A Madness Most Discreet

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“I wish these things weren’t so boring.” Sara sighed. She had come with Grissom to California because this year Griss’s mother was responsible for holding the Clan Bruce Highland Games. As she was getting on in years, Olivia Mary MacDonald Bruce Grissom had asked her son to help with the plans and help her host it.

This year’s games were especially large because both the clans of the Bruce & the MacDonald had agreed to hold joint games for the first time in 50 years. Members of both clans were expected not only from across the U.S. and Canada but Scotland and even the MacDonald and the Bruce had agreed to come. It would be grand.

And consequently, Sara who had hoped for a sweet romantic get-away was left to her own devices. After the banquet last night, the first day of games would start today. Sara had not had a single moment alone with Gil since they left Vegas last Saturday. Well she decided one way or another she was going to get Griss today. “Erin go Bragh.” She muttered.

She looked at the clothes that had been laid out for her. She saw she had a choice to wear a Highland skirt in either the clan MacDonald or the clan Bruce. She chose MacDonald in order to taunt Gris because she knew he had to wear a Bruce tartan and that at one time the Bruces and the MacDonalds had had a bitter blood feud.

She put on the shoes, the socks, the white blouse and everything else but she left one item of clothing behind, the matching underwear. She was on a commando mission so she would go commando.


Sara had to admit it was a glorious sight. All the kilts and the pipe bands, the gay decorations and the weather was perfect. She smiled with pride when she saw Grissom in full regalia with sporran, hat and kilt. She was somewhat astonished when he gave his opening remarks in perfect Gaelic. What didn’t that man know how to do? With a “Let the Games Begin”; Grissom was finally able to sit on the dais with Sara and the other honored members present.

He turned towards Sara with their bare knees touching and began signing to her: /! Sara, I am so sorry that we haven’t been together a lot on this trip…I didn’t think I would have to do so much.!/

Sara signed back: /!That’s ok Dr. Grissom. !/

‘Oh boy, I’m in trouble now.’ He thought. A hurrah and the sounds of people jumping up to cheer as the first event the ‘Tossing of the caber’ continued. /!Sara, don’t be mad. You know that caber puts me in mind of some fun we both could have…!/

Sara signed furiously back /! All lovers swear more performance than they are able.!/

Grissom’s eyebrows raised as he signed back. /!-- William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida.!/

Gris signed back…/! In keeping with the theme of the games, do you remember the movie ‘Braveheart’…and the taunting scene before that first battle with the English? I believe in following their example, Aschusla!/

Sara thought for a moment and then a sly grin spread across her lips and she signed back. /!Just like that Schwarzenegger movie ‘Commando’…I follow that example too.!/

Now Grissom’s grin widened and then he turned and signed to his mother that he had to go check on some details but he would be back in a little while. He signed to Sara to follow him in five minutes.


As Sara went around the back of the raised dais, she was grabbed. “Griss, you scared me.” She muttered as she hit it playfully on the chest.

“Hmmmm…now where shall we go…I got it!” Gris grabbed her by the hand and they ran to a utility shed off to one corner of the field. Once inside he through the latch now no one could disturb them.

Grissom pinned Sara against the door and began kissing her. “God Sara I missed you so much. How can I make it up to you?” As he carried on to ravage her neck and collarbone.

"Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie." Sara whispered.

“God I love a woman who can talk dirty Shakespeare to me.” He murmured back as the kissing became deeper and more passionate. Griss could feel his arousal building.

Sara could feel his erect cock even through the thick fabric of his kilt. “Prove my earlier quote wrong…toss me that caber, my sweet Scottish laddie”

Grissom hiked his kilt up as Sara did the same with her Highland skirt. As he grabbed her naked checks in his hands and lifted her up and plunged his “caber” with one thrust into her moist heat. At the same time, she wrapped her legs around his hips.

As Grissom began to thrust a steady stream of Shakespeare poured from his mouth…


Love is a smoke (THRUST) raised with (THRUST) the fume of sighs, (THRUST)
Being purged, (THRUST) a fire sparkling (THRUST) in lovers' eyes, (THRUST)
Being vexed, (THRUST) a sea nourished (THRUST) with (THRUST)lovers' tears. (THRUST) What (THRUST) is it (THRUST) else? (THRUST) A madness (THRUST) (THRUST)most (THRUST) discreet, (THRUST) (THRUST)
A choking (THRUST) (THRUST) gall (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST) and a (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST)preserving (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST)sweet. (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST) William (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST) Shake (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST) speare (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST) (THRUST)

“Oh god, Grissom” Sara screamed as she came.

“OOOOOOOOOOOSSARRRAAAAAA” Grissom shuddered his release.

Both a little out of breath, they began to kiss more sweetly this time.

“Wow”

“Double wow, Griss”

“I think we’d better get back…” He gasped as he listened to the roar of the crowd.

“I guess it’s not so boring after all, Gil.” Sara whispered as she nibbled on his ear lobe. “Not so boring after all.”


A/N: G Rated Version of the last Shakespearean quote.


Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

-- William Shakespeare