miss you
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,249
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
miss you
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI I only play with Gris and Sara : )
Summary: Grissom in a hotel room, a phone, Sara answering his call...
AN: My second CSI fan fic...please be kind.
Miss you
He heard the beep tone for three times until she finally answered the call. “Hey.” He softly said before she could say anything.
“Hey.” Her voice sounded sleepy.
“Did I wake you up?” He asked a little worried.
“Yeah, but it’s okay.” She said and yawned.
“I’m sorry.” He paused for a short while. “How was your day?”
“I finished the Gruber case, it was the sister. It took us some time to find the murder weapon but...”
“...I’m not calling because of work Sara.” He told her softly, he knew she hated to be interrupted but he didn’t have the nerve to talk about work right now.
“I know.” She almost whispered, or was it a sigh?
“I miss you.” He knew that she was rolling with her eyes.
“You were the one who said that you needed to think about us. You said you’d need some time alone and now you’re out of the city for how long, less than ten hours...you know it would have been easier to just take a day off and not see me for these ten hours.”
He had known that she would say this. He knew that she was pissed off, that she was angry, disappointed. He knew that it was because he had been hurting her with telling her that he needed time to think about their relationship. He knew her too well. That was the problem.
They were dating for a month now. It had started with an innocent dinner after work, dinners and lunches had followed, three days ago he came for dinner and stayed for breakfast.
She made the best scrambled eggs in the world. That was not the only thing that he’d been learning about her, he knew her so well, so good...knew everything, she didn’t even have to tell him, he just got to know them by being with her. And he feared that she knew him as good as he knew her.
He had told her that he needed to think. Actually he had asked her to participate in this seminar in Los Angeles with him, he knew that it had must have felt like he’d been slapping her in the face with a brick when he had asked her to stay in Vegas so that he could think about them.
“I’m sorry Sara.”
She sighed, didn’t say anything for a long time, he knew that she was still there, he heard her breathing...
“I...Sara if you don’t want to talk then just say it.” He broke the silence.
“I would have to talk then.”
He grinned, the situation wasn’t funny at all but he grinned. “I just miss you, that’s why I called, I wanted to tell you that I miss you.”
“What do you miss exactly?” Her voice became lower.
“Everything.” He whispered.
“Oh then describe what you mean with everything.”
He knew what she wanted. He swallowed hard, he couldn’t do that could he? “Close your eyes.” He whispered. He just would do it.
“Are yours closed?” She asked, somehow challenging him.
“Yes.” He knew that she was smiling.
“So what to you miss?”
“The scent of your hair, the way it smells after coconut, vanilla or peach, depending on which shampoo you used.”
He could see it with closed eyes, he could see how her hand slowly slipped over her flat stomach, under her dark blue velour track suit pants down to the place where he wished his hands would be right then.
“I miss the way your breath tickles against my skin when you’re leaning close to me and whispering something into my ear.”
Her finger slowly started to massage her clit, her breathing got a little faster and harder, he knew that she was doing it and it let his blood rush rapidly to the place south his belt.
“I miss the feeling of your skin when my lips kiss it, when my lips slowly trace down your neck...”
“...oh I miss that too.” She sad softly.
A smile flashed over his lips.
“And I miss to feel your beard tickling my skin when you kiss me...” she whispered.
His hand clasped his meanwhile hardened cock. He slowly began to stroke it while he imagined how Sara’s finger moved faster over her clit.
She moaned into the phone, not loud, only softly, a soft moan that almost sent him over the edge...
God he wanted to feel her right now, he wanted to take her deep, deeper than ever before, he wanted to make passionate love to her until she was screaming from pleasure...he wanted to feel her walls hardening around his cock, wanted to feel the wetness, all the wetness that he caused.
She was breathing faster now, deeper and faster and so did he. He massaged his balls then began to stroke his cock again, faster than before, harder and rougher than before...
Now he moaned.
“God I want to feel you.” She sighed or was she moaning?
He imagined how she was inserting a finger into her slut, then two...and she moaned again what made his fantasy even more real.
He knew what she was doing, her thumb was massaging her clit while her index and ring finger were in her slut, pumping in and out, hard and without mercy.
His grip hardened around his cock while his hand moved faster, he squeezed it, rubbed it...
She groaned, she piped down after sucking in a deep breath “Oh god...” She groaned again. He knew that she was coming and it sent him over the edge, the pure imagination of Sara coming due to her own touch was enough. He groaned her name. Three times.
As her breathing calmed down she broke the silence that had only been disrupted by their heartbeats and breathing before. “You better come home really fast.”
A smile flashed over his lips. “I will, believe me Baby.”
“That’s good, because I really miss you.”
And he could see her smile. “I miss you too.”
“I know.” She whispered. “Sleep well...and you may call whenever you want to call.”
“I will.” He answered softly. “Sleep well.”
He hang up the phone. Sara hadn’t even asked him about his decision, she knew the answer, she knew him...but somehow he didn’t care anymore. She knew him, and? She knew him, where was the problem? If he could have telephone sex with her then he could tell her everything.
He smiled and drifted away into a deep sleep.
THE END
Summary: Grissom in a hotel room, a phone, Sara answering his call...
AN: My second CSI fan fic...please be kind.
Miss you
He heard the beep tone for three times until she finally answered the call. “Hey.” He softly said before she could say anything.
“Hey.” Her voice sounded sleepy.
“Did I wake you up?” He asked a little worried.
“Yeah, but it’s okay.” She said and yawned.
“I’m sorry.” He paused for a short while. “How was your day?”
“I finished the Gruber case, it was the sister. It took us some time to find the murder weapon but...”
“...I’m not calling because of work Sara.” He told her softly, he knew she hated to be interrupted but he didn’t have the nerve to talk about work right now.
“I know.” She almost whispered, or was it a sigh?
“I miss you.” He knew that she was rolling with her eyes.
“You were the one who said that you needed to think about us. You said you’d need some time alone and now you’re out of the city for how long, less than ten hours...you know it would have been easier to just take a day off and not see me for these ten hours.”
He had known that she would say this. He knew that she was pissed off, that she was angry, disappointed. He knew that it was because he had been hurting her with telling her that he needed time to think about their relationship. He knew her too well. That was the problem.
They were dating for a month now. It had started with an innocent dinner after work, dinners and lunches had followed, three days ago he came for dinner and stayed for breakfast.
She made the best scrambled eggs in the world. That was not the only thing that he’d been learning about her, he knew her so well, so good...knew everything, she didn’t even have to tell him, he just got to know them by being with her. And he feared that she knew him as good as he knew her.
He had told her that he needed to think. Actually he had asked her to participate in this seminar in Los Angeles with him, he knew that it had must have felt like he’d been slapping her in the face with a brick when he had asked her to stay in Vegas so that he could think about them.
“I’m sorry Sara.”
She sighed, didn’t say anything for a long time, he knew that she was still there, he heard her breathing...
“I...Sara if you don’t want to talk then just say it.” He broke the silence.
“I would have to talk then.”
He grinned, the situation wasn’t funny at all but he grinned. “I just miss you, that’s why I called, I wanted to tell you that I miss you.”
“What do you miss exactly?” Her voice became lower.
“Everything.” He whispered.
“Oh then describe what you mean with everything.”
He knew what she wanted. He swallowed hard, he couldn’t do that could he? “Close your eyes.” He whispered. He just would do it.
“Are yours closed?” She asked, somehow challenging him.
“Yes.” He knew that she was smiling.
“So what to you miss?”
“The scent of your hair, the way it smells after coconut, vanilla or peach, depending on which shampoo you used.”
He could see it with closed eyes, he could see how her hand slowly slipped over her flat stomach, under her dark blue velour track suit pants down to the place where he wished his hands would be right then.
“I miss the way your breath tickles against my skin when you’re leaning close to me and whispering something into my ear.”
Her finger slowly started to massage her clit, her breathing got a little faster and harder, he knew that she was doing it and it let his blood rush rapidly to the place south his belt.
“I miss the feeling of your skin when my lips kiss it, when my lips slowly trace down your neck...”
“...oh I miss that too.” She sad softly.
A smile flashed over his lips.
“And I miss to feel your beard tickling my skin when you kiss me...” she whispered.
His hand clasped his meanwhile hardened cock. He slowly began to stroke it while he imagined how Sara’s finger moved faster over her clit.
She moaned into the phone, not loud, only softly, a soft moan that almost sent him over the edge...
God he wanted to feel her right now, he wanted to take her deep, deeper than ever before, he wanted to make passionate love to her until she was screaming from pleasure...he wanted to feel her walls hardening around his cock, wanted to feel the wetness, all the wetness that he caused.
She was breathing faster now, deeper and faster and so did he. He massaged his balls then began to stroke his cock again, faster than before, harder and rougher than before...
Now he moaned.
“God I want to feel you.” She sighed or was she moaning?
He imagined how she was inserting a finger into her slut, then two...and she moaned again what made his fantasy even more real.
He knew what she was doing, her thumb was massaging her clit while her index and ring finger were in her slut, pumping in and out, hard and without mercy.
His grip hardened around his cock while his hand moved faster, he squeezed it, rubbed it...
She groaned, she piped down after sucking in a deep breath “Oh god...” She groaned again. He knew that she was coming and it sent him over the edge, the pure imagination of Sara coming due to her own touch was enough. He groaned her name. Three times.
As her breathing calmed down she broke the silence that had only been disrupted by their heartbeats and breathing before. “You better come home really fast.”
A smile flashed over his lips. “I will, believe me Baby.”
“That’s good, because I really miss you.”
And he could see her smile. “I miss you too.”
“I know.” She whispered. “Sleep well...and you may call whenever you want to call.”
“I will.” He answered softly. “Sleep well.”
He hang up the phone. Sara hadn’t even asked him about his decision, she knew the answer, she knew him...but somehow he didn’t care anymore. She knew him, and? She knew him, where was the problem? If he could have telephone sex with her then he could tell her everything.
He smiled and drifted away into a deep sleep.
THE END