Affliction

Chapter 5.
Grissom lay awake, his head propped on his left hand, contently watching Sara in her gentle slumber. Her back faced him. Her right arm was wrapped protectively around her mid section, her upper body completely naked and exposed to him. He softly stroked down the scars on her back. One by one. Over and over again with loving tenderness. It had been a long time but he still struggled with them sometimes. He hadn’t completely forgiven himself for what he did. He moved closer and kissed her shoulder softly, feeling tears welling in his eyes. He needed air. Quietly slipping from the bed he grabbed a pair of jeans from the closet and snuck out onto the balcony. The morning air was cool and refreshing. He took a deep breath and looked up to the stars.

Sara turned and opened her eyes, frowning when she found the bed empty. She shuddered slightly. The breeze from the balcony creating goose bumps on her bare arms. She scooted from the bed, grabbed Grissom’s shirt and hung it loosely from her body. Not bothering with the buttons she headed out onto the balcony. She watched him for a second. His skin glistened in the night light. She snuck up behind him and slithered her arms around his waist.

He jumped. “Geez….Sara…..”

Sara chuckled into his back, resting her head against his shoulder. “Hi….”

“Hi…sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He pulled her closer taking her hands in his, tightening her arms around his waist.

“You didn’t. What are you doing up? It’s 4am.”

“Couldn’t sleep….that’s all.”

“Have you slept at all?”

Grissom shook his head. “No…I was just happy watching you.”

He turned, moving Sara in front of him, her back against his bare chest. She took his hand and stroked it. Gently bringing it to her lips and kissing the stump from his amputation. He watched her intently. His lips found their way to her neck and he nuzzled softly. Sara moaned lightly through slightly parted lips, loving the sensation and contact.

“Gil…..” She whispered feeling him grinning against her skin.
“Look up”, he requested.

Sara did as he asked and gasped. The sky was so clear, the stars were amazing and then….Whooosh….a shooting star hurried over the darkness.

“Wow.”

“Make a wish, sweetheart”.

Sara smiled and closed her eyes, mumbling her wish to herself.

“So…are you going to share that wish?” Grissom asked.

Sara chuckled. “Hmm, maybe. You should be able to figure it out.”

Grissom grinned to himself and slid a hand inside her shirt. Sara jumped slightly, gasping as his cool hand closed over her right breast.

“Oh…you’re making me guess, are you?”

Sara closed her eyes and leaned back into his touch. “Hmm……”

Sara’s hand snaked behind her. As Grissom continued to caress her breast, her fingers fumbled with the button on his pants. She managed to pop it open and then down came his zipper. Grissom could feel himself growing. Her touch was electrifying. He looked around quickly, remembering their location. He grinned noting the partitions on both sides of the balcony, blocking them from prying eyes.

“Ahhhhh….Saraaaa….” Grissom sighed softly as she took him in her hand, stroking along his length.

Sara chuckled. “Yes?” she teased.

Grissom grunted as she stroked a little harder, his free hand now skated over her stomach to slide across her delicate opening. His fingers brushed lightly over her sex and Sara jumped releasing him.

“Look at you. No panties…just…” His finger stroked over her once again making her sigh softly. “…my shirt. Showing me those luscious hips, those looong legs…oh god that sexy ass.” He ground against her as the words whispered over her skin.

“Gillll…” A small whimper escaped her throat.

“It all belongs to me now, Sara. You know that don’t you? All of it.”

Sara leaned forward and gripped the rail hard. She spread her legs and arched her back, offering herself to him. With one hand Grissom continued to tease her clit. With the other he slowly spread her folds, dipping a finger inside.

“Hmmmmm,” she cooed.

Grissom could feel himself grow harder as Sara moaned. He added a second finger making Sara sigh loudly. Her hips were swaying, following the movement of his fingers.

“Sara…you’re so wet.”

“Gillll…baby…need you...need you now.”

Grissom leaned forward, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along her back, before grabbing the top of his jeans, pushing them down to his knees. His throbbing erection proudly bobbed forward, eager to fill the glorious woman standing before him.

When the head of his erection brushed against her, Sara widened her stance a little further and licked her lips with anticipation. Grissom pumped his cock once, twice before lining himself up with her opening. His free hand skated around her belly pulling her close, arching her forwards slightly, her butt lifted in erotic invitation.

“Oh yesss…..” He growled as he sank deep inside her.

“Oooohhh…Gil…baby…hmmmmm….” Sara’s grip tightened on the rail as Grissom pulled out and thrust hard back inside her.

“Oooooh yes…fuck me…fuck me Gil…now!” She demanded.

He didn’t need any more prompting. Grabbing her hips tightly, he thrust into her heat over and over again.

“Oooh…ohhh. God…” Sara sobbed.

“Oh, yes…Sara…honey…I…oh yes…love you…hmm…yes…yes.”


“Harder!” She gasped loudly.

Instead, Grissom leaned forward, covering her with his body. His hands found Sara’s where they were clinging tightly to the rail, entwining his fingers with hers. One hand released hers, gliding down to where their bodies were joined, finding that one place that was aching to be touched. Sara could feel his sweat slicked skin rubbing against her own in the cool night and she found the feeling extremely erotic.

“Ohhh shit…..” Sara gasped as he moved in and out of her, rubbing her clit simultaneously.

His lips and tongue slid over her neck and shoulders, heightening her pleasure. The sensations were assaulting her from all directions, all her senses going into overdrive, and she began to writhe beneath him. Her hips bucked, pulling him deeper, grinding against his hand. He could feel her body tightening, straining for release.

“Hmm…oh god…oh…Gil…god...Gillllllllllllllllll!”.

One more thrust and a sharp flick of her clit and Sara came hard, slumping heavily against the rail. Straightening, Grissom grabbed her hips tightly and began to pound into her, his pace furious.

“Gaahhrrrrrrr…Saraaaa….fuck……” He erupted furiously within her.
Grissom collapsed over her, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her up into a tight embrace. After a moment, he slipped from her body and straightened, tugging her up and into his arms.

Sara giggled into his chest, softly kissing his sweaty skin.
“What? What are you giggling at?” He said, still out of breath.

“Do you realize we just had sex on the balcony? I don’t know about you, but that’s a new one for me.”

Grissom kissed her forehead softly.

“Yeah well…I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. Can you?”

“Hmmm, no, I enjoyed it. I hope you have a few more little surprises like this is store for me.”

Grissom smiled. “Oh you do, do you?”

Sara chuckled. “Oh yes. The honey moon starts tomorrow remember. I want….lots of surprises.”

“What about me? Don’t I get anything?”

Sara looked at him. “Ooh, poor baby. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get a little something, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Without warning, Grissom swept Sara off her feet and into his arms.

“Heeeeey!” She shrieked, trying hard to control her laughter. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking my wife back to bed. Is that ok with you?”

Sara’s arms gripped tightly around his neck. “Oh, that’s more than ok with me….”

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The breakfast room was buzzing with conversation as Grissom and Sara walked in hand in hand.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Came the delighted cry of a little boy from across the room.

Sara beamed as she scanned the room and found Michael hurrying towards them on his wobbly legs. “Hey baby.” She reached down and scooped him into her arms. “Give mommy a kiss.”

Michael kissed Sara sloppily on the cheek struggling to control his excitement.
“Mommy! Mommy!”

Sara laughed. “So does daddy get a morning kiss?”

Michael nodded. “Yes.”

Grissom leaned over and took Michael from Sara. “Come here, Champ. You’re getting too heavy for mommy. She shouldn’t be picking you up too much.”

“Hey! I’m not an invalid Gil. I can pick him up just fine.”

“You need to be careful. I don’t want you straining yourself.”

Sara looked at him a little bewildered. “What’s brought all this on?”

“Humour me, okay? I just feel…you know. I have to really take care of you.”

Sara smiled and stroked his cheek. “You always have. I’m still fine to lift him. For a few more months. Humour me.”

“Okay, as long as you’re careful.”

“I promise I’ll be careful.”

Grissom smiled. “Sooo Champ…” Grissom began walking towards their table, “…you had breakfast already?”

“Yes bwekfust. I had duce and scwambly egg.”

“Scrambly egg huh? Was it good?”

Michael nodded. “I full.”

“That’s good, Champ. You know how proud mommy and daddy are of you when you eat all your breakfast, don’t you?”

Sara chuckled as Michael intently listened to his father.

“Mike good boy?”

“Yes.” Grissom replied. “Mike very good boy.”

Michael giggled. “Mike tweet?”

Grissom looked at Sara who grinned. “I’m sure we can work something out…as long as you’re a good boy while mommy and daddy are on their honeymoon.”

“Humnimoon?”

“Yes, hon..ey…moon. Mommy and daddy are going away for a few days, remember? Claire is looking after you while we are away.”

Michael thought for a second, his face pure concentration. He finally nodded.
“Humnimoon!”

Grissom laughed. “So, if you're good, you can have a little treat before we go and a big one when we get back. Ok?”

“Big wun?” Michael’s tone was a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

“Yes…but only if you are good. We have a deal?”

Michael put his finger on his bottom lip. “Michael be good. Big wun, yes, big tweet. Good.”

“Great.” Grissom put Michael on the floor and he ran to the table jumping up quickly onto a chair.

“Michael tweet!” He shouted.

“Hey guys,” Sara said as they approached the group sitting around the table.
Catherine, Warwick, Brass, Claire all looked up.

“Good morning,” Catherine said happily. “How’d you sleep?”

Grissom gave her one of his looks. “Very funny,” he said pulling a chair out for Sara. He sat next to her as Catherine tried to hide her grin.

“So how was your room?” Brass asked.

“Oooh…,” Sara began, “Amazing. You should see the size of it, and boy does it have a great view from the balcony.”

Grissom’s eyes slowly met hers as he turned his head. He didn’t know whether to grin or frown. Sara squeezed his knee lightly under the table as she grinned.

“So…” She said clearing her throat. “Where are Nick and Greg?”

Warrick looked at Catherine. “Don’t know. They were still both partying pretty late, so I suspect they are highly hung over.”

Sara laughed as she glanced over to the doorway just in time to see Greg stumble in. “Well…here comes Greggo.”

Greg slumped down on a chair and groaned just as the waiter came over.

“Good morning Mr and Mrs Grissom.”

“Good morning,” they said together.

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

Grissom looked at Sara. “Honey?”

“Coffee please, decaf.”

“Make that two.” Grissom followed.

The waiter nodded. “Yes sir. Please help yourself to the buffet. There are juices, too, if you would like them.”

“Thank you.”

The waiter walked over to Greg who had his eyes closed and his head tilted back against the chair.

“Sir…can I get you anything to drink? Sir?....Sir?”

“Greg!” Catherine raised her voice, trying to get his attention. Greg jumped.

“Huh? Whaaaat?” He moaned. He saw the waiter. “Egh, yeah…erm coffee, black…and strong.”

The waiter grinned. “Yes sir.”

“Feeling a little rough?” Brass asked grinning, sipping his orange juice.

Greg just groaned as he tilted his head back once again.

“What time did you get to bed, Greg?” Sara asked.

Greg shook his head. “I have no idea…erm…maybe around three.”

“Well,” Grissom said clapping his hands together. “I’m going to grab something to eat. Honey?” He stood and held out his hand for Sara. “Your buffet awaits, madam.”

Sara chuckled and let Grissom pull her to her feet. “I’m starving, let’s go. Mikey you want anything else to eat?”

The boy shook his head. “No tanks. Mike wait.”

“For what?” Sara asked.

“Tweet!”

Sara smiled. “After breakfast, okay?”

Michael nodded frantically.

Grissom pulled on Sara’s hand and they headed towards the buffet.

“So you’re going to get a treat, huh Champ?” Brass asked.

Michael clapped his hands together excitedly. “Yes. Michael good. Get tweet.”

Michael looked around. “Unkie Nick!” He shouted seeing Nick enter the room.

“Morning guys,” Nick said cheerily.

One of Greg’s eyes popped open to look at Nick. “How can you possibly be so happy?” He groaned.

Nick smiled. ”It’s a great day. Had a great night and….”

“You’re not hung over?”

Nick shook his head. “Noooo….”

“How is that possible?” Greg seemed a little shocked.

Nick laughed and slapped Greg on the back. “Well, I guess, us big boys can take our alcohol!”

Sara and Grissom returned.

“Hey Nicky,” Sara said sitting down with her plate full of fresh fruit.

“Morning Sara, Griss.”

“Glad to see you made it,” Grissom chuckled. “Thought you might have been another casualty.”

“Not funny.” Greg mumbled.

Nick grinned. “So, Sar, has Griss told you where you’re off too yet? For the honeymoon.”

Sara slid a chunk of melon passed her lips and chewed quickly.

“As a matter of fact, no he hasn’t.” Sara looked at her husband who was happily tucking into his eggs. She raised her left brow at him.

“What?” He mumbled through mouthfuls.

Sara drummed her fingers on the table and all eyes were suddenly on Grissom. He looked around the table. Even Michael was staring at his father.

“Humnimoon!” He shouted.

Everyone burst out laughing and Grissom held his hands up defensively.

“Ok, ok. I give in.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. He held it out to Sara.

Sara put her fork down and stared at the envelope. “Really?”

Grissom nodded.

Sara smiled and took the envelope opening it quickly. Her eyes lit up but her jaw dropped as she looked at its contents.

“Sooo?” Catherine asked quickly.

Grissom gave Sara a quick glance before continuing with his breakfast.

Sara was speechless. She cleared her throat. “Erm…Gil….wow. I didn’t expect this…”

She looked at him. He smiled faintly.

“Whaaaaat?” Catherine insisted.

“May I?” Sara asked Grissom, pointing to the envelope’s contents.

Grissom smiled full on now. “Sure.”

Sara chuckled to herself. “Well…guys, it looks like we are off to Hawaii for our little honeymoon.”

Catherine gasped. “Hawaii?”

Sara laughed. “Yeah! Isn’t it great? I only expected something...closer to home, you know?”

Grissom gave her a look that bordered between hurt and amusement. She averted her gaze from him and quickly read from the pamphlet attached to the tickets….

“With breathtaking ocean views, miles of pristine beaches and verdant natural settings, the resort offers the luxury, comfort and dining excellence that create the perfect romantic getaway. Massages for couples, picnic baskets, strawberries and champagne on arrival, private butler service, oversized hot tubs in the Beach Cottages, along with a private pool… the list of romantic amenities is endless. Make your honeymoon a true Hawaii experience with Turtle Bay Resort’s spectacular honeymoon package…”

“Holy crap!” Greg suddenly said. “I would have married Grissom for that!”

Grissom coughed as he almost chocked on his eggs.

Sara grinned as she patted him gently on the back. “Honey, are you ok?”

Grissom cleared his throat. “Fine! Thank you.” He wiped his face with his napkin.

“So is…that okay?” Grissom asked pointing to the honeymoon tickets.

Sara smiled broadly now. “Are you kidding? This is amazing.”

“Really?”

Sara nodded. “Really.”

Now Grissom smiled. “I’m glad.”

Sara leaned in a kissed him softly, making him blush slightly. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

“What time is your flight?” Claire asked with a grin on her face.

Grissom looked at his watch. “At two. We need to be at the airport by noon.”

Now Sara looked at her watch. “Noon? That’s not enough time.” She said in a panic. “We have to go home and pack and make sure Mike has everything he needs and…..”

Grissom held up a hand to Sara. “Relax, relax…” He looked back at Claire.

“Packing is all taken care of.”

Sara looked at Claire. “You were in on this weren’t you?”

Claire smiled. “I might have helped a little.”

Now Sara grinned. “Still, we should get moving. Don’t forget you have to get Mike a treat.”

Michael looked up. “Tweet!”

“Okay. Why don’t you and Claire go upstairs and pack and I’ll take Mike to the gift shop.”

Sara nodded her agreement.

“You need a hand?” Catherine asked.

“Sure,” Sara replied as she stood.

“Tweet?” Michael asked as Grissom got to his feet.

“Yes, Mike. Treat, come on.”

Michael’s eyes lit up and he quickly scooted from his chair and ran to Grissom, grabbing his hand and holding on tightly.

“Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!” He bounced up and down, his excitement barely contained.

“I’ll see everyone in a little while.” Grissom managed to say as Michael dragged him out of the breakfast hall.

Sara laughed as they followed, heading upstairs to pack.

Michael ran into the gift shop and stopped abruptly. His eyes scanning the multitudes of toys and prizes before him.

“Oooooh….”

Grissom grinned as he watched his son’s dilemma. Walking from shelf to shelf, display to display, his finger on his bottom lip, pondering. Michael looked at Grissom again, uncertainty in his eyes.

“This is tough for you isn’t it Champ?” Grissom grinned.

Michael nodded. “One….tweet?”

Grissom chuckled. “Yes Mike, one treat.”

Michael sighed and went back to his thoughts, his eyes searching once again. And then he stopped and a huge smile appeared on his face. He ran to a display. Grissom followed in curiosity as Michael picked up the item his eye had caught.

“Did you find something?” Grissom asked.

“Yes!” Michael spun around and held it up happily.

Grissom laughed. “Are you sure?”

Michael nodded. “Sure.”

“Ok.” Grissom took Michael’s hand and headed to the counter to charge Michael’s treat to the room.

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Sara clipped the suitcase closed.

“Wow, Sara, you’re right. The view from here is amazing!” Catherine called from the balcony.

Sara smiled to herself and sighed contently. Remembering the exact view she’d had the night before. The door opened and Michael came running in giggling, holding up his treat. Sara laughed.

“Okay, next time I take you to get your treat. Looks like daddy had first pick again.”

Michael shook his head.

“Actually…” Grissom began appearing in the doorway, “That was his choice, not mine, dear.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Do you not believe me?”

Sara circled her arms around his waist smiling.

He took a step back as his eyes scanned down her body.

“What?”

Grissom cleared his throat. “Erm nothing. It’s just not very often you wear a skirt, that’s all.”

“Well, I thought I’d better dress for the climate. Don’t want to get too hot, now do I?”

Grissom’s brow went skyward. “You don’t?”

Sara slapped him on the arm.

“Hey, Mike, what’d ya get?” Catherine asked walking in from the balcony.

“Ant!” Mike shouted holding up his prize, a giant cuddly ant.

“Ant?”

“Yes. Ant! Mike’s ant. Ant!” He hugged it tenderly.

“Well, like father, like son.” Catherine chuckled.

Sara rolled her eyes. “Good grief, that’s all I need.”

Grissom picked up the suitcase from the bed. “Ready?”

Sara nodded. “Yep. Claire’s gonna meet us in the lobby.”

“Great. So let’s go.”