Hundreds And Thousands
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,650
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Hundreds And Thousands
Title: Hundreds and Thousands
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: A big fat M
Prompt: Ice cream.
Notes: My Geekfiction Summer Sizzler story. Much love to dreamsofhim for a great beta job. :)
He is no longer a religious man and so does not know which deity to praise in the streets for the wondrous sight of Sara Sidle, his Sara, in their garage, in work overalls and sucking on a popsicle.
He thinks he actually does a double take.
“I got tired of getting oil all over my jeans so I borrowed a set.” She cocks one deliciously set eyebrow and runs her tongue flatly up the edge of the frozen treat.
Fuck.
“Do you think I’m going to get into trouble with my boss?”
Grissom has to look away- there is simply no other way to collect himself enough to be verbal.
He looks back and she is wearing his favourite smirk.
“I think,” he walks forward, trapping her between his bulk and that of the black SUV that sits in his garage. “that there’s a good chance he’ll have to take some action.”
“Oh darn.”
He brings his arms up on either side of her and presses forward against her, a thoughtful sombre look on his face.
“Mmm. I think” he says as he gives her an extra squeeze against the warm metal of the vehicle nodding in the direction of her popsicle. “That as a punishment you’re going to have to eat that.”
Sara gives him a coy look. “And what if I already meant to eat it?”
“Like you really mean it.”
Sara pushes him back a step and raises the popsicle to her mouth licking at the melting sugar water that is already flowing onto her fingers, making a show of it. Slowly she licks back up the sweet before bringing her mouth around it and all the way down. As she begins an upward stroke she moans low, all the while her eyes locked on his.
“Something like that, you mean?”
“Nicely done Ms Sidle. I think you’ve done this before.” He takes the stick away from her and laps at the popsicle himself before pushing her back against the SUV. He leans in and kisses her, sweet and wet even as he begins to unzip the front of her overalls, trailing the tip of the ice behind it.
Her moan is small and high and makes him smile against her mouth even as he is trailing it over her abdomen and lower. Her own hands reach up and pull the material over her shoulders and out of his way, underneath it she is wearing nothing.
He feels his dick throb. He can’t help the response anymore, it is automatic. He sees Sara’s beautiful breasts and he gets hard. It is the sweetest curse.
His hands are rock steady as he runs the ice down the front of her throat to her belly – following the strawberry flavoured trail with his mouth. Sara is pushing back against the car now, forcing her breasts outwards and he takes the hint, rolling it over her straining nipples before coming to suckle on them himself.
The flavouring is interesting but it is Sara who tastes sweet.
It is her hand that he notices first, as it strokes him gently through the thick material of his jeans before disappearing. Her moans deepen and he pushes her overalls down over the curve of her hips to allow her better access. He kisses her hard for a long moment before pulling away to better watch her long graceful fingers play in her folds and disappear from view. He brings the popsicle down and presses against the very edge of her apex.
The effect is immediate – Sara clenches and gasps, pressing her free hand hard against the strength of his erection she comes in her own flood of sticky sweetness.
Gil moves back to take her in – flushed and naked she is the sexiest thing he has ever seen, and as he shucks out of his shirt her hands are on him, helping to remove his pants.
And then lower.
He pushes up hard against her grasp as Sara brings him into her. Hard and wet and so so so soft heat.
And he is gone.
His knees are screaming and he is covered with sugar as he leans into Sara, his face in the crook of her neck. This is the best he’s felt in a long time –spontaneous and desired - like he always thought being young was meant to feel like.
“A popsicle Sara?”
His voice is disbelieving and she knows he is not complaining. Sara twists in his arms and presses against him, enjoying his weight on her.
“The ice cream truck was going past and it’s hot.”
“We live in a desert. It tends toward hot.”
“Well maybe I just wanted it hotter.” Her arms around his neck tighten and she plants an open mouthed kiss just behind his ear. She likes to kiss there and he thinks that it probably has something to do with his surgery.
“You’re going to be the death of me Sidle,” he growls and she laughs sweaty and sticky against his chest.
“I’m the life of you and you know it.”
And he can’t disagree.
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: A big fat M
Prompt: Ice cream.
Notes: My Geekfiction Summer Sizzler story. Much love to dreamsofhim for a great beta job. :)
He is no longer a religious man and so does not know which deity to praise in the streets for the wondrous sight of Sara Sidle, his Sara, in their garage, in work overalls and sucking on a popsicle.
He thinks he actually does a double take.
“I got tired of getting oil all over my jeans so I borrowed a set.” She cocks one deliciously set eyebrow and runs her tongue flatly up the edge of the frozen treat.
Fuck.
“Do you think I’m going to get into trouble with my boss?”
Grissom has to look away- there is simply no other way to collect himself enough to be verbal.
He looks back and she is wearing his favourite smirk.
“I think,” he walks forward, trapping her between his bulk and that of the black SUV that sits in his garage. “that there’s a good chance he’ll have to take some action.”
“Oh darn.”
He brings his arms up on either side of her and presses forward against her, a thoughtful sombre look on his face.
“Mmm. I think” he says as he gives her an extra squeeze against the warm metal of the vehicle nodding in the direction of her popsicle. “That as a punishment you’re going to have to eat that.”
Sara gives him a coy look. “And what if I already meant to eat it?”
“Like you really mean it.”
Sara pushes him back a step and raises the popsicle to her mouth licking at the melting sugar water that is already flowing onto her fingers, making a show of it. Slowly she licks back up the sweet before bringing her mouth around it and all the way down. As she begins an upward stroke she moans low, all the while her eyes locked on his.
“Something like that, you mean?”
“Nicely done Ms Sidle. I think you’ve done this before.” He takes the stick away from her and laps at the popsicle himself before pushing her back against the SUV. He leans in and kisses her, sweet and wet even as he begins to unzip the front of her overalls, trailing the tip of the ice behind it.
Her moan is small and high and makes him smile against her mouth even as he is trailing it over her abdomen and lower. Her own hands reach up and pull the material over her shoulders and out of his way, underneath it she is wearing nothing.
He feels his dick throb. He can’t help the response anymore, it is automatic. He sees Sara’s beautiful breasts and he gets hard. It is the sweetest curse.
His hands are rock steady as he runs the ice down the front of her throat to her belly – following the strawberry flavoured trail with his mouth. Sara is pushing back against the car now, forcing her breasts outwards and he takes the hint, rolling it over her straining nipples before coming to suckle on them himself.
The flavouring is interesting but it is Sara who tastes sweet.
It is her hand that he notices first, as it strokes him gently through the thick material of his jeans before disappearing. Her moans deepen and he pushes her overalls down over the curve of her hips to allow her better access. He kisses her hard for a long moment before pulling away to better watch her long graceful fingers play in her folds and disappear from view. He brings the popsicle down and presses against the very edge of her apex.
The effect is immediate – Sara clenches and gasps, pressing her free hand hard against the strength of his erection she comes in her own flood of sticky sweetness.
Gil moves back to take her in – flushed and naked she is the sexiest thing he has ever seen, and as he shucks out of his shirt her hands are on him, helping to remove his pants.
And then lower.
He pushes up hard against her grasp as Sara brings him into her. Hard and wet and so so so soft heat.
And he is gone.
His knees are screaming and he is covered with sugar as he leans into Sara, his face in the crook of her neck. This is the best he’s felt in a long time –spontaneous and desired - like he always thought being young was meant to feel like.
“A popsicle Sara?”
His voice is disbelieving and she knows he is not complaining. Sara twists in his arms and presses against him, enjoying his weight on her.
“The ice cream truck was going past and it’s hot.”
“We live in a desert. It tends toward hot.”
“Well maybe I just wanted it hotter.” Her arms around his neck tighten and she plants an open mouthed kiss just behind his ear. She likes to kiss there and he thinks that it probably has something to do with his surgery.
“You’re going to be the death of me Sidle,” he growls and she laughs sweaty and sticky against his chest.
“I’m the life of you and you know it.”
And he can’t disagree.