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The First Date Theory	By : CTorresBarreda Category: CSI > General Views: 3872 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The First Date Theory
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The First Date Theory

Rating NC-17

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, so be kind. Also, its AU. Thanks Ghibli for the challenge.

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“I can’t believe we’re here.” Grissom stated, staring at Sara, the woman he’d longed for ever since she had moved to Las Vegas; the same woman he never thought he’d have.

Sara smiled to herself and stared down at her plate, a tiny portion of dinner left over that she knew she couldn’t finish. It was delicious, and Sara had melted inside when Grissom had served her the steamy and wonderfully smelling vegetarian plate. He hadn’t remembered in the past, though this time she could see that he’d cared enough to.

“What can’t you believe?” She asked, smiling sweetly at him and taking a sip of her white wine. They were dressed up and enjoying a nice formal dinner, in the privacy of Grissom’s home. In the eyes of some, this might seem antisocial. But for them, it was an opening of sorts - they were never ones for public life anyway.

“That we’re...here.” Grissom’s love for words taunted him, as he never seemed to be able to find the right ones around Sara. Thoughts swirled around in his head, answering Sara’s questions but not allowing themselves to escape through his lips. That you are dating me. That you are sitting in my house, wearing a beautiful black dress with skimpy straps and material that clings nicely to your...

“Grissom, I know. It seems we’ve been avoiding this and wanting it at the same time.” Sara sat back in her chair and stretched slightly, her stocking feet nudging Grissom’s unintentionally and coming to rest on them. She gauged his reaction, and was pleased that he didn’t move. “But I think if we stick to the theory, we’ll be fine.”

The theory was that they were to leave their work personalities at the door, and pretend to already be dating, so that any first date jitters would theoretically not exist. It felt foreign during the tapas, but it hadn’t taken either of them long to become somewhat comfortable with the geekish personas underneath that they already knew.

As Sara’s foot rested on top of his, Grissom searched frantically through the theory to see what he should do in this situation, because her light touch had brought an intense feeling within him, one he’d never felt before. He craved more contact with her, sitting close on the couch, dancing in each other’s arms....he shook his head as his mind wandered too far. Sara wouldn’t do that on the first date. And neither would he, would he?

Sara watched the hairs on Grissom’s arms rise defiantly as she slowly rubbed his foot, catching him closing his eyes in pleasure for just a millisecond, before they snapped back open and focused on her.

He needed to move. Walk onto the balcony, dance, clear the table, it didn’t matter, so long as he could move and hopefully stop the other reaction she had caused from reaching its full potential. He knew that if she continued for even half a moment longer he would not be able to stand up without her knowing. As his face reddened slightly and he gathered the plates as he stood up, a small voice in the back of his head wondered if it would be all that horrible if she noticed.

Sara caught the slight blush and bit her lip to keep the smile from being detected. She watched him carefully make his way to the sink without her being able to see the front of him, and she momentarily wondered why she was a little proud of the reaction she’d caused. She felt bad that she’d embarrassed Grissom, but she was hoping to get a rise out of him. Her mind giggled at the intentional pun as she stood and brought the semi full wine glasses into the kitchen.

Grissom was just closing the dishwasher door and turned around to face her, pleased with his ability to return to normal so quickly. Sara handed him his glass and looked down at the floor sheepishly, before subconsciously rearranging her dress.

Grissom’s heart stopped as she lifted the straps slightly to pull the dress up, her nipples gracing the inside of the silky black material and confirming his suspicion that she was not wearing a bra. He averted his eyes with embarrassment when she caught him staring, and what he had just been so proud to get rid of came back with a vengeance.

“Remember, we’re already dating.” Sara said quietly, not breaking contact with Grissom’s eyes, and yet being totally aware of the presence below Grissom’s belt.

His embarrassment at getting an erection twice in front of Sara subsided a little, as it seemed to be Sara’s way of telling him that it not only didn’t bother her, but that perhaps she was interested in more. He was, and he still couldn’t believe it. He’d imagined having sex with Sara before, but...not like this.

Her eyes seemed to tell him she wanted it though, and she moved closer to him, seemingly looking for a kiss. A quick peck on the lips, the first small step to get it over with, before going in for what she really wanted. The second time Grissom met her lips halfway, closing his eyes and wondering when he’d wake up from this dream. Surely it must be a dream.

Sara leaned into Grissom, placing her wine glass on the counter behind him and then placing her hand on his back, keeping them close. She could feel his arousal on the inside of her leg, and she grew more excited, awaking feelings she hadn’t felt in a while, not even in the dreams of him that she’d had. They finished the kiss and pulled back slightly, Sara’s eyes remaining closed and Grissom fighting his urge to take things further.

She opened her eyes again and regarded him, wondering if he wanted it as much as she did.

“I think we’re both looking for the answer to the same question.” She murmured, remaining in Grissom’s arms. He hadn’t even realized he was still holding her.

“Is it okay to?” He asked, becoming unsure as to what the repercussions might be.

“I think it’s all right Grissom. We can’t seem to find words to talk at work, so it won’t ever come out there.”

He slowly smiled and rubbed her back softly, trying to conceal his intense desire to see her naked.

“Besides,” he said, swallowing his doubts, “theoretically, we’re already dating.”

She laughed and they broke apart, glad the serious decision making was over. The smile he loved remained on her face as she joked to him, before grabbing his hands.

“Right. So it’s not sex on the first date.”

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They spent the better part of that evening watching a movie on TV, slowly becoming more comfortable with the contact between each other before anything serious happened. It was around eleven when Pretty in Pink ended, and with the movie’s finish the nerves started again. Sara wondered if she was going home now, or if their conversation in the kitchen had actually been real.

Grissom also must have been wondering, because Sara noticed he was waiting to see what the first move would be, and who would make it. Sara hid her pleasure when Grissom placed his hand on her back, however her smile escaped her control with what he said next.

“My room...is..uh...just upstairs, if you’d like to stay over...”

Her bright smile gave Grissom confidence as he stood up and held out his hand for Sara’s, leading her upstairs to his room.

“Just so you know,” she said, breaking the silence between them, “I don’t normally do this on the first date. But since it’s not, I guess I’m fine.” It seemed that her smile would not go away, and Grissom was determined to taste her lips again. They were standing just inside his room, and he slid his arm around Sara’s waist to pull her close, kissing her lips and gently sucking on the bottom one. Sara felt weak in the knees, though she did not lose her balance. Her hands also wrapped themselves around Grissom, though they quickly found their way under his shirt.

He stood erect at her soft touch along his spine, wanting to feel more of her against his skin. He stopped kissing, lifting his head back and drawing an inquisitive look from Sara. He wanted to enjoy her getting naked though, and not just strip her clothes off. He placed one hand on her shoulder, a rough hand that had processed thousands of pieces of evidence and that was now sliding the slinky strap of a dress off the shoulder of his most delicate discovery yet. With both straps fallen to the side, Grissom reached around and undid the tiny zipper that helped to keep the dress up. It slid down her, and Grissom watched with lust filled eyes as more and more skin was revealed.

Sara didn’t mind the show she was putting on for Grissom: in fact she secretly enjoyed it. It excited her to see him so entranced by her stripping, and as she led him to the bed he took off his own shirt. Sara was more than pleased, because Grissom always covered up at work and she could honestly say she loved how he looked.

She pressed against his chest while leaning up for a kiss, and the sensuality of their bare skin making contact acted merely as an enticement for things to come. Sara tugged at Grissom’s belt while he let her tongue explore the inside of his mouth, teasing his own tongue with varying amounts of pressure.

His hands circled her shoulders before he brought them around between them, cupping her breasts softly and causing a chill to course through Sara. He massaged very gently while kissing and then took one of Sara’s pert nipples between this fingers, squeezing it lightly and causing her to gasp. Pleased with her reaction, Grissom left Sara’s lips and leaned down towards her chest, rapidly flicking her nipple with his tongue and then slowly sucking on it. Sara moaned at the wonderful feeling it created while grasping at Grissom’s shoulders to keep her balance.

He noticed and thought that now would be a good time to move to the bed.

Grissom stood and gently sat Sara down, and as she crawled onto the bed to sprawl out, he fumbled to get his belt off and managed to shed his pants not long after. He kept his boxers on however, because he was still a little shy, and he wanted to concentrate on Sara more than himself. She was resting on her back with her arms propped under her head, in only her panties and seemingly unashamed.

Grissom lay beside Sara on the down comforter, marveling at the body that the black dress crumpled on the floor had only barely hidden. It wasn’t cold in the room, but Sara’s nipples were partially erect from anticipation, and as Grissom propped himself up on his side she steadied herself for the one thing she’d craved in her dreams for the past five years; his contact.

He kissed her lips gently, bringing her chin up to meet his with his hand and nibbling slightly on her lower lip. She subconsciously turned onto her side to face him, reveling in his warmth. He continued kissing her, moving to the soft skin of her neck and sending shivers through her from the strong desire of his lips. Grissom’s hand traveled lightly down Sara’s back, the fingertips softly dancing upon her skin. Goose bumps raced down her spine after his fingers, spreading like wild fire on a virgin plain.

He stopped upon reaching her underwear, a black cotton string bikini that was out of place with the silky dress and stockings, but that fit Sara’s personality perfectly. A woman who didn’t mind accentuating her beauty, but who was unwilling to sacrifice comfort for the sake of pure fashion.

His lips left her neck and he watched his own hand slip under the elastic waistband of the panties, marveling at the soft skin as he moved to Sara’s front. His own boxer-briefs were becoming extremely uncomfortable, but Grissom was entranced with the tease of the paradise hidden beneath Sara’s string bikini.

Sara opened her eyes and melted at the mixture of lust and love in Grissom’s, before gazing down his body and concentrating on his grey shorts. Her brain almost short circuited when Grissom’s finger brushed across the top of her lips, the pent-up sexual frustration causing her nerve endings to jump like live wires. She somehow managed to undo the button in the front of Grissom’s shorts, releasing him and welcoming his warmth into her hand. He groaned lightly at her touch, pushing her hips back and pulling on the soft material.

Sara allowed herself to be rolled gently on to her back and lifted her behind slightly to allow Grissom to remove the black panties. He paused for a few seconds while kneeling in front of her, looking quite unsure as to what his next action should be. Sara smiled up at him, wondering how long it had been since he’d had sex, or even if he’d had it at all.

“Shorts...” She murmured softly to him, letting a smile creep up from the corners of her mouth.

She barely finished saying the word before Grissom haphazardly tossed his shorts in the direction of the laundry basket. He nudged open her legs with his knees and ran his fingers up Sara’s thighs, massaging them as he made his way towards the centre.

He didn’t just want to have sex with Sara. He wanted to make love to her, become a part of her. Her back arched slightly as Grissom gently squeezed her bottom, and he smiled as she whimpered softly when he slowly ran his hand along her moist lips; pleased that she enjoyed his touch, and a little surprised at how wet she was for him.

He lightly brushed over her clit with his finger tip and Sara’s whole body jumped as her legs seemed to spread open a little more on their own. He leaned over her to give her another kiss and she took the opportunity to gently stroke him, before whispering in his ear.

“Enough teasing...we’ve waited too long.”

Grissom smiled and kissed her neck with passion, breaking fast when he realized he might be making a mark. He figured they’d have a hard enough time keeping this to themselves without the added help of a hickey. He leaned to the side of the bed, flicking open the small drawer of the bedside table and taking out a condom, which Sara fully intended to ask him about later. It only took him a few seconds to suit up, but it felt like too long to Sara. Throwing the condom wrapper down on the comforter, Grissom returned to Sara, bringing himself forward to kiss her forehead. His sheathed penis hit her clit in this motion, and both shuddered in anticipation.

Grissom let out a sigh of content before kissing his way from Sara’s neck down to her shaven mound, which glistened for him. He positioned himself to enter her, rubbing just outside to tease her a tiny bit more, and taking pride in the moan that Sara let escape her lips.

He guided himself in gently and watched her face to make sure all was well. As many times as they’d had rougher sex in his dreams, he wanted to make sure this night was perfect, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He considered himself to only be of average size but Sara tightly welcomed him inside of her, the pure heat of her desire compelling him to start thrusting slowly.

Sara appreciated Grissom’s care in trying not to hurt her, but she’d waited too long and fantasized too much for gentle sex. She wanted to experience him, she wanted to be worn out by him, and if it was sore to walk tomorrow, she’d take that in pride. She suspected he wanted more than first time soft sex too, because when her hands massaged down his back and squeezed his ass tightly he sped up his thrusting.

Sara’s hands spurned Grissom, overriding his uncertainty and letting his lust guide him. He greedily stole kisses from her as his hands steadied him on the bed while her hips rose up to meet his, allowing him to be just that tiny bit further inside of her. Their eyes alternated between closed and open as they rocked together, neither one believing that their dreams were coming true.

Sara felt her body’s urge for satisfaction take over and she wrapped her legs around him for better stimulation, drawing him closer to her and causing him to bump against her clit as he thrusted. She clenched her eyes shut with the jolts being sent through her nervous system by him, bringing her closer to climax. Grissom was coming close as well, deciding to lean back and withdraw himself almost completely out of her, before slamming back in with an intensity previously unmatched. Sara’s hips rocked with the long and hard thrusts, curling upwards and allowing Grissom’s penis to randomly rub against the upper wall inside of her, hitting her G spot sporadically and causing her to shudder.

“Close..” Grissom mumbled, seemingly to no one because it didn’t appear as if Sara could hear him. The hair on his arms tingled and stood up against the tight muscles that were keeping him positioned above her. They allowed him to plunge into her furiously as her hands traveled down his back and landed on his clenched behind. She squeezed him and uttered a low moan, her head tipping upward and her toes starting to curl.

He moved his hand for better placement and hit the condom wrapper, causing his hand to slide on the comforter and give out on him. He crashed into Sara, her resulting groan from the pleasure of being filled completely by him in this final thrust. She clenched down on him in her orgasm, keeping him inside of her as she rode the waves of joy. Grissom exploded as her body grabbed him, a release he’d needed for five years.

His hot breath in her neck tickled Sara, but she loved every second of it. He was warm on top of her, the contact of their skin was pure heaven, and he felt no heavier than a down pillow on her. They lay like that for a moment, their hearts returning to a more regular pattern together.

Other things started to return to normal as well, and Grissom reluctantly lifted himself up and carefully out of Sara. He excused himself to the washroom, grabbing the cursed wrapper as he went. Sara stretched and rolled onto her stomach, facing the bedroom door and waiting for her turn.

She stared at Grissom’s closet door, unsure of whether she was dreaming or not. The dampness between her legs convinced her it was reality, and she felt fresh, like she’d finally gotten rid of a lot of pent-up emotions. Grissom exited the washroom in a fresh pair of shorts he’d grabbed on the way there and Sara could see from his face that he felt near the same. She rose off the bed, slightly shy to stand naked in front of Grissom in the light, and quietly asked for a pair of shorts.

While Sara freshened up in the washroom Grissom prepared a light snack of popcorn to watch TV or another movie on the couch. He laughed to himself about their theory for the night, because it had seemed to work; it gave them both a comfort zone that didn’t previously exist.

With a steaming bowl of popcorn in hand, Grissom made his way to the couch to find Sara already there, sitting with a blanket in hand and seemingly waiting for him. She’d found one of his old t-shirts to wear and snuggled into him when he climbed onto the soft cushion. Her legs easily intertwined with his and the blanket covered them both nicely. It was romantic, close, warm, and too good to be true. It had to be. He could only hope that Sara felt as good to be there with him as he felt with her, and for the moment he felt horrible inside for denying this happiness to her at first. But then, he didn’t know where this would leave them, at work, and in their personal lives.

“Stop thinking about it.” Sara spoke, and Grissom panicked, wondering if she’d asked him something and by being preoccupied in thought he hadn’t answered. She didn’t look at him though, her eyes remained fixed on the television while watching the TV Guide scroll. He then realized that she had just known what he was thinking about, though it shouldn’t have surprised him, because he often thought too much about things.

“Oooh! Molly Ringwald night.” She announced, switching the channel and tossing the controller gently onto the coffee table. The opening music to The Breakfast Club came through the stereo speakers, and Grissom hugged Sara tighter to him. If she wanted to watch movies from the 80’s all night, he was okay with that. The night was long any way, and they’d already conquered it.

The End.
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