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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
10,733
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13
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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14
Chapter 14
Sara looked at the boxes. They had arrived shortly after she had gotten home. The card was signed, G.
There were two of them. One box held a set of round diamond earrings. The other held a matching tennis bracelet. They were both set in white gold.
Sara had tried them on and taken them off. She pushed them towards Gil.
“I can’t take these, Gris?”
Her hands were in his lap. “Why not?”
“It’s too much.”
“If Michael bought them, would you take them?”
Sara looked into his eyes. Why was he doing this? Since their brief time apart he was becoming more and more possessive and demanding. He had made several veiled threats about letting Michael know about their relationship. It had started with the time Michael was at the door and escalated after that. Sara was delighted and afraid.
“Gil, it’s not the same thing. We aren’t in a relationship. We have sex, Gil. We fuck. That’s it. We couple. It’s biological. We fuck because we have been attracted to one another for years. It’s just one of those things.”
He met her eyes. She was surprised to see his wounded expression. It quickly turned into something else.
“I could always send them to you at work,” he challenged.
She pulled the boxes back towards her. “I wish I knew why you were behaving like this.”
“You think it’s easy for me, Sara. You think it’s easy for me to watch you with him. To watch him take you out on dates, to do nice things for you, to send you flowers?”
In the quickening of a heart beat, his anger dissipated and she saw the open wounds again.
She found it sadly ironic that she was the one that didn’t know do about “this.”
He reached his hand across the table.
Sara took the tips of his fingers in hers.
Grissom was not succeeding at controlling himself. Sara was a powerful drug. The more he had her, the more he wanted her. They were meeting twice week, and still it wasn’t enough. He just didn’t want her physically. He wanted to call her and tell her the silly thing Matthew had done or said. He longed to rub her back after a long shift. He wanted to cook her favorite foods and take her for long walks while she talked about her dreams.
The week before he’d cornered in the locker room.
“You are a mad man.”
“Mad for you.”
“What if someone comes in?”
“Warrick, Cath, and Nicky are at a triple in the Manchester. Greg is locked in the DNA lab for an audit. Sofia is off.”
His hand inched up the skirt she had worn for court.
“Sara Sidle, you don’t have any panties.”
“I must have forgotten those.”
She stroked him through his khakis.
Something close to a groan left his mouth. The echo resounded off the walls.
“Gil, are you okay?”
It was Catherine.
Sara tightened her grip.
Gil bit back an oath. His voice was a stark contrast to his steady baritone. “Yeah, I just cut myself.”
“You need help?”
He croaked as Sara’s hand increased its pace. Her dark eyes and his blue one were locked in a duel of will. “No, I am not dressed.”
“What do I care?”
He fairly screamed at her thumb grazed his head. “No! I got it Cath.”
She was almost around the corner now. “Cath, its fine. I am fine. Please just stay over there.”
“Your wish. I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
He didn’t respond as Sara tongue danced in his mouth.
Sara looked at the boxes. They had arrived shortly after she had gotten home. The card was signed, G.
There were two of them. One box held a set of round diamond earrings. The other held a matching tennis bracelet. They were both set in white gold.
Sara had tried them on and taken them off. She pushed them towards Gil.
“I can’t take these, Gris?”
Her hands were in his lap. “Why not?”
“It’s too much.”
“If Michael bought them, would you take them?”
Sara looked into his eyes. Why was he doing this? Since their brief time apart he was becoming more and more possessive and demanding. He had made several veiled threats about letting Michael know about their relationship. It had started with the time Michael was at the door and escalated after that. Sara was delighted and afraid.
“Gil, it’s not the same thing. We aren’t in a relationship. We have sex, Gil. We fuck. That’s it. We couple. It’s biological. We fuck because we have been attracted to one another for years. It’s just one of those things.”
He met her eyes. She was surprised to see his wounded expression. It quickly turned into something else.
“I could always send them to you at work,” he challenged.
She pulled the boxes back towards her. “I wish I knew why you were behaving like this.”
“You think it’s easy for me, Sara. You think it’s easy for me to watch you with him. To watch him take you out on dates, to do nice things for you, to send you flowers?”
In the quickening of a heart beat, his anger dissipated and she saw the open wounds again.
She found it sadly ironic that she was the one that didn’t know do about “this.”
He reached his hand across the table.
Sara took the tips of his fingers in hers.
Grissom was not succeeding at controlling himself. Sara was a powerful drug. The more he had her, the more he wanted her. They were meeting twice week, and still it wasn’t enough. He just didn’t want her physically. He wanted to call her and tell her the silly thing Matthew had done or said. He longed to rub her back after a long shift. He wanted to cook her favorite foods and take her for long walks while she talked about her dreams.
The week before he’d cornered in the locker room.
“You are a mad man.”
“Mad for you.”
“What if someone comes in?”
“Warrick, Cath, and Nicky are at a triple in the Manchester. Greg is locked in the DNA lab for an audit. Sofia is off.”
His hand inched up the skirt she had worn for court.
“Sara Sidle, you don’t have any panties.”
“I must have forgotten those.”
She stroked him through his khakis.
Something close to a groan left his mouth. The echo resounded off the walls.
“Gil, are you okay?”
It was Catherine.
Sara tightened her grip.
Gil bit back an oath. His voice was a stark contrast to his steady baritone. “Yeah, I just cut myself.”
“You need help?”
He croaked as Sara’s hand increased its pace. Her dark eyes and his blue one were locked in a duel of will. “No, I am not dressed.”
“What do I care?”
He fairly screamed at her thumb grazed his head. “No! I got it Cath.”
She was almost around the corner now. “Cath, its fine. I am fine. Please just stay over there.”
“Your wish. I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
He didn’t respond as Sara tongue danced in his mouth.