Stalemate in a Sandbox

Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
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.

Dedication: This is going out to... :::takes a deep breath::: brainfear, smrozier, geeklovefan, leddy, Laura Katherine, Moggie, XxBandGeekxX. All of the reviews keep me going.

Author's Note: Go read Joan Power's 'No Man Is An Island' and Laura Katherine's 'The Great Escape'. They're both fantastic pieces of fiction. GO NOW!

Joan, doll, you keep me going. :-D And Lauren... what can I say?

Guess what!? Finals are over! A month of FREEDOM!!! Mahahah, I'm so freakin happy. Also, this chapter might be slightly choppy, as I'm watching Aqua Teen while attempting to write this... it's proving to be increasingly difficult.

Oh, also, so sorry about the title of this chapter. :::bites lip::: I'm a very, very bad girl. :::tear:::

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.

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Chapter 11 - Between a Rock and a Hard Grissom

Sara moved away from his quickly. Backing up towards his kitchen. She smiled as she did so her body moving slowly away from his.

Grissom's eyes were dark as she backed away from him. His poised and ready, and he began stalking after her.

Something inside of her bubbled up, mirth coming in the form of a startled laugh as he darted towards her, quicker than she had expected him to be able to move. "Ah!" She cried out, as he nearly caught her, but she darted out of his reach, into a darkened room.

"Where am I?" She asked aloud to darkness. Her hands shot out in front of her as she listened for Grissom's approach. She squinted in the darkness, attempting to make out any certain shape that she could identify, but she saw nothing. Her feet backpedaled into something warm and solid.

Again, she yelped, as his hands clasped themselves around her stomach. Sara sighed and smiled as his rough fingers sought out the smooth skin of her midriff. "Where am I?" She whispered to him, turning her head slightly so that her breath just fell upon his neck.

"Miss Sidle, meet, my children." His voice was full of mirth as well, as he said it. She stood stock still in his arms, hoping that he wasn't talking about what she thought he was talking about. Grissom sighed in her ear and laughed, just a bit, hugging her tightly, swaying with her a bit, just as he had done earlier.

"You have... a whole room." She stated shakily.

He smiled, reached out with his lips and toyed with her ear. "It's a big townhouse." Grissom murmured happily into her ear. His lips continued downwards, assaulting her neck slowly, biting and licking, creating what she was sure would be impressions there.

"Hmm. That it is." Was all she could string together. Allowing her head to loll to the side, she fell back against him, allowing his body to take her weight and support her.

"Wait!" She stopped, laughing. "That's, Griss, that's creepy!" She interjected, seeing how much it would take for her body to fully succumb to his touch.

"I would have gone with enigmatic... but, I suppose creepy will suffice for now."

His hands slipped down the front of her slacks, smoothing over the fabric gently, massaging the front of her thighs as his lips continued to work over her neck. Her breathing was incredibly labored, her neck being an incredibly sensitive spot. If he had decided to touch her then, he would have found her unbearably wet, but his hands were otherwise occupied.

It seemed if he was skating over her body purposely, teasing her as she had teased him in the parking lot a mere hour before. Her lips spread in a grin as she caught on to what he was doing, how he was awakening her senses, and she gave over.

"Griss..." She drew out, finding it faintly surprising that her voice hadn't taken that tone before. Her arms slid up to cover his, neither guiding him, nor stopping him, just hanging on for the ride. Grissom smiled against her skin, no longer kissing, just breathing against her, breathing her in.

For some reason, he found it incredibly erotic, having her hands on top of his as they skated down her body. "Tell me what you want, Sara." He said, words intense in her ear, making her close her eyes, open them, and reacquaint herself with the darkness.

"Want to, want to fuck you Griss." She ground out, feeling obscene and wonderful for voicing her real thoughts. She spun around in his arms, feeling more feral than she was sure she'd ever felt. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and moved in to suck the flesh of his lips into her mouth, for a fraction of a second. "So. Hard." Sara panted out, flying high on the wave of endorphins rushing to her head.

"God." He panted out, equally as enthused. His ears, which were at the moment ringing, couldn't quite catalogue all of her sighs and pants fast enough. "Say it again." He pushed on, walking her backwards to the one unoccupied wall.

Sara's back pressed harshly against the hard surface, Grissom's warm body covering her completely, from head to hip. Her lips reached out to capture his but he glanced away.

"Not yet, honey." He toyed, licking his lips, really wanting nothing more than to kiss her until the carbon dioxide had built to a dangerous level in her lungs. He kissed her nose, watching as a plethora of emotions played over her face.

He was sure that he heard her whimper, low and erotic in her throat. He ignored it, instead allowing his fingers to skim over the skin of her cheekbones, the dip in her neck, the bones in her hand. Her breathing slowed as she allowed herself to enjoy the simple sensations that his touch produced.

"Relax." He stated, in his normal voice, almost seeming to order her as he did so.

"This is unbelievable..." Sara spoke, seeming to concentrate on every nerve ending that was being stimulated. She licked her lips when Grissom massaged the skin of her palm. He brought it to his lips and kissed her there.

His eyes pinned hers, just as she was pinned to the wall. "What's gonna happen when you tire of me, Sara Sidle?" He asked, his fears finally surfacing, piercing the surface of his passionate demeanor.

Sara stared back at him, almost in shock. She snapped out of it quickly enough, clenching the palm that he was holding, his hand captured in hers. "Then, well, I take a nap." She said completely serious.

Grissom's lips remained open, amused and elated, as he stared back at her, flush against the wall. "To sleep perchance to dream?" Grissom asked, not quite sure how to proceed after her statement.

"Dreaming now." Sara challenged, tilting his chin out at him. He licked his lips, as he would if he were posing a particularly hard question and nodded at her in approval.

Pressing his lips to her hard, he allowed his hands to grasp upon her slender neck, feeling the blood pulse under her flesh. He felt her living under him, her body carrying on its function as it normally would. It refreshed him, to know that she was the same person then as she was before she had ever entered his arms.

A tentative hand stole down the front of her body, parting her legs slowly, wondering if the pace he had set was too hasty. His questions were answered when her hips bucked towards his digits and he pressed down over the fabric, the warmth from the juncture of her thighs permeating the space between them.

"This is still scary for me." Sara rasped out, quickly, not certain if she should have said anything in the first place. "Is that okay?" Her eyes searched his for a moment.

"Still frightens me too." His nose nudged at her cheekbone, breathing in the scent of her hair. She smelled of work and anticipation.

"Good."

"Good?" He asked, allowing his nose to nudge her again.

"Mmm, good. Same page." She trailed her lips over a bearded cheek and continued. "Which is surprising because we haven't been in the same book, no, the same genre... for years." Her voice was soft with amusement. Grissom too found her metaphor amusing.

"What's to say we turn a new page then?" He quirked a brow at her, capturing her lips before she could comment on the ridiculousness of his comment.

Before she knew it, she felt a shift in the fabric of her slacks, the button having been slipped through the hole by Grissom's deft fingers. She bit down on her lip with a smile as his fingers slid the zipper of her slacks down, slowly, oh so slowly.

His eyes passed over her face as he moved to rid her of her pants. It was in his nature to catalogue the reactions of people he came into contact with, and Sara was no different. He noted the clenching of her teeth as he pressed into her hips, the long sigh she emitted as his nails raked over the fabric of her panties.

Her hands, which were once idle, lifted to skim over his cheek, feeling the wonder of his hair on her sensitive fingertips. His erection was pressed into her harshly, but he did nothing to relieve himself of the pressure there. Instead, he glanced down at the khaki fabric that was pooled around her feet and noticed the hue of her panties. "Pink?" He was intrigued by the femininity of the color and how it highlighted the freckles that were spattered over her hip.

She didn't respond, instead choosing to slip her fingers under the collar of his shirt, teasing him slowly, as he was doing to her. She, at last, reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, momentarily removing his hands from her skin. His hands did the same, divesting of her shirt as she stood against his wall, minimal light being shed upon her skin.

Her nails immediately attacked the smooth skin of his chest, relishing the feeling of the short hairs and warm flesh there. Her head dipped in, kissing over his collarbone. Her lips skated over the bone there, sucked, licked, bit. She groaned before he did, lightheaded at the complete sensation of his flesh between her teeth; how vulnerable he was before her, spread like a banquet. If she had chosen to, she could have hurt him, drawn blood.

But she didn't. Instead, she chose to worship it. To love it with an instrument of her own body.

Grissom's palms came up to grip the skin of her shoulders, finding the heat there much more severe than the heat at her hips. He looked up at her. "So soft, honey." He voice was disbelieving and reverent, as he bent down to kiss the hollow between her collarbone and her shoulder. The index finger of his right hand followed underneath the silk of her bra strap down to the clasp and undid it easily.

Sara smiled when she leaned into his neck, allowing Grissom to slip the scrap of fabric from her skin. The sensations felt so coordinated, yet so new, the luster shining so brightly that it nearly blinded her. Sara had a feeling that the sensation of him touching her would always be bold and new, having waited for it for so long.

Grissom captured her lips delicately, merely glancing over them, forbidding himself to indulge in their sanctuary for a few moments. When he did, his tongue swept over hers possessively, so much so that he opened his eyes to make sure that she knew that she was his.

He flesh puckered as her body flushed with complete arousal, his tongue disengaging itself from hers to trail over her neck, her chest. He paused at each breast, just long enough to tease out a few exasperated gasps from her before he continued his trail downward.

She knew where he was headed and grasped his shoulders. "Griss, you're gonna kill your knees."

"Don't care." He barked, before sweeping the fabric of her panties aside and swiping at her quickly with a finger. Sara bit down on her lip, laughing. It felt wonderful, and so incredibly new that she couldn't actually equate the feeling with some previous known sensation.

His lips replaced his finger and she had to brace herself against the wall with clutching hands. A deft tongue, usually used to reciting scientific words slithered away at her core, eliciting moans much louder than she was comfortable succumbing to.

He hummed as he toiled, the vibrations sending shockwaves up her spine, amazed that she was feeling such emotions, such sensations from a man going down on her. She'd never felt that way before, never been so anticipatory of climax from someone's mouth.

Grissom's thumbs stroked over the smooth skin of her inner thighs, caressing as he caressed her with his tongue. Sara groaned, her tongue slipping to the back of her throat, her body nearly liquefying.

Nearly.

She pulled him up before she could and kissed him soundly, profusely excited that he found it erotic that she was tasting herself on his lips. Sara felt incredibly erotic, doing such a thing and groaned rather loudly. Her lithe hands made quick work divesting him of his slacks, stroking over him as she pushed them over his hips.

Sara was unbearably excited at the notion of having him take against the hard plaster. "Here?" She asked him. "Against the wall?"

Grissom paused for a moment, his eyes softening at her words. "Is that okay?"

She grinned evilly and wrapped one leg around his thighs, pulling him completely against her as she captured his lips with her own. Her hands were greedy as she pushed his boxers off of him, and he gave her a grunt of approval. Sara grabbed him around the neck to stare him in the eye as he slid into her, her lids slipping a fraction of an inch, peering at him in pleasure/pain.

"Okay?"

"Okay." She breathed as he moved within her, slowly, against the wall so she wouldn't slip. He grinned at her and she grinned back. "'S different." She panted, realizing then that she was doing an awful lot of panting... and she liked it.

His legs began to tingle as he supported her weight and she felt the shift. Sara made an attempt to tighten her legs around his waist but she began to slip. Grissom's hands came out to grip her underneath but it was too late, there was no getting back into position.

Sara began to laugh at the unfortunate turn of events, unwrapped her legs and stood up straight.

"Floor. Now." She ordered, pointing from him to the floor. A new fit of laughter bubbled up in her throat when she saw the look on his face.

"The floor? We can always go to-"

She but him off, stepping right up in front of him. "Floor. Now." She growled this time, pushing at his shoulders just a bit, prompting him to get on the floor.

When he had done so, she loomed over him and bent to straddle his waist. "Good thing I had the sense to put in real carpets." He mumbled as she kissed him. Without warning, she descended on him, knocking all the air from his lungs.

"Warn a guy before you do that!" His voice rose, and she winked at him.

"Now where's the fun in that?" She retorted, beginning to move again. Sara's hips ground against his and she groaned out when his hips lunged up to meet hers. Her rhythm was thrown off, so he grabbed her hips and moved with her, synchronizing.

"Love you." He whispered and she stopped moving to stare at him, her cheeks flushed, her hair tousled.

"I love you too." And she moved again, wondering if it should be so profound for her to hear him say that. She stopped wondering when his hands slipped down below her waist and began brushing against her. He was too good at that for his own good.

Sara cried out, picking up the pace, moving over him as fast as she could. She braced her palms on his chest and leaned over, her hair skimming his chest tickling him there.

Grissom's fingers dug harshly into the skin of her hips. "Sara..." He growled out, licking his lips, the hand at her center speeding up in haste.

"Come for me, Griss. Come for me Gil." She threw her head back as he did as she asked, remaining silent so that he could hear her as she followed him.

"Ahh, god." She called, stilled, and all but crumpled on his chest. His lips ended up in her hair, his palm, sticky with her passion coming to stroke over each knot in her spine. "So tired." She mumbled, kissing his collarbone much in the same manner that he had done to her earlier.

"Bed." He ordered in an authoritative tone, and she laughed, reluctantly peeling herself off of him. Sara was overwhelmingly excited at the prospect of sleeping in his bed. She stood, holding out a hand for Grissom to grab, and helped him to his feet.

He took her hand and guided her down the dark hallway to his bedroom, not bothering to flick on the light. He let go of her hand for only a moment to pull down the sheet of his tightly tucked bed. "Ladies first." He gestured in a gentlemanly manner, holding back the down comforter for her.

She pecked him quickly on the lips, giddy with love and crawled into the bed on all fours. Grissom followed, pulling the heavy top covers on top of them. Just as he did, the air conditioning kicked in with a barely perceptive hum.

Sara poked her nose out from under the comforter and looked at him. Grissom smiled warmly, leaned over and kissed the tip of it.

"When do we have to be up?" She asked quietly, snuggling down into his side.

"Six." He responded, equally as quiet.

"Kay." She replied and fell to sleep, surrounded by his warmth.

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