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Just Dessert	By : CTorresBarreda Category: CSI > General Views: 4254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Just Dessert

NC-17

Disclaimer: Netiher Sara nor Grissom are mine, though they’re fun to play with *G*

A/N: This is AU, and I blame certain people for this. They know who they are. And any mistakes can be attributed to my tired brain.

-II-

Together they sat, the dimly lit room illuminating the soft contours of each other’s bodies and the slight grin on her lips. A quiet restaurant, mournful sounds of a flamenco guitar caressing the dancing shadows on the wall, given life by the flickering candle on the table.

She rested her elbows on the maroon table cloth, drawing her hands up in front of her mouth. The finger tips of her right hand very lightly stroked the top of her left hand in a subconscious action while she thought of something to say. He watched her with hungry eyes, his tongue lightly running along the inside of his lips as he imagined her feathery touch; small goose bumps raising defiantly as he took her soft hands into his. He resisted the urge to do that, though when she looked up she caught the playfulness in his eyes, and for a millisecond she noted just how well they’d match the crisp fabric of the pillow on her bed.

Reaching down for a roll, she watched him out of the corner of her eye while she buttered it, returning the knife to her plate and raising her fingers back up towards her mouth. She daintily licked off the warm flecks of butter that she’d not so accidentally transferred to her fingertips. There was no mistaking the lust in his eyes when she purred ever so softly while cleaning the last digit.

She regarded him slightly curiously, the mischief about her quite obvious as she took her serviette and dabbed at the corners of her mouth, after taking the smallest bite from the roll. He shifted in his seat a little, watching the serviette gracefully drop below the table line to her lap after being released from her slender fingers.

“Any special reason I’m sitting here with you?” Grissom asked, determined to break the strong trance of her teasing. He took a sip of his wine and smiled at Sara, the one who with only a few words had gotten him to have dinner with her.

“Just to forget about who we are for a while.” Sara said, seemingly offhand. “Like last time.”

-II-

They’d barely made it into the apartment when his hands were on her, sliding over her hips to embrace them, pulling her back against him so that he could kiss her. He softly danced his lips on her neck and suckled just a little bit, causing the keys to slip from her hand and a mumble to escape her lips.

“You didn’t think you’d get away with teasing me all dinner, did you?” Grissom asked, as a justification for grabbing her.

She allowed herself to be pulled, melting back into his embrace and slipping her hands over his, her soft fingertips reading the coarser texture of his skin - the sign of one who worked with his hands. A small whimper sounded as he nibbled gently at the base of her neck where her shoulders met, and it made him feel proud. They’d been teasing each other all night, and these little whimpers and actions of her were just reward for his patience.

“I was hoping not.” Sara answered, knowing that this made Grissom a “friend with benefits,” but hoping that it would lead to something more.

He walked with her towards her bed, his hands holding the curves of her hips and his thumbs rubbing the band of her slacks, hooking onto them and briskly glancing against the skin hidden by them. Sara leaned her head back against his shoulder as his fingertips slightly tickled, pulling the silky blouse out from her pants and swirling against her skin in the process Her hand slid up the soft material to her neck, unbuttoning the collar and giving him a nice view down her front. She massaged her own neck, grabbing onto an errant strand of hair as Grissom slipped one hand into her slacks, trailing his finger in a circular motion on top of her panties.

He was amazed by how damp the flimsy material is, and though he wasn’t sure what style of undergarment they were, he knew that he would enjoy them better off of her. Letting his one hand fool with the buttons on her blouse, slowly unbuttoning them to reveal a simple but elegant low cut bra, of which her pert nipples were straining to escape the confines.

Sara stood up a little straighter, slipping her blouse off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor. She reached around and unclasped her bra in one fluid motion, much to his bewilderment. The bra clasp, though a simple concept, often resisted the attempts of men to be smooth and swift in it’s removal. Grissom’s one free hand moved up her stomach, his warm touch causing her to suck in her tummy, releasing her breath a few seconds later with a slight moan as he cupped her right breast - a perfect fit to his gently kneading fingers.

Sara’s hands searched blindly for him, her eyes closed in pleasure and trust, knowing that Grissom wouldn’t let her fall. He flicked the small button loose on her pants and as the zipper undid he suckled on her earlobe a little, stopping when her fingers grasped his thigh. He whispered two words past her, that sent shivered down her spine.

“No touching.”

She felt pangs down in her lower regions, a mixture of excitement and curiosity. Grissom had something in mind, and she was willing to be his little participant. She held her ams and rubbed them, not cold from the room, but alert with anticipation. His hands slipped down her hips, pulling her garments with them. Sara was now free for him, for his hands to roam along her slender body, for his tongue to entice her with gentle kisses across her shoulders, her back arching in response. She pouted a little when he left her, moving to her side and bidding her to crawl upon her bed, to relax. Sara eagerly did, watching him as he undressed and wishing she could help him out of his boxers, though still being quite pleased at how aroused she’d made him without being able to touch.

She was stretched out on her back and she looked beautiful to him, resting comfortably naked and teasing him further. Sara gently took her nipple between her fingers and pulled it slightly, his gaze unable to be drawn away for a moment. He then shook his head, smiling at her and placing a pillow on the middle of the bed before glancing around. She nodded towards the bedside table and Grissom found what he was looking for in the drawer. Birth protection was necessary, and though it killed the mood for a minute or two, it was better than a reminder for the rest of their lives.

He crawled onto the bed after her, kneeling at the bottom of it, his hands caressing her calves softly. Sara was unsure of what to do until Grissom told her, and then she rolled over onto her stomach, lifting her hips up a little for him to place the pillow underneath them. She felt rather silly for a second to be lying on the bed with her behind raised, but that feeling disappeared rapidly when he ran his fingers up the backs of her legs. Grissom massaged them and provided a wonderful sensation she’d never experienced before.

She turned her head to the side, seeing him out of the corner of her eyes and gripping the simple cotton bed sheets between her fingers. He moved towards her centre, his finger tips lightly gliding through her slick and wanting folds. Sara’s legs moved apart further for him as he spread her wetness her clit, and the moan she sounded into her mattress was unmistakable when Grissom squeezed the pulsing nub between his middle and forefinger.

She shifted her hips back towards him to entice a stronger touch, to stop the teasing. Sara’s eyes opened and narrowed at him over her shoulder when he withdrew his hand, to steady himself behind her. The urge to take her overcame Grissom and as he guided himself to her entrance, wet and quivering in wait, he thought of how good and right this felt. He leaned forward and rocked his hips, filling her completely and being tightly held by her taut muscles. Sara twisted the bed sheets between her fingers, closing her eyes and steeling herself as Grissom moved in her, at first starting slowly as he leaned down to rest on his forearms.

He grunted as she squeezed him, her pelvic muscles grasping his cock and holding it strongly in her. Sara released him only when Grissom kissed the supple skin between her shoulders, the slightly tangy taste from the little glisten of sweat gracing his lips. The message was received though, and she swore as he increased the strength and speed of his thrusting, taking it to the level of intensity that she wanted. Sara rose onto her arms a little to permit his hands passage, which were fingering the sides of her breasts. Sliding them under, Grissom took them into his hands, holding them strongly but being careful not to hurt her. He lifted up his behind, drawing himself almost completely out of her and teasing her swollen lips with the head of his cock.

He slammed his pelvis back down towards her, his abdomen flush with her butt, the back of her legs extremely hot against his thighs. The small growl she made surprised him a little, turning him on further and spurning him to make her come, feel her shudder as she climaxed. The friction and speed of which they connected caused some slight noises - though neither of them cared - their nerve endings attentive and jumping, and all outside noises being blocked. Grissom felt Sara’s ass tighten underneath him, and her toes curled as he suckled the skin of her shoulder. He thrust himself deep inside of her, one last and powerful lunge as he came. Her body flexed and fingers turned white at the death grip she had on the bed sheets, a mixture of whimpers and grunts coming from her lips.

Grissom panted a little, taking in deeper breaths as their bodies relaxed together. He gently lifted himself off of her, retreating to the washroom for a moment and returning with a towel for her. Sara took the towel with a little blush on her face, and Grissom sat back down on the bed beside her, wiping the whisps of hair from across her forehead. She sat up and pulled back the covers, climbing in and giving him a welcoming look.

“You’re not kicking me out?” Grissom asked, half jokingly but still not moving.

“Get under here.” Sara growled, stifling a yawn and narrowing her eyes at him. He crawled in after her, resting on the pillow and holding her close as she curled up to him, her head in the crook of his neck.

“It’s been a wonderful evening, don’t ruin it by leaving.”
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