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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,900
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Pleasant Evening
Chapter 5: A Pleasant Evening
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Grissom woke later that evening to the delicious smell of someone cooking breakfast in the kitchen. He smiled and stretched contently. Sara. He glanced over to the open door leading into his bathroom and noticed his navy blue bathrobe missing from it's hook. Just the thought of Sara standing only in his robe cooking him breakfast made Grissom harden in excitement. Dear God I'm like a horny teenager. He grinned at the thought. Time to go say good morning to my beautiful Sara. Slipping quietly out of the bed, Grissom snuck his way down the hall towards the kitchen. As he suspected, the site of her standing over a pan of sizzling bacon with his robe tied loosely around her slender frame sent Grissom's brain into overdrive. He bit his lip to stifle a groan. Waiting in the shadows until she turned towards the empty counter top, Grissom made his move. Closing the distance between them with remarkable stealth, Sara screamed her surprise as Grissom pressed his body against hers pushing her into the counter-top. Reflexively she braced herself with her hands on the counter top, effectively allowing Grissom to press his hardness closer to her. Sara moaned at the feeling of his hardness separated from her by only the thin layer of cotton robe. Impatient, Grissom pushed the robe up around her waist and drove himself home. Sara cried out from the pain induced pleasure as her body struggled to accommodate the size of him. Sara grabbed the counter top frantically and moaned as Grissom pulled himself out and thrust back into her fully. He gripped her hips firmly with his hands and Sara knew she would likely bruise from the pressure of his hands clutching her so forcefully. She moaned his name as she shoved herself backwards to meet each one of Grissom's brutal thrusts. Reaching around her body Grissom found Sara's clit and rubbed it forcefully as he continued to thrust. The feeling of his hand rubbing her clit while he thrust into her was more than Sara could handle. Her arms gave out and her chest was pressed against the counter top as Grissom continued thrust and pleasure her. Pinching her clit slightly Sara's back arched off the counter top as her body exploded tightening around Grissom's thrusting member. Groaning out his pleasure at the feel of her orgasm, Grissom's voice joined Sara's as he emptied himself into her heat. Gasping in pleasure, Grissom pulled himself from Sara and turned her around to kiss her deeply.
"Good evening." He whispered against her lips. She smiled weakly still trembling from her orgasm.
"I'll say." She responded huskily. Grissom winked at her and adjusted the robe to let it fall down her body again. Waiting until he felt his legs would support him, Grissom released Sara and turned towards the stove.
"What's for breakfast?" He asked, seemingly uncaring that he was standing in his kitchen completely nude. Sara licked her lips at the site of his luscious ass as he walked towards the stove.
"Well if it hasn't all burned after your little... distraction... we're having bacon, eggs, and hash-browns. Oh and toast. I don't know about you but I always thought that just because we work the night shift it doesn't mean we can't have big greasy breakfast." He turned around and smiled at her.
"You made me bacon? You didn't have to do that." She smiled at him.
"I know. But I wanted to..." She licked her lips again looking at Grissom like she would rather devour him than her breakfast. Despite what they'd already done together, Grissom felt himself blushing slightly under her penetrating gaze. He cleared his throat.
"Let me go throw some clothes on..." He kissed her quickly and strolled past her down the hall to his bedroom. He returned a few minutes later wearing a pair of blue plaid boxer shorts and a white T-shirt. Sara had already laid out plates for both of them and he sat down gratefully and dug into his breakfast. I could really get used to this he thought to himself, offering Sara one of those smiles he seemed to reserve just for her.
They ate their breakfast in relative silence, making small talk in between bites. After finishing their meals, Grissom cleared their plates and set them in the sink. Sara looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"Aren't you going to wash those?" Sara asked with mock-sternness. Grissom snorted softly.
"Later..." He checked the clock on the microwave. "It's already 9:30... we better go get cleaned up before shift." Sara nodded remembering the sticky sensation between her legs. Sara nodded.
"You want the first shower?" She asked. Grissom shook his head.
"Ladies first..." Sara nodded and walked down the hall towards the bedroom. Just before she disappeared through the doorway of the master bedroom, she stopped and turned her head towards Grissom who was finishing clearing the table. He noticed her staring and paused holding a pan of left over eggs.
"You know Gil..." Her voice was low and sultry. "One shower takes a lot less time than two..." A jolt of electricity shot straight to his groin. "Just a thought..." She winked at him before disappearing through the doorway. She hadn't walked more than two steps before she heard the distinctive sound of a pan hitting the floor.
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"Have you seen Griss and Sara?" Nick asked as he walked into the break room already occupied by Warrick who sat at the table reading a magazine. Warrick shook his head.
"Negative... it's only 11:05. Why the big concern?" Warrick set down his magazine and turned to Nick who stood just inside the room. Nick's response was his good ol' Texas boy smirk.
"Come on Warrick... Have you ever known either one of them to be late? Ever?" Warrick's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh."
"Yeah... oh." Both guys now wore matching grins. Warrick snickered.
"You think they----."
"Hell yes." Nick responded before Warrick could finish his sentence. "Though it would be just like Grissom to roll around with Sara all over his office floor and then decide to just go home and sleep for 8 hours." Warrick let out a loud guffaw of laughter.
"Yeah that would be just like Grissom wouldn't it?"
"What would be just like me?" Nick pursed his lips together and shot Warrick a look that clearly said Busted. Warrick cleared his throat uncomfortably and picked up his magazine in an attempt to hide his face. Busted is right. After a quick sigh, Nick turned to face Grissom who stood leaning against the door frame, clipboard in hand.
"Griss... uhhh... how long you been standing there?" How does he always manage to do that? I swear I'm going to put a bell around that man's neck. Of course Nick thought that last part. Grissom smirked.
"Well...I wasn't really listening. Didn't get any sleep after shift. I was...otherwise engaged." With a final smirk in typical Grissom-like fashion, he turned and walked away. The sound of Nick and Warrick's laughter followed him down the hall.
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A big thanks to all my reviewers!! I'm glad you're enjoying my story. I'm asking for feedback on one thing in particular... I'm trying to decide if I should end this story with an Epilogue and start a new story, or keep going with this one. So any feedback on that would be much appreciated. ENJOY! (P.S... if I do continue with this story it won't be ALL sex... more plot will surface... I promise!)
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Grissom woke later that evening to the delicious smell of someone cooking breakfast in the kitchen. He smiled and stretched contently. Sara. He glanced over to the open door leading into his bathroom and noticed his navy blue bathrobe missing from it's hook. Just the thought of Sara standing only in his robe cooking him breakfast made Grissom harden in excitement. Dear God I'm like a horny teenager. He grinned at the thought. Time to go say good morning to my beautiful Sara. Slipping quietly out of the bed, Grissom snuck his way down the hall towards the kitchen. As he suspected, the site of her standing over a pan of sizzling bacon with his robe tied loosely around her slender frame sent Grissom's brain into overdrive. He bit his lip to stifle a groan. Waiting in the shadows until she turned towards the empty counter top, Grissom made his move. Closing the distance between them with remarkable stealth, Sara screamed her surprise as Grissom pressed his body against hers pushing her into the counter-top. Reflexively she braced herself with her hands on the counter top, effectively allowing Grissom to press his hardness closer to her. Sara moaned at the feeling of his hardness separated from her by only the thin layer of cotton robe. Impatient, Grissom pushed the robe up around her waist and drove himself home. Sara cried out from the pain induced pleasure as her body struggled to accommodate the size of him. Sara grabbed the counter top frantically and moaned as Grissom pulled himself out and thrust back into her fully. He gripped her hips firmly with his hands and Sara knew she would likely bruise from the pressure of his hands clutching her so forcefully. She moaned his name as she shoved herself backwards to meet each one of Grissom's brutal thrusts. Reaching around her body Grissom found Sara's clit and rubbed it forcefully as he continued to thrust. The feeling of his hand rubbing her clit while he thrust into her was more than Sara could handle. Her arms gave out and her chest was pressed against the counter top as Grissom continued thrust and pleasure her. Pinching her clit slightly Sara's back arched off the counter top as her body exploded tightening around Grissom's thrusting member. Groaning out his pleasure at the feel of her orgasm, Grissom's voice joined Sara's as he emptied himself into her heat. Gasping in pleasure, Grissom pulled himself from Sara and turned her around to kiss her deeply.
"Good evening." He whispered against her lips. She smiled weakly still trembling from her orgasm.
"I'll say." She responded huskily. Grissom winked at her and adjusted the robe to let it fall down her body again. Waiting until he felt his legs would support him, Grissom released Sara and turned towards the stove.
"What's for breakfast?" He asked, seemingly uncaring that he was standing in his kitchen completely nude. Sara licked her lips at the site of his luscious ass as he walked towards the stove.
"Well if it hasn't all burned after your little... distraction... we're having bacon, eggs, and hash-browns. Oh and toast. I don't know about you but I always thought that just because we work the night shift it doesn't mean we can't have big greasy breakfast." He turned around and smiled at her.
"You made me bacon? You didn't have to do that." She smiled at him.
"I know. But I wanted to..." She licked her lips again looking at Grissom like she would rather devour him than her breakfast. Despite what they'd already done together, Grissom felt himself blushing slightly under her penetrating gaze. He cleared his throat.
"Let me go throw some clothes on..." He kissed her quickly and strolled past her down the hall to his bedroom. He returned a few minutes later wearing a pair of blue plaid boxer shorts and a white T-shirt. Sara had already laid out plates for both of them and he sat down gratefully and dug into his breakfast. I could really get used to this he thought to himself, offering Sara one of those smiles he seemed to reserve just for her.
They ate their breakfast in relative silence, making small talk in between bites. After finishing their meals, Grissom cleared their plates and set them in the sink. Sara looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"Aren't you going to wash those?" Sara asked with mock-sternness. Grissom snorted softly.
"Later..." He checked the clock on the microwave. "It's already 9:30... we better go get cleaned up before shift." Sara nodded remembering the sticky sensation between her legs. Sara nodded.
"You want the first shower?" She asked. Grissom shook his head.
"Ladies first..." Sara nodded and walked down the hall towards the bedroom. Just before she disappeared through the doorway of the master bedroom, she stopped and turned her head towards Grissom who was finishing clearing the table. He noticed her staring and paused holding a pan of left over eggs.
"You know Gil..." Her voice was low and sultry. "One shower takes a lot less time than two..." A jolt of electricity shot straight to his groin. "Just a thought..." She winked at him before disappearing through the doorway. She hadn't walked more than two steps before she heard the distinctive sound of a pan hitting the floor.
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"Have you seen Griss and Sara?" Nick asked as he walked into the break room already occupied by Warrick who sat at the table reading a magazine. Warrick shook his head.
"Negative... it's only 11:05. Why the big concern?" Warrick set down his magazine and turned to Nick who stood just inside the room. Nick's response was his good ol' Texas boy smirk.
"Come on Warrick... Have you ever known either one of them to be late? Ever?" Warrick's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh."
"Yeah... oh." Both guys now wore matching grins. Warrick snickered.
"You think they----."
"Hell yes." Nick responded before Warrick could finish his sentence. "Though it would be just like Grissom to roll around with Sara all over his office floor and then decide to just go home and sleep for 8 hours." Warrick let out a loud guffaw of laughter.
"Yeah that would be just like Grissom wouldn't it?"
"What would be just like me?" Nick pursed his lips together and shot Warrick a look that clearly said Busted. Warrick cleared his throat uncomfortably and picked up his magazine in an attempt to hide his face. Busted is right. After a quick sigh, Nick turned to face Grissom who stood leaning against the door frame, clipboard in hand.
"Griss... uhhh... how long you been standing there?" How does he always manage to do that? I swear I'm going to put a bell around that man's neck. Of course Nick thought that last part. Grissom smirked.
"Well...I wasn't really listening. Didn't get any sleep after shift. I was...otherwise engaged." With a final smirk in typical Grissom-like fashion, he turned and walked away. The sound of Nick and Warrick's laughter followed him down the hall.
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A big thanks to all my reviewers!! I'm glad you're enjoying my story. I'm asking for feedback on one thing in particular... I'm trying to decide if I should end this story with an Epilogue and start a new story, or keep going with this one. So any feedback on that would be much appreciated. ENJOY! (P.S... if I do continue with this story it won't be ALL sex... more plot will surface... I promise!)