Her Link to the Moon

Her Link to the Moon

Disclaimers: I thought I did, now somebody in a white coat tells me I don’t. Who does own it?
Spoilers: don’t think so
Rating: R+
Summary: Sara, Griss, smooching…

They had been spending more time together, both at work and after hours. They had even taken to spending time at each other’s homes, cooking for two and watching old movies.

The first time he kissed her, she thought her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. It was a very chaste kiss. More of a gentle brushing of lips as he was leaving her home one day. But more than the physical act was the symbol. He was ready to move forward.

Weeks had passed since that first contact. Their kisses had become more frequent and more intense with each passing day. Hands joined lips in exploration. Fluttering touches became clutches of need.

The movie that neither had watched had been over for some time and the TV screen glowed with a blue light. The feel of his powerful hands on her bare back, where he had insinuated them under her shirt, was almost more than she could stand.

“I…I…I’d better get going,” she managed to stammer as she rose from his couch.

Holding her hand, he followed her to the door. Half-way there, he stopped and spun her around, crushing her body to his as his lips came down hard on hers. His tongue forced its way past her kiss-swollen lips to tangle with her own. As his lips left hers and started a searing path down her neck, she clung to his shoulders willing her knees not to give way. He growled in her ear.

“Stay with me, Sara. I need you.”

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‘Oh no! Why did it have to be now? Why not last week? Or next week?

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“I…can’t, Griss.” At the confusion in his eyes, she added, “I’m sorry.”

“No. I’m sorry.” He said as he let her go and took a step back. “ I… I must have misread the signals. I was pushing. I’m sorry.”

“No, Gil. You didn’t misread anything. Its not that I don’t want to, but I can’t.”

“You can’t? Why?”

“I… this is embarrassing… I got my period today!” She finally blurted.

At his grin, she pushed his shoulder. “Its NOT funny! You know, I want this as badly as you do.”

“Sara, there is no reason to be embarrassed. I am a grown man who was raised by my mother, a woman, who was very open about things. She didn’t want me to be embarrassed by teenaged ignorance. On top of all that, I am a scientist. It is a natural occurrence.”

He leaned in to kiss her. “Sara, I don’t mind.” He deepened the kiss.

She pulled back. “But I DO mind. Especially the first time. Can you understand that?”

He nodded. “But, you know, there are other ways…” She continued mischievously, as she reached for his belt and licked her lips.

He grabbed her wrists. “No, Sara. That wouldn’t be fair to you.”

“I don’t mind.”

“But I do. Not the first time.” He smiled her words back at her.

She pulled him back into another mind-numbing kiss.

“Sara, do you trust me?”

“What?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course I do. Why?”

“Come on.” He led her down the hall to his bedroom. Letting go of her hand, he went to his dresser and pulled out two pair of sweatpants and two T-shirts. Handing her the oldest (and smallest) set, he said, “The guest bathroom is right down the hall, go change into these.”

She looked at him quizzically.

“You said you trusted me,” he reminded her.

She left his bedroom and, making a detour through the living room to grab her purse, made her way to the room he indicated. After taking care of a few ‘details’, she slipped out of her own clothes, and into the ones Grissom had provided. While very soft, it was not particularly sexy. Not knowing what to expect, she debated on whether or not to take off her bra. Deciding that, by the look of the clothing he had given her, Grissom wanted her to be comfortable, she quickly doffed the constricting bit of lace and elastic. Taking advantage of the tube of toothpaste in the cabinet, and finding no toothbrush, she swiftly finger-brushed her teeth.

While Sara was in the guest facilities getting ready, Grissom was in the Master bath performing basically (minus one major one) the same ablutions. When he finished with the mouthwash, he hurried back into the bedroom to turn down the comforter and sheets. He was fluffing the pillows for the third time when he heard her tentative knock.

“ Come on in,” he somehow managed to croak out.

As she almost shyly stepped into the room, he reached around her and flipped the light switch. Suddenly, the room was darker, and much more intimate, the only light coming from one bedside lamp.

He tenderly took her in his arms and dipped his mouth to hers in a kiss that, while not extremely carnal, it wasn’t exactly innocent either. His hands left her shoulders to travel down her back and settle on her waist, where they had worked themselves under the hem of her shirt.

Her fingers found their way to tangle in his curls. She was so distracted by the power of his kiss, that she didn’t even realize that they were moving until the backs of her knees felt the edge of his bed.

His lips abandoned hers with a whimper; only to be further occupied trailing down her neck and across her collarbone. Even as his mouth was heading south, the hands under her shirt were heading north, taking the soft cotton garment with them. When his palms found her breasts to cup them, they both had to gasp for air. When she winced, he drew back.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked with a little fear. He was not a man to enjoy inflicting pain, especially in the bedroom.

“No, Griss. I’m fine. They’re just a little tender,” she gently explained, as she took his hands in hers and guided them back to her body.

“You sure?”

“Yes honey. I’m sure.” She lifted the shirt off, and threw it across the room.

This time, she let out a tiny squeak, as it wasn’t his hand on her breast, but his tongue and lips. Clutching him to her, she started pulling his shirt up over his head. He had to leave her body for a fraction of a second for her to pull it clear of his arms, then his arms encircled her again. The feel of her bare chest next to his own, fueled his already burning desire for her.

Through the soft fleece of their sweatpants, she could feel his arousal burning against her.

He put his knee on the bed beside her, and then gently lowered their bodies to the mattress, his lips never leaving her.

Feeling his erection now pressing into her thigh, and the scorching trail his kisses were leaving on her skin, Sara almost panicked. Pushing at his wide shoulders to get him to look at her, she whispered, “Uh, Griss?”

“Trust me, Sara. Just trust me.”

“I do, I just would like a little info here. That’s all.”

He smiled down at her, locking his cobalt eyes with her coffee ones. “One question, first. Pad or tampon?”

“What??”

“I said…”

“I know what you said! I…tampon, why?”

“ OK, don’t laugh. When I was in high school, if a girl was ‘on’, like you are, or she wanted to stay a virgin but needed ‘relief’, she and her boyfriend would…”

“You’re talking about Dry Humping, aren’t you?” she interrupted him.

At his somewhat sheepish grin, she giggled. “Of course! It all makes sense, now. The sweatpants are looser, thus easier to feel through. Same thing with the tampon vs. pad.”

“Sara, if you’re don’t want to do this, or are uncomfortable with it, just say so, and all will be forgotten. I still want you to spend the night with me, I’ll just need to take a cold shower first.”

He got his answer in the form of Sara grinding her hips into his as she brought his lips down into a tortuously slow kiss. At his groan, she wrapped one of her long legs around his butt, increasing the pressure to his groin.

Kissing and nipping his way down her throat to her shoulders, he suckled on the tender flesh at the juncture of the two while he slid his body between her thighs, and slowly started to rock into her to a rhythm only he could hear.

The friction of his erection rubbing against her clit, even through their clothing, soon had her gasping for air, and clawing at his broad back, where she could feel the muscles ripple and dance with every thrust.

He pounded into her even harder. It wasn’t long before he felt her body stiffen beneath him, and her legs lock around his waist, as she screamed out his name in her release.

“Yesss, ride it baby. Ride it.” He whispered to her over and over as her orgasm took her higher than she had ever been.

When his own orgasm hit, it took him by surprise, he was so intent on her pleasure. She could feel his manhood throbbing out its answer to her fulfillment.

Lying sated in each other’s arms afterwards, Grissom asked the question he had been wanting to ask for some time, now.

“How long ‘til we can do this right?”

To which she answered, “Goodnight, Griss. And Gil…I love you, too”