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Author:
bitterapple

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Rating: NC-17 OK, a little plot, but not that much

Pairings: M/F, M/alien, F/alien

Characters: Grissom & Sara

Beta: She knows who she is, and how much I love her

Author Notes: Hokay people, this is weirdness in the extreme, and not
exact science either. To be brief, this is far in the future;
Grissom and Sara are scientists living on an asteroid used to study
life-forms from planets that are under exploration. He is a
xenoentomologist and she is an astrophysicist. No crimes
involved.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. I don't profit from
'em. Don't sue me.

CHAPTER THREE: THE FRUIT OF KNOWLEDGE

Her
memory of immediately afterwards was pretty vague. She remembered
lying with her cheek pressed into the loam of the biodome, and
Grissom’s hoarse voice coaxing her to sit up. She remembered the
two of them staggering back along the corridors, holding each other
up; and then she was sinking gratefully into the bed, lacing her
fingers through her husband’s. And sleeping hard and sound.
Sara
woke feeling disgusting with dried sweat, and limp as a noodle, but
when she stretched cautiously she was surprised to find few lingering
effects from their--experiment.

Grissom
was gone from their bed, but Sara heard movement in the main room.
Rising with care, she slipped into the bathroom for a long, hot
shower.
She
was ravenous, Sara discovered as she pulled on a robe. When she came
out of the bedroom, she found Grissom, similarly garbed, busily
working at the screen--typing up notes, she read over his shoulder.
“There’s breakfast in the warmer,” he said absently.
Sara
poured them both cups of coffee and devoured her breakfast--more like
lunch, she realised, glancing at the chronometre. It was early
afternoon.

“Well?”
she asked, after placing the dishes in the recycler and coming to
look over his shoulder again.

Grissom
punched a last few keys and stretched, pushing away from the screen
and ending with his arm around her waist. “I’ll admit to
having
some sympathy for the botanists on A44,” he admitted ruefully.
She
snorted, and scanned his report. It was as dry and scientific as the
xenobotanists’ reports, but carried considerably more
detail--though not as much as it could have, she noticed. Certain
mutual privacies had been respected.

“I’ll
write up my own later,” she said. Grissom looked up at her.

“You
don’t have to,” he returned quietly. “Your
participation
wasn’t exactly voluntary--”
Sara
leaned down and kissed him briefly to shut him up. “Actually it
was.” She pressed the key to make the screen scroll down.

Grissom’s
arm tightened. “I appreciate it, sweetheart,” he said, even
more
quietly. “I...”
She
knew what he didn’t have words for; she always had. “It was
really something, wasn’t it?”
In
fact, it could get addictive. The plant’s ability to
pleasure
its...what, volunteers?...was seductive all by itself, but
throwing the psychic melding aspect into the mix could make it a
terrible temptation. Sara wasn’t mindblind; she knew the way two
human psyches could mesh for a moment in the heat of lovemaking. Even
with her psi-null lover she’d experienced it a few times. To
be joined so deeply, for so long... She shivered at the memory.

Grissom’s
hand had found its way into her robe and was absently stroking her
skin. Sara felt a familiar tingle growing under his fingers. “How
do you feel today?” he asked.
Sara
took a quick inventory. “Fine,” she said, with some
surprise. She’d noticed a little soreness in the shower, though
not as much
as she’d expected after such a prolonged and intense...encounter,
but even that seemed to have faded. “That’s weird. What
about
you?”

“Not
so much as a friction burn.” Grissom held out his other wrist,
the
skin unmarred despite the way he’d tugged at the plant’s
grip. “It could be a psychotropic aspect, stimulating the body to
repair
itself, or the plant could secrete something that promotes
healing...”

“Maybe
you should do more experiments,” Sara said, half-joking, but
realising at the same time that she was becoming aroused once more,
thanks to Grissom’s touch.

“At
the moment, I’d rather stick with the tried and true,” he
said,
and she realized as he grinned fiercely at her that he was just as
aroused, his cock prodding its way out of the folds of his robe.

“Sounds
good to me,” she said as he rose from his chair, and gave herself
up to the elemental Grissom--something she didn’t see often, and
savored when she did.

Grissom’s
lovemaking was never restrained, but it was usually gentle, slow and
lingering; he was a considerate lover, generally making certain to
satisfy Sara completely before taking his own pleasure. But every
once in a while he let his control go and became all male, all drive,
overwhelming them both with his power. He never hurt her--even in
the heat of lust he was that careful--but he was inexorable, and Sara
delighted in letting him carry her off on those rare waves.
Now
he lifted her off her feet and spread her out on the table, brushing
her robe aside so his mouth could devour her. Sara reached for him,
but he pinned her arms gently beside her head, his lips tasting her
collarbone and moving down to her breasts. Sara arched up and cried
out as his mouth fastened onto one stiff nipple and sucked hard, and
her head spun as he growled against her flesh. It’s
different--
Her
libido never had any trouble catching up to Grissom’s when he was
in his aggressive mode; it turned her on like nothing else. But this
time there was something more, something--
She
looked down at him, panting already, as he glanced up; blue met brown
in a flash of lust, and Grissom made an incoherent sound, letting her
nipple slip wetly from his mouth as he lunged up to kiss her. Sara
opened her mouth to his eager tongue, realizing dizzily what was
different. We’re linked again!
Not
the brief, heady connection that took them sometimes at the peak of
lovemaking, not quite the plant-forged union of the night before, but
something in between. Once again Sara could feel Grissom, the urge
to mate that was so much more driving than her own, the triumph of a
male who had a willing female beneath him--the exquisite tease as the
head of his cock slipped into the slick heat of her folds, and the
scent of her arousal driving him mad.
Sara
smiled against his mouth and writhed a little, letting him feel what
she felt--the welcome weight of him on her, the delicious scrape of
his whiskers, the ecstatic jolt that ran through her each time his
cockhead nudged her clit, the way her pussy ached to be stretched and
filled.

Grissom
moaned, tore his mouth from hers, fumbled between them, and drove
deep into her with one long thrust.
She
squealed with delight, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his
waist as he stroked in and out of her hard. Beyond words already,
Sara let her hands find his back, his ass, as Grissom’s mouth
ravaged her throat and the wet sounds of hard sex filled the room.
It
was more than just the overwhelming pleasure, more than the sweet
friction of flesh against flesh; they were sharing emotion as well,
the eagerness and desire, the deep sense of rightness they
both felt with the other...the love so seldom spoken of, but as
essential to them as the air they breathed. Sara had known that
Grissom loved her long before the words had crossed his lips, and now
she felt it in every push into her body, felt it redoubled every time
her hips lifted in eager welcome.
And
she knew he felt it too, her fierce need for him and him alone, her
soul-deep satisfaction that he was in her arms at last and again; the
way she loved him because he turned her on, and the way he turned her
on because she loved him.
Sara
clutched him tighter, her fingers skidding over his sweat-slick skin,
losing the sound of his voice in the pleasure that was intensifying
in her abdomen. It was growing, spiralling, tightening--
And
at exactly the right instant Grissom reached down and lightly pinched
her clit, just hard enough. Sara shrieked, her neck arching and her
spine stiffening as an incredible climax tore through her, graying
out her vision and locking her breath in her throat. Under the storm
of ecstacy, spasm after spasm, she felt Grissom’s own pleasure
swelling past the bearable point as her pussy squeezed him. He bit
down on her shoulder, his shout muffled against the muscle, as the
explosion took him and he thrust rapidly into her.

Liquid
heat spilled inside her, and then it was the sweet haze for both of
them, the ebbing pleasure and the pang of feeling the link dissolve.
They lay tangled together for a while, their hearts and breathing
slowing as heat rose off them. Sara, looking blearily over
Grissom’s
damp shoulder, could almost swear she saw a waver in the air.

Eventually
the hardness of the table made itself felt beneath her. Sara turned
her head to kiss Grissom’s ear, and shoved weakly.
“Off.”
He
grunted, and straightened slowly, peeling them apart with some
reluctance. As his softened member slipped from her, they both
shuddered a little; Grissom steadied himself, then held out his hands
to pull Sara up.
She
let him tug her into his embrace, realizing with some amusement that
neither of them had managed to get as far as taking off their robes.
Grissom brushed the collar aside, and placed a tender kiss on the
exposed skin. “I’m sorry,” he said penitently.
“I bruised
you.”
Sara
reached up and realized with some surprise that his teeth had left a
mark in her skin. “I didn’t even notice,” she said,
and
stroked his cheek.

Grissom
made a small sound that was between acceptance and denial, and
sighed. “I think I need to rewrite my report,” he said in a
rueful tone.
Sara
laughed. “I think we need to see if the results are
reproduceable.”

When
they went out to the biodome at last, the Venus plant was only a
tangle of dry, withered stems. But in the center were two plump
spotted seeds, the size of melons but shaped like kidney beans. Grissom
handed one to Sara and hefted the other with a thoughtful
expression. “I wonder how long they keep.”
Sara
looked down at the seed in her hands, and smiled.
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