This Is The Dream

This is the Dream.

NB: Characters contained within are not mine. Story originally posted at Geekfiction. Pre- GSR.

The room is lit with grey light and intense and Sara is certain that her night vision has never been this clear, this defined. Her eyes take in the cool wide room, dark wood furniture, a window on the left side of the room letting the grey morning light in through the blind, the big bed flanked by book shelves.

She sees him first. Grissom; lying back in his bed and relaxed like he never is at the lab; the dark bed linen pulled over his hips leaving his chest bare in the weak light.

With hips swaying in an almost exaggerated manner Sara stalks over to him; she feels like a predator tonight, all sharp lines and sleek. With no hesitation she climbs straight onto his bed at the bottom, looming over him.
He is awake, she sees now, looking on with his inscrutable sphinx gaze from beneath lowered lids.

Waiting.

The air between them is electric; she knows what she wants, knows what she will take. The mattress dips as she crawls over his big body until their faces are almost touching; her thighs spread wide as she straddles him and even though she is clothed she still feels incredibly exposed and it makes her feel good; vital and powerful, to know she has him so close to her like this.

“Sara.” His voice holds a note of something; a warning or a plea? It is both and neither.

Below her his bed is warm and she can smell his musk so clearly now, it permeates her, saturates her senses. Her slender fingers walk up over the soft sheets covering his thighs.

“Hush...”

Shifting her weight she places one finger on his lips, the feel of his beard on her wrist setting off hot slow pulses between her thighs, even as her other hand comes to rest lightly over his erection; solid and hot even through the covers.

His hips jerk reflexively as he groans her name again.

“I know, I know...” Sara coos her sympathy, nods her understanding, leaving her hand nestled there as she joins him lying on the bed, her long frame stretched beside him.

His breathing is ragged and harsh; in the twilight the pulse of his carotid is visible, like a trapped bird fluttering beneath his skin.

Sara reaches out to kiss him then, her tongue demanding entrance and it is hot and thorough and lazy and makes them press into each other tightly as his hands come up to hold her to him, to urge her down along his hard length.

But she pulls away, one hand pushing the sheet down to find him naked and ready, while the other reaches behind her to unzip the light dress she is wearing.
It is all she is wearing; and Gil reaches greedily for her, brushing the cloth from her body and bringing her quickly back into his bed.

His hands are strong around her wrists as he pulls her down, making her straddle his cock lying fat and hot on his stomach, soaking himself in her wetness.
His sudden force is a shock but exhilarating and Sara feels a cool wave of adrenaline drench her spine.

“What are you doing here Sara?” There is an edge in his voice now, and his fingers have found her clit already throbbing.

“You know what.”

He reaches up and pinches hard on a nipple. Sara cries out lightly, arching upwards, thrusting her chest out and grinding back down along him in a single sweet move.

“You Gil. I’m here for you.”

He releases her; stroking possessively down her sides, hands coming to rest on her hips.

“And what are you going to do for me?”

Dark eyes catch as she smiles and reaches beneath herself with cool shaky hands.

She is tight and he is large and they fit together perfectly, she always knew they would; and his hands are back on her, everywhere.

For a moment their voices are stolen as they take in the sensations breaking through their skin, it is almost too much; shredding her nerves, binding her to her needs.

“Gil,” she moans and her voice is like dry leaves on the wind. “I need you. Need you so much Gil.”

She is straddling him, and his big hands are holding her, pulling her down on him and he is in her and she goes down so deep he is breathless with it.
They are both infected with each other as they merge and part like liquid, separating, but never really.

They start slow and hard, she rises up he pulls her back down, but all too soon he has her on her back, legs pulled high over his shoulders and all he can think about is keeping as much of his cock in her exquisite heat for as long as he can.

His thrusts are hard and quick and deep and he rues that he can’t quite reach her breasts with his mouth, even as he lets her tiny rhythmic moans and the look on her face that says she has never ever had anything so good as him buried so far in her urge him on.

He is close; Sara can feel it just the same as her own and wonders briefly if there is a difference anymore. Her arms reach out to embrace him, hold him close and her voice is desperate and low in his ear, an echo forced from her throat.

“Let me help you Gil, please. I just want to make you feel good.”

A pause. Sara, her body jerking in response to his unrestrained movement, gazes at him dark eyes wide and guileless. “Daddy”

And he explodes inside her.

Gil wakes with a start; spent and trembling, staring wide eyed at the darkness that fills his room.
He runs a hand through the damp hair that clings to his temples several times as he sits up to check the time on his alarm clock. His legs are still weak as he moves to the shower to prepare for work and under the hot spray he tries to keep the dream from his face, where he is sure Sara will read it if she hasn’t already, and tries desperately to stop himself from feeling so dirty.