Behind the Bar
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,476
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Behind the Bar
Behind the Bar
By Willowaus
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Nor am I making any money from writing this.
This is an answer to a private challenge from Ray.
Challenge:
*chocolate
*mention of the Food Network
*SMUT
*Sara in a skirt
*pool table
This was bad, very bad.
Grissom blinked, trying to clear his mind, to remove his focus from the woman a few feet in front of him. From the corner of his eye he observed them, faking interest in Judy’s explanation for creating the perfect chocolate chip cookie from a show she had seen on the Food Network. He looked down at the half empty glass of scotch in front of him and emptied it in one long drink before placing it beside the two others, trying not to look at Sara. ‘Happy birthday to me.’
He didn’t want to be here, forced to mingle with his colleagues at some nameless bar. But ever since Nick’s ordeal a few weeks ago, he had tried to build some bridges, starting with the shaky friendship he had with Catherine. Unfortunately her idea had been to throw him a birthday party, informing him that it was a way to get everyone in the lab at ease again. He had reluctantly agreed.
A husky laugh filled his ears and he turned his attention back to Sara. A low, guttural groan left his mouth as he allowed his gaze to wander her frame, starting with her bare legs. They went on forever, long, slender, tantalizing legs that begged to be caressed.
His mouth curled into a feral smile, images of her legs wrapped around his body twirling through his mind, wanting nothing more than to recreate their encounter from a few hours ago. Turning his attention back to Judy, he continued the illusion, ordering himself another scotch. He gulped the liquid down, feeling it burn as it went. It was the only barrier keeping him from pulling Sara out of the crowded room and making her writhe in pleasure.
He heard her laugh again, his control slipping and excused himself. Shaking his head, he stood, pleased that his balance was still intact as he walked towards her. ‘Sweet, succulent, scrumptious Sara Sidle,’ he thought, wiping the smile from his face as he approached the small group of admirers surrounding her.
The various lab technicians’ looks of adoration faltered when they saw him, each politely bidding adieu before scurrying away. He watched her turn, looking around to see what had caused their departure, before her gaze fell on him, immediately settling into a scowl. His innocent routine was not amusing her and she rolled her eyes at him, folding her arms in annoyance.
“I was talking with them,” Sara informed him.
“They were barely listening,” he countered, reaching out to touch her. “They were too busy ogling you in that skirt.”
She moved from his reach, turning and walking away from him, deliberately swaying her hips as she moved. He smiled, memorizing the way she looked in the tight, black, pleather skirt, before following her past the pool table. He watched her disappear through a door in the back, glancing behind him to make sure no one else was following them.
The moment he closed the door behind him, he was pushed against the wall, her mouth claiming his with a ferocity he didn’t know existed in her. She molded her body to his, rubbing against his already growing erection. He pushed the material of her shirt up, allowing his hands access to her silky skin, trying to allow his fingers the opportunity to remember each delicious spot on her.
His eyes flew open as she broke away from him, sliding down the length of his body, pulling the zipper down on his jeans, and removing him from his pants in one easy movement. He groaned as her mouth engulfed him, one of her hands bracing herself against the wall, as her was occupied with his balls. His hands moved to her hair, running them through it as she masterfully sucked him.
He could feel himself getting closer to the edge and pulled her off, forcing her to stand up, and twisting them so that she was now against the wall. She looked at him questioningly before his hands moved to her legs, pushing the skirt up. A wicked smile crossed her face as he realized that she wasn’t wearing underwear. It quickly changed into a moan as one of his hands cupped her before slipping two fingers into her and vigorously pumping them.
His mouth moved to her neck, sucking it, as his free hand moved to her breast. He felt her body tense and knew she was close. He removed his hands and smiled at her whimper, before locking his gaze with hers. She smiled and he entered her, groaning at the tightness. He quickened the pace, driving harder into her body as he felt her tense around him before she bit down on his shoulder as her orgasm rocked through her. A few seconds later he allowed himself to lose control, erupting into her.
They clung to one another, letting the waves of pleasure roll off of them, each trying to ground themselves. He pulled out of her, tucking himself back in his pants and zipping them up before helping her smooth her shirt and skirt. “Happy birthday, Gris,” Sara whispered in his ear.
He smiled into her neck. ‘Happy birthday indeed.’ “We should get back out there,” she continued and he groaned in annoyance. “Catherine will start a manhunt for us if we don’t.”
Grissom sighed, leaned in and kissed her. He followed her from the back room and into the crowded bar. “Wipe that smile off your face,” she whispered to him.
He tried valiantly to but was unsuccessful. “Find me when you’re ready to go,” she said, before disengaging herself and getting lost in the throng of people.
Grissom watched her leave, smiling smugly to himself as her horde of admirers returned to chat, quite happy in the knowledge that he would be the one taking her home.
Fin
By Willowaus
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Nor am I making any money from writing this.
This is an answer to a private challenge from Ray.
Challenge:
*chocolate
*mention of the Food Network
*SMUT
*Sara in a skirt
*pool table
This was bad, very bad.
Grissom blinked, trying to clear his mind, to remove his focus from the woman a few feet in front of him. From the corner of his eye he observed them, faking interest in Judy’s explanation for creating the perfect chocolate chip cookie from a show she had seen on the Food Network. He looked down at the half empty glass of scotch in front of him and emptied it in one long drink before placing it beside the two others, trying not to look at Sara. ‘Happy birthday to me.’
He didn’t want to be here, forced to mingle with his colleagues at some nameless bar. But ever since Nick’s ordeal a few weeks ago, he had tried to build some bridges, starting with the shaky friendship he had with Catherine. Unfortunately her idea had been to throw him a birthday party, informing him that it was a way to get everyone in the lab at ease again. He had reluctantly agreed.
A husky laugh filled his ears and he turned his attention back to Sara. A low, guttural groan left his mouth as he allowed his gaze to wander her frame, starting with her bare legs. They went on forever, long, slender, tantalizing legs that begged to be caressed.
His mouth curled into a feral smile, images of her legs wrapped around his body twirling through his mind, wanting nothing more than to recreate their encounter from a few hours ago. Turning his attention back to Judy, he continued the illusion, ordering himself another scotch. He gulped the liquid down, feeling it burn as it went. It was the only barrier keeping him from pulling Sara out of the crowded room and making her writhe in pleasure.
He heard her laugh again, his control slipping and excused himself. Shaking his head, he stood, pleased that his balance was still intact as he walked towards her. ‘Sweet, succulent, scrumptious Sara Sidle,’ he thought, wiping the smile from his face as he approached the small group of admirers surrounding her.
The various lab technicians’ looks of adoration faltered when they saw him, each politely bidding adieu before scurrying away. He watched her turn, looking around to see what had caused their departure, before her gaze fell on him, immediately settling into a scowl. His innocent routine was not amusing her and she rolled her eyes at him, folding her arms in annoyance.
“I was talking with them,” Sara informed him.
“They were barely listening,” he countered, reaching out to touch her. “They were too busy ogling you in that skirt.”
She moved from his reach, turning and walking away from him, deliberately swaying her hips as she moved. He smiled, memorizing the way she looked in the tight, black, pleather skirt, before following her past the pool table. He watched her disappear through a door in the back, glancing behind him to make sure no one else was following them.
The moment he closed the door behind him, he was pushed against the wall, her mouth claiming his with a ferocity he didn’t know existed in her. She molded her body to his, rubbing against his already growing erection. He pushed the material of her shirt up, allowing his hands access to her silky skin, trying to allow his fingers the opportunity to remember each delicious spot on her.
His eyes flew open as she broke away from him, sliding down the length of his body, pulling the zipper down on his jeans, and removing him from his pants in one easy movement. He groaned as her mouth engulfed him, one of her hands bracing herself against the wall, as her was occupied with his balls. His hands moved to her hair, running them through it as she masterfully sucked him.
He could feel himself getting closer to the edge and pulled her off, forcing her to stand up, and twisting them so that she was now against the wall. She looked at him questioningly before his hands moved to her legs, pushing the skirt up. A wicked smile crossed her face as he realized that she wasn’t wearing underwear. It quickly changed into a moan as one of his hands cupped her before slipping two fingers into her and vigorously pumping them.
His mouth moved to her neck, sucking it, as his free hand moved to her breast. He felt her body tense and knew she was close. He removed his hands and smiled at her whimper, before locking his gaze with hers. She smiled and he entered her, groaning at the tightness. He quickened the pace, driving harder into her body as he felt her tense around him before she bit down on his shoulder as her orgasm rocked through her. A few seconds later he allowed himself to lose control, erupting into her.
They clung to one another, letting the waves of pleasure roll off of them, each trying to ground themselves. He pulled out of her, tucking himself back in his pants and zipping them up before helping her smooth her shirt and skirt. “Happy birthday, Gris,” Sara whispered in his ear.
He smiled into her neck. ‘Happy birthday indeed.’ “We should get back out there,” she continued and he groaned in annoyance. “Catherine will start a manhunt for us if we don’t.”
Grissom sighed, leaned in and kissed her. He followed her from the back room and into the crowded bar. “Wipe that smile off your face,” she whispered to him.
He tried valiantly to but was unsuccessful. “Find me when you’re ready to go,” she said, before disengaging herself and getting lost in the throng of people.
Grissom watched her leave, smiling smugly to himself as her horde of admirers returned to chat, quite happy in the knowledge that he would be the one taking her home.
Fin