Timing
Timing
Total fluff. No basis in reality whatsoever. Well, CSI isn’t real anyway, but if it were, this would be total make believe.
Written for YTDAW elemental challenge: the movie “Singing in the Rain”; a chipped coffee cup; a carton of spoiled milk; a dirty diaper; the saying -- to be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late.
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI, or Grissom and Sara. If I did, they’d be having sex right now.
Rating: A strong R for light sexual content.
Timing
She was trying to suppress a giggle, but it was hard. So was Grissom, but still -- listening to the song stylings of Gene Kelly in “Singing in the Rain” on the bedroom TV was just a bit out of place with the passionate kisses Sara was trying to enjoy.
Currently, Grissom was concentrating on her inner thighs, alternately licking, kissing, and nibbling the tender flesh. The sensations were wonderfully arousing, but every time Sara heard Mr. Kelly’s tap dancing feet, she found herself distracted.
As fate would have it, Grissom found his way to Sara’s source of pleasure, and was now licking, kissing, and nibbling on her clitoris as Mr. Kelly sang happily, “... what a glorious feeling, I’m happy again.”
That did it. Sara’s giggles filled their bedroom and Grissom raised his head, his expression the sort one might see on the face of someone who had taken a drink from a carton of spoiled milk. That only made Sara giggle harder.
“Sara,” Grissom began in an unamused tone, “you’ve never been ticklish in that particular spot before.”
Between giggles, Sara managed a few words of explanation.
“I’m sorry, babe -- no offense. You’re very talented. But so is Gene Kelly.” Sara began to laugh in earnest, as Grissom’s sour milk face turned into more of the kind you’d expect while changing a particularly foul dirty diaper.
He sat up and turned towards the television. Mr. Kelly was soaking wet. Grissom had been hoping to get Sara in the same condition, but ... this was an entertaining movie, and hey -- he hadn’t watched it in quite a while.
He scooted back and snuggled up to Sara, who was now propped up against the pillows. He looked over at her beautiful face, and thought about how far they had come in their relationship. He likened their pairing to a chipped coffee cup -- well worn, yet treasured for its warm and comforting contents.
And treasure Sara he did. As he watched her smiling face, he thought about how close they had come to destroying everything -- how close he had come.
“To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, and to be late is to be sorry,” he spoke quietly.
Sara turned her quizzical face to his, silently asking what on earth he was talking about.
He shrugged, smiling gently.
&#II’m just happy I wasn’t too late.”
Sara understood. She returned his smile, and reached for the remote control. Turning the TV off, her smile turned lascivious.
“Show me. Show me how happy you are.”
And he did.
The End.