Envy
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,957
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Envy
Envy
Disclaimer: No one on CSI, Or any CSI ideas are mine. The things I would do to Grissom...
Normally, he’s smiling and warm; full of philosophical comments and quotes and jokes that only she would laugh at. When they’re like this though, naked and writhing and sweating, he’s unemotional, unattached, uncaring. She’ll never have him any other way. He fills her, fits her like a glove. It should be perfect, but its not.
Warmth radiates from his body but his touch is like ice, stinging her like the cold air stings moist lips in wintertime. She calls his name out…Gil…but all he can do is grunt in reply. Animalistic, feral growls escape him. It only convinces her more and more that evolution was definitely the basis of human development.
He never does say her name. It doesn’t matter that his tongue is in her mouth, or that he thrusts into her with all the force he can muster. He gets close, whispering “Sss…” but it goes as quickly as it comes. She wants to pretend that really his brain is so clouded with their love making that he can’t form a coherent phrase. She knows better. They have never made love. He doesn’t love her and he doesn’t pretend to.
Their eyes never meet and his are always closed. He’s ashamed of what he’s doing. Using her for human touch, just to know he can still feel something for another person. Its wrong and he hates himself. God knows he should stop, cut it off completely.
He won’t, if only for one thing. One person. Maybe not even then.
Pulling his head up he flicks his tongue across her collarbone and then bites down hard on her shoulder. She groans and grips the pale yellow sheets beneath her as his mouth closes on her breast and he worries it between his teeth. The linen is stained with his semen in various places despite the numerous times they’ve been washed.
Only someone like her would be happy that they stayed coated with his essence after every wash. It is funny how it always makes her happy to find semen; whether it is at work or in her own bed.
As his mouth steals down her body she knows that her breasts aren’t the size of his liking, her hair the wrong color. Her voice is too soft and her legs aren’t the right length. He pretends that she is what he wants but he doesn’t fool her. She is, after all, a criminal investigator under his supervision.
He’s happy to have her on his team. He’s happy to have someone with her wit and skill. He’s happy to have her in his life and between the sheets, but she knows he’d be happier if she were someone else.
She knows but she can’t stand to confront him because if she were to do so, this might all end. And she realizes that she hates Sara Sidle. Envies her and wants her gone from the lab. For the first time in her life, Sofia Curtis understands the drive behind the jealous murderers and murderesses in the Nevada state penitentiary.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little drabble! R/R
Disclaimer: No one on CSI, Or any CSI ideas are mine. The things I would do to Grissom...
Normally, he’s smiling and warm; full of philosophical comments and quotes and jokes that only she would laugh at. When they’re like this though, naked and writhing and sweating, he’s unemotional, unattached, uncaring. She’ll never have him any other way. He fills her, fits her like a glove. It should be perfect, but its not.
Warmth radiates from his body but his touch is like ice, stinging her like the cold air stings moist lips in wintertime. She calls his name out…Gil…but all he can do is grunt in reply. Animalistic, feral growls escape him. It only convinces her more and more that evolution was definitely the basis of human development.
He never does say her name. It doesn’t matter that his tongue is in her mouth, or that he thrusts into her with all the force he can muster. He gets close, whispering “Sss…” but it goes as quickly as it comes. She wants to pretend that really his brain is so clouded with their love making that he can’t form a coherent phrase. She knows better. They have never made love. He doesn’t love her and he doesn’t pretend to.
Their eyes never meet and his are always closed. He’s ashamed of what he’s doing. Using her for human touch, just to know he can still feel something for another person. Its wrong and he hates himself. God knows he should stop, cut it off completely.
He won’t, if only for one thing. One person. Maybe not even then.
Pulling his head up he flicks his tongue across her collarbone and then bites down hard on her shoulder. She groans and grips the pale yellow sheets beneath her as his mouth closes on her breast and he worries it between his teeth. The linen is stained with his semen in various places despite the numerous times they’ve been washed.
Only someone like her would be happy that they stayed coated with his essence after every wash. It is funny how it always makes her happy to find semen; whether it is at work or in her own bed.
As his mouth steals down her body she knows that her breasts aren’t the size of his liking, her hair the wrong color. Her voice is too soft and her legs aren’t the right length. He pretends that she is what he wants but he doesn’t fool her. She is, after all, a criminal investigator under his supervision.
He’s happy to have her on his team. He’s happy to have someone with her wit and skill. He’s happy to have her in his life and between the sheets, but she knows he’d be happier if she were someone else.
She knows but she can’t stand to confront him because if she were to do so, this might all end. And she realizes that she hates Sara Sidle. Envies her and wants her gone from the lab. For the first time in her life, Sofia Curtis understands the drive behind the jealous murderers and murderesses in the Nevada state penitentiary.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little drabble! R/R