Uncharted Territory

Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI because if I did the only case anyone would be working is finding the missing underwear and bra.
Spoilers: Nesting Dolls and mention of Hunger Artist
Rating: NC-17
Author’s Note: Today is my birthday and I am seventeen years old. I made a deal with one of my friends to not write or post a smut story until I was officially of age, which I am now!
Major thanks to maggienhawk who betaed this story for me and had to put up with my weirdness over AIM in the process of writing this story.

Uncharted Territory
By Laura

Grissom knocked on Sara’s door for the second time that day. Waiting for her to answer, Grissom’s gaze fell to the Aloe Vera plant in his hands. When Sara opened the door, he momentarily forgot why he was even there in the first place. Sara stood in her doorway clutching her terrycloth robe tightly around her body, her hair hanging in damp tangles that framed her face, but didn’t hide the redness in her eyes or the timid smile that she greeted him with. There was an almost indiscernible tremble in Sara’s frame, a shake in her hands that was not from the coolness of the night.

Seeing that Grissom was not going to engage the conversation first, Sara tilted her head. “You wanna come in?”

Nodding, a flush rising to his cheeks, Grissom entered the apartment when Sara moved aside. He closed the door behind him as Sara walked further into the apartment before turning to face him.

“You brought another plant.” Sara stated sadly.

“My mother’s deaf.” Grissom didn’t know what made him make that admission and neither did Sara. She cocked an eyebrow at him questioningly, but it didn’t deter Grissom. “She went deaf when I was a little boy.”

“That’s how you know sign language.”

Grissom nodded his head and moved a little more into Sara’s apartment, the coffee table being the only thing between them. Breaking eye contact with Sara, Grissom bent over to gently place the Aloe Vera plant on her coffee table. “You’re not fired. I talked with Ecklie.”

There was a moment of silence before Sara sighed in relief and sat down in her favourite chair. Grissom followed suit, taking the same position he had earlier that day. He focused on Sara who wasn’t meeting his gaze, her eyes fixed on the plant at the other end of the table. Picking up the deck of cards, Grissom continued with the Solitaire game he had left unfinished earlier, an unspoken promise that he would come back to finish it.

“What happened?” Sara asked hesitantly.

Grissom intently watched Sara for a moment, his game forgotten. “I played to one of Ecklie’s bluffs.” Grissom leaned back, resting against the couch, his gaze never leaving Sara’s. “I told him if he was going to fire anyone it should be me.”

Sara gasped. “You risked your job?”

Grissom shrugged. “I knew he wasn’t going to fire me.”

“Still!” Sara leaned forward in her seat, eyes wide.

Grissom waited for whatever else Sara had to say but instead she relaxed back to her original position with a thoughtful expression. Grissom returned to his game, every once in awhile shooting Sara a furtive glance. He could see that Sara was deep in thought and wondered what it was that she was pondering. Although he wanted to ask, Grissom did acknowledge the fact that he was treading in dangerous waters. Sara had already revealed so much to him today. That’s why he had felt the need to tell her about his mother, to reciprocate even a little of what she had already given him.

Placing the deck of cards back down on the table Grissom indulged himself in just watching Sara. He tried to pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with her. Was it when she made the confession earlier? No it was much earlier than that. Was it the Debbie Marlin case where every time he’d look at the body he’d see her? No, not even close. When she arrived in Las Vegas? Grissom wanted to physically shake his head; he’d loved her long before then. The first time he’d looked deeply into her deep warm chocolate eyes? It had to be, because before that very moment Grissom didn’t even know what love was.

Returning to reality Grissom saw that Sara had noticed his staring and was holding his gaze, her expression unreadable. In the moment something clicked inside Grissom, something fundamentally inside of him changed and shifted. Suddenly, for all the walls that were placed between them, separating them, a sudden passage was opened clearing the way to each other. Grissom stood from his seat, never breaking eye contact with Sara, and made his way to her. Excitement and fear flashed simultaneously in her eyes before settling on lust and something he could only hope to be love.

Kneeling in front of Sara, Grissom reached up and cupped her face in his hands. He watched as Sara’s eyes fluttered shut and she took a deep breath before nuzzling into his hands. When she opened her eyes Grissom tried to convey the invitation to her, offering her control over what was happening. Time seemed to stand still, a second drawn out to feel like an hour. After what felt like an eternity Sara began a torturous descent towards him. The blood pounded in Grissom’s ears as he waited in an anticipation that was an agony. He closed his eyes, feeling his heart beat faster.

Sara’s lips were soft, barely touching as if she were taking a tentative taste of his. Grissom shivered from the electricity that flowed between their lips and knew that Sara felt it as well. Grissom could feel his blood rush down south, his arousal growing. The feather light kiss ended with a whimper from Grissom and he opened his eyes to find Sara’s face still close to his own. He rubbed his nose with Sara affectionately. She reached down and wrapped her arms around Grissom’s neck. It was all the incentive he needed.

Ascending Grissom crushed his lips against Sara’s, desperately trying to convey everything that was unsaid between them. She returned the kiss just as passionately. Without breaking the kiss Grissom stood up, pulling Sara’s lithe body with him. Sara gasped against Grissom’s mouth feeling his arousal. He took advantage and timidly probed her mouth with his tongue, tasting her. Sara responded, pulling Grissom closer to her and duelling his tongue with her own. Grissom dropped one of his hands to snake around Sara’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

Simultaneously, they broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Grissom rested his forehead against Sara’s, eyes still closed. She reached up with one of her hands and laid it over top of the hand that was cradling her face.

Sara affectionately pecked Grissom, signalling she was ready for another round. Grissom was more than happy to oblige, capturing Sara’s lips in a searing kiss. Grissom groaned in pleasure when he felt Sara grasped one of his buttocks, opening his mouth in surprise and leaving him open for invasion as her tongue slipped in. It was like a liquid passion between them as they started to grope each other, each attempting to out do the other. Moans broke the silence and they broke apart.

Grissom was amazed by how arousing Sara’s eyes were, almost black in lust. It was suddenly clear how this night was going to end, both of them sweaty, naked and satiated. He wanted to make sure this was a night they would both remember. As if reading his thoughts Sara’s eyes softened.

“Can we take this to the bedroom?” Sara asked huskily, sending shivers up and down Grissom’s body. Grissom whimpered when she moved away from him but was reassured when Sara clasped his hand in hers, sweaty and hot. He felt Sara tug at his hand to make him move towards the bedroom but he kept his ground. She turned around worriedly but Grissom smiled comfortingly. He moved closer to Sara, brushing against her barely and they both quivered in delight at the sensations. Moving ahead of Sara, Grissom pulled gently and she smiled in understanding. While he had allowed Sara to control the first kiss, he was in charge of what was going to happen next.

If it was possible every step towards the uncharted territory that was Sara Sidle’s bedroom made the ache between Grissom’s legs grow more prominent and he wondered briefly if he could come just from anticipation alone.

Opening the door nearly made Grissom groan in pleasure. He allowed himself a quick sweep over the room, finding Sara’s warm and feminist décor pleasing. Grissom heard Sara close the door behind them as he continually led her further into the room. At the end of the bed Grissom stopped and turned around to meet Sara’s gaze. He wasn’t surprised to see the hunger in her eyes, sure that his own mirrored her desire. Grissom moved closer to Sara, dropping his gaze to her attire and painfully realized she was naked underneath.

Letting go of her hand Grissom took a hold of Sara’s wrist, feeling the heat from the simple touch of her soft skin, and lifted it to his chest where he let it rest against his heart. “Do you feel what you do to me Sara?” He asked gently. Tears welled in Sara’s eyes and she took a step forward. Grissom watched in silence as she closed her eyes and let her hand fall only to replace it with her head. He held onto Sara as she listened to the quick rhythm of his heart. He wanted to make her understand before they went any further this was not going to be a one time occurrence to look back on in years of loneliness. “Do you feel how much I love you?”

Grissom felt Sara cling to him as her legs threatened to give out, her body shaking as she sobbed into his shirt. Embracing her tightly, being her rock, Grissom reached down and lifted her chin up so that she could look into his eyes and see the truth there. “I love you so much, Sara.” Grissom leaned down and kissed her salty cheeks, her forehead, her nose and finally her lips, softly, gently. “Will you let me make love to you?” He asked.

Upon her nod Grissom tenderly pulled her closer, sliding his hands around her waist; securing his hold on her. He shivered in delight as Sara deliberately wrapped her arms around his neck slowly. “I love you too, Gil.”

Grissom’s heart soared as he firmly pressed his lips against Sara’s, sealing their spoken words. None of his fantasizes could ever measure up to actually hearing Sara tell him that she loved him, or to hear her say his given name. Before the kiss could become too deep Grissom pulled away and heard her whimper of protest. Grissom trailed kisses to Sara’s ear, nibbling softly on her lobe and blowing warm air into her ear. He started his journey again, hot kisses down her jaw to her chin, capturing her lips sensually before continuing his expedition to her other ear. Suddenly, Grissom dropped his head to rest his beard in the dip of her neck, grinning at her gasp. He started lavishing wet hot kisses on her neck, worshipping every exposed part of her sweet soft skin.

Sara’s hands ran through Grissom’s unruly curls, willing him to continue his adoration of her neck. He had dreamed of her neck, fantasized about it for so many years, but none of them could compare to the reality. The terrycloth robe was no longer a delightful teasing article of clothing but an obtrusive barrier between his lips and Sara’s skin. “Please honey let me take this off.”

Slipping his hands around to between them Grissom tugged at the sash, undoing the knot and letting the robe fall open. He groaned at the small preview of his goddess’ body, the temptress that was Sara Sidle. Resting his hands on Sara’s shoulders, Grissom pulled the robe open agonizingly slowly, enjoying the whimpers of pleasure Sara was emitting. In the same tempo, he pushed the robe off of Sara’s shoulders, enjoying watching it fall almost whimsically to the floor where it laid in a pile.

Grissom drank in the sight of his Sara naked, completely vulnerable to the elements and at his mercy. The darkness of the room provided just enough light for him to admire Sara’s succulent and modest breasts along with a view of her tantalizing mound of dark hair. Pleased that he could continue his devotion to her naked body without anything to stop him, Grissom lunged hungrily forward but was met with resistance. Grissom looked at Sara’s eyes, seeing the shyness there and an unasked question.

Reciprocating, Grissom backed off barely holding his lust in check as Sara took her time to undo every last button on his shirt. She started at the bottom, teasingly rubbing her naked breasts against Grissom’s groin, making him growl. As each button came undone, Grissom felt Sara’s breath caress his bare abdomen. His shirt fell to the floor to join the discarded robe. When Sara reached down to undo Grissom’s pants, he stopped her, shaking his head adamantly.

Grissom grasped Sara by the elbows and pulled her up, basking in the heat that spread from the contact. Wasting no time, Grissom began to devour her neck with more zeal than he previously had expressed. The unadulterated touch of skin on skin drove him to make love to Sara with his tongue and lips first. In a torturous crawl Grissom moved down her neck to her collarbone. Grissom felt Sara stiffen as his mouth probed the scar tissue that was there. He could feel her shake as he kissed and lavished the area. Letting his hands wander across the expanse of skin, he let them find their way all over her bosom and flat stomach.

Locating another, Grissom kissed his way down to her stomach, briefly resting his head between Sara’s luscious mounds before kissing and licking the scar. Sara massaged his scalp while he worked to heal the inner wound. Lifting his head from her stomach, Grissom stared deeply into Sara’s bright eyes. “Are there more?” Sara nodded once. Grissom leisurely rose, his hands sliding up her curves before holding her to him again. He nibbled on her ear. “Show me.” Grissom whispered delicately. He watched as Sara closed her eyes and rotated in his arms until his chest was close enough to her back to feel the heat the emanating.

All across Sara’s back were thin angry white scars, visible against her naturally tanned skin. Grissom could only imagine the forms of torture she suffered through to receive such scarring. Grissom heard Sara’s sob and felt her trembling. Winding his arms around her waist to her stomach, Grissom cradled her back against his chest, pressing her scars into his chest to lend her strength, to show her his love and compassion. “Oh honey.” He whispered.

Grissom kissed every single scar on Sara’s back, feeling Sara’s tears fall on the hands that held her. Once Grissom felt he had dedicated enough attention he ascended and pulled Sara close to him again, rocking her in comfort.

“I want you now, Gil.” Sara demanded in a voice Grissom didn’t recognize.

More than willing to oblige to Sara’s demands, Grissom spun her in his arms and crushed his lips against hers. He glided his hands up and cupped her firm mounds in his hands, amazed at how well they filled his hands. She cried out when Grissom started to massage her already taut nipples with his fingers. He began to kneel again, taking one of Sara’s nipples in his hot mouth, suckling it pleasurably. Grissom felt her nails rake over his shoulders as she whimpered. Simultaneously teasing both nipples, Grissom swapped, giving the other his mouth’s attention. “Oh damn.” Grissom moaned in agreement, the disruption of air making Sara call out her name. Pleased by her reactions to his ministrations, Grissom shifted back up to his full height, planting a kiss on Sara’s sweaty face.

Before Sara could react, Grissom slid his fingers between her damp tresses, feeling her heat and arousal as juices flowed from her. Sara’s moans filled the room as he massaged her clitoris and lips. “Don’t… stop… feel… so good.” She moaned against Grissom’s lips.

Grissom picked up his pace, each time his fingers teasing her wet folds by moving closer. “Gil… oh.” He almost lost it when Sara began to grind against his hand. “So… close… don’t stop… please!”

Abruptly stopping, Grissom pulled his hand back from Sara’s hot sex. Making sure she was watching him; Grissom lifted his fingers to his mouth and with short flicks of his tongue he licked his hand clean of her tangy juices, making her moan. “You taste so good Sara.”

Grissom didn’t have time to register the almost animalistic growl Sara made as she reached down and skilfully began to work his pants off. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling of her fingers touching him in the most intimate of his places. Grissom would have laughed at the gusto she threw his belt but was far too distracted; Sara had his pants down to his knees and was already tugging at the elastic waistband of his boxers. Grasping Sara’s wrists, Grissom stopped her movements and willingly stepped out of his pant legs, kicking them behind him. She grinned salaciously up at him before proceeding to show him exactly how much she wanted him. With one quick pull, Sara had his ankles swimming in cotton boxers.

“Wow,” Sara remarked breathlessly. Her dark lustful eyes stared at Grissom, twinkling. Grissom squirmed a little as Sara moved closer to his already hard member, the heat from her body doing wonderful and terrible things to his erection. When Sara took him into her hands, he thought he would lose it right there. The absolute fantastic feeling of her stroking him was making it difficult to even remain standing. He could only groan as Sara increased her pace, pumping him close enough to oblivion he could almost taste it. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to come.” Grissom grunted, his eyes tightly shut in ecstasy.

A giggle was the only response Grissom received before he felt Sara’s probing mouth on his own again. “Let’s take this to the bed now,” Sara spoke against his lips. Smirking, he suddenly hefted Sara up into his arms bridal style. “Gil!” She shrieked in arousal and amusement, giggling while he carried her to her bed.

Carefully and tenderly, Grissom laid Sara down on her bed and stepped away for a moment, taking in all the splendour that was the entity Sara Sidle. There was already a slick sheen of sweat over her body, her chest moving up and down rapidly, almost panting. Continuing his appreciation, he followed a path up to her face where Sara’s eyes shone with desire, desire for him. Her bruised lips were parted as she breathed heavily and her hair was splayed around her like a wild halo. Grissom felt as if he’d fallen in love with Sara all over again in that single moment.

With the grace and quality of a predator, Grissom slid onto the bed and over Sara’s supple body, letting himself enjoy the feeling of her squirming under him. Easing himself on top of her, Grissom rested there for a moment before he passionately kissed her on the lips, making her groan deeply from her throat. He felt Sara wiggle a little to settle herself in a more comfortable position, gasping when her hot sex rubbed against his aching erection. Grinding against her, Grissom revelled in the feeling as well as making Sara pant, something he was finding to be very sexy.

Angling his hips, Grissom pulled back before thrusting into Sara in one swift motion, burying himself up to the hilt and making her cry out his name. Nothing had ever felt so exquisite, so right to him before this instant, a perfect fit into Sara’s warm and milky folds. They were molded together flawlessly, two jigsaw pieces that were made for each other, and they were content to revel in just being one for a few moments longer. Grissom could feel Sara trembling beneath him before realizing that he too was shaking.

Grissom slowly began to thrust into Sara with an unhurried tempo, wanting to make this experience last. With every thrust, Grissom heard Sara moan and returned them with soft ones of his own. He could feel her nails rake over his back and Grissom shivered in the combination of pleasure and pain. When Sara began to kiss and suckle his neck, Grissom found his control starting to slip. Groping softly and kneading flesh, he sped up his thrusts and Sara voiced her pleasure loudly.

With every thrust, Grissom knew he was growing closer to the edge as was Sara. He was enjoying watching her as she writhed, her moaning becoming incoherent. Bodies slick with sweat, their passionate lovemaking became more frenzied with every movement, both teetering at the edge of their absolution. Looking down at Sara’s chest, Grissom couldn’t help but rub his chin between her breasts. Grissom heard Sara’s quick intake of breath and almost desperately he suckled one of her nipples, pushing her over the edge. “Gil!” She called out.

Grissom felt Sara’s wonderful walls ripple against his member before tightening deliciously around him. As she arched up, Grissom finally let go and entered his own release, crying out Sara’s name at the top of his lungs, and filled her with his seed. An unbelievable heat spread throughout Grissom’s body as he rode the waves of his orgasm. He couldn’t string two words together to save his life and he loved it. Sara Sidle had reduced Gil Grissom to having absolutely no words or quotes to describe his rapture.

“That… was …amazing,” Sara whispered into Grissom’s ear once she was lucid, a huge smile gracing her face.

Grissom grinned down at her, returning Sara’s smile. “You… are… amazing,” Grissom responded, punctuating each of her words with a peck on her lips.

Although Grissom was quite content to remain inside Sara forever, he was exhausted and could see that she was too so he slid out. He couldn’t help but smile with male pride that he had worn Sara out in their first session of lovemaking. He leaned down and captured her lips in a tender kiss, one filled with love and a promise of things that would come later when they were rested.

Rolling over, Grissom pulled Sara with him until they were comfortably spooning together as if they had been for years. Content with lying above the covers naked, Grissom stroked Sara’s stomach and basked in the warmth of her back against his chest. “I love you, Sara.”

“Love you too, Gil,” Sara said thickly, yawning deeply. “Be here when I wake up?”

“Always,” He replied, kissing her temple.

Even though Grissom was tired and wanted to sleep, he wanted a few moments to process the feeling of Sara snuggled against him naked and in complete trust of him. Sara was completely vulnerable right there, but felt safe enough to fall asleep in his arms, something Grissom had never experienced before. He nuzzled the back of her neck, taking in her musky scent of sweat and sweet smell of jasmine, obviously from her shower earlier.

Yawning, Grissom felt himself starting to drift, realizing that it wasn’t only Sara who had found solace. No place had ever felt like home to him, except the one he grew up in with his mother, but he did feel at home with Sara. He wanted this to last, for eternity if possible. Grissom was no longer afraid. And if Sara was willing to have him, Grissom would happily live out the rest of his life proving to her how much he loved her, wanted her. He wanted to have a little house with a white picket fence, maybe a dog. He wanted a family, to have children born out of love for another.

Grissom’s thoughts turned unexpectedly to Cassie James, and he could finally understand what she meant. He’d found exactly what he always needed, the warm body of the woman who he loved so deeply it hurt at times; asleep against him in a perfect sleep. The only thing left to do was to join her, and he gladly did so.

~The End~