Crush On You pt 2

'You look nice.' Gil Grissom took his glasses of and leant back in his chair.

'Thanks.' Sara Sidle grinned a broad, toothy grin.

'Where's Catherine? I thought you two were having a girls night out.'

'We were.'

'Were?'

'She and I decided to go sepeseperate ways.'

'Oh. And you're here because?'

'Because I could do with a ride home.'

Grissom contemplated her for a moment. Surely she could have taken a cab .Damn she looked so beautiful stood there watching him with that lazy grin.

'And you want?'

'You to take me.'

'Why?'

'Take me home and find out. I know a secret.' She teased.

Too much curiosity wasn't always a bad thing and now Grissom was intrigued.

'OK,' he shrugged. 'Let me get my jacket.'

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'So let me get this right. Cath and Jim?' Grissom parked the Tahoe in front of the apartment building, then looked across at the grining Sara with a look of disbelief.

'Yeah. She set her sights on him tonight and by the way she was talking when I left her outside his office, she was gonna get him.....Poor bastard doesn't stand a chance.' She started to giggle and Grissom thought how her eyes shone when she did. He liked her even more when she wasn't being so serious.

'I know they're your friends and I know sometimes I think Brass is a pain in the ass, ' Sara's voice dropped,' but I think they'll be good together.'

Grissom cocked his head sideways as if straining to hear her. His tongue came out and wet his bottom lip as his eys locked with hers.Now he knew what was happening here.

' And who did you set your sights on?' he asked in an accusing tone. Sara's reply was to take his face in her hands a plant a kiss on his lips. Direct hit, she mused to herself. 'Well that answers that question.' Grissom made no attempt to pull away so she landed another one on him. No response.

'Funny,' she said smacking her lips,'You don't taste of ice but you act like it.'

If only you knew, he thought to himself. Sara Sidle if only you knew how much I ed ted to take you inside and make love to you all night. To touch you like you've never been touched and kissed in places you never even knew you had.
He felt a nudge on his shoulder.

'Didn't you hear what I said?' Sara now had a look of impatience.

'What?'

'I asked if you wanted to run away or play hookey and come in for coffee.'

'Coffee,' Grissom replied almost absent-mindly.

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Grissom held the phone in his hand, finger hovering wickedly over the speed dial button.

'My God, ' said Sara putting the coffee before him and seeing the mischievous glint in his eye. 'What are you doing?'

'I was just gonna call Brass and ask him if he was having a good time.' Grissom poked his tongue between his teeth and raised an eyebrow. Sara stifled a laugh and slapped his wrist playfully.

'No way Bugman. Leave them alone......Well at least give them another half hour or so. Then I'll let you call.'

'Half hour?' The eyebrow arched violently again. 'Did you have something in mind to pass the time?'

'Like what?'

'Like discussing the way barometrical pressure effects..........' Sara grabbed his face in her hands, her lips encasing his in a deep, exploratory kiss. 'Or we could just kiss,' he mumbled when she let him go.

'I want some of what Catherine's getting right now.' Sara licked her lips suggestively.

'And that would be what?' Sara picked up Grissom's cell phone and hit the speed dial.

'Let's ask Brass.' The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Then, it went to the answer service. Holding it between their respective cheeks, both listened as the automated message ended inviting them to leave a request. They both shook their heads silently and terminated the call. 'Well, I can't ever recall not being able to get hold of Brass, so he must be real busy right now.'

Silence followed. Sara looked at Grissom. Grissom looked at Sara. They sat barely a foot apart on the sofa. Grissom began tapping his fingers on his knee,still looking at her with a blank expression masking his thoughts. In her turn, Sara's eyes glowed dark, mischievous, brooding. Seconds later, without pre-empt or ceremony, their mouths crashed against each others, tongues searching, exploring, trying out each new sensation as it flowed between their mouths. Falling back against the cushions, Sara dragged Grissom on top of her, her hands slipping up the underside of his loose fiitting shirt and across his smooth chest. He groaned as her slim fingers found a nipple and danced around it before she tweaked at it with a light touch. For her part, she wrapped her long, denim clad legs about his waist and clamped him down onto her tightly as her groin ground against his. Even through the material she felt his arousal.

'We need to get rid of these clothes,' she whispered, slipping the shirt above his head and away. Grissom nodded his agreement and Sara allowed herself a slight smile as she saw a sight she never dreamed of. Gil Grissom's hands were shaking. As he fumbled with buttons of her jeans, Sara felt the thrill of arousal at the thought of making a man hungry with desire for her. She finally conceeded to help him get her out of the restrictive bottoms. This was evidently one puzzle he needed help with. Grissom appeared entranced as she slipped her clothing away with consumate ease. He thought his skin had caught fire as the first electric touch of her bare breast against the skin of his chest made contact. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and concentrated on not ejaculating in his shorts there and then.

Sara lifted her head and brought Grissom out of his daze by stroking her tongue across the hollow of his throat. The removal of the rest of his own clothes was a blur, and later he wouldn't even beable to recall how it happened.

'Lay on you back,' Sara commanded quietly. He did as told, sitting slightly against the cushions. Placing hands on his shoulders, Sara straddled his thighs, lowering herself just enough to brush against him. Grissom's jaw dropped in awe as she guided one of his hands between her thighs, sinking onto one of his fingers with a greatful sigh. Rocking back and forth, she pleasured herself on his hand while he sat motionless, thunderstruck by the crescendo of events that were building rapidly.

'So you want me ?' ?' Sara teased.

'Oh God yeah.' He panted his reply as his erection urged his body to do more. Arching backwards, Sara graciously guided him into her. Then she stopped. 'Please,' he pleaded hoarsly.

'Please what?' Sara smiled at his desperation. Grissom's hands went behind her back and encouraged her to ride against him. Willingly, she gave in, driving down against him as her knees dug into the soft fabric of the sofa and her fingers trailed through his greying hair until they locked about the back of his dra drawing his face between her breasts. Accelerating her thrusts against him, her own orgasm overtook with such ferocity, her suprise was etched across her face. As the warm glow subsided in her own body, she felt Grissom tense.

'Oh my Sara.' The strain in his voice indicated he was near the edge. His grunts became louder as he began convulsing inside her, pleasure skipping along her nerves untl finally, he fell back into the cushions fighting for breath. Sara fell into him, her long limbs draping his like a well fitted robe. Slipping an arm about her shoulders, Grissom held her to him tightly.

They lay in silence, each lost in their own thought for several minutes. Sara nestled her head between his shoulder and neck as her body was caught between his and the back of the sofa. Their legs entwined, she drew a lazy hand back and forth across the hairless chest. Grissom rested one hand behind his head and wrapped the other about Sara, his hand dividing its time between caressing the soft nape of her neck, and running exploringly down her shoulder,arm and back. Finally he let out a deep sigh of pure contentment causing Sara to lift her head to look at him. A smile played about his lips. It was a strange smile she had never seen on him before.

'What?' she asked quietly. He shook his head.

'Nothing.'

'C'mon give. What?'

'I'm just.......happy.'

'Satisfied?'

'Yes.'

'Happy satisfied?'

'Yes.'

'Want to run back to the lab and solve a crime?'

'Nope....Well maybe later.'

Sara playfully prodded his chest in mock indignation and tutted. He captured her hand and kissed each finger in turn.

'Thank you Sara.'

'For what?'

'Everything.'