Retribution

Chapter: 21

Catherine had gone for a coffee and Sara had gotten out of bed. She sat by the window looking out into the Garden of the hospital. It was actually quite beautiful. Catherine had told her she was 3 weeks pregnant and she suddenly found herself thinking back, trying to remember the day the baby had been conceived. They were usually very careful when it came to contraception. Sara wore a patch, and on the odd occasion when this hadn’t happened, they used condoms. Then she remembered “that” evening…..

FLASHBACK: 3 weeks earlier…
Catherine’s birthday. An amazing bash at the Rampart had been arranged. Catherine had a private area all sectioned off for her party. Going all out, live music, free bar, humongous buffet. The place was buzzing. Everyone was there apart from Sara. She’d been loaned out to days as a one off and would be arriving a little later…..
Sara was pissed as she stripped off in the shower room of the lab.
“Stupid fucking dog..” She mumbled to herself dropping her wet clothes to the floor. She’d been unexpectedly knocked into the swimming pool of her crime scene by a rather exuberantly excited German Shepard. The dog had managed to break away from one of the officers trying to remove it from the house and bounded around the garden looking for some attention. Unfortunately for Sara, who was taking a sample from the pool, was given no time to react when he went bounding towards her, knocking her backwards into the water.
She was so infuriated. She didn’t even think about it when she ripped off her dripping wet contraception patch and threw it in the waste basket. The situation wasn’t the only reason for her frustration. It had been a lousy week. Her and Grissom had hardly spent any time together and they hadn’t made love in nearly 10 days. Every time she’d wanted too she knew he was too tired or too busy and she didn’t want to push him, so she didn‘t ask or offer. But something stirred wildly in her tonight. She needed release before she exploded. And she knew with what was hanging in her locker that even if Grissom wasn’t in the mood tonight when she got to the party, he soon would be!
Grissom was by the bar talking to Catherine, Warrick and Nick. Greg was dancing with Wendy and the mood was vibrant and loud.
Catherine handed the guys a glass of champagne and they all spoke their thanks.
“So Griss.” Nick said. “How long is Sara going to be? We got to get this party started!”
Grissom looked at his watch, then frowned. “I thought she’d be here by now, maybe I should go call her.”
Just as he’d finished talking there was a slight change to noise level of the room. A little quieter. Catherine looked around and noticed most of the male bodies in the room had their mouths hanging open and their eyes glued towards the entrance. Including Greg who had just finished his dance. She followed his gaze…..and there stood Sara. Catherine smiled. “Wow,” she thought. “Err…hold that thought Gil, she’s here.” She nodded towards the entrance and Grissom followed her direction taking a sip of champagne as he turned. As soon as his eyes came across his lover, he almost chocked, spitting the champagne across the room. Warrick burst out laughing but Greg didn’t look too impressed getting the majority of it on his shirt.
“Easy boy.” Catherine said tapping Grissom on the hand giggling, noticing the glass he was holding was shaking a little.
Sara saw them and smiled. Slowly sauntering towards them. Now Grissom’s mouth hung open. She was dressed in a tight, sleek red dress, which rested a fair way above her knees. And a pair of long black knee length black boots. Grissom could do nothing but stare. My god those boots! Those fucking legs! He felt a twang in his groin as she got closer.
“Close your mouth Gil!” Catherine said chuckling.
“Hey guys.” Sara said as she reached them. “Sorry I took so long…had a little unexpected incident at my crime scene….Hi honey..” She leaned in and kissed Grissom quickly on the cheek. She grinned and lifted a finger under his chin, pushing upwards she closed his open mouth for him.
Grissom still found himself speechless.
“Well,” Sara continued. “I’m just gonna go mingle ok?”
Before anyone, especially Grissom could say anything she walked onto the dance floor and began chatting.
“Gil are you ok?” Catherine asked him. He hadn’t moved apart from his eyes. Piercing. Watching Sara’s every move.
“A ha,” was all he said.
Sara came across Greg, wiping down his shirt. “Hey Grego, what’s up?”
He turned to her. “Hey Sara.”
Sara looked at his shirt. “What happened to you?”
“Why don’t you ask Grissom.”
“What?” Sara was a little confused.
Greg shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, oh and by the way. You look….well, stunning.”
Sara smiled. “Thanks Greg, I’m glad at least someone noticed.”
“Oh believe me, I think everyone noticed.”
Sara’s smile broadened. “You think so? Even Gil?” She knew he had, she was just teasing.
“Oh yeah, especially him!” Greg knew first hand.
“You want to dance?” Sara asked.
Greg looked over at Grissom. “Err.. I don’t know Sara, Grissom doesn’t look too impressed.”
Sara grinned. “Oh he’ll be fine, come on, were here to have a good time aren’t we?”. She took his hand and gave him no option, leading him onto the dance floor just as the music slowed down a little. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, his face flushed.
“I won’t bite Greg.” She took one of his hands and placed it on her hip and they began to dance.
“Cath you want to dance?” Warrick asked.
“Sure,” she said taking his hand leading him onto the floor.
Wendy came over and took Nick’s hand following Catherine and Warrick, leaving Grissom standing by himself. His blood starting to boil. He watched Sara intently. Every swing of her hips, her hands moving along Greg’s back. Her long legs, oh god, her long, long legs. He could feel his arousal growing through his jealousy and his desire. He shifted uneasily. Then as someone cut into the dance, basically saving Greg from having an accident he didn’t want to have, that was it. Seeing the mans hands working around her back, then sneaking to her ass. He slammed the champagne glass down on the bar and stormed across the dance floor. He grabbed Sara’s hand and pulled her roughly away from her dance partner.
“Excuse me,” he said gruffly to the man. “Mind if I cut in!?” The man stood back hearing that this wasn’t a request.
“Sure, no problem,” he said a little afraid and disappeared back into the crowd.
“Gil!” Sara screeched. “What the hell was that?”
“That!” He said, roughly pulling her towards him “Is me taking what belongs to me!”
Sara frowned on the outside, but was loving it on the inside.
“Excuse me?” She said firmly.
Grissom firmly clasped his hands around her waist holding her to him and began to move.
“You heard me. You did that on purpose.”
Sara tried to look innocent. “What?”
“Teasing me. The dancing, that dress….those….fucking boots!”
Sara felt herself tingle at his obscenity.
He pulled her tighter to him. She could feel his growing erection through his pants and grinned to herself, biting her bottom lip slightly.
“Can you feel how much your teasing me Sara?” He whispered as he ground his hips against her thigh.
A slight moan escaped Sara’s lips as his hands worked around to her ass.
“Oh yes…” she whispered slyly. “I can feel your big fat cock right through my naked dress!”
Grissom’s head shot up his eyes dark.
She smirked and then moved her lips to his neck, slowly her breath travelled upwards, until her lips reached his ear. “That’s right….no panties tonight!”
Grissom groaned now as she returned the favour and ground her hips against him. He was loosing control.
The tempo of the music changed and Sara pulled away to Grissom’s dismay.
“I have to use the bathroom,” she said sexily and without another word walked away. Leaving Grissom extremely turned on in the middle of the dance floor. He swallowed hard, thought for a second, and began walking.
Sara reached the bathroom but the instant she put her hand on the door, she found herself being pushed roughly through it.
She squealed and turned quickly to be met by Grissom’s wanton swirling blue eyes.
“Gil….” Was all she managed before his lips devoured hers, pushing her into one of the cubicles, the door slamming shut, his fingers quickly locking it.
She pulled away as he pinned her to the side of the cubicle. “What are you doing?”
“Your such a fucking tease you know that Sara?!”
Sara grinned.
“You want it?” He said roughly.
“Oh you bet your ass I want it baby…but,” she reached down and gabbed his cock roughly. “Can’t you keep it in your pants until we get home?!”
Now Grissom grinned and leaned to her ear. “No!” Was his simple answer.
Sara’s eyes shot up to meet his, she was now a little panicked. “We can’t do it here!”
Grissom’s hands began to snake down her thigh and then back up under the dress.
“Why not?” He breathed into her neck, suckling hard.
Sara could feel herself getting hotter and hotter. Her hands running roughly through his hair.
“Because we are in a public bathroom at your best friends birthday….party,” her last word high pitched as his fingers reached the delicate folds between her bare legs.
“So…” was all he said as he inserted a finger slowly into her.
“Fuck!” She screamed feeling his finger inside her. Hard.
Grissom’s free hand shot up and covered her mouth.
“Shhhh…”. He kept his hand over her mouth as he inserted a second finger, Sara’s gasp muffled under his hand. “Quiet…”
Sara’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as he moved his fingers within her.
“Is this what you wanted huh? Fucking tease!”
Sara attempted a mumble under her covered mouth, but Grissom swooped. His lips quickly replacing his hand. Muffling her cries as his fingers worked faster. His tongue devoured her and she felt like she could melt at any moment.
She moaned deeply into his mouth as his thumb moved to her delicate little nub, rubbing harder and harder. He didn’t let up one little bit, then he felt her spasm around his hand violently. Groaning deeply around his probing tongue as she came, hard.
He pulled his mouth away.
“Jesus fucking Christ..!” She gasped. Looking into Gil’s smug eyes. She tried to get her bearings but hardly had the chance as she heard the familiar sound of a zipper being pulled down. His hands slithered around to her ass and lifted her onto him, thrusting hard into her, pinning her tightly against the cubicle.
“Oh gggggggggoddddddddddd!" She screamed, feeling him fully within her hard and strong. She tightly wrapped her legs around him and he began to thrust. Hard! All of him. In, out, in, out. A long slow rhythm. Driving her crazy.
“Sssssara…….”, he groaned.
“Ooooh, yes baby, harder,” she cooed.
He didn’t disappoint and slammed ruthlessly into her, making the whole cubicle shake. Just as he was about to get completely lost in her. The bathroom door opened and two giggling woman came in. Grissom froze, his eyes wide looking deep into Sara’s. Now she had to hold her own hand over her mouth as he again thrust, but this time delicately. Sara shook her head, as if to ask him to stop. He grinned and thrust again and again. Her eyes bulged out of her head and she tightened the pressure on her hand. Trying to muffle her groans of pleasure. Her eyes were pleading with him, she couldn’t keep quiet and didn’t want to be the talk of Vegas. He stopped thrusting and moved her hand away from her mouth. “Fucking mine!” He mouthed silently to her as his mouth engulfed hers. His lips never left hers until he heard the two women leaving after doing their business. His mouth moved to her neck and he thrust hard once more.
“Aghhhhhh…” Sara moaned as Grissom lifted her a little more, entering her deeper.
“You are soooo fucking mine!!” He shouted now and set off relentlessly thrusting into her. Her cries of pleasure most likely audible down the corridor but he didn’t care anymore.
“Gil…baby…I’m….I’m….gonna….”
“Come Sara…” he gasped, and she did, long and hard, clenching around him, drawing him in deeper. Stars twinkling behind her closed eyes.
Hearing her scream his name sent him over the edge and he came in ribbons and ribbons inside her. Ten days of saved up energy all shot inside her in one go. So hot and so so good. He collapsed against her and she held him tightly. After a long while he was able to push himself up to be greeted by Sara grinning back at him.
“So….”, she said. “You like the boots…..?”

Sara smiled at the memory and then looked back around the hospital room and her smile faded as she came back to reality. Then her head shot up in realisation.
“Oh bugger…”, she mumbled. “My baby was conceived in a Las Vegas toilet!”