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- 1-All the Will in the World
- 1
Disclaimer: I
don’t own CSI. But we already knew that, didn’t we?

The music
continued to pound as the last of the balloons and streamers were kicked aside
by the exuberant nightshift employees of the Las Vegas Crime Scene Unit. The
main occupants of the slightly-raised wooden dance floor were Lab Technicians
and their respective dates.
Gil Grissom
glanced all around his table to see the other CSI’s, his subordinates, who
seemed to pass as friends and not just co-workers in the smoky light of the
bar. He was thankful the sheriff had given the entire nightshift the night off
to celebrate. It was a reward for having a higher solve rate than
the dayshift.
Grissom chewed
lightly on his bottom lip to keep a grin from breaking out as he remembered
Conrad Ecklie’s sour expression when the sheriff announced that sweet news
earlier that evening at the club. The whole lab was given a lavish party at a
nearby dance club, a nice accolade for the whole lab for moving from the number
two ranked lab in the country to number one.
Grissom stared
at his friends. He was happy they all were relaxed, but continued to be
bothered by the fact that he was still tense and on edge. Grissom looked
straight ahead at Warrick who was leaning casually in his chair, his body turned
a little to the right so that he could participate in whatever feral
conversation Catherine’s intoxicated mind could muster.
On Grissom’s
right sat Nick Stokes, sipping on another draft beer of choice while joking
with Warrick about the nature of Catherine’s conversations.
Cath’s been
my friend for so long…but sometimes she just seems like a twelve year girl who
just found out what sex is! I haven’t a clue how I can be friends with someone
so completely opposite of me.
But on
Grissom’s left sat the source of Grissom’s tension: Sara Sidle.

Normally he would have been fine, almost indifferent to her body heat seeping
into his consciousness. But for three weeks he had felt this same tension when
he was with her in the presence other people. He longed for the times when he
could be alone with her: at a secluded restaurant on the outskirts of town,
during a drive into the country, or even when they did nothing but spend time
with each other in his home.
Only the times
when they were at work did they have to pretend that their romance wasn’t
there. But worst of all were the goodbyes when he stopped at kisses and didn’t
give in to her attempts to further their relationship. He was holding out,
waiting for the perfect moment, trying not to rush her. He wanted to make her
feel special, treat her right.
This was the
first time in his life that he had ever let someone in his heart; it was a new
experience for him, and he loved it…despite the nagging voice his libido seemed
to have whenever he ended their dates prematurely.

Sara shifted as she took another gulp of her apple martini, willing her body to
calm itself. Grissom was the prefect man for her. He was intelligent,
attentive, the perfect gentleman…and he was driving her crazy.
For weeks her
nerves had been wound tight. She savored the kisses they shared, but she
wanted his sweet caresses, his hands on her body, his naked flesh writhing
against hers…
Whoa, Sara…calm yourself. You’re going to freak out in front of
everyone.
But thoughts
of Grissom kept harassing her mind.
Is he not
interested anymore? What have I done to turn him off? If I hear him say
“Patience, my dear…” one more time I’ll—
Catherine’s
slurred, shrill voice suddenly belted out; “Hey, Sara…there’s a hot guy over
there checking you out! He must be a guest of someone’s.”
Sara blushed
heavily and silently cursed Catherine before damning the fact that she couldn’t
immediately look up at Grissom to see how uncomfortable he was getting. To save
face and go along with the charade that she and Grissom were performing, Sara
quickly glanced up at the young male, nodding absently.
Catherine
watched her and incredulously bellowed; “Sara, aren’t you going to get up and
ask him to dance?! He’s fucking hot.”
“No.” Sara
eyed her quietly. Her remark stood firm; Sara didn’t want to be pestered about
it. She finally dared to glance up at Grissom, who quickly smiled down at her.
Sara was officially relieved. Or maybe that was her third apple martini kicking
in that made her feel so blissful.
Catherine rolled
her eyes at the younger brunette. “Oh Lord, Sara, they’re not all like
Hank.” Catherine eyed the man once more, licking her lips with
impatience. “Well, he looks like a good fuck to me,” Catherine stated bawdily
as she moved up from the booth to dance.
Warrick turned
to watch her saunter over to the other man, while Nick grinned at his friend.
“Quit eyeing her like she’s your last meal bro, she’s got the right idea! Let’s
find some ladies.”

Warrick got up to follow him, “My last meal? Is that some Texas-hick
line Super-boy?”

Sara and Grissom sat in relative silence, both praying that the other wasn’t
uncomfortable. Sara could feel the alcohol gradually tear away her inhibitions
as she allowed herself to soak in the feeling of being near him. She shot
him a sultry grin. Grissom glanced out of the corner of his eye at her.
She had twisted her body to her right side so she could face him. He noticed
her flushed cheeks and the sexy grin that she wore. He downed the rest of one
of the countless beers that he had that night. Grissom knew that his own
reserve was falling away as he let himself think about just how sexy she was.
He matched her grin.
“What?”
“Nothing,” her
bold smile faded and her blush reddened for a moment before she gathered
herself. “Do you…want to…dance?”
“I’m not very
good at it, honey.”
“Neither am
I.”
She smiled at
him, and despite the loud music playing, the two finally moved close enough
that their soft voices cut through the bass of the beat. The pair drunkenly
grinned at one another as the lull in the conversation continued.
“You know,”
Grissom cleared his throat and sat a little taller, “dancing in bars is not so
far from the primitive mating rituals carried out by certain insects where a
mate moves in provocative ways in order to get the attention of a potential
lover.”
"I guess
I should learn to dance," Sara remarked quickly, without thought. She
normally would have cursed herself for such a daring comment to him, but his
half open bedroom eyes and the sexy smirk that played on his face made Sara
happy that she took that move.
"You have
my attention." Grissom whispered as he lightly grabbed her thigh before
leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her lips.
Sara groaned,
deepening the kiss while his hand moved higher and harder on her thigh.
Sara’s
imagination was swirling with sexual fantasies that had haunted her since she
laid eyes this man. He was all she wanted. Before too long, neither one could remember the bar, the music, or the people
as she swung her leg over his lab to tightly straddle him.
The kiss
intensified as she ground her pelvis into his rapidly growing arousal.
Grissom’s hands moved from the back of her thighs to her rear end which was
tightly encased in blue jeans. He could feel him self harden more as she thrust
her tongue in and out of his mouth desperately. His needed air; this woman
intoxicated him more than any alcohol.
His mouth
slowly ended the kiss and he was delighted to hear her moan as he licked a path
to her neck. He nipped lightly at the based of her neck while Sara’s back
arched, drawing her firm breasts closer to his face. He could feel her hard
nipples straining against the cloth of the thin dress shirt. His firm arousal
twitched at the mere thought of burying his face between the two soft mounds.
Grissom licked
farther down and into the V-neck of her shirt. Sara moaned again, rotating her
hips into his lap while she wound her fingers in his hair.
As he moved
back up to her face, Sara grinned and teased him by moving her mouth to his
neck, returning the favor. Grissom rewarded her efforts and began to caress
both her breasts, taking extra care to give attention to the straining red buds
that were poking out from beneath her shirt.
Grissom
reveled in her attentions. He knew he was going to have to make a quick
decision about where they were going to go from there. The booth
maintained some amount of privacy, considering it was in a dark corner, but not
enough for what he wanted…and what she needed.
Sara moved her
hot mouth to his ear, “Gris, I need you…I want you…so much.”
Within that
second, Grissom made his decision. “Get up.”
Sara stilled,
momentarily stunned, yet very hurt and confused. But before she had a chance to
get her question out, Grissom helped her off and onto her unsteady legs.
She had no
time to react as he took her hand, quickly moving towards the back of the club.
Sara squinted
at the bright overhead lights of the restroom corridor. Confusion mixed
with the hot arousal filling her lower abdomen.
Grissom poked
his head inside the men’s restroom and, after all was clear,
he yanked Sara’s limp body inside with him. She finally realized what he was
doing as he practically slammed her body against the closed door, just before
locking it.
Sara whimpered
as he kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue dancing fiercely with hers, his
rock hard member pushing into her, begging to be released from the confines of
his tight jeans.
Sara gripped
his shoulders tightly as he descended down her body. He pulled each button out
of its hole, rapidly opening up her shirt, giving him full access to her soft,
supple skin.
Sara was
straining for breath, her hard panting moving Grissom to heaven. His heart
soared at the thought of bringing her to her own personal paradise.
Sara moaned
lightly before she giggled, “I…I never really thought that…mmmm…our first time
would be in a public bathroom, Gris…oh…you’re full of surprises.”
He chuckled
quietly as he unclasped her bra in the front, leaving her bare and beautiful.
“So what exactly did you think our first time would be like, then?”
He kissed and
licked farther down her body until he got to the button on her jeans, he
continued his work as she spoke. “I just never pictured you as the type of guy
to pull a girl into a public bathroom so you could fuck her brains out.” She
panted as he unbuttoned her blue jeans, sending them to the floor. He stopped
as he eyed the darkening spot on her panties. The smell alone was enough to get
him off, but the fact that Sara was there waiting for him to…
All thought
left him as he held his nose just above her sweet thatch of hair, breathing
deeply and savoring her unique and pungent arousal.
Sara grinned.
“You are planning to fuck my brains out, right?" Grissom looked up
at her mischievously as he slowly dragged her panties before plunging his
tongue into her folds to tease her clit mercilessly.
Sara’s long
legs opened wider for him. Sara wanted this, needed him. She wanted his
hot, hard flesh buried deep within her, stretching her muscles as he thrust in
her.
Sara grunted
as she grabbed his hair and gently yanked his mouth from her body. Grissom
stood without question, knowing what he wanted. His hands made nimble work of
his buttons as Sara did her best to free his aching cock.
They nodded to
one another as he heaved her up, wedging her between the door and him; he
wasted no time grabbing his taut member from his pants to guide it into her wet
cavern.
They both
moaned as he worked into her, thrusting softly until he was completely incased
by her tight tunnel. She was gripping him hard. The firm ridges on his
thick penis were enough to drive her to orgasm…but she maintained herself as he
kept a slow but hard pace with her.
Sara’s legs
tightened around him as he grabbed her ass and buried his face in her neck. She
was working hard to not scream for God as his pelvis rubbed her clitoris
rhythmically, sending a fire up her spine.
“Harder!” She
whimpered quietly.
Grissom
happily obeyed. He moved his head down slightly to grab a breast in his
mouth, sucking fiercely. His breath was shallow, his muscles ached, but
his rigid organ was being smothered in her juices, keeping everything else from
his mind. His hips jerked harder as he made himself go the distance to
please her. Much to his relief, he felt her walls quickly tighten around
him as she gritted her teeth to keep from making a sound.
Sara walls
tensed uncontrollably around him as he moved in and out of her, making the
storm inside her loins last. Grissom could feel her hot juices flow onto
her thighs. He needed relief, but he didn’t want to stop, she felt too
good.
He smiled as
he moaned into her shoulder when he stopped fighting the battle, spurting his
relief into her. They leaned on one another, spent and they felt as if they had
finally come home into the arms of something that they both needed and wanted
desperately.

Grissom tentatively let her down on unsteady legs, giving her a questioning
look and receiving a look of complete contentment in return. She sighed
as she leaned against the door in relaxed happiness. Together, they quietly
helped one another clean up and redress as their bodies began to unwind from
the tension.
Sara turned to
check herself in the mirror. She smiled at him as he stood back to watch
her.
"I can't
believe how much in love I am with you."
Grissom’s brow
furrowed as he looked at his shoes, "Will you be with me?"
Sara laughed,
turning to face him, "I am with you."
"No...I
want you to be with me...all the time."
Sara grew
serious as well. She grabbed his face with both hands, forcing him to
look her in the eyes, "Yes, all the time."
"I need
you."
He held gently
in his arms, while she reveled in the powerful feeling of being caught by
someone so wonderful, "You’ve got me Grissom."
Before long,
they separated, making their way into the crowd, knowing that they still had to
keep their bliss a secret. Grissom sat back in the booth, moving over more so
that Sara could join the rest of the team who were enjoying a conversation
about the best restaurants in the city.
Catherine
finally asked the question that had been riding on everyone’s minds as Grissom
and Sara joined them.
“So…where have
you two been?”
Grissom rolled
his eyes at Catherine’s accusatory tone. “We were outside getting air…having an
actual conversation.”
TBC….
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