but I'm quite capable of being in control of my own actions, thank you very much."

Lifting her hand to his cheek, she softly trailed her fingertips over his stubble and then down to his chest. He swallowed and closed his eyes as her hand moved lower.

"The question is," she whispered, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe, "are you going to control your actions or are you going to show me that side of you that you've been promising to reveal?"

His eyes popped open as her hand reached between his legs.

"I think you're a little bit excited," she snorted, feeling the hardness in his pants.

His eyes were like stone now, hard, piercing, aroused. Breathing deeply, he took a firm hold of her hand, still very conscious of their location. "And I think," he began, licking his lips, "we need to move this to somewhere a little more private before you get me castrated by your father."

Smiling brightly, Sara slipped her hand free of his and stepped back. Turning, she headed down the corridor. "I'm so glad our room is far away from anybody else's, and…ready when you are, Mr. Grissom."

He didn't need a second invitation and swiftly followed after her. Once they reached their room, he all but pushed her inside, closing the door behind them then yanking her to his body, devouring her mouth with his own.

"Hmmmm…" she mewed happily, her hands gliding up his back as their tongues fought for dominance.

When their lips parted, Sara kicked off her shoes, pushed off his jacket then reached for his tie, making quick work of the knot. Slowly pulling it away, she threw it over her shoulder.

"I don't think we'll be needing that anymore," she said chirpily, going for the buttons on his vest but he was quick and took her hands, spinning her around. She laughed heartily as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and began sucking on her neck, lifting her hair to give him better access.

"I thought I was supposed to be taking control," he breathed into her, running his tongue the whole length of her neck and back up again.

"Ooooohhhh," she sighed, inhaling a sharp breath at the sensation. "If you are ... aghhh ..."

Trying to complete a full sentence, she failed miserably as he sucked harder upon her skin. "Gil," she groaned, sliding a hand over his as he began to massage her breast through her dress.

He couldn't get enough of her taste and sucked a little harder than he probably should have before pulling his mouth from her skin with an audible 'pop'. He paused then frowned.

Sensing his hesitation, she turned to face him. "What's wrong?" she asked, seeing concern on his face.

His right eye twitched as well as his lips and he took a breath in order to try and calm down a little. "I fear I may have sucked a little too hard," he admitted.

"Oh?" she replied, rubbing a finger over her neck and it was a little tender.

"Yes," he sighed. "I think you will have a mark."

Her lips puckered and she smiled. "I hope I get more than one," she replied slyly, snorting as his eyebrows rose up his forehead. Closing her eyes for the briefest of seconds, she held her hand against his cheek. "Gil, if we are going to do this then you have to let go and stop worrying and..." Her head tipped from side to side, "…I'll be expecting a few sore spots."

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.

"I know you would never hurt me," she answered softly. "At least not in that way. But this is about pleasure not pain. I trust you."

A faint smile curled his lip. "Are you sure?" She nodded, dropping her hand. "Then turn around."

Feeling her heart skip a beat, Sara slowly turned, immediately feeling his hands on her shoulders. She sighed as his lips found her neck again although this time his attention was much softer and she shuddered as his tongue slithered around the shell of her ear.

"You make me burn in a sinful way, Sara," he mumbled, dropping kisses down her cheek. "I ache for you."

"Yes," she hissed as his right hand cupped her breast, giving it a healthy squeeze. "You make me burn too."

Smiling, he took a step back, eager fingers working on the buttons at the top of her dress. Once there was enough freedom to get it off, he peeled the garment from her shoulders and it fell from her body to pool around her feet.

"So beautiful," he said, nipping at her shoulder as his fingers went back to work on the strings of her corset, that, too, falling to land upon the dress.

His eyes worked over her chemise and the glorious body that it hid. Sighing inwardly he ran his tongue over his bottom lip as she wriggled her butt.

"Like what you see?" she asked, turning to face him.

His eyes sprang to hers, his jaw working from side to side as the bulge in his pants craved to be released. "Get on the bed," he demanded, taking a firm grip on his vest and ripping it open, sending buttons flying in all directions.

Giving him a surprised but sultry smile, Sara slowly backed away, watching as he whipped off the vest and threw it across the room. That action alone made her tingle and all the more so when he dropped into a chair, a stare in his eyes that made her knees quiver as he rushed to remove his boots. Her legs clipped the bed and she sat on the edge, watching as the boots fell to the floor then he stood, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it over his head. The shirt went flying as well, landing not far from the window.

"Laundry will be fun tomorrow," she laughed.

"Right now," he began, moving towards her while reaching for his belt, "that is the very last thing on my mind."

Giggling, Sara took hold of the bottom of her chemise and pulled it over her head, noticing him pause once she was free from all her clothing. Without hesitation, she threw the garment at him and he caught it.

Keeping his eyes on her, he brought the chemise to his nose then inhaled deeply, taking in the full scent of his wife as she groaned.

"So very sweet," he said, dropping the garment to the floor. "But I have to say," he continued, unfastening his fly buttons, "I prefer to smell the real thing."

Sara shook her head. "That's…a little odd."

"Why?" he questioned, kicking off his pants to reveal all his natural glory.

Mesmerized by his shaft, only the sound of him clearing his throat brought her attention back to his face. She gave him a tiny smile. "Spending an entire evening in a hot room stuffed with people and smoke, I'd think we wouldn't smell particularly... How shall I put it? Appealing?"

As he advanced towards her, she leaned back a touch in an attempt to keep eye contact. "You would smell appealing to me if you were covered in horse muck," he argued.

She laughed. "I highly doubt that." Reaching out a hand she breezed her fingertips over his erection and he groaned. "You are certainly excited," she giggled.

"And you're a tease," he accused, leaning downwards to kiss her.

The kiss began softly, slowly, his hands trailing up her arms. A needy moan spilled from Sara and her fingers gripped his thighs, ratcheting up his desire to the next level. Kneeling on the bed, he deepened the kiss then moved his hand to support her head as he slowly lowered her to the covers. Breaking the kiss, he started dropping little kisses down her neck only to stop when she began laughing.

Looking up, he frowned at her. "Why are you laughing?" he questioned.

She continued to laugh, raising her head from the covers to nod downwards. "Not really the best of positions," she snorted.

Looking between them, he had to agree. Her legs were hanging off the end of the bed.

"I look and feel like an upside down crab," she laughed.

His right eyebrow soared. "Not comfortable, then?"

Trying to calm her laughter but still smirking, Sara shook her head. "Not really," she admitted.

"Well," he began, licking his lips, "I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable now, would I?" He smiled and backed off the end of the bed, leaning towards her. "Put your arms around my neck." She frowned. "Come on," he said when she hesitated.

Doing as she was told, she sat up and did what he'd asked. Sliding both of his hands under her butt, he lifted her up. She screeched then wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms tightening around his neck.

"What on earth are you doing?" she chuckled heartily.

Smiling, he kissed her. "Making you more comfortable," he answered when she pulled back.

Laughing again, she dropped her forehead to his, locking her ankles behind his back. "This may be more comfortable but it's a little challenging don't you think?"

"I like a challenge," he shot back.

"I have no doubt about that," she cooed, pursing her lips. "But…this isn't all that practical is it?"

He looked around and grinned. "Feel like christening some of the furniture?"

Her eyebrows pinched in surprise and she laughed again. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

His grin only grew as he headed across the room. "You're about to find out."

*** - "Her husband's step was strong and prosperous in harness of string, awakening the echoes, as an unruly charger, whip-corrected, snorting and pawing the earth under the plane-tree in the garden

*** - Extract taken from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (adapted)

A/N: Grrrr...furniture humpy? LMAO. I wouldn't mind a beasty Grissom. Hmmmm :P Want more? It's ready…