Madness

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine but belong to Anthony Zuiker, Alliance Atlantis and CBS.

A/N: Thanks to Wiccagirl for handing me my muze back, Unspoken for the ending and Miss Cam for the beta.

He is mad, so mad that I don't think he'll ever get over it. He grabs me by the wrist and pulls me through the hallway towards his Denali. I don't try to fight it, because I know I'll never win. He is strong, too strong for me. I'd have to use excessive violence and I would never. Not to him.

"What the hell did you do that for?" he bellows.

To be honest, I don't know why I did it. I kissed Greg, in the middle of the break room. And I knew that everyone could see us. Greg challenged me, told me I'd die an old maid and I half-joked I could get any man I wanted. Well... Almost any man. And then I kissed him. Just a fun little kiss, it didn't mean anything, I didn't feel anything. It was so not me. I never thought I would ever kiss anyone at work, especially Greg. Grissom had chosen that moment to barge in and he had been mad, so mad.

Somewhere deep inside I know this has been my goal. I wanted to make him jealous. I was tired of waiting around and I'd finally had enough. And here he is now, exactly the way I like him. Hot and angry and possessive and sexy.

He pushes me towards his car.

"Get in!"

It's the end of shift and the sun is rising. I have no idea where he's taking me, but I don't dare to ask him. A sense of pride overcomes me as I realise that he's mad because of me, and me alone. He'd never hurt me, never lay a hand on me. I got him this mad, I got him to get emotional.

After a couple of minutes I ask him where we are going and he shoots me an angry glare but doesn't say anything. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying to figure out our destination by taking in the route we're driving.

"Grissom?"

I receive a sideward glance.

"Would you please tell me where we're going?"

I am once again rewarded with silence. We reach the city borders and drive in the general direction of Lake Mead. Is he taking me to another DB? I would have known if another murder had been called in, wouldn't I?

"Open the glove compartment," he says sternly.

I bend forward and do as he requested. There's not much in there, a maintenance manual and a bag of mints.

"Take a mint."

I reach inside the bag, wondering if my breath is that bad and pop a mint in my mouth. As we drive onto a dirt road my curiosity gets the better of me.

"Why did you want me to take a mint?" I ask, my voice sounding a bit harsh.

"I don't want to taste Greg Sanders on you when I fuck you," he snaps, steering the car down a narrow path and slamming on the breaks the instant we are out of plain sight.

"WHAT?! GRISSOM!!!" I stare at him wide-eyed, shocked and trembling, mout agape, trying to register what he just said.

He presses both seatbelt buttons and pulls me into his lap, then he just sits and looks at me with a raised brow, asking my permission, giving me a way out. The moment I smile and nod he crashes his lips to mine.

I can't help but lose myself in the moment and I hear myself moaning softly. He is a very good kisser, softly tasting my lips now, but still being the one that sets the pace. I try to lean back, to catch my breath and just look at him, but he won't let me. His grip has tightened on me, his arms wrapped around my waist. This is not the way I ever imagined our first kiss to be, but I won't complain, not this time.

He moans my name against my lips and I realize he's not as much in control as he seems. He might be in control of me, but he's not nearly in control of himself. His kisses slow down and now he is just tasting me, softly, carefully, and there is only love.

I reach next to me and find the handle to open my car door and pull it. He lets go, looks embarrassed, thinks I want to flee, that he'd gone to far, but in my humble opinion, he hasn't gone far enough yet. I clumsily climb off his lap and out of the car, then grab his hand and pull him towards me for another kiss.

I'd have expected him to stop it at this point, but he doesn't. He just slams the cardoor shut and pins me up against it, exploring my mouth with his tongue once more. How I wish I could tell him I love him, but that would only break the spell and this can never end, shouldn't ever end. The car is cold against my back, his body is scorchingly hot and I am luke warm in the middle.

My fingers shakily struggle to get the buttons of his shirt open. Does he want this? He does nothing to stop me, but nothing to help me either. I pull back and smile at him, a blush covering my cheeks. "Would you help me out here?" He laughs, then quickly unbuttons his shirt and my eyes meet his lovely muscular naked torso. I hiss with anticipation and somehow my hands are on his chest before I even think about putting them there.

I feel him looking at me, but somehow I can't lift my eyes from this newly discovered territory and I just watch my hands slowly sliding over his abdomen, then up towards his nipples, eliciting a moan from the depth of him. I feel the air rumbling in his lungs and it suddenly hits me how close I am to him when I feel that same air brushing my face as he exhales. He kisses my temple and pulls me into a hug. "I need to do this," he whispers and I tremble when I feel him picking me up and a few seconds later setting me down on the hood of his SUV.

He looks me straight in the eye as he lifts my top over my head and throws it on the roof of the car, then taking off his loose shirt and throwing it in the same direction. He looks mildly shocked at the lack of a bra, but quickly recovers by pulling me close and kissing my breasts. His tongue slips and slides over the sensitive skin and I feel my nipples harden in his mouth. "Oh God," I moan.

"Gil will do, but thanks anyway."

I grin at him and pull him close for a kiss that he hungrily accepts. As soon as I loosen his belt he sheds his pants and makes mine follow, underwear being the only thing to separate us now. I should feel cold, but all I notice is the searing heat warming every inch of my body. He runs his large hands over my shoulders and I feel like he's taking in every detail, then he slowly lowers them past my breasts, resting at my hips, his thumbs stroking my belly button.

"You are so beautiful," he says and although I have never looked at myself as being just that, I can't help but believe him.

He studies me like I studied him just a few minutes ago and I kiss him again because I want to. His arms wrap around my body in a protective manner and he pulls me closer to his body while he gently strokes my back in rhythm with our kiss. And his hands glide lower and lower.

At first I don't even notice him taking off my panties, but when he softly nudges my butt as a sign for me to lift it I am suddenly aware of my nakedness. All I can do is return the favor, so I quickly grab the rim of his boxers and push them down, revealing something even I hadn't imagined.

I involuntarily lick my lips and he notices and grins and I love him for it. He leans into me, runs his hands through my hair and softly growls, "what are you waiting for? My permission?" I shiver when I touch him and I wonder if this is all a dream. Him and me outside and I don't even care, what's more, he doesn't seem to care either.

His cock feels soft yet strong in my hand and it twitches as I run the tips of my fingers over the head. He looks down at my hands working him and sighs and I just watch the lines on his face, the furrow of his brow while I let my heart take over my hands and just do what feels right. I lean over to him when my right hand cups his balls and I give him a soft kiss on the temple.

He looks at me, eyes moist, then slowly runs the back of his warm hands up my thighs while he closes his eyes. I solely concentrate on the things I feel, the emotions, just now, just this moment, just the touch of his fingers when he... Oh God... when he pushes them inside me.

"Ahh, so good," I moan, and he pushes further.

I squeeze his hard cock and he gasps at my rough touch but I can't help it, he feels so good inside me that I must struggle not to clench every muscle in my body. "You like this, huh?" he growls hoarsely. "That's what you get for kissing other men. You want to get me angry, you get me angry!"

He pulls his fingers out in one swift motion and I immediately miss him. He looks at me with dark eyes and I try to pull him towards me and kiss him, but he pushes back. I let go of him and I open my mouth to speak, but no words will come out and I'm just left with my mouth agape and tears in my eyes.

Suddenly he spreads my legs and dips his head in between them, tasting the slick wetness between my folds. I can't help but cry out his name and throwing my head back while shaking violently. And then he's back up. "See what I can do to you?" he says, hint of anger in his voice. He grabs my right hand and puts it back on his pulsing flesh. "Feel what you do to me?"

I nod silently and I just look at him, the stubbornness in his eyes.

He steps closer. "Guide me," he commands as he pulls my lower body towards his. I do as he tells me and lead the head of his cock towards my cleft. We both hiss as he finds his way in and glides deep within my slick depth. We don't speak, just stare, eyes locked as he starts to pound inside me. He is still angry and I know it, and even though he maybe has no right to be mad, because I'm nothing of him, I understand and I am glad.

I wrap my legs around his waist to get him harder and deeper, but it's not deep enough for my likings and I know he feels the same when he pulls out of me. He looks me in the eye, cocks his head and I know what he is thinking. I glide off of the hood of the car, turn around and lean over it. He stands behind me and kisses my shoulder blades as I guide him once again to my opening.

This time he gets much deeper inside me and I moan with every pounce. So deep that it hurts, but God do I love this pain. I even feel him grow a little bit harder inside me and for a second I worry how much longer I can keep going like this, how much more I can take.

"That's what you get for making me mad."

I nod and tears run down my cheeks, of joy, of pain, of sheer emotion that he's here with me fucking me as hard as he can. His hands are on my hips and he pulls me towards him every time he pushes inside me, trying to get in deeper and deeper.

My one hand glides between my legs. I need a release of all of this tension and I want to come while he fucks me, I want to feel him inside me while my muscles clench around him, I want to come as hard as I can. He grabs my wrist and puts it back on the hood, replacing my hand with his own.

"You wanna come honey? I'll make you come."

He rubs his fingers over my nub fast and I wonder how he knows that that is the way I like it. I tremble as I inhale and I know I'm close.

"Gil... I... I'm gonna... Oh God!"

I feel his hot breath in my ear, "Good girl."

My head turns towards him as I come and he kisses me hard on my mouth, making the experience that much better. His juices flow inside me as he comes with me and he puts his arms around me while slowly decreasing his pace.

"Rock me?" I plead, and he does. "I love you," he whispers.

"I love you, too."

"Don't ever do that to me again."

"I won't."

He's still a bit hard when he pulls out of me a few minutes later and when I turn around he smiles at me and kisses me softly.

"It's getting a bit cold, shall I get our clothes?"

I nod and I watch him as he grabs our pants and shirts and walks up to me again.

We dress in silence, while casting occasional glances towards each other.

I'm tying my laces when he softly taps me on my shoulder and points towards the east, where the sun is rising.

"Wow," I whisper, "Have you ever seen anything that beautiful?"

He puts an arm around me and looks at me. "Yes."

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