AN: And here is the second one shot in this little mini-series. Not really much plot in this one either, to be honest, but hopefully you'll still like it!

Thanks to WalkerTRngr for the beta help

Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to CSI

A Dream Come True

As consciousness slowly returns, Sara feels a smile spread on her face.

That was some dream.

Sure, she was extremely sexually frustrated this morning, and yeah, she has the occasional sex dream about Grissom, but this was… next level, IMAX, surround sound, the hills are alive. She could practically feel him inside her, smell his unique scent.

She's going to get a lot of use out of this one…

Stretching, she absentmindedly notes that she's a little sore in spots she's not usually sore in, but doesn't linger on that thought. She's about to roll onto her back, to check if it's time to get up or if she can enjoy a bit of a lazy afternoon, when a warm hand lands on her hip, and she freezes.

"Morning."

Her brain starts whirring about a hundred miles an hour, because that's Grissom's voice. Which means that the hand now sliding down her thigh is also Grissom's, and the mouth now placing warm, wet kisses on her shoulder is as well, and – oh God – the morning wood nudging her butt too.

It wasn't a dream?

Her silence must be alerting him to something not being quite right, because his hand – which is now trailing back up her leg, fingertips just brushing the inside of her thigh – pauses about halfway. "Is… something wrong?"

Mentally shaking her head, she tries to slot the images she thought were a dream into reality. She can't tell him she thought it was a dream, so… "Sorry, not quite awake yet," she finally gets out.

"Oh." He seems to consider whether to push, probably sensing that it's not the entire truth, but apparently decides against it, because he continues his exploration along her leg, making her shiver. "So… is this OK?"

Finally getting with the program, Sara arches her back against him a little, earning a groan. "More than OK."

"Good," he murmurs against the skin of her shoulder before placing a soft kiss there.

Turning her head as far as she can, she seeks out his mouth, and he happily obliges, the kiss deep and wet right from the start. His hand continues north, just barely brushing over her curls before sliding along the soft skin of her stomach to palm one breast, and she pushes against his touch.

At first, he doesn't move, fingers just gently squeezing, but then his thumb flicks over her nipple before starting to circle it, the rough pad of the finger and occasional rasp of his nail making her breathing pick up, and soon she needs to break the kiss to gasp for air.

"Mmm, feels so good."

Grissom hums against her throat before nipping lightly at the skin under her chin, making her whimper. His hand continues its ministrations on her breast, making a warm glow spread throughout her body, and she reaches behind her blindly, her blunt nails finding his thigh. It pulls a low hiss from him, and he presses against her, which in turn makes her arch against him in an attempt to get even closer.

She lets her mind go blank, focusing her entire being, every single sense, on him, and the feel of his body against her. His hand moves from one breast to the other, giving it equal attention by squeezing, then tweaking and twirling her nipple between his fingers until she's panting and desperately pushing against him, needing more, anything, everything.

When his hand slides back down her stomach, she automatically moves one leg to give him better access, letting out a relieved whimper when he finally reaches his goal, one long finger sliding right into her wet heat.

He presses a kiss just behind her ear and then traces the shell with his tongue. "Nice to know I don't need your little… vibrating friend to get you ready for me."

Sara lets out a half-strangled laugh. "Oh, definitely not."

Another finger joins the first, sliding deep inside her and curling up just right, and her nails dig into his thigh for a moment. Not that he seems to mind – his response is a low growl before his teeth graze along the tendon in her throat, down to her shoulder, where she's almost certain he leaves a mark.

For an infinite moment, all there is, is his fingers inside her, sliding and curling, his thumb occasionally brushing against her clit, his mouth teasing her shoulder, neck and throat. Part of her wants to be a more active participant, but another part doesn't care at all because it just feels so good. She would slide a hand between them to wrap around him if he wasn't so tightly pressed against her, but she has to settle for urging him on with moans and gasps, digging her nails into his thigh or hip whenever something feels extra good.

Then, suddenly, Grissom disappears, and she blinks her eyes open with a frown. Half turning, she finds him leaning over the nightstand, and before she has a chance to do anything else, he turns back to her, a condom in one hand. After rolling it on, he moves closer behind her again, gently lifting her leg to rest over his thigh.

"Is this OK, or do you want…" he starts, and she nods.

"This is good."

She's actually never tried this exact position before – sex from behind with other partners has always been doggy style or, once, up against the wall in the shower – but so far, everything has felt amazing, so she's pretty sure she's going to enjoy this too.

Leaning in to kiss her, he slides the head of his dick along her slit once, twice, bumping against her clit and making her jerk a little. She tries to arch against him to pull him inside her, but the position doesn't really allow for that. Breaking the kiss, he tuts at her. "Patience, my dear."

"You're a tease," Sara half-complains, gasping when he does the same move again, lingering a little longer on her clit this time.

"And you're impatient," he counters, nipping at her shoulder. "You think I could make you come like this?"

As if to prove his point, he pushes harder against her clit, making shivers run through her. "I wouldn't rule it out," she bites out through gritted teeth.

"Hmm, maybe an experiment for another time," he muses, moving to push just the head inside her.

"Mmm, good plan."

Thinking he's finally going to thrust all the way in, she pushes against him, but instead, he pulls out, sliding along her slit again and making her whimper when he once more finds her clit.

"I love the sounds you make," Grissom murmurs in her ear, repeating the movement and biting her earlobe gently. "I love knowing that they're all because of me."

She has every intention of making some witty remark, but he picks that moment to plunge all the way inside her, as deep as he can go in the position they're in, which is plenty, and instead, she gasps at the wonderful intrusion.

He pauses when he's buried to the hilt, his now free hand moving up her leg to splay across her stomach, holding her to him.

"I bet I could get some interesting sounds out of you too," she says eventually, still slightly breathless, when her brain starts working again.

He chuckles behind her, sliding his hand higher to find her breast, and pinches her nipple lightly at the same time as he pulls out and thrusts back in. "I have no doubt of that, honey." Honey… he called her that earlier, she remembers now. She decides she likes it. "You'll have to show me later."

Those are the last words spoken for a long while, as he starts moving in earnest, his hand trailing all over her body, never staying in one place long – from one breast to the other, up to her throat and down along her arm, in between her legs and down her thigh, over and over again, all to the steady rhythm of their bodies coming together.

It doesn't take long for the pressure to build inside Sara, and he keeps her teetering on the edge for what feels like forever, teasing her clit until her vaginal muscles start just barely spasming around him, and then abandoning it.

She's about ready to cry – whether out of pleasure or a lack of release, she's not sure – when she hears a clicking sound and then something vibrating.

"What… what are you…" she half-asks, twisting around as best she can to meet his eyes.

"You seemed to enjoy this on its own earlier, so I figured why not try a combination," he replies through slightly gritted teeth, bringing the bullet vibrator around to rest just above her hip.

She's never had a partner use any kind of sex toy while they're actually having sex. Some – like Hank – would probably have considered it a personal failure. Not that he cared much about her having a good time, anyway.

All thoughts of other men – actually, all thoughts, period – fly out of her head when the vibrating silicone makes contact with her already sensitive clit, and she cries out immediately.

"That's it, honey, come on, let go for me."

She doesn't really need the words – Grissom clicks the button once more, upping the intensity of the vibrations, at the same time as he pulls out and thrusts back inside her, with just a little more force, and she's flying into oblivion, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her.

She's vaguely aware that he keeps moving inside her, and just as her orgasm starts abating, he lets out a very uncharacteristic 'fuck' and freezes inside her, pulsing with his own release.

He holds onto her as they both come back down, mouth pressed to her shoulder and one arm tight around her waist, a few fingers slowly caressing the skin he can reach.

"Wow," he breathes out after a few minutes.

She covers his hand with her own, and he turns his to interlace their fingers. "Unexpected?" she asks, teasing, and he chuckles.

"Unexpected… amazing… incredible… mind blowing…" he repeats his words from earlier, kissing his way up her shoulder and along her throat in between, finishing off with a soft, slow kiss to her lips.

"That about sums it up," Sara agrees quietly when he pulls back, the look in his eyes almost too much for a moment.

"I am so incredibly glad that I interrupted you earlier," he says, voice heavy with emotion.

"Me too."