After

Title: After
My humble offering to the post Snakes fervor.

Author: Msgrits

Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI. If I did I would act like I never knew you people.

Pairings: G/S and a small tiny hint of W/C

Ratings: R or NC-17

Spoilers: At the turn of every page.

Betad by my long lost beta Kelly. She is still smarter than the average bear.

Gil stood in her doorway, hands in his pocket; his hair mussed like it always was at the end of shift. Whatever hair products he used had given up the fight and he looked young and devilish.

“Gris”

He narrowed his eyes and lifted his chin. She was wearing a dark robe that was slick and shiny. He never thought Sara would buy a robe like that, always thinking that she would wear t-shirts or a terry cloth robe. Things had shifted so much between them that he wondered if he knew anything at all about her anymore.

He walked in. He waited for no invitation. He couldn’t wait for that. It might never come.

She watched him and pulled her robe closer to her body. Her effort to conceal her body was futile. The thin flimsy fabric hugged slim curves and pulled across her breast. He stared openly and wantonly.

“Sara”

His eyes went up and down her and up again. Her body betrayed her and she felt hot and wanted.

She smiled her ‘I have got it all together thanks to my new found mental health smile’ and pretended not to see him devouring her. “What did you mean when you said that you look for validation in inappropriate places?”

Her full mouth pushed out a little. She was confused. “What?”

“You said that you find validation in inappropriate places. Were you talking about us or me or something else or someone else?”

Something sweet and musky floated around her. Was she aroused? Did the mere presence of him arouse her?


Sara nodded. She understood. “My doctor says that I need validation in work, in achievement, in people that are attached to that achievement.”

“So me?”

She shook her head.

He stepped closer.

Truth be known, he didn’t really know what the answer was. As sick and desperate as it sounded he’d take any love that she offered

“Not you. Maybe once yes…when we first met…when I first came here but the counselor helped me see that my feelings for you are more substantial… that they are not related to my need to please any longer. Once they were but not now.”

He leaned close to her. “You smell like sex.”

“I know.”

“Do I do that to you?”

“Yes.”

“Take off your robe.”

“You take it off,” she challenged.

He pulled the sash and the robe came apart.

His hand ran up and down up and down her sides. He always wanted to hold her there. To feel his large hands nearly meet around her waist.

He pushed it from her shoulders and it fell to the floor.

“You ready for this Sara?”

“The question is are you ready for this Gris?”

Her hands were working on his shirt buttons now. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. He wanted to concentrate on the feel of her hands on his body. She walked to the back of him and pulled his shirt from his shoulders. Her mouth was low in his ear.


Her nipples grazed his back as she came back to his front. Her hands were on his pants now.

“Are you going to take off all of my clothes for me?”

She nodded. “I always wanted to.” She leaned closer. “I am going to do everything to you that I ever wanted to do…eventually.”

The newfound confidence came from the power of knowing he was drawn to her. He couldn’t stay away from her. Gil wanted her. He had for a long time. He might not have known what to do about it before but he knew now.

She pulled his belt from the loops in a swift motion. Something about the ways she wrapped it around her hand tickled an extra sensation in him. She stroked his erection.

She sat on the couch in front of him as he stepped out of his pants and boxers. Her mouth found him hot and hard. His hand went to her mass of curls. He thought better of it and clinched his fist to avoid contact.

“Sara…”

She ran a tongue along the bottom of his shaft and nailed his eyes with hers. “I won’t break Gris.”

“I might.”

He was big and she wanted to feel him inside of her but she cautioned herself to be patient. She had waited a long time to feel him, to taste him; she wanted to remember it to savor it.

She put her hands on her cheeks and pushed him further into her.

“Shit,” is all he could say. It was enough for her. If she never had him again, if he ran from the apartment and never looked her in the eye again she wanted him to remember the feel of her on him, the feel of her orifices around him.

She pulled and released him. He nearly came but she stopped him just before he fell into the blackness.

When he couldn’t take it any more he pulled her up roughly and spoke against her mouth as he pulled his tongue in. “Bedroom,” he said half dragging, half walking her into the other room.

Electricity seared her mouth and caused her knees buckled. So much for controlling the situation she thought. Why did she think she would ever be able control anything about what went on with she and Gil? He felt her body dip and lifted her easily not breaking his kiss until he rested her gently on the bed.

His thumb worked on her clit while his longer fingers dip in and out, back and forth.


He kissed her again, this time less urgently more sweetly like he had always thought a kiss would be between them. He tasted the strawberries she’d had in her salad and the glaze of the donuts that she had eaten before she stepped in the shower. She was scented with his smell now and he felt powerful and strong because of it.

Another whimper came from her mouth as she bit at her lip. “Stop holding back. Let me hear how I make you feel.”

His fingers demanded that she respond and her sound bounced echoed through the apartment.

“Now open your eyes,” he instructed. She did what he asked; there was no way not too.

“I want you to look at me when you come.”

He flexed his fingers inside of her. Her eyes widened. “Ah Griss…”

The sound died away and started again as he repeated the movement. “What are you doing to me?”

He kissed her warm throat. “Everything that I have always wanted to do to you. Everything I thought that I would never have a chance to do.”

His thumb increases its pace on her nub as her juices made it slick. When she finally felt the seizure take hold she clung to him looking natural and wild the smoky thrill of her sexuality making her hot to the touch.

After she was done riding her crescent he licked and nuzzled her breast with a demanded hard suction. He hand move from inside of her and she shuddered from the loss. With a movement that was both graceful and dangerous he hovered above her holding himself in place with his powerful arms.

She looked to the right arm and was surprised to see a tattoo of a butterfly. She smiled sweetly and kissed where the wings expanded. His clear eyes were nearly the color of a seaman’s uniform now. She had never seen them that dark and it pleased her.

For his part, the smattering of freckles that covered her breast and the swell and rise of her perfectly womanly form enchanted Grissom. Her gap appeared and he slid his tongue between it. It felt sensual and possessive.

He suctioned into to her mouth. “I want you in me. I want to feel you inside of me.”

Her voice was dripping with sex and need and passion. As he plunged into her for the first time his mouth descended on her diminishing some of the control that she had regained.

He had never really grasped the concept of a perfect fit when it was referred to in a sexual partner. Men and women fit together. It was biology nothing more. Some felt better than others but most of that could be resolved with practice and technique.

But now that he was inside of Sara, his Sara he understood it fully. She surrounded him like a cocoon and he if never moved one inch he would have been a made completely who he was supposed to be.

“You feel like…”

She tightened around him involuntarily as he body worked to get used to him.

“You are so…large.”

“Too much?” He summered against her glossy curls.

“Just right. So right.”

He moved his hips very slightly. He seemed to have measured the distance purposely. He groaned as he felt the warmth excitement run down his thighs.

“Have I ever made you this weak from just being around me?”

She pressed her chest close to his. “Almost every day.”

They started the ebb and flow, working out between them was too much and what was not enough. “I want you so badly.”

“You’ve always had me.”

His body increased the speed. She met matched and sometimes exceeded his vigor

She was a skilled lover knowing when it was time to change beats or kiss him. He knew it wasn’t because she had a bevy of partners. It was not because she knew him and lived in him.

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The phone rang for second time in an hour. Gil whispered in to Sara’s hair.

“I know you aren’t asleep. Why are you ignoring the phone? She opened her eyes bit at her thumbnail, a nervous habit that was related to thumb sucking and the gap in her teeth.

“You should probably answer that Gris.”

“Why do you want me to answer your land line?’
She bit into to the nail. The phone stopped ringing.

She snuggled closer to him. His chest was a bare and he smelled like of sweat. He kissed one shoulder.

“You know if this had been a new relationship, if we had not been so close for so long I might have fallen for that feeble attempt to distract me.”

Sara sighed and propped her herself up on elbow. “That wasn’t my heavy artillery. I can be very distracting.”

“Sara…” It was the first warning tone. She knew there would be at least one more.

“You have to promise not to get mad.”

He shook his head.

She didn’t know if he would in fact get angry. He might not even care. This moment could be fleeting.

“Is that a no?” She ran circles over his chest.

He regarded it as their first battle. “I promise not to yell.”

“You don’t yell.”

“Okay I won’t raise my voice or speak sternly but I am not agreeing to not becoming angry. If you think it will make me mad it probably will.”

Sara forged ahead. “I think its Hank.”

Gil blinked once then twice. Sara watched for clues. “Why is Hank calling you?”

“We sort of went out a few times.”

Gil tilted his head. She wondered what his pulse was. She felt oddly like a wife who had spent too much money only several times worse. His ears were turning red and the arm that was around her had become vise like.

“A few times a couple of years ago?”

“A few times this month.”

“We aren’t even half way through the month. Doesn’t he have a girlfriend or a fiancé or something?”

Sara nodded. “He did.”

“And wasn’t he seeing both of you at the same time?”

Again dark hair bobbed. “He was.”

Gil waited.

“He apologized. We remained friends and when they broke up he asked if I would give him another chance. My counselor seemed to think that I progressed in the my judgment of people and when I asked what she thought she asked me if I thought he would to anything like that again. I said no. We went out a few times.”

Gil took his arm around her and sat up against her wrought iron headboard. He wondered what it be like to have Sara tied to the metal curves.

Sara sat up to face him. Her sheet dropped away from her naked torso.

Sara waited. Whatever he said would determine where they were in this relationship. Were they at the beginning of something or at the end?

He swallowed and thought. “So what exactly is going on with you two?”

“Exactly… we have been on three dates.”

“Why do think that is him on the phone?”

“He calls after shift most mornings.”

“How considerate of him.” Gil said the words like a curse

She moved away from his and leaned into the footboard.

“Gris…” A sharp three knocks came from the direction of the door.

Gil narrowed his eyes. “Hank”

“Most likely. I thought you were him actually.”

Sara made a decision. She loved Gil and she wanted him but if he wasn’t in this for the long haul it was time to cut her loses.

“Either you get to the door and tell him to go away or you hid in here while we go to breakfast. This has gone on too long Gris. You are either in or out. I’m either yours or not. I am not getting any younger and neither are you.”

Gil nearly laughed at the last statement. What she really meant was that he wasn’t getting any younger. He stood.

Sara called out. “Who is it?”

“Hank. Why aren’t you answering your phone I thought we could catch an early lunch.”

Sara kept her eyes on Grissom as he moved to the living room. He pulled on his trousers and shirt. He buttoned a few buttons on the shirt and ran his hand over his hair. He looked at Sara.

“Put on some clothes. Some real clothes the thing you were wearing when I got here. Not that it matters he won’t want to come in after he talks to me.”

He closed the door to the bedroom. Sara heart did a somersault. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a LVPD t-shirt.

Gil turned the knob of the front door to greet the paramedic.

Hank stared at Gil.

Gil glowered at Hank. “Sara’s asleep,” he lied figuring it was the best thing to say. It answered any unanswered questions and removed Sara from the confrontation.

The blond man shrugged. “I always felt there was something between you two.”

Gil didn’t speak.

“Is she doing this to get back at me?

“Sara’s not like that. You know that better than anyone.”

He nodded. Sara had every opportunity to tell Melanie that he had been cheating on her with Sara but she had not.

“Give her my best.”

Gil said nothing as he closed the door. Sara sat in the middle of her queen size bed, her knees clutched close to her chest. His eyes were wide and she was nervous. Maybe it had not been such a good idea to send Gil out there. She thought of Dr. Lurie.

Gil came back in the room and shed his clothes. He slid under that still damp sheets and fluffed his pillow.

“Well?”

Gil looked at her. “Wake me up when you finish with breakfast.”

Sara’s mouth hung open. “What? You are the one that sent me out to be the cave man. The least you can do is act like the cave women for a few hours. He closed his eyes and started breathing evenly. Sara grinned at his broad back.