Rating: NC-17... I didn't figure it would stay PG for long.
Archive: My site IrishDachsie's CSI Fanfiction. Anywhere else, ask first!!
Disclaimer: Same as always... they're not mine... no money...
Author's Note: Follow-up to MoaNO... so, I suppose this is the second installment of The Chronicles of Weevil *LOL*... which happens to be a joke started on Unbound by some very good friends... so, yeah... that said... here we go.
Summary: A second pregnancy in the Grissom household.
Chapter Forty Seven
After a two hour nap, Weevil stood at the back door with tears in his eyes. "Out."
He sniffled and looked at his father as Grissom knelt down beside of him. "Weevil, it's cold. Don't you want to stay in here where it's nice and warm?"
The young boy shook his head quickly. "Out."
"Come on, you can help me feed the bugs. Won't that be fun?"
Mikey sniffled again and looked into the backyard. "Out?"
Grissom sighed lightly as he followed his son's gaze. "Michael, it's too cold out there right now."
"Code." He quickly ran into the other room and returned with his winter jacket.
Grissom offered his son a smile as he gently shook his head. "We are not going outside tonight, Mikey."
Mikey pouted for a moment and then dropped his coat onto the floor. "Feed bugs?"
Grissom chuckled as he picked the small article of clothing up and handed it to the boy. "Go put your coat up first."
"O-tay!" He bumped into his mother's legs as he ran out of the room. "Sowwy!"
Sara smiled as she listened to his small feet race down the hall. "What's up with him?"
Grissom grinned as he stood back up. "He's going to help me feed the bugs..."
She tilted her head, the confusion showing clearly in her eyes. "And... he needs his coat for that?"
He laughed as he leaned into her and kissed her lips softly. "No. He's putting his coat back up because I made a deal with him..."
Sara shook her head in amusement as she opened the pantry door. "He wanted to go outside?"
"Mm- hm." He rested his chin on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "What are you doing?"
"Thought I'd go ahead and start dinner." She turned her head slightly and kissed his cheek. "It'll probably be ready not long after you two have finished with the creepy crawlies."
"Okay..." He glanced towards the kitchen door and furrowed his brow. "Where are the buglets?"
"Asleep..." She pulled two bags of pasta down from the shelf. "Penne or lumache?"
"Weevil isn't going to eat pasta, Sara..."
She grinned as she picked up a couple of potatoes and placed them on the counter. " Lumache or penne?"
"Daddy! I weady!"
He chuckled as he tenderly kissed her neck and took a step back. "Okay, Weevil... off we go, then."
"Lumache." He gave her a quick wink as their son grabbed his hand and began tugging him towards the hall.
With a smile on her face, she closed the pantry door.
Grissom placed a slice of apple in Mikey's hand and lifted him up. Carefully sliding the lid of the habitat open an inch, he smiled as his son dropped the fruit inside. Mikey giggled as the crickets scattered to the other side of the tank.
"I skeered 'em!"
Grissom chuckled as he set the boy down on the ground and picked up an orange. As he quickly quartered the citrus, he watched Mikey walk over to the three aquariums which were homes to the Madagascar roach colonies.
"Yeah... just like Rusty, only smaller..." He scooped a cup of dog food out of the bag and handed a section of orange to Mikey. He lifted the lid of the aquarium and poured the dog food into a small bowl in the corner.
Mikey jumped up and down in excitement, giggling as he watched the roaches scurry towards the bowl. "Day hungy!"
Grissom laughed as he lifted Mikey up. "Yes, they are. They're probably thirsty too... so, why don't you put the orange in?"
"Dis is food, nod odder."
Grissom smiled brightly at his son. "That's true, but... the roaches receive liquid nourishment from the orange." "Huh?" Mikey's eyes narrowed as he studied his father's face.
Grissom picked up another quarter of the orange and held it over the aquarium. "See... watch..."
He gently squeezed the section, allowing the juice to drip into the tank. Mikey's eyes lit up as he watched his father.
"Well, it's not exactly water... but, it serves the same purpose."
Mikey seemed to ponder that for a moment. Then, with a small shrug, he tossed his piece of orange into the aquarium. Grissom chuckled as they went through the process two more times before their tasks were finished.
"Yep!" Mikey squirmed in his father's arms.
"What do you want for dinner?"
Grissom laughed as he playfully tickled Mikey's ribs. "Why am I not surprised?"
Dinner had been as uneventful as a dinner with an excited eighteen month old could be. Sara was busy giving the toddler a bath while Grissom cleaned the kitchen quickly and then checked on the twins.
He smiled as he covered each of the boys and whispered a soft, loving 'goodnight'. Making sure that the baby monitor was on, he turned off the light and quietly closed the door.
He tilted his head and grinned as he listened to his wife reading a bedtime story to Mikey. Walking across the hall, he stepped into the boy's room and leaned against the wall. It didn't take long for his son to notice his presence.
"Hey there... you getting ready to go to sleep?"
"Yep. Mommy's weedin' me a dory. Wanna hear wif me?"
He chuckled as he made his way to the crib, leaning over and placing a tender kiss on Weevil's forehead. "I'd love to listen to Mommy's story with you."
Mikey's grin was interrupted by a deep yawn.
"Why don't you close your eyes and listen to Mommy finish the story?"
He was sleeping soundly by the time Sara finished the book.
Grissom smiled as Sara slipped into the bed next to him. "You look nice..."
She arched an eyebrow at him as she chuckled. "Gil, I'm wearing flannel..."
"You always look nice... doesn't matter what you're wearing."
"Uh-huh..." She rolled onto her side and placed her hand on his chest. "How are you feeling?"
He smiled, covering her hand with his. "Good..."
She bent her head and kissed his shoulder. "Yeah?"
"Mm- hm. It's all about knowing the facts... instead of assuming with fear. I know what's going on... I know what can be done. And... the fear is gone." His thumb casually rubbed small circles on the back of her hand. "What about you?"
"I'm good." She leaned into him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. She pulled back when she felt him shiver lightly. "It's winter, you know. You really should be wearing a shirt..."
His hand slid up her flannel-covered arm, coming to a rest on the side of her neck. His eyes darkened as he licked his lips.
"I'm not cold..."
She blushed lightly as his hand moved from her neck and began to slowly unbutton her pajama top. She inhaled sharply as his fingertip grazed her painfully erect nipple.
"Are you cold?"
She shook her head as she smiled.
He gave her a half-grin as he carefully pushed the top from her shoulders. "Then... you won't be needing this?"
Her response was swallowed with her gasp as his tongue flicked against the hardened nub. He groaned against her skin as his hand slid down her torso. Feeling his hesitation, she reached down and began sliding the flannel pants down over her hips.
He allowed her nipple to slip from his lips as he tilted his head to look into her eyes. She smiled as she removed the pajama pants and tossed them onto the floor.
Pushing the blankets off of his body, she smirked at him. "Are those coming off?"
He nodded silently and rid himself of the boxer shorts he had worn to bed. She raised an eyebrow as her finger slid along the underside of the thickening shaft.
"Yeah... you do feel good..."
He rolled his eyes as he quickly pulled her on top of him. "Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you talk too much?"
"Hm..." She ground her hips into him, effectively spreading her wetness over his erection. "My husband has said things... from time to time..."
He moaned softly, his eyes closing, as she lifted her hips and deftly guided him inside of her. His hands found her hips, his fingers pressing into her warm skin as she began to rock against him.
She placed her hand on his chest for support as she leaned forward slightly. "Move with me, Gil..."
He held on to her as he bucked his hips up towards her. He groaned as her inner walls gripped him tightly.
"God, yes... Gil... just like that, babe..."
Her fingers lightly pinched his nipple as he continued the motion, matching her thrust for thrust. Suddenly, he flipped her over onto her back and stilled his movement.
She opened her eyes to find his blue orbs gazing down at her. "Gil?"
Seeing an odd expression on her face, she lifted her hand and stroked his cheek. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head slowly and carefully withdrew his erection from her depths.
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