Research

SMUT ALERT! This is EXTREMELY NC17. It is Greg/Sara

I don't own the characters.


Research


"You'll get your answer when I get mine."

She was silent for a long time. She turned away

and was silent for a moment. Finally she spoke

very softly."He wanted ME. You just wanted to win

so you'd have bragging rights." And with that,

she snatched the report out of his hand and strode

out of the DNA lab, leaving Greg with his mouth

hanging open.

Greg was quiet the rest of the night. She had

him all wrong, but he'd been too stunned to answer.

He was still very sad when it came time to go home.

He shuffled across the parking lot to his car,

unlocked the door - and found Sara sitting in the

passenger seat.


He gaped at her. "What...."


She leaned forward. "I decided I would find out

if my assessment of things was correct.Close your

mouth; you brought this on yourself, you and your

badgering. Rattling my cage is a dangerous

proposition. Now, you're going home with me. We'll

talk when we get there."


Greg started the car. "Sara, what is going on

here...."


She shrugged. "You wanted an answer to a question,

you got what you wanted, now I have questions for

you."


"So ask. I'll answer."


She shook her head. "In a bit." Her expression

was hungry. "After our talk, I got to thinking.

I began to wonder what YOU might have that Hank

doesn't. You certainly have plenty of balls, what

with that 'hoes' comment." She smirked. "You're

the only person in the lab who's not afraid of me.

While that may signal an absence of judgement on

your part, I like it." She pulled into a parking

space as she spoke, then got out of the car. "Here

we are." She looked back and waited for him to get

out, then began walking toward the building.


Once in the apartment, she gestured toward the

sofa, then joined him as he sat. "Now the serious

discussion begins."


He was silent, so she continued. "So you don't like

my seeing Hank, is that right?"


He nodded. "Yeah. That's right." His eyes held more

than a little anger. "I think you picked the wrong

man to give your attention to."


She smiled. "I guess now you need to back that

opinion up with evidence. Give me a good reason not

to go out with him. Why should I get rid of Hank,

Greg?" She drew closer. "I'm considering this, Greg,

I really am. You're brilliant, funny, fun to be

around - weird, but I kind of like that too. And Hank-

well, Hank is pleasant, flattering, a decent dinner

companion - but not very good in bed."


Greg raised his eyebrows. "You seem to have answered

your own question, Sara. We're both pleasant enough

companions, but Mr. Pettigrew is lacking in an

essential area - an area where you have no data on my

suitability. To discover evidence on this, we'd have

to do some research, since this is a subject about

which you have no data. For all you know, I might be

exceptionally competent in this regard. It would

truly be a shame if you neglected science and continued

pursuing .... unsatisfying....avenues when a more

compatible opportunity was available.... just waiting

to be accessed...."

She chuckled. "Two burning questions yet remain... first,

do you really want ME, or is this all about conquest?"


Greg took her hands in his. His eyes were blazing with

desperate hunger."I want YOU, very much. I can't believe

you'd think otherwise, even for an instant." He turned her

hand over and kissed each fingertip. "I could show you

some pretty compelling HARD evidence of that right

now.... in the interest of....science..... of course. As

for conquest, in this particular situation YOU approached

ME, so if we ... see what happens... if you make me your

love slave... you'd be conquering me, not the other way

around, so you'd be the victor." Her eyes had widened,

and he saw excitement in them. He licked his lips and

continued. "You know, I told you a long time ago, when you

say jump I say how high." He leaned forward. "I have an

extremely high energy level, and I'm VERY eager to please."


She smiled. "You've stated your case very well. Now show

me whether you're as adept with this task as you are at

your ... other duties...."


He smiled wickedly. "I will do my best to see that

you're... very satisfied.... I'm a pretty persistent guy,

if you hadn't noticed."


She walked away from him, turning at the door of her

bedroom. "Someone once told me actions speak louder than

words." She looked into the room, then back at him.

"Conversation really doesn't qualify as evidence, Sanders.

If you're looking to do research, you have to come into

the lab and be a man of action."


He stood and walked toward her. "I was waiting on you,

Sidle. You are the senior partner,after all. I follow your

lead."


"Well, step into the lab, Sanders. I'm open to whatever

methods you care to utilize here...."



His expression was almost predatory as he backed me into

my own bedroom. The entire situation was getting me very

turned on. I sat on the edge on the bed, and he joined me.


He laced his fingers with mine. "Look at me, Sara," he

whispered, then lowered his lips to mine when I complied.

He kissed me softly, his tongue gently parting my lips

and touching my own. He could definitely kiss, I thought

as he plundered my mouth. He moved his attention to my

ears and neck, two of my most potent erogenous zones. I

gasped as he laid me back, grasped my wrists over my

head, and began working on my tender throat in earnest.

"You like that, don't you," he breathed. "Tell me..."


"Yes.... "


"Tell me when you want more..." He undid the top button

of my blouse. "Because I'll give you all you want, but

you have to ask." He nuzzled my chest lightly before

returning to my neck.


"Oh, Greg..."


"What do you want?" He toyed with my second button.

"Do you want me to unbutton this, maybe take your bra

as well? Would you like to feel my hands on your

breasts?"


"Oh yes...."


He unbuttoned the socond button, then the third. "I

want that too, Sara. Do you know how many times I've

thought about it? You'd lean over beside me at the

microscope, and I'd think how your nipples would

pucker if I suckled on you...." He pulled off my

shirt, the unsnapped the front closure on my lacy

bra. "I'd imagine the sounds you make when you

come.... I plan to find that out very soon...."

He slung the bra away from him and started kissing

down my chest. I moaned as his mouth closed over my

breast and started gently suckling. The sensation

was incredible; my core grew hot and damp as he

lazily moved from one to the other. I was moaning

out loud by the time he raised up.


"Now you just let me know when you need more

intensive attention. I KNOW you're getting wet by

now, aren't you?"


"Yes....."


He sighed. "I want to know how you taste. Let me

know when you're ready for me to find out...."


"Yes....." I was throbbing by this point.


"What do you want?" He kissed down to my belly

button. "Do you want me to pull off

your jeans and panties, spread your legs, and find

out just how wet you are? Would you like me to

spread your lips and find your sweet little pink

pearl with my tongue? Because I'm dying to do

that, Sara. I've done it a hundred times in my

fantasies. Let me do it now for real; let me make

you come so hard you can't help but scream from

it...."


"Oh, yes, Greg... I need it...."


Snap, zip, then he shucked my jeans from me. He

hooked his index fingers in the sides of my thong

panties and pulled them off me in one motion.

"Look at me," he whispered. "I want you to watch

what I'm doing to you." With that, he started at

my navel and began working his way down. He

nuzzled my curls but took a frustrating detour

down one thigh, then back up the other. He held

my hips still as he teased me. Each trip he drew

a little closer to his ultimate target. Finally

he gently spread me and examined what was before

him. "You're so wet... you really need this....."

He delicately licked up the exposed valley. "You

taste like my dreams...." With that, he began

devouring me.


I was moaning continuously as the amazing

sensations cascaded over me. He got me to the edge

of climax, then backed off, then drew me back to

an even higher precipice. He did this at least five

times. At last, he slipped a finger into my wet

tunnel and started driving me back up again - but

he didn't back off, and I screamed into the longest,

most intense release I had ever experienced.I was

still spasming when he was over me, his damp tip

pressed against my opening. "Oh, Sara," he

whispered. "Let me in..."


He pushed in and started to move. I bucked under him.

The tension was building again, and he was hitting

my sweet spot with every thrust. "Come again for me,

Sara...' he said against my lips. "Because I'm going

to come for you...."


He was striking deep and hard, and I was drawing

close to the edge. "Look at me," he whispered.

"Say my name....."


"Oh, Greg......." I held his gaze as my nerves

erupted into climax.


"I love you," he croaked, then he poured his

release into me.


"Oh, Greg," I whispered into his chest. "That was

amazing."


He grinned. "So, Sidle, did I present enough

evidence to prove my theory?"


"Oh, definitely."


His voice became serious. "What are you going to

do about Hank?"


I shrugged. "Tell him it's over, that I found

someone else."


He beamed. "You won't regret this."


I stroked his cheek. "I have the feeling you're

right, Sanders. I have the feeling you're

right....."