Caught in the Act

A/N: Thank you Cropper for the quick beta. I appreciate it more than you know.

Grissom glanced up, catching sight of Sara propped against the door frame of his office. “Hey,” he said, pulling off his glasses and rubbing a hand over his eyes.

“Hey.” She studied him, taking in the dark circles under his eyes and the lines of fatigue bracketing his lips. “How’s it going?”

With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. “Slow. Nothing is making sense on this one.”

“You want some help?”

His eyes opened slowly and, giving her a weary smile, he shook his head. “No. Go home. You’re just as tired as I am.”

“Don’t you know that two heads are better than one?” she asked, giving him her trademark smile.

With a soft huff of laughter, he said, “I’m waiting on trace and then I’m going to get some sleep.” At her skeptical look, he gave a soft smile. “I promise.”

“Okay,” she said, slowly. “I guess I’ll see you tonight.”

Seeing the hurt in her eyes, he said, “I’m exhausted, honey. I wouldn’t be good company. How about dinner before work?” At her reluctant nod, he added, “Go home and get some sleep. I’ll be by around eight.”

With a tight smile she turned and walked away, leaving Grissom staring at the place she had been.

On the drive home she ran over their conversation in her mind. Mentally shrugging, she decided to take Grissom’s desire to be alone as a symptom of his absolute exhaustion. Even though they had been seeing each other for almost a year, there were still days when each of them needed space. They had discussed moving in together but neither was ready to push the idea into reality. Instead they maintained the illusion of independence by maintaining separate residences.

She pulled into her parking space and got out, locking the car with a quiet beep. Forgoing her usual trek up the stairs, she waited for the elevator. When the car stopped on her floor, she pushed off the back wall and made her way to her door. She grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower. Clean and relaxed, Sara slipped between the sheets, not bothering with pajamas.

Sleeping with Gil Grissom had taught Sara many things. One lesson had been that the feel of twelve hundred thread count sheets against her bare skin was second only to his warm, naked body against hers. The first night they had made love had been at his place. Sara, when she could think clearly, had remarked on the softness of the fabric covering the bed. The second time they slept together had been the day Grissom showed up at her door with the set of sheets that currently adorned her bed.

Sara drifted gently on the cusp of sleep, visions of the ways in which they had christened those sheets drifting languidly through her mind. Remembering the feel of his hands teasing her, the taste of his lips, the heat and weight of his body as he entered her, put warmth between her thighs that even her sleep addled brain recognized.

Without conscious thought her right hand trailed over her stomach, fingers lighter than gossamer against the soft skin, brushing out to trail over the ridge of her hip bone. Rolling to her back, Sara ran both hands up the length of her torso to cup her breasts. With a sigh that ended on a quiet moan, she pulled at her nipples with long, graceful fingers. A soft groan of delight came from her as she trailed the fingers of her right hand up and down the length of her left arm and across her chest leaving a trail of gooseflesh in her wake. Slowly, her hands traced the sides of her breasts and the dip of her waist down to the slight flare of her hips. It was her soft touch that she felt but Grissom’s firmer one that she imagined.

His hands were skimming down her sides, stroking along the outsides of her thighs, encouraging her to bend her knees and open herself for him.

Her own palms, smoother than his, followed the path set out in her imagination. She drew her knees up, splaying her legs wantonly until she could feel the cool air against her hot flesh. Trailing her nails down the inside of her thighs she brushed lightly against the damp fur at her center before continuing the languorous exploration of her body.

Grissom brought his face to her breast, drawing a nipple into the heat of his mouth, nipping at the tip with his teeth.

Sara cupped her breast and, sucking on the fingers of the other hand, used the wet digits to raise the nipple to a tight peak. Her tongue darted out to wet her parted lips as her breath puffed harshly in and out between them. With a familiarity born of practice, Sara’s hand slid down her stomach to tease lightly at the curls nestled at the apex of her long legs.

With a whisper of a touch, Grissom’s thick finger slid between the lips of her sex. He drew a gentle line from her opening to the tiny nub nestled between her folds.

Slowly, gently, she used her middle finger to dip into her wetness, sliding down to tease at her opening before pulling up to run lightly across her clit. Again and again her finger made the journey as she marveled at how wet she was.

“Oh God, Sara, you’re so wet, honey. So good,” he mumbled against her throat as his fingers worked relentlessly in and out of her body. “You smell so good. I want you. Need to be in you.” He shifted, pulling out his fingers and settling himself between her legs.

Sara’s hands stopped their ministrations and she leaned over the edge of the bed, fumbling to open the drawer of her nightstand. With a sharp cry of triumph, she fell back against the sheets. The quiet hum that filled the room brought a brief smile to her lips. Using her own juices she coated the dildo before sliding it deep within her body. With a moan she began to pleasure herself. Sliding it out, using the tip to tease her clit before pushing it back in.

Grissom opened the door and closed it soundlessly behind him so as not to wake Sara. He turned the lock, wincing at the click that seemed loud in the silence. Slipping off his shoes and easing his keys, wallet and cell phone down on the counter, he made his way to the bedroom. His intention, to grab a quick shower and slip into bed, was forgotten when he saw the woman on spread out before him.

One hand roamed her torso, teasing her nipples, trailing over her stomach and thighs. Her eyes were closed and her chest flushed with excitement. But it was the hand moving between her legs that ratcheted his pulse up a notch or two. Grissom had been with women before Sara. However, he had never been in a relationship that lasted past a few dates. Not long enough to have been given a key to their home. Definitely not long enough to share the kind of intimacy he had with Sara. But he knew that if he lived to be one hundred and ten he would never forget this woman, on that bed, with the hot pink dildo moving in a sensual dance between those dark curls, affording him glimpses of the deep pink of her inner lips with every stroke.

Sara’s breath was coming in short gasps, a continuous whimper emanating from her throat. When she began furiously rubbing against her engorged nub and rolling her ass against the mattress, Grissom’s excitement strained against the zipper of the pants. He reached down and massaged his erection through the fabric, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. Suddenly, with a grunt of satisfaction Sara’s body convulsed. He could see the muscles of her stomach quivering with the force of the orgasm moving through her body. Unable to hold back, he moaned.

Sara’s eyes flew open and her mouth rounded in a small ‘O’ of surprise. “What…Griss, what…um…shit.”

Grissom began to slowly make his way to the bed, clothes falling in his wake. “Don’t stop on my account,” he rumbled. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He crawled up on the end of the bed, coming to a stop when he was kneeling between her legs. Reaching down, he cocked an eyebrow in question. Eyes wide, she gave a slight nod. The dildo slid from her body with a quiet sucking sound that had Sara clenching her eyes shut in embarrassment.

“Look at me, Sara,” he said, continuing to run the vibrator up and down her cleft with one hand while the other slid up and down his hard shaft. When she slid her eyes open, the heat of his gaze took her breath away. “Should I be jealous?” he asked with a smirk.

Licking her lips, she gave him a mischievous grin and said, “No. Gil and I have been friends for a while. We’re just friends with benefits.”

It was Grissom’s turn to be surprised. “You named it Gil?” he croaked out, even as his hand tightened around his erection.

Boldly meeting his gaze she whispered, “Yeah. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

“I think I’m flattered.” He leaned forward, his hardness brushing across her abdomen, and kissed her slow and deep with a hint of desperation. Sitting back on his heels, he brought the toy to his lips and licked her juices from it. “You taste so sweet. I love you on my tongue.” His hand returned to his engorged cock, spreading his fluid around the head.

Heat flared in her eyes and between her legs. There was something so erotic about the sight of Grissom’s broad tongue on the head of her dildo while he slowly masturbated for her. She could feel her nipples hardening and a new wave of fluid leaking out to soak the sheet beneath her. Sara reached out and, grabbing his wrist, brought the vibrator to her mouth. Running her tongue around the tip, she tasted her orgasm. The pale pink tongue dancing across the head of Gil tore a groan from Grissom’s lips.

Grissom leaned forward and blew a gentle stream of cool air against her aching flesh. Gently, almost like the brush of a feather, his tongue flicked the juice from her folds before he sucked her clit between his lips. Sara thighs tensed as she felt another orgasm building.

“Oh shit, Griss, I’m close,” she moaned, a hint of surprise in her voice. “Please…oh please…,” she whimpered, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow.

“Please what?” he asked quietly, before continuing to suckle her.

“Fuck me. Please fuck me,” she sobbed out. “Now!”

When her body tensed, lifting her ass up off the bed, Grissom slid up and buried himself in one long stroke. He wrapped an arm under her hips and began moving, sliding in and out, feeling his orgasm gathering low in his belly. Sara wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs and whispered in his ear, “Come on. I need it, Griss. Please come for me.”

And he did. Back arching, hips pushing forward to bury himself as far as he would go, eyes closed and her name falling from his lips on a guttural moan.

Long minutes later, he slid off her and pulled her into his embrace. “That was…incredible.”

“Mmmm,” she murmured. “It got better when you showed up.”

They were quiet for a while, allowing their breathing to return to normal. Finally, the silence was broken when Grissom asked, “Sara? How long have you been friends with Gil?”

With a grin on her face, she replied, “Since I met you.”