Sweet Surrender

Ok, Before you guys complain, there is a method to my madness. The reason I do not write more than a page at a time is this: it's easier for me that way. And i publish every other day at least so i think you can hold on to your bloomers and wait!

I don't own CSI, Greg/Eric or anything. I do, however Own Jeri. Shes me. So meh.

OH WITH THE STORY.
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Chapter 5

Greg was astounded at the sudden clarity in which he saw Jeri. She, however, took the look as a bad one and suddenly shrank into a corner, thinking she was about to be hit. Greg's heart shattered into a million pieces as he saw this. No woman should have to fear a man. His heart ached for her as he slowly got up and walked over to her.
“Shhhh Jeri it's ok. I'm never going to hurt you! Shhhh,” Greg tried to comfort her as she sobbed in fear.
“You aren't angry at me for winning?,”she asked in a small tone, her eyes wide and shining brightly from the tears. She had never really knew of a man that didn't hit women for some reason or another, so this concept was rather alien to her.
“Hell no, Jeri. I think its kinda cute how you dance and shout after you win,”he said, blushing and smiling.
Suddenly she grasped onto him and started crying. Greg, knowing her past, just held her, rocking her back and forth. He was glad when he felt her relax in his arms. Then, her heard a light snoring and he smiled, realizing she fell asleep in his arms. Lifting her gently, he carried her into his bedroom and tucked her into his bed, then made a makeshift bed on the floor next to the bed, a few feet away. He yawns and curled up on his floor bed and smiled. Maybe she would be ok.


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Jeri sat up in bed, startled. She didn't remember going to bed, but she was in a bed, and it definitely WAS NOT her own. Looking around, she calmed when she saw Greg curled up and snoring rather loudly not three feet from where she had been sleeping. She smiled to herself. He hadn't went into the living room where she knew the couch would be more soft and comfortable. Instead, he had stayed here with her, no doubt so she would be more comfortable upon awakening. Silently she tip-toed into the bathroom and used the toilet, flushing as quietly as she could. Taking a couple towels out of the linen closet, she hopped into the shower. She closed her eyes against the warm pounding water as she took a washcloth and lathered it with the sweet dove soap Greg used. Slowly she began to cleanse her body, rubbing the soapy cloth over her wet body as she sighed. She was slowly falling for the messy haired man in the other room. Slowly, her hand snaked down to her soft mound, her thoughts racing to wear she knew they shouldn't be. In her mind's eye, she pictured herself writhing underneath Greg as he slowly stroked her body. Whimpering to herself, she began to slowly rub her clitoris, tweaking her right nipple with the other hand as she rubbed herself. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, startling her from her masturbatory fantasies.
“Jeri, you in there? Grissom called, he wants us there in about an hour, so I need a shower. I smell really funky,” Greg called into her, laughing.
“Sure I'll be right out Greg!,” she called shakily as she finished with her hair and jumped out to dry off, grumbling about the interuption.
As soon as Greg showered they were ready to go. Jeri refused to stay alone, and Greg couldn't say no to those eyes.