Teacher's Pet
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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
11,330
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Three
Teacher's Pet
By doggettfann
Chapter Three
Grissom had spent years fantasizing, caculating the
tactic that he would use, the plan, the right moment
that he'd lure Sara Sidle into his private world.
It could be so easy, he knew that all he'd have to do
was ask her, and she'd be there. Her will was never
the question, but timing. It was all in the timimg.
Grissom had been close to setting up his plans
a few times, but the timimg was always somewhat
off. But tonight, he was ready. He knew she was ready.
He could taste it in the wind, smell it in the desert air.
Tonight was the night.
He had scheduled her to be off from work with him. He had
made the arrangements. And he was right. It was a perfect
Monday night in Las Vegas. A night that would only get
better as time passed.
Gil Grissom stood on his balcony looking out at the desert
city. A huge, closed mouth smile spread across his face as
he imagined her. It was more than he could stand.
He dialed her number.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Sara, it's Grissom. Do you have plans tonight?"
"Um, no. Do you need me for work? I thought you had the
night off."
He loved how she always knew his nights off. She was attentive to his
schedule. "I do. And no, it's not about work. I was wondering if you
could help me with another experiment."
She was thrilled. Just to be with him, to do anything with him on a night off.
It was progress. "Sure. I'm free."
"Great. Can you be at my place in one hour?"
"Yeah. Townhouse, um, in the C building, number 4 right?"
"Right." He was glad that she remembered. It had been a while since
she had been over with the team. It was the only time she had ever
been there. Until tonight.
"Okay. See you soon."
"One hour. And wear a dress," Grissom instructed in a soft growl.
"A dress? What kind of dress? Like what I'd wear to court?"
"No, no. Like what you'd wear on a hot date."
Chills ran over her body, her muscles tensed. "Grissom. What kind
of experiment is this?"
"I can't explain it on the phone. Just be here in one hour."
"Okay," she said, unsure of him. He could be so strange.
Was he asking her out? She wasn't sure, she just knew
that she would be there in one hour in a hot dress as he
had asked. She loved to see that smile of approval from
Gil Grissom. There was no better feeling to her. None.
Sara Sidle rang the doorbell. Grissom opened the door wearing
a deep blue terrycloth bathrobe tied low on his waist. A few
chest hairs were peeking through the slight opening higher
up on the robe.
His hair looked greyer to her than normal. Like it did a few years back.
She liked that look better. It was so much more suave and authroitive
and GQ- looking on him. His beard was freshly trimmed.
Those blue eyes peered at her, in a way she
had never seen. He looked almost like a vampire, ready to bite her
jugular. He looked hungrily at her, like she was his prey.
"Grissom?" she said, nerves in her sing-song voice.
"Come in."
Sara stepped inside looking around at the dimly lit room. Grissom
had ten candles aflame throughout the spacious townhouse. The
musky lavendar smell drifted straight to Sara's senses.
Grissom approved highly of her sleek red dress, her dark hair put up
in a clasp, a few strands free. Her black strappy heels made her even
taller than usual. The dress was short and open backed. He never
would have guessed that this dress would have hung in Sara's
closet. But he loved how she filled it out.
"So, what's the deal with the candles," she asked, her red painted
lips forming the words.
"You'll see. Have a seat," he said, taking her hand, leading her to his sofa.
"Is this a reinactment? A possible crime scenario?" she quizzed, knowing
deep down that much more than an experiment was going on here.
"No. This is something I have been wanting to do for years. I want you to
relax. Let me take control of the night, of the situation, of you."
She was quiet. He looked so charming to her, so much like the teacher
at the seminar at Berkley. When she first met him. She remembered
him being this way, in charge, not hesitant. She remembered how he had
asked her to dinner one night after the seminar was over. She gladly took
him up on it. He was flirty, charming...just like he was tonight, except
tonight he had more of a command in his voice. She liked it. It made her
wet.
By doggettfann
Chapter Three
Grissom had spent years fantasizing, caculating the
tactic that he would use, the plan, the right moment
that he'd lure Sara Sidle into his private world.
It could be so easy, he knew that all he'd have to do
was ask her, and she'd be there. Her will was never
the question, but timing. It was all in the timimg.
Grissom had been close to setting up his plans
a few times, but the timimg was always somewhat
off. But tonight, he was ready. He knew she was ready.
He could taste it in the wind, smell it in the desert air.
Tonight was the night.
He had scheduled her to be off from work with him. He had
made the arrangements. And he was right. It was a perfect
Monday night in Las Vegas. A night that would only get
better as time passed.
Gil Grissom stood on his balcony looking out at the desert
city. A huge, closed mouth smile spread across his face as
he imagined her. It was more than he could stand.
He dialed her number.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Sara, it's Grissom. Do you have plans tonight?"
"Um, no. Do you need me for work? I thought you had the
night off."
He loved how she always knew his nights off. She was attentive to his
schedule. "I do. And no, it's not about work. I was wondering if you
could help me with another experiment."
She was thrilled. Just to be with him, to do anything with him on a night off.
It was progress. "Sure. I'm free."
"Great. Can you be at my place in one hour?"
"Yeah. Townhouse, um, in the C building, number 4 right?"
"Right." He was glad that she remembered. It had been a while since
she had been over with the team. It was the only time she had ever
been there. Until tonight.
"Okay. See you soon."
"One hour. And wear a dress," Grissom instructed in a soft growl.
"A dress? What kind of dress? Like what I'd wear to court?"
"No, no. Like what you'd wear on a hot date."
Chills ran over her body, her muscles tensed. "Grissom. What kind
of experiment is this?"
"I can't explain it on the phone. Just be here in one hour."
"Okay," she said, unsure of him. He could be so strange.
Was he asking her out? She wasn't sure, she just knew
that she would be there in one hour in a hot dress as he
had asked. She loved to see that smile of approval from
Gil Grissom. There was no better feeling to her. None.
Sara Sidle rang the doorbell. Grissom opened the door wearing
a deep blue terrycloth bathrobe tied low on his waist. A few
chest hairs were peeking through the slight opening higher
up on the robe.
His hair looked greyer to her than normal. Like it did a few years back.
She liked that look better. It was so much more suave and authroitive
and GQ- looking on him. His beard was freshly trimmed.
Those blue eyes peered at her, in a way she
had never seen. He looked almost like a vampire, ready to bite her
jugular. He looked hungrily at her, like she was his prey.
"Grissom?" she said, nerves in her sing-song voice.
"Come in."
Sara stepped inside looking around at the dimly lit room. Grissom
had ten candles aflame throughout the spacious townhouse. The
musky lavendar smell drifted straight to Sara's senses.
Grissom approved highly of her sleek red dress, her dark hair put up
in a clasp, a few strands free. Her black strappy heels made her even
taller than usual. The dress was short and open backed. He never
would have guessed that this dress would have hung in Sara's
closet. But he loved how she filled it out.
"So, what's the deal with the candles," she asked, her red painted
lips forming the words.
"You'll see. Have a seat," he said, taking her hand, leading her to his sofa.
"Is this a reinactment? A possible crime scenario?" she quizzed, knowing
deep down that much more than an experiment was going on here.
"No. This is something I have been wanting to do for years. I want you to
relax. Let me take control of the night, of the situation, of you."
She was quiet. He looked so charming to her, so much like the teacher
at the seminar at Berkley. When she first met him. She remembered
him being this way, in charge, not hesitant. She remembered how he had
asked her to dinner one night after the seminar was over. She gladly took
him up on it. He was flirty, charming...just like he was tonight, except
tonight he had more of a command in his voice. She liked it. It made her
wet.