Title:           Unquenchable Desire

 

Author:       Ann and Anya

        

Rating:       NC-17 for adult content.

 

Keywords:  Angst, GSR, Sexual content.

 

Spoilers:     None.

 

Summary:   Grissom, Sara, and a car wash.  Let the games begin!

 

Disclaimer: If we did own them, they’d never have any time to solve crimes, that’s for sure.

 

Archive:      Only with the express permission of one of the authors.

 

Return to A Beautiful Game

 

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“Sara, are you trying to drive me crazy?”

 

Sara stopped playing with the switch on the door and glanced over at the man behind the wheel.

 

“I’m just trying to get some of this dirt off the window.”

 

She pressed her fingers against the glass and made the window slide down again.  Some of the mud caked on the outside flaked off, but as she raised it again, her view of the outside was still obscured by a dark brown smear.

 

“Next time, Gris…don’t park by the big mud puddle.”

 

He stopped at a red light and took the opportunity to sigh in her direction.  “I didn’t know that everybody and their mothers were going to drive by and splash mud on the car.”

 

She depressed the power window button again, but this time he found the controls on his door and stopped her progress. 

 

“Just leave it alone.  I’ll stop at the first car wash I see.”

 

She refrained from playing with the windows, instead re-reading her notes on the crime scene they had come from.   He ran the windshield wipers again, spraying washer fluid on the glass and watching the blades go back and forth.

 

It only made it worse.  

 

He finally spotted a car wash and put his turn signal on.  Their bodies bounced in the seats as the Tahoe jumped in and out of the potholes covering the lot.

 

“You would have picked the most run-down car wash in Vegas.”

 

“Hey…water is water.  Or do you like the mud better?”

 

After making a face in his direction, she smiled and unbuckled her seat belt, digging her hand into the pocket of her jeans.  When she pulled her hand out and opened her fingers, she revealed the 3 quarters, a nickel, and 2 pennies that were resting on her palm.  “How much is it?”

 

“I don't know yet.”  He raised his elbow and nodded his head in the direction of the console.  “I've got some change in there.”

 

She pushed the black button, releasing the lid, and allowing her to open the console. 

 

Sixteen additional quarters were now in her possession.  She reached for another when the car jerked again, sending her head careening into his shoulder.  “Ouch!  Damn, Grissom…”

 

“Sorry.”  He stopped in front of the options menu and laughed when he saw her re-buckling her seat belt.  “How much do we have?”

 

“Four dollars and seventy-five cents in quarters.  If you need more, you can get them yourself…I'm not moving. This place is dangerous.”

 

“Suit yourself…”  He rolled down the muddied window and began reading over the options.  “Well…it looks like we can get everything except the hot wax.”

 

“Just our luck.” 

 

His eyes met hers and he pursed his lips, attempting to stifle a grin.  He reached his hand out and she placed the change in it, grazing her fingers across his wrist.  From just an innocent touch, he felt the familiar heat taking over his body.   He pulled back reluctantly and turned away, extending his arm out of the car.  After dropping the quarters into the machine and selecting the ‘Super Clean’ option, he guided the SUV through the open doors of the wash.

 

He put it in park when he saw the faint glow of a stop sign in front of him and felt the front tire hit the metal obstruction, holding the SUV in place.  Much of the light in the tunnel diminished as the doors in front and behind the car creaked closed.  They sat in silence for a moment, not sure what they were anticipating.  Sara shifted in her seat, trying to see through the soiled side window.

 

“This reminds me of something out of the Twilight Zone.”  Her voice was full of seriousness, and she smacked his arm when he began to hum the theme under his breath.  “I'm serious, Grissom.  This is creepy.  Where the hell is the wat--?”  Before she could finish, jets of pounding water assaulted the windows, causing the car to rock in place.

 

She gripped the dash in an exaggerated attempt to steady herself.  “See?  Dangerous.”

 

He felt his laughter hit, something that he had been doing a lot more of the last few weeks.  The same last few weeks that he had partnered himself up with Sara on most cases.  He was sure that the two were related.  “Sara…it's a car wash.  With water…and soap…”  He paused to smile at the look on her face as the soaped up rollers descended upon the car, shutting even more light out.  “And big blue brushes.  Everything that's happening…”  He gestured to the window.  “…is supposed to happen.”

 

“You think you're funny, don't you?”

 

“I try.”

 

She faced her window again, not wanting him to get the satisfaction of seeing how amused she was by their light banter.  Her eyes were drawn to a clump of stubborn mud that was clinging to life before being whisked away by the final rinse cycle.  The jets of water finally came to a slow stop, and the small beads of liquid covering the car were now the only evidence of the vehicle's wash.

 

Both Grissom and Sara watched as the sign ahead of them changed from red to green and ‘Thank you for using On The Spot Car Wash’ flickered upon it.  Grissom switched the Tahoe into drive and waited for the doors to open. 

 

They didn't. 

 

Sara titled her head to gauge his reaction.  She could see his eyes closing slightly under his furrowing brow.

 

“Is this supposed to happen?” 

 

“Shush.  The doors are probably just jammed.”  He put the car back in park, reached for the handle and cracked the door slightly before turning back to her.  “Let me go see if I can figure out what's wrong.”

 

“You want your kit?”

 

He answered her with the most serious glare he could muster.  Holding onto the car door to keep his footing, he stepped out onto the slick pavement.  After gaining his balance, he took a tentative step forward, stopping when he felt a few drops of water splash onto his head.  He shook the water off and ran his fingers through his hair, ready to continue forward.  There wasn't much to prepare him for the next onslaught of water that hit.  His eyes rolled upwards when he heard a low grumbling echo through the tight space.  Before he could take a step backwards, towards the dry sanctuary of the Tahoe, he felt it…a strong stream of water attacked his side, almost knocking him down.  He darted back to the cracked driver's side door, ducking an over-sized sponge that was aiming for his head.  Getting back inside the SUV, Grissom noticed that he was, actually, spared…all of the jets were now kicking back on, soaking the entire car again.  He sighed and wiped the water from his eyes when he noticed muffled sounds coming from beside him.  Sara.

 

She couldn't stifle her giggles.  It was no use.  When she saw Grissom getting pounded by water, the laughter took over her body.  She had hoped to regain some composure by the time he got back in the car, but it was an impossible task.  The look on his face was priceless.  And the curls that were now plastered to his forehead were quite sexy.  When she saw him turn in his seat to watch her, she cupped her hand tighter onto her mouth.

 

“Are you laughing?”  She was shaking her head furiously as the audibly choked laughter snuck through her fingertips.  “At me?  You're laughing at me?”

 

She removed the hand from her mouth, and the pounding water mixed with her eruption of laughter to fill Grissom's ears with a beautiful harmony.  “Can't…breathe…”

 

“Good.”  He wasn't sure if he was still hiding his grin, but he was almost at the point where he didn't mind, either way.

 

“You're…wet.”  She pointed at him and stated the obvious.  Her breathing was starting to slow, but her face was still red and her eyes filled with tears of amusement.

 

“Glad to know that you're investigative skills are still as sharp as ever, Miss Sidle…”

 

“Don't tell me…that if it were me in your situation…that you wouldn't be laughing at me expense.”

 

“Hmm…you might be right.  But, I might need to perform an experiment to see for sure.”

 

“What?”  She could see the sly look on his face and it scared her a bit.  What was he planning?  She saw his hand move leisurely to the panel of buttons on the side of his door.  He was smiling now.  Widely. 

 

No. 

 

He wouldn't. 

 

Sara watched in horror as he applied pressure with his forefinger, and then she felt a bit of liquid pelting against her face.  She felt as thought she was moving in slow motion, grasping for the right button as the window crept lower and lower.

 

When she finally located it, she frantically punched the switch, trying to get her window to go up, but it was no use.  He kept his finger firmly on the driver's side control, negating her efforts.  Water flew in, splashing on her face and chest.  She heard a chuckle from his side of the car and it set her off.  

 

He was enjoying this. 

 

Unbuckling her seat belt, she lunged at him, fingers blindly groping for the controls as she tried to blink the water out of her eyes.  Her soaked breast brushed his arm, and she smiled to herself as he drew in his breath.  Water rushed in again as she pressed the wrong button, lowering the driver’s window.  He yelped as the cold liquid hit his head and he swiftly raised both windows to end the deluge.  She shifted her body, wiping water from her face with one hand as she steadied herself with the other.  When she could see again, she realized that she was sitting on his lap, one arm thrown around his shoulders. 

 

He stiffened in his seat, taken back by the brunette beauty in his arms.  Her cream colored shirt was drenched, and his eyes involuntarily focused in on her areolas, dark circles clearly visible through the fabric.  During their brief struggle, her shirt had been pushed up, exposing her flat midriff.  The chill from the cool liquid had caused both gooseflesh to arise on her stomach and her nipples to tighten against the drenched cloth.  He managed to stop staring at her body, dragging his eyes up to meet hers. 

 

Her brown hair was plastered to her face, and he reflexively reached up, plucking the damp locks off her skin and tucking them behind her ear.  When he was done, he cupped one clammy cheek, caressing it with his thumb.  He noted her breathing quickening and saw her lips part slightly.  His own respiration began to change, becoming more rapid as he noticed that her head seemed to be getting closer to his.  He realized she was leaning into him, and he was leaning into her.  Some part of his mind told him to stop, but he found he couldn’t as their mouths were drawn together. 

 

His lips were slippery, covered with water from the car wash.  She felt his arm tighten around her waist and his hand slide from her cheek into her hair as she tilted her head, keeping her pressure feather light.  After wanting him for so long, she didn’t want to scare him off.  He surprised her by deepening the kiss himself, parting his lips and nudging her with his tongue.  Her mouth opened more out of shock than anything else.  He ran the rough muscle over the small gap in her teeth before seeking out her tongue, inviting it to dance.  She felt the hand that was tangled in her hair trace a path down her neck, over her arm and then down to her hip, resting half on her wet jeans and half on her bare skin. 

 

His mind was overwhelmed with sensation.  Her fingers dug into his hair, massaging his scalp as she continued to kiss him.  His thumb was skimming across the skin on her stomach, skin he had never been allowed to see, much less touch, before now.  He had been granted access to her mouth, and he eagerly accepted her gift.  Her back arched as he slid his hand up, bringing his warm palm in contact with her chilled skin.  Against his better judgment, his hand moved higher, pushing up her shirt, until it touched the edge of her bra. 

 

She groaned against his lips as she felt his fingers encounter the soft flesh of her breasts.  Just before he reached the tight little nubs that were screaming for his attention, he suddenly pulled back, retreating to the safety of her stomach.  Without thinking, she brought his hand back to her chest, pressing it into her bosom.  He froze for a moment, until she wantonly thrust herself against him, silently begging him to touch her.  He kneaded the soft mound with light pressure, letting the heel of his hand brush against her nipple, the friction making it even harder.  She wanted him to remove the cloth barriers between her skin and his, and as soon as the thought entered her mind, she felt him abandon his task to lift up her shirt, exposing her white bra.  Without breaking from their kiss, he pushed the cup down, freeing her breast.  It was only then that he removed his mouth from hers, gazing into her eyes for a moment before lowering his head to the erect nub, laving it with his tongue as he applied gentle suction to her flesh.   

 

He relished the taste of her skin, angling his head so that he could see her face.  Her head was thrown back, her lips were parted and her tongue was protruding out of the corner of her mouth.   The water was still pounding against the glass.  He heard her moan his given name; her voice was rough, giving him auditory evidence of the pleasure he was giving her.  He rubbed her stomach, his hand hovering around the edge of her jeans.  She was squirming underneath him, causing his fingers to inch closer to the heat at her junction.  Keeping an eye on her, watching for any sign of objection, he let his hand glide over her crotch, barely applying any pressure.  She bucked into him, gripping the steering wheel. 

 

“Oh…Gil…oh…”

 

He continued to flick her nipple with his tongue as he held pressed his hand against her. He didn’t move, just letting her grind her pelvis against his palm.  With the thick denim between them, he couldn’t tell if he was hitting her clit, but as her movements sped up and her moans became louder and louder, he assumed he was stimulating her somehow.

 

She could hardly believe this was happening.  She was in a car, stuck in a car wash, with her supervisor, who was driving her crazy with only a hand between her legs and his mouth on her breast.  Her body was responding.  She wondered if he could feel how wet she was, even through her cotton underwear and her jeans.  Her lower body moved wildly.  She cried out his name again and again, begging him not to stop.  She felt his teeth bite down gently on her erect nipple and bucked her hips one last time, her neck curving back as she grunted an incomprehensible syllable. 

 

He leaned back in his seat, his hand still covering her core, amazed at what had just happened.  Sara Sidle was sprawled out on his lap, almost fully clothed.  Her eyes were half-shut and her mouth hung open.  She was still panting and her cheeks were tinged with pink.  Her breast, as well, had a reddish tint as a result of his ministrations.  She shifted one last time against his palm, sighing and running her tongue over her lower lip as he withdrew it.  He gently pulled up her bra cup, letting the soft mound of flesh slip inside.  Then he tugged down her shirt, covering up her exposed skin. At this point, she sat up straighter, pressing her forehead to his. 

 

“Why don’t you take me home?” she murmured.    

 

His heart sank.  What was she saying?  Was she sorry this happened?  He closed his eyes and tried to think of something to say.

 

Her mind began to clear slowly as she recovered from her orgasm.  She managed to lift her heavy lids, expecting to meet his gaze.  She was surprised to find his eyes shut.  He almost looked…sad.  Was he sorry this happened?  She felt ashamed suddenly at the way she had behaved. 

 

“What’s wrong?”  Her voice was soft.  She halfway hoped he didn’t hear her, because she really didn’t know if she wanted him to respond.  Averting her eyes down, she thought she located the cause of his distress.  There was a rather sizable mass protruding out from between his legs, distorting his pants. She had forgotten that she was wiggling on his lap, and that, hopefully, she was arousing him as much as he was stimulating her.  She kissed his cheek as she ran a finger over the bulge, causing him to gasp. 

 

His jaw dropped as he watched her slender fingers slowly pull down his zipper and undo the button on his fly.  It wasn’t until she had slipped the waistband of his boxers over his erection that he fully comprehended what was going on.

 

She was touching him.  She was going to touch him.  She wanted to touch him. 

 

Her hand was warm.  When she glanced up to look in his eyes, he saw…desire.  Longing.  So when she let go of him and carefully got up out of his lap, crawling back to her side and kneeling in her seat, it confused him.  Before he could say anything, though, she leaned over, one hand on the bottom of the steering wheel and the other on his leg.  He saw her head move down and nearly yelped when her lips made contact with him.  With one hand still on the wheel, she used her free one to guide him into her mouth.

 

The console jabbed in her stomach, and her body was bent at an odd angle, but she didn’t care.  The sight and the feel of his member, firm and throbbing, because she had been sitting on his lap, because he had been touching her and arousing her, made her want him even more.  She couldn’t wait until they got to her place, and she was fairly sure he couldn’t either.  She had never really liked performing fellatio, but this time it was different.  This time it was him.  His flesh felt hot as she took it in, tasting the bit of pre-cum on the tip. 

 

He rested a hand on her back, rubbing gently as she moved her head up and down slowly.  He wanted to touch her head, just to touch her, to run his fingers through her hair, but he refrained, not wanting her to think he was trying to control her.  In his work as a coroner, he had seen many naked bodies.  He knew that he was pretty average.  He wondered what she thought; if he would be able to please her when he plunged into her depths.  The light suction she was applying as she caressed him with her lips made it difficult for him to hold on.  His erection had been growing as soon as she sat in his lap, and he was so close to exploding. 

 

“Sara…I…I’m almost…oh…”

 

She lifted her head, raising her head so it was level with his.  His eyes were glazed over and his cheeks were a delightful shade of red. 

 

“Come for me,” she whispered.  Not waiting for his response, she lowered her head again, sucking forcefully.   She felt his hand grip her shirt and heard him whimper her name as he emptied himself into her mouth.  She swallowed everything he gave her, noting that he tasted faintly like mint.  She sat up, ignoring the slight pain in her back.   Catching sight of his face, she thought that she had never seen a more beautiful man in her life. 

 

He just stared at her, specifically her lips, amazed that those lips – the ones he had dreamt about for so long – had just been on his body.  He reached out and caressed them with his thumb.  She stuck out her tongue and licked his fingertip, causing him to exhale softly.  He watched as she re-dressed him with the same care he had used.  When their eyes met again, she smiled. 

 

“Will you take me home now?”

 

“Um…we have to drop the evidence off at the lab…um…but…yeah.”

 

She nodded, licking her lips, savoring the taste of him.  “And we have to get the doors to…”  As she turned her head to look at the exit, she noticed that the doors were open.

 

“That's…interesting.” He raised a finger off of the steering wheel to gesture to the open door in front of them.

 

“Yeah.  Maybe this place isn't so bad, after all.”  She turned around, looking out the back window.  “There's no line.  Guess no one minded that we were in here so long.  Plus, we got a free wash out of it.”

 

“Is that what they're calling it now?”  He blushed slightly at his own remark and grinned as he watched her settle back into her seat and rest her hand on his thigh.

 

“They might, actually, do more business if they locked people in here more often.”  She chuckled softly.  “I think I know of at least two people that will be coming back.”

 

“Do you, now?”  He shifted the car into drive and pulled out into the bright sunlight.  Hitting a familiar pothole in the parking lot sent her hand further up his thigh, and he groaned under his breath at the sensation.  He softly grasped her hand in his and brought them both to rest on his knee. 

 

She looked up one last time at the worn car wash sign and a broad smile appeared on her face.  Squeezing his hand to get his attention, she spoke softly, her voice laden with arousal.  “I hope you plan on speeding.”

 

“I do.”

 

They were both silent until Sara spoke up, pointing to a drugstore just up to the right. 

 

“Could we stop here first?”

 

“Uh…yeah.”  He pulled into the parking lot and watched her get out. 

 

“I’ll be right back.”

 

“Okay.”

 

He found himself gazing at her as she crossed the lot, entering the store.  Part of him was still in shock.  Sara Sidle had touched him.  He had touched her.  And now…unless he was reading her incorrectly…they were going to her place…to make love.  He took a deep breath.  She was so beautiful…so…young.  No.  Not that young.  He didn’t know why he was still so insecure.  She was obviously attracted to him.  She wanted this.  She wanted him.  He just hoped he could please her.

 

She returned to the car, holding a small bag in her lap.  It wasn’t until he had made it to the CSI parking lot and he glanced over at it again that he realized what it probably was.  His heart began to race.  It only made everything more real.  She left it in the car as they went in to drop off the evidence.

 

“Damn, Gris. What happened to you two?”

 

He froze in response to Nick’s question.  What was he talking about?  Was his fly open?

 

“Oh, we got the car all muddy and, of course, Gris finds the most run down car wash around to get it clean, and then…it’s a long story.”  Sara leaned in close and lowered her voice.  “We were lucky to get out alive.”

 

The Texan chuckled and shook his head as he walked past.  Of course, Grissom thought.  They were wet.  After taking care of business, they met again in the locker room. 

 

She put on her jacket and played with her keys.  She couldn’t understand why she was so nervous.  It was obvious he was interested in her.  That he wanted this.  After checking to make sure no one was around, she walked up to him and took his elbow, relishing in the look he gave her when she touched him. 

 

“I’ll…um…get my car and go home.  You’ll…meet me there?”

 

He nodded solemnly, and it made her smile.  Her stomach was full of butterflies as she drove home, getting more and more irritated with each stoplight that stood in her way.   Once home, she barely had time to straighten up the mess on her desk before there was a tentative knock at the door.   Her heart began to race as she opened it up and saw him standing there, the bag from the drugstore in his hands.  She stepped aside to let him in.

 

He walked past her and couldn’t stand it any longer.  As soon as the door was shut, he leaned in to kiss her, brushing his lips against hers softly, giving her the chance to pull away if she had changed her mind.  He felt her body press against his and despite the fact that he had come only a short time ago, his body responded to her.  The bag crinkled as he wrapped both arms around her. 

 

She stepped backwards slowly, retaining her hold on him, deepening the kiss and offering him her tongue.  Her breasts rubbed against his chest with each step.  She could feel his arousal slowly building, bumping against her body as they moved.  Finally, their legs hit the edge of her bed, and she relinquished his lips.   

 

She kicked off her shoes and removed her socks, and he followed suit.  Once in his bare feet, he stood nervously at the side of her bed, eyes periodically glancing upon it, still not quite able to fathom that they would be there in a moment.  On her bed.  Together.  He would be inside of her.  Making love to her.  He was startled out of his thoughts when her hand cupped his cheek, tenderly. 

 

“You okay?”

 

“Yes.  Very okay.”  He smiled and kissed her palm, allowing his tongue to snake out and touch her skin.  Her other hand was resting on his chest, rubbing slowly across the damp material.  “I'm still wet.”

 

“Mmm.  Me too.”  She watched him blush and felt the heat rise to her own face.  Never before had she anticipated being with a man so much.  Their bodies were about to express what their voices hadn't yet gained the courage to do…love each other.  Love?  Did he love her?  She shook her head, telling herself that that didn't matter right now.  He cared.  She knew that much…and that would be enough at this moment.   

 

“Sara?  Are you still with me?”  A smile crossed his face, but he knew it was weak, at best.  He had been watching her features fall though a myriad of emotions…none of which he could quite decipher.  Maybe he was rushing this and she was afraid to say something.  Maybe she didn't want to make love to a man unless she was in love with that man. 

 

Maybe she didn't love him. 

 

That was a possibility, wasn't it?  He assumed…in the car…but, that didn't necessarily mean love.  He loved her, though…and his mind, for years, had been consumed with dreams of showing her just how much.  But, this was no longer a dream.  This was reality.  Right now Sara's actions and feelings couldn't be controlled by a toss or a turn or by squeezing his eyes shut tighter.  Everything from this point on was going to be up to her.

 

“I am…with you.”  She moved her hand to his chin, directing his eyes to hers.  “I want to be with you.  Please…now.”  Her fingers reached around his neck, tightening in his curls, pulling him towards her. 

 

Their mouths meshed together, as if one was made only for the other. He tossed the bag in the general direction of her nightstand, at the moment not really caring where it landed.  He deepened the kiss further, pushing his tongue against hers as he felt her undoing the buttons of his shirt.  He could feel her touching more and more of his skin as the buttons were loosened.  The shirt was pushed off of his shoulders after her task was complete, and she relinquished his mouth to move to his chest, sucking on small patches of skin. His fingers ran through her hair as she continued to lavish attention on his naked torso.

 

He knew he couldn't take much more…her tongue on him felt so good…too good.  Almost as if she could read his thoughts, she preceded to unbutton and unzip his pants, providing some relief to his straining erection.  She made no move to touch him yet, trailing her hands back to his chest while her mouth moved to his neck, tasting the unexplored flesh there.    Removing his hands from her hair, he teased them down her back until he reached the hem of her shirt, jerking upwards until the garment was tangled in her arms.

 

She looked up at him while she pulled her arms through the sleeves and tossed the shirt on the floor.  “Impatient, much?”

 

“I can be.”  His tongue snuck out, wetting his bottom lip.  He spoke softly.  “I just wanted to see you…again.”

 

She reached her arms around her back, unhooking the latch of her bra, and letting it fall to her feet.  “I'm here.”

 

“Yes…you are.”  He brought a shaky hand to her body, resting his palm on her chest, spreading his fingers just enough to graze the soft mounds.  Forgetting that he had wanted to take this slowly, his hand suddenly captured a breast …squeezing the flesh…lavishing her taut nipple with attention. 

 

Continuing to hold his eyes with her own, she reached blindly for his free hand and grasped it tightly, pulling his body towards her own.  He was forced to release his hold on her as their chests, then lips, collided forcefully.  His hands wandered to her bottom, pulling her to his arousal.  She groaned and bit down on his lip when she felt the strong evidence of his desire for her… 

 

“Sorry.”  She mumbled it against his mouth, gave him a soft kiss, and turned around, her back now facing him.

 

He watched her bend over the bed, reaching out for her comforter and pulling it down.  She did the same with the sheet…both coming to rest neatly at the foot of the bed.  As she raised herself back upright, she noticed that he was directly behind her…hands on her hips…lips on her neck.  He moved his mouth to her ear, tracing his tongue gently around the shell before capturing it between his teeth. 

 

“What are you doing?” he murmured.

 

“Unmaking the bed.”  She reached behind her and locked her fingers into his curls, effectively forcing him to move his ministrations to her neck.  “Grissom…that feels…oh…I can't wait any longer…”

 

Hearing how much she wanted him – wanted to be with him – set his body on fire.  His hands trailed along the waistband of her jeans until they met in front of her body…at the button.  She leaned back into his chest as he undid them, dipping his fingers slightly into her loosened pants.  When she gasped in response, he moved his hand into her panties, feeling her damp hair.  He thought he would explode right then and there. 

 

She was so wet.  For him. 

 

She had an orgasm once today.  For him. 

 

And, here she was, ready again.  For him. 

 

He ran a finger around her lips, dipping in and putting slight pressure on her clit, then pulling away again.  She was murmuring incoherently and it sent tremors throughout his body.  When he pushed into her opening, she cried out and began thrusting her hips up towards his hand.  With every thrust, her momentum caused her backside to bump his erection.  He let his chin rest on her shoulder and was surprised when she tilted her head to engulf his mouth with her own.  If he hadn't felt the same passion igniting within himself, he might have been shocked at the sensuality of the kiss.  Tongues…fingers…hips…they all moved in perfect synchronicity with one another.

 

He could feel her legs shaking against his own.  Not knowing if this was normal, or if she was on the verge of collapsing, he pushed her gently towards the edge of the bed.  She surprised him by removing her jeans and panties in one swift motion before kneeling upon the mattress…his fingers never leaving her core.  He continued to push into the depths of her body as she bucked against his hand, searching for release.  His free hand made its way down her back and across her newly exposed hip.  He held it tightly, restricting her movements, and pulled his fingers from her center.  She whimpered at the loss of contact and quickly flipped herself around to face him. 

 

“What's…wrong?” she panted breathlessly.

 

“I want to make you come, Sara.”

 

“I…you do…what are you talking…?”  When she looked down at his unbuttoned pants, hanging loosely on his hips, she didn't need to ask the question…she knew what he meant.  Even the slack of his pants couldn't hide his thick erection, prodding against the fabric.  She understood.  He wanted to make her come.  He wanted to be inside her when she came again.  And there was nothing in the world that she wanted more. 

 

“I want you inside of me.”  She paused and waited for him to meet her eyes.  He looked up, sheepishly, and gave her a small grin and a nod.

 

 “C’mere,” she said.

 

He took a small step forward, placing him within her immediate reach.  Her fingers snuck up the sides of his pants and underneath the edge of his boxers. She leaned up on the bed, giving herself leverage to push the garments down his legs…his ready member now free from obstruction.  Her hand lowered to him, giving him one long stroke before placing a quick kiss on his chest.  She backed up, positioning herself on the far end of the bed, motioning for him to join her.  He did.         

 

He met her on the end of the bed, her arms snaking around his neck…his hands in her hair.  They kissed wildly for several minutes, reveling in the sensation of their naked flesh pressed together.  She gripped his shoulders, pushing him back until he was lying flat on the bed.  Promptly crawling on top of him, she straddled his thighs, leaving his erection nudging her stomach, dangerously close to her center.  She could tell by the look on his face that he was a bit surprised by their new position, but he didn't appear to be put off by it.  “Is this okay?”

 

He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs, warming her bare skin.  “It's fine.”

 

She leaned over his body and pulled the small bag off of the nightstand. After opening the box and pulling out a single packet, she quickly discarded everything else onto the floor.  She tore the wrapper open and held the condom in one hand, stroking him gently with the other. 

 

“Mmm, Sara…”

 

“I know…believe me, I do.”  She placed the condom on the head of his member and then rolled it slowly down his shaft. 

 

His jaw tightened and his eyes rolled back.  He regained his focus when her fingers intertwined with his.  She pulled herself upwards and lowered herself onto his erection.  All of his senses were now heightened.  Her body…around his…inching onto him…slowly…taking him completely in.  She squeezed his hands tightly and he returned the pressure, assuring her that he felt this too.  Their bodies were now joined as one.

 

“God…Gris…oh…yes.”  She moved, allowing him to slide almost completely out of her before slowly returning her body back down to his.  After doing this twice, she felt him beginning to move with her…thrusting his hips gently upwards, as she descended upon him.  They were still at a fairly slow pace, wanting to memorize every touch…every movement…every sound. 

 

After several long moments of exploring each other in the new capacity, their hunger began to grow.  Sara released his hands and placed hers on his chest, allowing her to quicken her movements.  His fingers dug into her hips, using his strength to hold her steady at he plunged into her.  She squirmed atop of him, her fingers digging into his chest as she began to vocalize what she was feeling.  Her soft gibberish quickly escalated into lusty screams as she approached her climax. 

 

Her vocalized pleasure took him to a level, physically and emotionally, that he hadn't thought was possible.  As she spasmed around him, he thrust harder and deeper into her until his body gave out and he felt his own orgasm drain from him.  He released a guttural moan and collapsed back against the bed.  

 

Her body fell forward, drained of all its strength.  Her climax this time had been even more powerful than the one in the car.  He kissed her sweaty forehead and rubbed her back until she managed to lift her body off of his.  She disposed of the condom in the trashcan and lay down next to him.  For a few moments, they just stayed there, staring at the ceiling, each of them listening to their lover breathing.  Eventually, Grissom turned over on his side, nudging her to do the same.  She felt him pull the sheets up from the bottom of the bed and cover her as he scooted his body as close to hers as possible.  Her skin seemed super-sensitive after her orgasm, and the sensation of his naked form pressed up against hers was amazing.  He kissed the tender spot behind her ear and she shivered, causing him to pull the sheets up higher.

 

“Mmm…so you’re a cuddler?”

 

She felt his lips form a smile against her neck.

 

“Actually, Sara, I was just trying to get off the wet spot.”

 

She smacked his hand as it rested on her stomach.  Her eyelids felt heavy, and she gave in to the temptation to close them.  Wrapped in his warm embrace, she drifted off to sleep.

 

He felt her body relax into him.  Nuzzling his nose into her hair, he struggled to stay awake a little while longer.  He propped his head up on his free elbow and watched her as she slept, as if trying to memorize every detail of her face.  His hand roamed up and down her side.  Even now, he could hardly believe that he had really made love to her.  That Sara Sidle was his lover.  He felt happier than he had in years.  Resting his head back down next to hers, he kissed her neck one last time and let his eyes close, relishing the feel of her body, in his arms, where she belonged.

 

Fin.