Elements

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me!! Only the storyline :). If I could only sell it to CBS…

A/N: This is my first stab at smut...please be kind!
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It started as an innocent trip to Sara’s apartment. She had accidentally grabbed his kit on the way out of the lab that morning. He was stopping by to make the swap.

Sara invited him in for a cup of coffee. God only knows why he accepted, even though he really didn’t need any caffeine. Grissom stood next to the kitchen counter as she poured the coffee, milling over the topic of the latest Forensics Today article.

Sara handed him a cup of steaming hot coffee and their hands brushed. Grissom took Sara’s hand in his, noting how incredibly soft they were. He brought his hand up to brush a stray piece of hair from her face and somehow they ended up here…

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She slams him against the wall, her strength surprising the hell out of him. He realizes he shouldn't be surprised, because Sara always manages to shock him somehow. Her lips, pink and thin and so delicious, press themselves against his hungrily. He practically snarls as her tongue slides into his mouth, not asking but demanding entrance.

How could he have possibly waited so long? He waited so long for this! Sara's fingers comb through his salt and pepper curls and Grissom shivers. Suddenly, she pulls back, realizing the intensity of the situation. Realizing she was practically raping him.

Sara peers into Grissom's eyes. Normally, they are a beautiful vibrant blue and now they are as gray as storm clouds on the horizon, threatening to open up onto the sea. She notes his dilated pupils. Her eyes are drawn to his throat, where she watches his pulse pound. Sara opens her mouth, ready to spout out an apology.

Before a single word can escape her swollen lips, Grissom attacks her fiercely. His arms encase her and his lips dive down, melting against hers. A fire lights inside of Sara and she has the feeling she is being reborn. She returns his fierce kisses with a fervor matched only by Grissom's drive to solve a case.

His fingers work across her back, run down to her hips and then come back up underneath her shirt. Grissom pulls away from her mouth and stares at her. He says nothing and doesn't hasten to peel her clothing off. He wants to feel her. He wants to know the softness of her skin, the color, the taste. He wants to know every contour of her body, every freckle, every imperfection.

Slowly, agonizingly for Sara, he lifts her shirt up, his fingers tracing lightly along her skin as he inches it higher and higher. He looks down at her navel. She has an inny and Grissom wants to know what it tastes like. He stops himself before he brings his mouth to her stomach - there will be time for that soon enough.

Finally, he pulls her beige tank over her head and lets it drop to the ground. She's braless and Grissom's eyes widen at the sight of her bare skin. He notes the pink color of her nipples and the areola surrounding them. They're hard, whether it be from arousal or the chill in the room, Grissom doesn't know. He's not chilled, that is for certain. His entire body is on fire. He burns from head to toe.

Sara is slightly embarrassed by Grissom's scrutiny. She watches as his eyes sweep over her midsection, breasts, neck and her face. Their eyes connect and Sara wills him to continue by giving him a small reassuring smile.

Grissom reaches down, fingering the small silver button holding her pants together. He slips it through the hole slowly. Grissom brings his hand out and traces Sara's jaw line. He plants feather light kisses on her cheek. His mouth moves to her lips and he gives her the tenderest kiss yet. Sara moans in approval and Grissom's arousal reaches a new peek.

He slides the zipper down and works off her denim jeans. Sara steps out of them and takes a step back from Grissom. He looks her over. She has long, curvaceous legs and Grissom has a vision of them wrapped around his waist. He moistens his lips and approaches Sara swiftly.

She laughs as he scoops her into his arms, carrying her across her hardwood apartment floor and in the direction of her bedroom. Sara points with her toe to which door he wants and Grissom bumps it open with his hip.

He carries her to the unmade bed and lays her body against the linen. Her sheets, comforter and pillow are white with blue and purple butterflies darting across them. Grissom smiles at the linen set, and then at Sara, and lays himself down beside her.

The cool feel of the sheets coupled with Grissom's gaze give Sara goose bumps. She reaches for his head and pulls his mouth to hers. Sara revels in the feel of his scruffy beard and his soft lips against her. The contrast is perfect and she finds symbolism in it. Grissom leans over her, his tongue slipping between her lips, running along her teeth, her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Sara attacks his tongue with hers and the wrestle for a while as Grissom runs his fingers through Sara's short, espresso colored hair.

He moves down her body, his mouth latching onto her collarbone and sucking lightly. He licks a trail from her shoulder to the base of her throat and rakes his teeth across the valley between her breasts. She groans in delight and Grissom smiles against her heated skin. He takes her right breast in his mouth and lightly worries her nipple in between his teeth. Sara arches up to him, reveling in the sensations assaulting her.

Grissom kisses a light trail down her abdomen, stopping to dip his tongue into her belly button just as he promised himself he would. Sara laughs at the tickling sensation of his beard raking across her belly and the feel of his tongue playing with her navel.

Grissom's fingers hook the sides of her cotton underwear. He takes in the scent of her, the sight of her. He can smell her arousal and he can see by the damp coating on her panties that she's ready for him.

His erection is straining against his jeans and he wants so badly to slide into her. He stops himself, knowing that the most pleasure will come from her pleasure.

Grissom slides her underwear down and Sara kicks them off. She lifts her head to look down at her lover. His eyes are on fire and the meet hers as he lowers his mouth to her. Sara cries out as Grissom's tongue touches her clit. He sweeps it across her briefly and then takes it away.

"God, Grissom...please..." she pants. Her eyes are half-lidded.

"Is this what you want, Sara?"

"Griss...please...Gil...”

Grissom's arousal intensifies tenfold at the sound of Sara calling him by his Christian name. He slips a finger into her moist folds and strokes her. The entomologist lowers his mouth and assaults her clit with his tongue. Sara cries out sharply as he swirls his tongue around on her bundle of nerves. He strokes her with his index finger and then slowly slips it into her. Sara's breath comes in short spurts. Sweat beads at her brow. Her nostrils flare as her eyes catch Grissom's. The look of intensity in her eyes mirror's his and he adds a second finger and pumps into her, all the while massaging her with his mouth.

Sara bucks her hips to meet his thrusts. Her heart is pounding and she can hear a roaring in her ears as she cries out, "Grissom...oh god...Gil, I'm gonna...!"

And soon she's coming, her orgasm hitting her like a brick wall. Sara's eyes never leave Grissom's as she rides out her greatest pleasure yet. She feels like her euphoria will never end. As she comes down from her high Grissom continues to pump his fingers into her, riding it out with her.

Sara relaxes her body against the sheets; a sheen of sweat making her skin glisten. The tremors subside and still she's panting like she ran a 40 mile marathon.

Grissom crawls up her body and captures her lips with his own, giving her a breath-taking kiss. He wraps his arms around her, holding her as she continues to come down from her high.

Sara rolls Grissom over onto his back, knowing he must be nearly decrepit with his own need of release. She straddles him and brings her mouth down to his. She kisses him with a fierce intensity and then pulls away. Her fingers work at the buttons of his shirt. She quickly peels it off of him. Sara's eyes rake over his form. For a man nearly fifty, he is in awesome shape. Certainly he is no Brad Pitt, but Sara can just make out the definition of his biceps, his pectoral muscles and even his abs. He has a light dusting of dark hair across his chest, which she supposes hasn't caught up with the hair on his head.

Sara brings her mouth down upon his throat and kisses him. She kisses across his shoulders, down his chest and across his abdomen. Sara's teeth graze lightly over his nipples and Grissom groans in response.

Working quickly, she undoes his pants and works them down his legs. Sara tosses them into a corner and starts to work on removing his boxers. His cock juts out at her. She takes him by the base, working her right hand slowly up the shaft. Her thumb grazes over her head, smearing pre cum down to the base. Grissom's breathing intensifies and he pushes into her hand.

Sara raises herself up and slowly slides down onto him. He fits her well. He isn't as long as some but is very thick.

Grissom moans in ecstasy as she begins to slide up and down on him. Grissom pumps into her hard. They meet with every thrust and Grissom quickens the pace, slamming into her cervix at such a rate he might impale himself on her.

He does his best to hold back, knowing that any minute now he'll lose it if he lets himself. Sara drives into him fiercely. "Gil...I'm...gonna...oh...cum!!"

He thrusts as hard as he can; holding back just slightly and hoping against hope she'll finish before him. Her feels her walls tighten around him, gripping him harder than ever before. Suddenly, Sara cries out and loses herself in the pleasure. Grissom feels his balls tighten as his cums inside of her, their juices mixing together. He groans loudly as his seed spills into her, coating her inner walls.

As they come down from their high, Sara slides off of him slowly. She lies down next to him, panting like a dog in the hot sun. Grissom wraps his arms around her and brings his lips to hers, seeking a kiss. They melt together in a tender kiss, saying more than they could ever convey through the English language.

She curls up to him, her body pressed to his. She rests her head on his damp chest, listening to the sound of his breathing. As they lie there, his breath becomes more relaxed and soon he is fast asleep. Sara dozes off knowing that she has finally come home to the place where she belongs.

She is thankful for elements. The periodic table was a blessing. The many different ingredients in her Aunt Loren’s vegetable lasagna were fabulous. Right now, however, the three elements that Sara Sidle is grateful for are a crime scene kit, a cup of coffee, and a stray strand of hair.

Fin.

A/N: Hope to see a review from you wonderful readers!