Breaking Point 5/?
Summary: Set just after Viva Las Vegas. After a mess up at a scene, Greg is forced into a position he never thought possible.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Rating: R to M
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The next night Sara was in the process of getting ready to go to work, Greg still lay naked beneath her sheets, watching her dress. "So, what are you doing tonight?"
Biting his lip, he sat up in the bed. "Probably go back to my place. Clean up… maybe rest some more."
Smiling, she crawled across the bed, stopping just inches from him, her legs straddling his over the blanket. "And if I come over after work?"
Grinning he couldn't help the light chuckle at his lips, his hands cupping her cheeks. "I don't think either of us would get any sleep if you did."
"I'd be fine with that." Sara snickered, leaning forward to capture his lips with hers. Their lips meshed for a solid minute before Greg pulled back, his forehead pressing into hers.
"You better finish getting ready, or the guys will have a field day if you're late."
"One day won't hurt."
Greg smiled at her sultry words shaking his head. "And one day will turn into three then six, then you'll get called into Ecklie's office and blame me… besides I'll be there myself in two days anyway."
"Fine." She sighed, leaning back a bit, her hand stroking his thigh through the blanket. "Should I bring some clothes with me?"
"Unless you plan on being naked the entire time your there."
"Well…" Sara blushed lifting her hand to his neck, pulling him into a slow, passionate kiss that left them both panting. "I'll see you later at your place."
"Ok."
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Arriving back to Greg's, after work, Sara let herself in again, her tired body collapsing in the nearest chair. She barely noticed his straightened up living room, the nights cases still assaulting her mind. Closing her eyes, she tried to clear her mind of the pain.
Greg, having been in the shower, stepped out into his living room, clad just in boxers. Seeing the brunette, lounged in his chair, he grinned. Stepping next to her, he bent down pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Hey, how was work?"
Sara grunted, shrugging half-heartedly, her body sliding a bit down on the chair.
"Bad night?" He questioned as she nodded, her eyes still closed. "Are you okay?" She sighed, shrugging again, her head tilting into his hand as it stroked her hair. "Can I help?"
"I don't know if you can?"
Hearing her somber tone broke Greg's heart. Stepping around the chair and in front of her, dropping to his knees between hers. Grasping one leg he pulled off her shoe, then sock, his hand massaging her ankle.
"What are you doing?"
Her eyes remained closed but there was a light smile on her lips, so he continued removing her other shoe and sock, massaging that ankle before sitting up on his knees. Massaging up her legs he stopped at her thighs, working the tension out, making her moan.
"That's nice." Sara sighed, feeling her tension ebb away slightly.
"Good." Greg smiled, pulling her knees until she lay flat, her head resting against the back, making her sigh again. Massaging her thighs, he moved a hand to the button of her jeans. Popping it open, he slid down the zipper before sliding the jeans down her legs.
"And what are you doing now?" She asked breathily, feeling him slip her underwear down her legs, the cool air in the room making her shudder.
"Helping you forget your case." He grinned, massaging her thighs a bit more before gently pressing them apart, his head dipping between them.
Feeling his soft tongue move up and down her sensitive folds, her body jutted into his mouth, her hands gripping the back of the chair for support.
Instead of responding, Greg focused on helping her forget work, his lips sucking on her tender folds, his finger teasing around her entrance before dipping into her wet heat, her body bucking from the chair.
"Oh… sh…" Sara's voice faded to a gasp as his hand moved from grazing her still covered breasts down to her clit, his thumb swirling over the sensitive nub, aiding his active tongue dancing over her folds, and his other hands fingers still working in and out of her in frenzy. "Oh… fu… sh… Greg!" She screeched as her orgasm gripped her body, her spine arching off the chair, as she panted heavily.
Licking his lips, Greg sat up on his knees, pushing his boxers down past his knees. "I hope that helped but if it didn't maybe this will." He finished sliding into her already soaking wet center, her body surging up at the intrusion, a deep groan at her lips.
"Fuck." Sara hissed breathily when he started to thrust into her, his hands lifting the shirt from her body as hers pulled him, pressing her lips into his, their kiss deepening immediately. The fire was already building in her belly.
Greg's knees were hurting but with the ease he was sheathing into her and the gasps and moans he elicited, his speed picked up, his hands working her bra clasp free, the material falling between them as his hands cupped her breasts.
When his cold lips touched her heated breasts, her body jerked, the heat coiling in her belly, her body tightening in another fiery climax. "Sh…it!"
His own body shuddered in release as her inner walls tightened, his head buried in her shoulder. "That help you forget?"
Panting heavily Sara nodded her lips pressing lightly into his neck. "The only thing I can think about right now is the feel of you inside of me."
"Then my plan worked." Greg snickered drawing her closer, his lips taking hers once more.
Reciprocating fully, she pushed him back. Ignoring his confused look she kept pressing forward until his legs gave out dropping him, until his back was onn the floor.
"Sara?"
She answered him by straddling him and capturing his lips in a deep kiss, her hands on either side of his head, propping herself up.
Hands in her hair, he angled her head as the kiss deepened, their tongues dueling for dominance. They lay in a heated embrace for a few minutes she pulled back, their breaths coming out in heavy pants. "Now that's the way come after work."
"I'm the one who worked." Sara snickered, her hands moving and exploring down his bare chest.
"I worked today." Greg smirked, caressing her back and sides before turning her to the floor, his hands gliding across her belly.
"Yes, I see that." She replied somewhat sarcastically, grinning, before his lips covered hers again, his hand lifting her right leg over his hip, his pelvis pressing into hers, eliciting a delicious moan from her throat.
Before they could follow into another round there was a knock on the door, causing them both to groan. "Just a minute." Greg grumbled regretfully pulling on his boxers watching as Sara shimmied back into her underwear. Walking up to the door he looked out of the peep hole, seeing Nick and Catherine standing there patiently waiting, food in hand. "Shit." Moving quickly over to the brunette, he picked up what clothes of hers he could find, shoving them into her hands before pushing her to the bathroom, ignoring her shock. "I don't know if you want this out yet, but Nick and Catherine are at the door."
"Fuck." Sara whispered back, her heart racing as she slid her shirt pants and shoes on the counter.
"Hey…" He pulled her chin until her eyes were back on his, his thumb stroking her jaw. "Just get dressed. They don't need to know anything more than you came to visit before them. Now get dressed and fix your crazy hair." He finished pulling her into a deeply passionate kiss that could've easily pushed them into another round if there wasn't another heavy knock on the door.
As the bathroom door closed, Greg stopped in his room to grab a shirt, pulling it over his head while taming his hair down before opening the door, a smile on his lips. "Hey guys."
"Hey Greggo, we thought we would come check on you. See how you're doing after everything." Catherine smiled as she and Nick stepped across the threshold, placing bags of food on the coffee table.
"Pretty good… happy I get another chance…" Greg trailed off as Sara stepped back into the room, her slightly ruffled clothes in place, her tousled hair pulled back in a hair tie. He smiled at her before finishing. "… to be a CSI."
"Your gonna be a great CSI." Sara grinned, stepping up to the three of them, her heart pounding rapidly from the nervousness of possibly being found out and being so close to the tech without touching or kissing him.
"Thank you." They shared another smile when Nick spoke up.
"When'd you get here Sara?"
"I came to see how Greg was doing after he got his job back."
"Uh huh." The Texan nodded unconvincingly; the skepticism obvious on his face. "Well, we have plenty if you plan on staying."
"Ok." Sara said simply, sitting in one of his open chairs, trying to give them some distance.
Catherine, though thrown off by the odd behavior turned back to Greg. "So, are you ready to jump back in?"
"I've been ready since the lab explosion." Greg said quietly, twisting his hands together as they started to shake, his body sliding into the nearest chair.
"I think it was before then." Nick said with conviction, offering the tech a smile, reaching for one of the bags of food.
"Maybe." Greg tried to smile but it came across pained, his eyes drawing to the brunette as she mouthed 'definitely.' Her eyes sparkled at him. Clearing his throat, he countered the two newcomers. "So, how's work? Who's in charge with Ecklie suspended?"
"Shockingly enough Grissom, Cath has been holding down graveyard."
"For now." Catherine grinned, shuffling her own food around.
The four talked and laughed for a good two hours before both Nick and Catherine excused themselves, both needing to sleep before their shift that night. Greg walked them to the door, parting with. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." Greg turned chuckling slightly. "That was…" He was cut off as Sara barreled to him, her arms circling his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss, her tongue searching for his.
Groaning at her strong response, Greg put his arms around her waist pulling her deeper into him. "Sara?"
Pulling back Sara lifted the T-shirt he put on, back off, her desire to be as close to him as possible, flaring.
He flipped their positions trying to gain some control. "Sara?" He groaned as she lifted her shirt back off, her bare breasts coming back into view, her lips coming back to his. They kissed heatedly for a minute when Greg pulled back panting for breath, his eyes rolling back when her lips moved down his chest. "Sara… you should probably go home."
Pulling back Sara flashed him a look of confusion. "Why?"
"Because if you stay, we won't ever leave the house and I want to take you out tonight."
"Like a date?" She questioned, sliding her arms around his neck, pulling him flush to her.
"Yes, and I want to see you dressed up." He squeezed and caressed her sides, his fingertips drawing slowly up her spine, making her shiver.
"And then I can stay."
Her dazzling smile turned him into goo, his heart beating rapidly. "Can't get enough huh?"
Her hand teased the little hairs at the back of his neck, while the other rested flat against his bare chest. "Some thing wrong with that?"
"No… just not something I'd expected from you." One of his hands moved from her waist to her shoulder and up her arm, his expression reading uncertain.
Pulling back slightly at the look in his eyes, Sara raised a questioning eye. "What would you expect?"
"Honestly?" Greg asked, his eyes going to the far wall uncomfortably when she squeezed the back of his neck in encouragement. "Brush off… rejection, before the last few days you wouldn't even bring a glance my way without rolling your eyes."
Sara sighed, her eyes dropping between them. "Well, honestly… up until a few weeks ago I felt that…" She answered truthfully lifting her eyes to his, her hand caressing his cheek. "That night I came here, and we talked, that all changed. I saw you… the real you." She let her words sink in before adding sheepishly. "I almost kissed you that night."
Greg pulled back a bit more giving her an odd look, his mind replaying said night. "…no."
"Yes." Sara nodded chuckling slightly at his bewildered look. "You kissed me here…" She pointed to the middle of her forehead before leaning in and demonstrating her actions, her lips pressing into the corner of his mouth like before, his eyes closing at the sudden memory. "And I kissed you there… I was tempted to then but chickened out. Then Ecklie did what he did and there you were waiting for me on my floor… an hour later I had you in my arms… six hours later I was in yours and the temptation was overwhelming…" She grinned, tracing his lower lip. "Once I did it…" Sara stepped closer nearly flush with him again, her hands cupping his cheeks, keeping his eyes with hers. "I don't want to ever stop."
Heart soaring from her every word, Greg pulled her into him, capturing her lips in a smoldering kiss. Their lips and tongues tangled heatedly before he pulled back, panting heavily. "Ok put your shirt on. I want to take you out even more now."
Sighing happily, she reluctantly stepped back, bending down to pick up her dropped shirt. "Ok but after this date, I'm coming back here."
"Fine by me. Now go slip in and dress and heels and I will see you in four hours." Seeing the desire in her eyes, he felt a frissom of heat cascade through him.
"Four hours…ok."
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