Unbelievably Unbearable
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
5,871
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
By the time Sara had reached the laundry room her pulse had
returned to something close to normal. One thought was
looping through her mind. 'Gil Grissom is naked in my
living room.' Sara giggled outloud, something she rarely
did, especially in the recent past. "Hurry, Sara," she
chided herself. She tossed the clothes into an available
dryer and suddenly remember she didn't bring her fabric softener
or quarters. "Shit, Shit, Shit," she cursed.
Sara opened her apartment door to find Grissom sitting on
her sofa with a blanket wrapped around him. He smiled at
her sheepishly. "I got a little cold."
"S'okay, I forgot quarters," she told him as she reached
into her change jar and fished out the pesky coins. She
retrieved the softener from under her sink and flashed him
a bright smile. "I will be right back, no longer than three
minutes, I promise." He nodded and nervously pulled the blanket
a little tighter around his body.
Every second Grissom sat there gave him time to think. To say
he was having second thoughts would be an understatement.
'How in the hell did you let yourself get into this situation,
Gil?' He mentally berated himself. The chill in the apartment
had served to soften his member but he knew deep down that it
had been much more than mere lust that existed between he and
Sara. But as deeply as he cared for her, he couldn't just pretend
the obstacles weren't there. He was just too damn rational for
that.
The sound of the front door closing signaled Sara's return.
Sara noticed the white knuckle grip and realized he was
reconsidering his earlier statement. Maybe he still had
some fight left in him. Well so did she dammit and she
was definitely going to go down swinging.
"Now where were we?" She asked in her husky voice as
she seductively sauntered over to the sofa.
"Oh, you mean that wasn't just a cruel joke?"
She sighed,"No, Griss, it's just that sometimes with
you I have to take matters into my own hands so to speak."
As she said this she slowly slid her hand beneath the blanket
and up Grissom's muscled thigh.
Grissom jumped from the couch as if her touch had burned him.
As he tried to cross the room the blanket got tangled up in his
feet and he fell face first onto floor. He had gotten his hands
out just in time to brace the fall. Sara's immediate reaction
was to gasp. But once she was certain he was okay she gave
over to a fit of giggles.
"What's so goddamn funny?" Grissom uncharcteristically yelled.
He was embarrassed.
"I'm sorry it's just that you have such a cute ass, Grissom."
He realized that the blanket had flown open giving Sara a full
moon to look upon.
"Dammit, Sara, quit cackling like a hen and help me out here."
"God, Grissom you have got to learn to loosen up. You want help?
Fine, I'll help you out."
Sara straddled Grissoms naked ass. "You can run but you can't
hide, Griss, and now I have you pinned down. Now hold still,
you are going to get a massage. If you had been more loose and
limber you might not have fallen you know. Now just lay there and
for chrissake, try to RELAX,"
By the time Sara had reached the laundry room her pulse had
returned to something close to normal. One thought was
looping through her mind. 'Gil Grissom is naked in my
living room.' Sara giggled outloud, something she rarely
did, especially in the recent past. "Hurry, Sara," she
chided herself. She tossed the clothes into an available
dryer and suddenly remember she didn't bring her fabric softener
or quarters. "Shit, Shit, Shit," she cursed.
Sara opened her apartment door to find Grissom sitting on
her sofa with a blanket wrapped around him. He smiled at
her sheepishly. "I got a little cold."
"S'okay, I forgot quarters," she told him as she reached
into her change jar and fished out the pesky coins. She
retrieved the softener from under her sink and flashed him
a bright smile. "I will be right back, no longer than three
minutes, I promise." He nodded and nervously pulled the blanket
a little tighter around his body.
Every second Grissom sat there gave him time to think. To say
he was having second thoughts would be an understatement.
'How in the hell did you let yourself get into this situation,
Gil?' He mentally berated himself. The chill in the apartment
had served to soften his member but he knew deep down that it
had been much more than mere lust that existed between he and
Sara. But as deeply as he cared for her, he couldn't just pretend
the obstacles weren't there. He was just too damn rational for
that.
The sound of the front door closing signaled Sara's return.
Sara noticed the white knuckle grip and realized he was
reconsidering his earlier statement. Maybe he still had
some fight left in him. Well so did she dammit and she
was definitely going to go down swinging.
"Now where were we?" She asked in her husky voice as
she seductively sauntered over to the sofa.
"Oh, you mean that wasn't just a cruel joke?"
She sighed,"No, Griss, it's just that sometimes with
you I have to take matters into my own hands so to speak."
As she said this she slowly slid her hand beneath the blanket
and up Grissom's muscled thigh.
Grissom jumped from the couch as if her touch had burned him.
As he tried to cross the room the blanket got tangled up in his
feet and he fell face first onto floor. He had gotten his hands
out just in time to brace the fall. Sara's immediate reaction
was to gasp. But once she was certain he was okay she gave
over to a fit of giggles.
"What's so goddamn funny?" Grissom uncharcteristically yelled.
He was embarrassed.
"I'm sorry it's just that you have such a cute ass, Grissom."
He realized that the blanket had flown open giving Sara a full
moon to look upon.
"Dammit, Sara, quit cackling like a hen and help me out here."
"God, Grissom you have got to learn to loosen up. You want help?
Fine, I'll help you out."
Sara straddled Grissoms naked ass. "You can run but you can't
hide, Griss, and now I have you pinned down. Now hold still,
you are going to get a massage. If you had been more loose and
limber you might not have fallen you know. Now just lay there and
for chrissake, try to RELAX,"