Breaking Barriers

Breaking Barriers
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of their characters. I just love hot GSR PWP's and other great fics!
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Grissom couldn't find any room in his refrigerator. It was amazing how you could fit every last leftover in a refrigerator but one at the holidays. So far he had managed to cram a turkey and ham platter, half a pumpkin pie, a large bowl of mashed potatoes, three cobs of corn, a tub of fruit salad, and a dish of vegetable lasagna onto the shelves along with all the other fridge regularities. The only thing left sitting on the counter top was a large tub of broccoli and cauliflower with cheese. Thankfully, Christmas cookies were one food item that didn't need to be kept at a cool temperature.

All in all, it had turned out to be a great early Christmas dinner. He was joined at the table by his closest work associates and, yes, friends. Catherine, Nick, Warrick, Sara, Brass, Doc Robbins and Greg had piled into his town house for a night of gift giving and feasting. The list had also included both Warrick and the Doc's wives.

Grissom had noticed Sara the instant she walked into the door. Her perfume tickled his nose as she breezed in, the winter wind blowing a chill in with her. She was wearing a velvet black dress that ended just above her knees. It hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was swept up, little flyaway curls dangling around her ears. Grissom's favorite part was the way her dress showed her never-ending legs.

"Okay!" Catherine called. "Gift time!" She was a little giddy, intoxicated by holiday cheer and Screwdrivers.

They gathered around the tree, Catherine being the designated 'gift giver'. "Gil, this is for you...And Greg...Here you go, Sara. This is mine." She smiled slightly, seeing that the to/from label had 'Warrick' scribbled across it underneath her name.

They had all set about their tasks of opening their assorted wrapped goodies and bagged gifts. Greg had torn into his presents, taking little care in keeping his area neat, tossing tissue and wrapping paper in all directions. He was a little less vigorous after a ball of paper had hit Sara in the forehead, warranting him a punch in the arm.

Grissom had to say that he was pleased with how well his colleagues knew him. Greg had given both he and Sara a small bag of his special blend coffee. From Catherine, he had received an entomology textbook. Warrick and Nick had both chipped in to give him a brand new mini fridge for his office (his had just quit working) to keep his various experiments in. Doc Robbins had managed to get him a bag of chocolate covered grasshoppers, which had gained a collective shudder and strange looks from the attending wives. Brass bought him a subscription to Modern Forensics.

The most amazing gift, however, had come from Sara. The package she presented him with was hard, and Grissom was very curious as to what it contained. When he had gently peeled the wrapping from the item, his breath caught in his throat. Grissom didn't have to read the label to know what it was. He looked up to Sara's face. Her expression had gone from slightly smiling to surprise rather quickly. He supposed she must have been reacting to the size of his eyes and the look on his face.

"Sara...Where did you get this?" He gestured towards the wooden frame in his hand. His surprise was justified, for the frame contained an Ornithoptera alexandrae, commonly known as a Queen Alexandra's Birdwing. Any butterfly collector or entomologist worth his salt knew how rare they were. They generally sold for more than a thousand dollars. But Sara couldn't have paid that. He wouldn't allow it. He would have to repay her immediately.

"Well, I actually got it at an estate sale. They were getting rid of pretty much everything."

It was all Grissom could do to keep himself from kissing Sara in front of everyone. "Are you aware of what this is worth? How much did you pay for this?"

"Is it special or something? Rare?" Sara asked. Everyone in the room was silent, watching Sara and Grissom go back and forth.

"These butterflies sell for over a thousand dollars a pop."

There was a collective gasp and a rising of eyebrows around the room.
"And all I got was a lousy CD," joked Greg. He was standing by the refrigerator, filling up a plastic cup with ice. Greg didn't even notice the large chunk of ice that missed his cup, falling from the dispenser and skidding across the floor.

Sara shook her head. "I paid more for your CD than I did for that butterfly."

Grissom was shocked. Sara had just gotten one hell of a deal from some idiot who didn't know the worth of this beautiful creature.
"Well," said Catherine, breaking the silence. "Anyone ready to eat?"


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Grissom was still trying to figure out where to put the vegetable lasagna when the water flowing from the sink shut off. He looked up to see Sara drying her hands on a dishtowel. She bent over to close Grissom's dishwasher, giving him a great view of her ass. She stood up after twisting the knob to the 'on' position and turned to face him.

They stood there for a moment, their eyes locked. Sara smiled slightly, Grissom's expression remained impassive, though Sara would swear later she saw a flicker of a smile cross his features.

"Hey, Gil, I'm gonna go." Grissom broke the connection, turning his head to Catherine. She and Sara were the only two remaining; both had agreed to help him clean up.

"Okay, see ya, Cath." Grissom said slowly. "Merry Christmas."

"Bye, Catherine," smiled Sara.

"Bye guys! Have fun..." She smiled at the pair of them, winked at Grissom, and shut to door behind her.

The tension in the room thickened as the door closed. "So, uh...whatcha doin’?" Sara asked.

Grissom swung the fridge shut. "I can't find room for this lasagna. It won't fit anywhere!" Grissom exclaimed.

Sara crossed the kitchen to join him by the fridge. She swung the door open and peered into the cold food closet. "Well," Sara said to herself. She reached in, rearranging things here and there. "Lasagna?"

Grissom handed it to her. Sara slid it into the fridge with ease and gently closed the door. "Amazing."

"Well, guess it’s just something women are born with."

"The ability to figure out complex problems?"

"No, the ability to squeeze large things into small places."

Grissom lifted an eyebrow, her pun hanging in the air. She turned away from him, heading out of the kitchen. As she padded across the tile floor,
Sara's bare foot stepped into a small puddle of melted ice. She made a little 'whoo' sound as she lost her balance, her feet sliding out from under her and landing her onto the floor.

"Sara, are you okay?" Grissom hurried over to her and knelt down at her side.

"Yeah, but my butt hurts." Actually, her pride her more than her butt ever could. How embarrassing - landing on her tail directly in from of Grissom!

"Gee, who could have spilt something and not picked it up?" Grissom asked sarcastically.

"Only one person I can think of," she responded. Grissom offered her his hand, helping her to her feet. As Sara lifted herself off the ground, Grissom stepped backwards into the puddle, slipping to the ground and pulling her down with him. Sara landed sprawled on top of him, her face cradled between his jaw and shoulder. His cologne reached her nostrils and Sara inhaled deeply.

She leaned back, wondering how much more embarrassing this situation could get. Sara was practically straddling him, her dress splayed out across his chest. She was about to pick herself up when Grissom sat up. He reached his hands up and brought her mouth slowly to his, giving her time to back out.

Sara didn't hesitate, and she met him half way for the kiss. Their mouths connected. Fire shot through Sara's limbs, her body tingled. She could feel butterflies in her stomach, tickling her rib cage with the beat of their wings.

Sara moved their kiss along, bringing her tongue out to lightly tease his lips. He opened up immediately, allowing her to sink her tongue into his mouth. She groaned as she felt his hot tongue massaging hers. She ran her fingers through his curly hair, massaging his scalp.

She reveled in the feel of his beard scraping her cheek; rough, like sandpaper, but not unpleasant.

Grissom cupped her cheek, running his thumb across her jaw line. He felt her wrap her legs around his waist, pushing against his abdomen.
He scooped the hem of her dress into his hands and pushed it up to her waist. He smiled, finding that she was wearing a pair of thigh highs, which meant he wouldn’t have to deal with getting her out of panty hose. He slid his thumbs under the straps of the ‘barley-there-underwear’ and pulled it down to her ankles.

Grissom kissed a trail up her inner calf of her left leg, across the underside of her knee, and to the juncture of her thigh and pelvis. Sara’s breathing became more ragged as his mouth drew ever closer. He dipped his finger into her, and she groaned loudly.

He could feel himself getting even more aroused, and he quickly undid his pants, pulling them and his boxers down far enough to let himself free. He slipped himself inside of her, and all at once it was madness, happiness, and sadness.

Sara shuddered underneath him as he pounded into her, losing himself in the feel, the sound, the scent and the sight over her underneath him, begging for him to never stop.
She gave a loud cry of “Grissom” and her walls clenched around him, tighter than ever before. He could feel himself getting nearer, on the brink
of his release.

He barely had enough time to register what was happening before he poured himself inside of her, both of them shaking with tremors of delight. It seemed like it was endless, as he came and came inside of her.

Finally, his body loosened up, and he collapsed against her, his pulse breaking the sound barrier.

And for a while, they laid just like that. Grissom and Sara were together, on the cold kitchen floor, in perfect harmony.