Boy Bands and Hickeys

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Boy Bands and Hickeys
By Sassy

Sara sat at her computer and logged on to AOL. Catherine was on and before she could instant message her first, she popped up.


KitKat: Hey, Baby!
Baby: Hey, Kat
KitKat: Shift was horrible last night.
Baby: You said it!
KitKat: Still need with that little thing tonight?
Baby: Yes, you’ve been a godsend! I would have never had the courage to do that without your wonderful tips. Are you sure Rick doesn’t mind?
KitKat: Well, he is a man, so he does mind, but he knows its all for you, girl.
Baby: Thank you! See you at around 6:30 then?
KitKat: I’ll be there with bells on.
Baby: LOL Get some sleep!
KitKat: I do sleep. It’s you that needs to sleep. Night, Baby!

With that, Sara turned off her AOL Messenger. She hoped this plan didn’t blow in her face. Catherine was really going out on a limb for her. But as she had said, “Can’t let them low down dirty dogs get away with making a fool out of us.” Sara smiled. She yawned, and went and climbed in bed. A few hours of sleep was better than no sleep. She was soon asleep.


Next Night

Brass and Grissom walked into Neon Lights, a small strip club on the outskirts of Vegas. They were there to talk to a witness, in a case they were working that night. The witness was named Hank Pettigrew. His wife had informed them that he was at his brother’s bachelor party.

The club manager pointed to a small room off the back of the club. “Look alive, gentlemen. We got two sexy girls back there showing the lucky man a good time.” He said before returning his attention back to the bar.

Grissom looked and Brass and shrugged. “Why not get a free show while we are here?”

“I love the way you mind works.” Brass grinned as they headed toward the door.

Grissom’s bright smile, was replaced with a grimace as he recognized Catherine stripping for the room full of men. “What is she doing?” Grissom growled under his breath as he moved slowly toward the stage.

Just then a brunette turned so that she was facing the crowd. She lifted a long, thin leg up and wrapped it around the pole. He was mesmerized by the legs and slowly his eyes worked her up her body. He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes locked on her face. SARA. His Sara was half naked and stripping for a bachelor party. Pettigrew! Surely not Hank! She wouldn’t, she couldn’t!

But she was. She stepped from the stage and walked directly in front of Hank. She began removing her red lace bra.

Grissom turned red with anger. Why could she be doing this? Hadn’t he hurt her? He pulled his shirt from his waistband and over his head. He walked to where she stood.

“That’s enough!” He growled as he wrapped his shirt around her nearly naked body.

The music stopped as he picked her up over his head and left the club with her.

Catherine caught Brass’s eye and said, “Never pictured Gil as the cave man type.”

Sara had been to stunned to do anything while in the club. She now struggled in his arms. “PUT ME DOWN! NOW!” She said before her feet hit the ground.

“What do you think you are doing?” She slung his shirt at him and pinned him against his Tahoe. Her face merely inches from his. Anger flashed in her eyes. Need flashed in his.

“No ONE looks at you that way but me!” He said, as his fingers touched the bare skin of her stomach.

Her lips crashed down upon his. Her tongue snaked into his mouth as his hands moved to her hair. He was returning the kiss, adding to it in fact.

She moaned against his mouth. He pushed her back slightly. “Sara, put this on.” He handed her his shirt again.

“Why, Grissom, you scared of me?” Sara teased, as she fingered the shirt.

“No. I’m scared of what I’ll do if these men don’t stop looking at me girl.” He said as his lips found hers again.

His Girl? Sara smiled as she slipped on his shirt. “You sure?”

“Yes.” He opened the Tahoe door for her.

“No more games?” Sara asked before sliding in.

“No more games.” His hand slid up her inner thigh. He caressed her center through her skimpy thong.

She moaned and arched into his hand. “Take me home.”

At first, he looked upset, but one look into her eyes and he knew that she hadn’t meant to be left alone.

Their first time together was anything but slow. It was lustful and quick. They didn’t even make it to her bedroom. They made it to the couch. He had her clothes off of her and himself in record time. He had her legs parted and was between them before she could change her mind. Not that she was going too. She had waited to long to get him, she was going to have her way with him. He plunged into her. Thrusting harder and deeper with each new sensation of feeling her under him. He gripped the back of the couch as he pounded into her. “Never want another man to look at you the way that piece of trash was looking at you tonight.” He growled into her ear.

“I never want another man but you to look at me, touch me, fuck me. Don’t stop.” She panted.

He didn’t and he brought her to climax soon after which in turn brought on his own. They lay on her couch a tangled mass of limbs, unable to move for hours.

NEXT NIGHT MIDSHIFT

Greg had his black suede Nike’s propped up on the break room table while he jammed out to his Discman. He was drinking a grape Slurpee and eating handfuls of Honey Bunches or Oats straight from the box.

Sara walked in a thumped him on the head. “Get your hands out of my cereal, Gregory!”

He jumped a mile in the air. “Damn it, Sara. How many times have I told you not to sneak up on my while I’m jamming to ICP?”

“ICP?” Sara asked confused.

“Insane Clown Posse.” Greg said mortified. “You really need to listen to good music.”

“I do listen to good music.” Just that morning Grissom had given her a disk of love songs he’d picked just for her. She smiled as she remembered listening to them on the way to work. The first one had surprised her. It was Travis Tritt’s Can I Trust You With My Heart. She smiled at the memory. Then had come Maybe by Dana Glover. He had known how much she liked her. Toby Keith had surprised her. She smiled as she heard the lyrics to You Should Kiss Me Like This play in her head again.

“Earth to Sara!” Greg was shouting at her. She had been standing there with a goofy expression on her face.

She shook her head slightly. “Sorry.” She filled two mugs of coffee and walked from the room. She headed to Grissom’s office.

He looked up as she entered. He took the cup from her, letting his fingers linger on hers for a bit. They had promised each other nothing could happen at work. It was hard, but they were making do.

“So, Griss, I listened to that CD on the way in this morning.” Sara said as she say in the chair in front of his desk.

He just smiled. “Did you like it?”

“We need to talk.” Sara was amused that Grissom had several songs from 98 Degrees and the Backstreet Boys. The first had been 98 Degrees singing Heavens Missing An Angel, then had come I Do (Cherish You), My Everything followed shortly after, Never Let Go wrapped up the 98 Degrees songs. Then Nsync began to play on with God Must Have Spent a Little More Time on You. Backstreet Boys started with I’ll Never Break Your Heart and ended with Incomplete. The last song on the disc made her laugh and cry together. It was Alabama and Jan Arden singing Will You Marry Me.

She decided to deal with that one at home. “So, Grissom, what is this love you have of boy bands? 98 Degrees, Backstreet Boys, Nsync. I was a little shocked that you even knew them.” She was smiling from ear to ear.

He groaned inwardly. He’d known that he’d never hear the end of it when he’d chosen those songs for her. “They say it all, Sara.”

She smiled at him then. A wicked grin. “But Grissom, I expected something a little more traditional.”

“Nothing about us is traditional, why should my song choices be? Now, if you will kindly get back to work before you boss has to punish you.” He grinned at her.

“What type of punishment?” She replied low and sexy.

He looked up at her then. He saw the lust in her eyes. “Shut the door.”

She looked at him startled. She placed her mug on the desk edge and shut the door. He was behind her then. He pinned her to the door as he began caressing her through her jeans. “I’ll think of something.”

She had no doubt in that . He turned her so that she was facing him then. He unzipped her jeans and slid them down. His hand went to her center. His finger circled her nub, before gently caressing it. His ministrations became more urgent as he slid two fingers inside her. He worked them in and out feverishly. Her walls clamped down on his fingers as she climaxed. He slowed them then.

“You.” She whispered out of breath. She was holding on to his shoulders to keep from falling. “I need you.”

He undid his pants and slid into her. Wrapping one leg around his waist, and the other still on the floor, she began to move with him. He was panting in her ear now. “I love it when you are bad, Sara.” He began thrusting in and out of her faster. She could only wrap her other leg around his waist and let him take her over the edge again and again. He thrust into her one final time as he exploded deep inside her.

Once she had caught her breath, she replied, “Guess I’d better get back to work. Wouldn’t want the boss catching me doing the nasty on company time.” She pulled up her jeans and slipped on her shoes, and left him mouth agape. She’d tricked him into breaking the rule he swore he’d never break. He’d get her back later. He just had to think of a way.

LATER THAT SAME NIGHT

Grissom was drinking a Cherry Pepsi at his desk when Nick walked in. “Griss, can I ask you a favor?”

“Anything, Nick.” Grissom said as he reached for an Oreo. He offered Nick the bag of cookies.

“No thanks. I don’t like them. I’m a Chips Ahoy fan myself.” He replied as he sat down.

“Me too, but this is all we had at home this morning.” Grissom replied not even noticing that he’d slipped the ‘we’ part.

Nick let it slide for now. “I was just wondering if I could have next week off. I know it is last minute and I truly apologize, but my parents want me to come home for my sister’s wedding.”

“Nick, I am glad you asked for time off. I’ve been worried about you. You can have the week. I’m sure Sara or someone will fill in for you. How are you these days, Nicky?” Grissom said as he removed his glasses to look Nick over. He was beginning to look like his old self again.

“I’m fine, Griss. I don’t take things for granted the way I once did. It’s good to be alive. I’m finally dating someone that I think I can spend the rest of my life with.” Nick smiled at the thought of Judy.

“Really? No more playing the field?” Grissom asked as he thought of Sara and himself.

“Nope. I want to do right by her. I’m actually going to take her to my sister’s wedding. That is if Ecklie will give her the week off.” Nick’s voice became agitated at the mention of the assistant lab director.

“She works here. Who is it?” Grissom asked knowing that it was none of his business.

“Judy.” Nick replied softly, his eyes lighting up.

“I’m happy for you, Nick. I’ll talk to Conrad if you want me to.” He said as Nick stood.

“No need for it, but thanks, Grissom. Guess I’d better get back to the layout room before Catherine sends a search party. She’s become a mother hen.” Nick smiled as he headed for the door. “Oh, Grissom, who is we?” He left before getting an answer.

Grissom was left standing with his mind in a whirl. Had I let something slip? Sara will surely kill me!

He didn’t have time to think about that anymore because at that moment his pager started beeping. He read the display. 419 Brass. He unclipped his phone and hit speed dial 3, “Brass, it’s Grissom. Where we headed?”

“There’s been some kind of dispute at Bingo night at the Pyramid. Some one claims they got a Bingo and someone else was apparently one away and pulled a gun and shot him where he stood. I’m thinking he’s a little of his rocker.” Brass replied with disdain.

“I’ll grab someone and be right there.” Grissom shrugged. When will people learn that it’s only a game?


SARA’S BIRTHDAY

“Happy Birthday, Sara.” Grissom replied the minute her eyes opened. He kissed her before she could reply. Her hands went to his hair, as she kissed him back hard.

He rolled on top of her naked body and began kissing and teasing her.

“What better way to start out one’s birthday.” Sara said as his tongue dipped into her center. She moaned loudly. His hands cupped her buttocks as he lifted her hips from the bed. His tongue dipped lower into her. Her hands tangled in his hair. He brought her to orgasm. He kissed his way up to her mouth.

“This day is all about you.” He said as he cupped her face with his hands and kissed her slowly. “What do you want to do today, Sara?”

“Make love to you all day.” Sara said as her hand slid down his body to his hardened member. “I see I have no objections.”

Her hand slid up and down his member as he arched into her. “I can think of something that will feel better than you hand, Sara.”

She pushed him onto his back and kissed her way down his body. He sat up on his elbows as she reached his erection. “Sara, I told you that today was all about you.” He reached and pulled her up to him. He kissed her and rolled her onto her back.

He parted her legs with his hands and lay his body gently between them. “I love you, Sara.”

“I love you too.” She said, as he sank into her center with one swift, gently thrust. He began moving slowly in and out of her. Watching her face change from pure lust to love, he lay his body gently on hers and his arms went under her shoulders to hold her close to him. He made love to her long and gentle. He brought her to climax. He rolled from her and pulled her to lay on his chest.

“What about you?” She whispered.

“Like I said, Sara, today is your day.” He said as he kissed her mouth. “I’m not delighting in any pleasure without you.”

“Since today is my day, Grissom, can I ask you something?” Sara said as she traced his navel with her finger.

“Anything, Sweetness.” He said as he enjoyed the warmth of her body next to his.

“Would you wear something for me if I asked you to?” Sara looked up at him then.

“I would.” He said, hoping he wasn’t digging his hole to deep.

She stood and padded barefoot to a drawer that Grissom had cleaned out for her. She returned to the bed with a small box. “This.” She placed the box in his hands and smiled.

“Preferred Stock.” He said as he opened the box and pulled out the bottle. He dabbed some on. “I thought you were going to have me wear some type of get-up.”

Sara shuddered as she remembered the case of the clown that her and Catherine ha worked. “No. The only thing that turns me on is you being you.”

He smiled as he pulled her back onto the bed with him. “What do you want to eat before shift? I’m taking you out to dinner.”

“Italian.” She said as she smelled the cologne on him. “I think this suits you.”

“As long as you like it.” He said. “Toni’s okay with you?”

“I’ve never been.” Sara said as she flicked her tongue out to lick his nipple, which caused him to moan.

“Toni’s has only the best ravioli in town. I’m sure you’ll love it.” He said as his mouth found hers. They enjoyed a few more hours in bed together before going to dinner.

Dinner was lovely, and she had agreed with him about the Ravioli. They stopped back at home to change before going to work in separate vehicles.

About midshift everyone was gathered around the bulletin board in the break room when Sara walked in. “What’s up, gang?”

“Romeo left Juliet a note. We are trying to figure out who Romeo is.” Greg said as he made room for Sara near the board.

Sara nosed her way in and read the letter aloud.

“Dear Juliet, Since I’ve been with you, my life has become heaven. I’ve never enjoyed waking up more with someone next to me. Holding me, Loving me. I hope that I’ve made your life just as wonderful. I love you, Romeo.” Sara finished with a smile. She thought she knew who Romeo was ,but she would keep that a secret.

Grissom chose that moment to walk in. “I guess no one has any work to do.” He smiled.

“We do. Just taking a break, boss. So chill.” Greg stated as he sat down with a huff.

“What is so intriguing on that board? Ecklie have a baby picture posted up there?” Grissom said as he made his way over.

“Nope! Someone left a love note on there.” Nick replied before heading out of the break room.

Grissom caught Sara’s eye and winked. She smiled back. Catherine walked to Grissom and moved his head so that she had a better view of his neck.

“Is that a hickey, Gil? And cologne?”

“Catherine, I believe we’ve been here before.” Grissom said as he walked toward the door. He had taken a shower the cologne just wouldn‘t wash off.

“It is. Oh my God! Grissom got lucky! No wonder you are in such a good mood.” Catherine smiled at him.

“Griss, you know what they say about love bites.” Greg said as he winked at Catherine.

“I would love to hear this.” Sara said as she joined in.
“Greg, I believe that is enough. NOW, drop it.” Grissom said as he marched in a huff from the room. He hadn’t expected Sara to join in considering she made them herself.

Sara burst out laughing as she watched him slink back to his office. “Wonder why he’s so up tight about it?”

Catherine smiled at Sara. “I think I figured out who Romeo and Juliet are.”

“Who?” Greg sat upright then.

“Nope, got to collect more evidence first.” Catherine said as she gathered her things and left to find Warrick.

THE DAY AFTER SARA’S BIRTHDAY

Grissom had Sara on her back kissing her passionately on the couch. He was hard, and ready to move this to the bedroom. He decided to see if he could get her a little worked up before he moved her to the bed. “I’m thinking about cutting my hair off like Nick’s and shaving the beard, Sara. What would you think about that?”

“I’d never sleep with you again.” She stated firmly.

“Hair isn’t what makes a man, Sara.” He argued. He was getting somewhere.

“NO? Well, if you do it, no more nookie for you, Gilbert Ezekiel Grissom.” She said as she tried to free herself. She kicked her leg to get him to let her up. She accidentally kicked him in the groin.

His face turned white. “Sara.” He squeaked.

“Grissom, I’m so sorry.” She helped him sit down and ran for ice. “I didn’t mean too.”

Once he was straightened up, he replied, “I am never joking around with you again when all I want to do is fuck you silly.” He kissed her. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. “I don’t you cutting you hair or shaving off your scruff, Gil. I love it.”

“I won’t, Sara. I promise.” He said as he kissed her mouth again. He wasn’t hurt at all. He just wanted to take her to bed. “So you want to go to bed now?”

“Grissom, you have a one track mind.” She sat as she playfully swatted him on the arm. “But yes, take me to bed and fuck me silly.”

He stood and picked her up. He carried her to the bed. He bounced her on the middle and began removing his clothes. “It would be easier to ravage you if you’d take of those clothes.”

She loved it when he was demanding. She quickly removed them, and lay back naked on the bed waiting for him.

He shook his head this time. “You owe me, Sara. So giddy up!” He smiled and waggled his eyebrows at her.

She smiled shyly. “Lay down, cowboy.” He did and she straddled him. She slid onto his erection, and began moving up and down. He tried to pull her down for a kiss but she refused. She rode him hard. Made him scream her name while climaxing.

“Sara, that was so mean.” He panted into her ear when she finally bent down to kiss him.

“It was worth it though. Right?” She smiled at him.

His response was to growl and roll her so that he was on top of her. “Now, I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine.”

She smiled sweetly, and replied, “Damn, I‘m all soaked.”

THE END!