Category: Romance/angstyness...or is it angstiness? Know what? Neither of them are real words.
Archive: Please ask first I might say yes.
Disclaimer: I own the park, I created it in my head.
Author's Note: Thanks XxBandGeekxX, made my day. :-D And here we go folks, some much needed smut for all of you who are following this. People don't realize JUST what reviews do for me (not THAT much ;-D but enough). I open my email and I see Alert!' and I get entirely too excited. You people who take the time to respond really keep people like me writing. P.S. This is WAAAY better than writing term papers. Boo finals! Boo college!
Always: Rockin Joan and Lauren.
Summary: She reached out and traced random designs in the grainy surface, wiping them away when her arm had reached its extent, and starting over.
"Without what?" She inquired, his previous question truly confusing her.
"Without lo-" He paused in spite of himself and looked away, over at the sun dawning through the dark drapes. He traced the red glow all over the room and back to her eyes. "Without you."
She raised her eyebrow and quirked her lip seeing what he wouldn't say lingering in the pools of his eyes. Her own hands came up to scratch over her scalp. His eyes drooped and closed for a minute. When he opened them, her lips were close to his ear, preparing to say something.
"I love you." She whispered, pressing her index finger against his lips, telling him silently that he needn't say anything. "Just didn't think I could do this without saying it." She finished and removed her finger. Grissom's eyes slipped closed as he released a shaky breath. "How the hell... I'm such a lucky man." He growled, allowing his mouth to fall upon her throat.
A swift hand once again stole down her body, toying with the hem of her jeans. Giving her leeway, a last chance to stop him. She made no move to, but moaned instead, prompting his hand to unbutton and unzip his trousers. Lips vibrated as he hummed against her warm skin, licking. Sara attempted to stay as still as possible, which was proving to be increasingly difficult. Her throat emitted a groan when his lips began a detailed exploration of the flesh of her stomach.
"Gr-Griss, you're killing me." Her throat felt like the Gobi from gasping so much. He chuckled, the vibrations of it passing over her nerve endings. Her hands pushed on his shoulders, but he refused to budge. She shoved again and he chuckled again. She too laughed, but shifted her weight, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and flipped them over.
Grissom was stunned at her strength, but grinned none-the-less, she shucked her own pants and straddled him. Her hair was wild and skin pink when she smiled down at him. She had never looked so beautiful. His hands rested gently on her hips, toying with the scrap of fabric there.
"We're really gonna do this, huh?" His thumbs entered the equation and brushed over her hipbone. Gazing up at her with adoration, he slipped his index fingers under the straps at her waist.
"Well, that's up to you." She stated, stilling the hands on his shoulders, smiling down at him, a few stray hairs clinging to her wet lips.
"To me?" Since when had the decision become his, he wondered. Then, his mind was taken back to a time in which she had asked him to dinner and he had refused. She had then made it clear she knew exactly how to handle things between the two of them, but was patient enough to admit that she was waiting for him.
"Uh huh." She nodded, the hair becoming free and floating about in front of her face before settling haphazardly on top of the other unruly strands. She almost wanted to cross her hands over her chest to prove that she was incredibly serious about what was happening. He knew that it was a serious situation and the entire balance of their relationship rested in his answer.
His hands grasped her hips and flipped them over quickly, a move that she had taken the initiative on earlier. Her eyes were wide under him, surprised at his action.
"You'd... like to continue. Interesting." She winked at him and then looked down, in between them. "Perhaps we should remove your pants then."
"That would be a necessary step, yes." His smile was dazzling as he sat up. She took sat up, drawing her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, running her fingers slowly through his hair. He returned her kiss, running his tongue forcefully over hers. She broke off the kiss, shifting herself our from under him, as he turned and fell on his back, allowing him to remove his pants. He tossed them on a chair in the corner, turned back to her quickly and pulled her back down to him. "I'm all about the procession." He said, once more claiming her lips.
He finally managed to unhook her bra, reaching around her back and undoing the clasp. He slid the straps down her arms so slowly she wanted to scream. He tossed it somewhere and set to work on removing her panties. She lifted her hips after a minute and he pulled the scrap of fabric off, tossing it in the general direction of the bra.
Grissom paused and let his eyes sweep over her naked body. His eyes darkened just a fraction and he swept his fingers once again over her hipbone. She waited for him to get his fill, but it took longer than she had expected. Then again, she thought, he was an investigator and was surely mapping the planes of her body with his eyes. For a minute he simply lay, learning every freckle, every scar that he could decipher amongst the shadows playing over her skin.
Sara began to feel slightly self-conscious, and she made a move to sit up. Grissom's hand came out to settle on her hips more firmly and stilled her. She looked at him with a questioning gaze. "Let me look at you honey. You're so, you're so..."
Sara smiled, suddenly quite embarrassed. "You gonna window shop all day or are you planning to purchase?" She quipped, balling up the bedspread in her fist.
"I fully intend to purchase." Grissom said, pausing and looking at her, his brow creased tightly. "I hate to think of this now but..."
"Oh, uh, the pill."
It was all the explanation he needed.
He grinned, and slowly turned them both over, his hand smoothing down her back as he laid her out bare on the bed. He moved in for a quick kiss, giving her the advantage so she could slide her hands down and divest him of his boxers. She paused a moment and squeezed his cheeks, eliciting a startled glance from him. Sara quirked her lip, knowingly doing it again, making him smile as well.
Sara licked her lips and they paused. He gave her a tender look, raising a brow at her to give her one last out, a chance to back out. All she did was close her eyes and smile. His thumb swept over her cheek, and she opened her eyes; he kissed her slowly, spending moments mapping her mouth, pulling at her lips and tongue. She sighed into his mouth as his lips pulled slowly away.
"Open your eyes Sara." He whispered, his breath cascading over her face. She did, and was met with an incredibly intense stare. "I, I can't get enough of you." He whispered, then pushed slowly into her.
She gasped and clenched her eyes shut, bordering on cringing. Sara blew quick breaths out of her mouth, breathing in shakily.
"Sara, Sara open your eyes." He whispered, shakily as well. Slowly, she heeded to his request, her eyes tearful when she looked up at him. A tiny smile played on her lips, then she blew another steadying breath out between her moist lips.
"What's wrong?" He asked, positively still-still and worried-over her. She wanted to tell him all of the thoughts that she was thinking, the true emotions that were coursing through her. They were threatening to spill from her already, though she knew that they would halt the moment, that her words would frighten him away.
"Nothing, nothing." She replied, shaking it off, suppressing her words with a smile. He too smiled, looking at her for one more moment before he kissed her once again and began to move.
A moan caught in her throat, and her hands came up to claw at his back. He gasped at this, allowing his hands to tangle in her hair. Her eyes were everywhere but his. So he stared at her face, willing her silently to look at him as he moved within her.
Suddenly, he stopped, flipping them over, draping her over his body.
"Sara." He pressed, somewhat forcefully. "Tell me what's wrong. And don't tell me nothing's wrong. I can see it in your eyes."
"It's just... just baggage." She tried to pass it off as nothing.
"Then let me carry it. I'm a gentleman." He squeezed her and winked.
"Griss, I don't-"
"Sara, I love you."
"-think that, what?"
"I love you Sara." He too tried to pass it off in nonchalance, as if his heart didn't feel two tons lighter.
"Well. She said, incredibly surprised that he had allowed himself to utter the words. He waited for her response and when she didn't offer one he became frightened.
"You... love me." She tested the words in her mouth, felt the weight of them settle in her heart.
"Say it again." She whispered into his neck, hoping that she wasn't pushing, hoping that he could say them again, hoping that he hadn't just said it in the heat of the moment. Deep down, she knew he hadn't but her heart had to be sure.
"-in love with you Sara." He mumbled into her hair, warm breath cascading over his scalp.
"Oh god." She rasped and kissed him hard, moving on top of him. His hands found her hips and pressed there as she slowly moved up and down. Sara gritted her teeth, bit her lip, bit her lip too hard and drew blood. When she kissed him he tasted the metallic liquid and something within him awoke.
His mind turned to the purely scientific. Coitus involved the exchange of fluids, ending when the male ejaculated into the female. The female then went away with the male inside of her. Now, Sara was offering herself to him. Her blood, inside of him. Balancing him off, her essence swimming with her saliva inside of his mouth. He moaned, knowing that she was giving herself as willingly to him as he was giving himself to her.
She moved atop of him with a purpose, her lip caught between her teeth, her cry strangled. His hands came up, stunned at her unorthodox beauty, unsure of where to fall. Sensing his despair, she reached out and placed them on her breasts. He groaned, just as she did, completely startled that the scenario that they had both been hoping for was actually playing out.
Not to say that they had put the thought out of their mind; not to say they hadn't realized that it would eventually happen. As oblivious as they both were, they both knew they each heart belonged to the other no matter what either assumed.
When she had been seeing Hank, no matter how much he rationalized the situation, as he was prone to do, he couldn't help but feel a flush of jealousy, of despair. And when he refused to divulge integral aspects of his past to her, she felt betrayed and cheap, but couldn't help but want to feel more betrayed by him, just to have some true emotion from him being directed at her.
He groaned, and flipped them over so that she was under him. Her eyes and hair were wild from the tumult that had happened. She was breathing heavily, a flush brushing over her chest. He blinked, several times, biting his lip, then licking his lip. He slowed and moved down and kissed her deeply. Deeper than she had been kissed before. Her head spun and she grasped the back of his neck, disregarding her need for air. Her lungs screamed, and she screamed back, telling them that this was a very important time in her life, that she needed it and to just pipe down for a second.
She panted when they separated and took a brief second before sucking at the pulse point on his neck. He moved into her faster, and she bit down on his flesh, secretly hoping to leave her mark on him; secretly hoping that someone would ask him how he received the mark, that he would tell them the truth.
"Gah-god. Oh god." She panted out, her mouth suddenly incredibly parched, her body arching up, as if for air. His hands smoothed over the skin of her hips and dipped his fingers deftly in between their bodies, and paused in his movements.
She nearly screamed, a new wave of pleasure washing over her. Sara groaned and clenched her hands painfully in his hair and he stared down at her, licking his lips ferally, watching the emotions play over her features. "Fuck." She muttered, blinking quite slowly and licking her lips, mimicking him. Her body was liquid for a moment as she panted out her sensations.
"You, just-" Grissom asked, stunned into silence.
"Ego boost?" She asked lazily, bucking up into him, spurring his movement once more. He groaned and smiled, deeply, the pink rising in his cheeks as he did so. His eyes closed to slits so all he saw was haze... and her. He grunted out his response.
"More than you know."
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