Sara's birthday present.

Sara had just walked into the bedroom wearing a short spaghetti strapped red nightgown. Gil was sitting in his white boxers at the edge of the bed reading with his reading glasses slipping down his nose. He looked up as she closed the bathroom door over his glasses and his heart stopped beating for a moment.

She looked so sexy in red.

"Is that new?", when his heart began pumping again.

"This old thing?", she laughed, "Yes, I bought it today when I was shopping for the comforter. I thought you might like it."

"Hubba, hubba."

"Look at this...", she moved toward him slowly, sensually. As she reached down for the hem of the nightgown, she pulled it up slightly, showing a red, a fire engine red, g-string that perfectly matched the gown.

"Oh my God, Sara." Gill looked, watched as she began to seductively dance before him. The light jazz music from the stereo system filled the room as she swayed to the rhythm of the music. Grissom immediately dropped the forensic journal he was reading and moved quickly to her, taking her in his arms. They danced slowly as his hands moved across her back. He loved the feel of the silk under his hands, but also loved the feel of the heat from her body.

"You know what I fantasize about sometimes?", her voice whispered in his ear.

"Please share your fantasy with me."

"Sometimes, I know it sounds funny, but sometimes, I wish there were two of you."

Grissom stopped and looked into her brown eyes.

"You mean, as in, ummmm...", he voice trailed off.

"Gil, my fantasy is there are two Gil's and I'm in the middle."

"Duly noted."

"What's your fantasy?"

"What you are wearing right now," he said as his fingers grasped the spaghetti straps on both sides and slid them down her creamy white shoulders. Her breasts were half covered as he bent his head down to kiss the exposed flesh. His hands were still at work on the straps as he pulled them down her arms and within seconds the gown teetered down to her waist. Sara pulled him closer to her as her hands slipped into the back of his boxers. Her fingers explored the flesh of his backside as he kissed down her torso.

Sara pulled the waistband of his boxers and slipped them down as her gown slipped completely off her body as they
backed slightly away from each other.

She pulled away from him completely and grasped his hand and pushed him toward the bed.

"Sit."

He sat on the edge of the bed, which was covered by the new comforter she'd purchased earlier. It was stripped with dark blue, baby blue and white and matched the general theme of their bedroom. The room was painted at dark blue and the room was mainly dark due to the fact they slept days. The dark curtains kept the daylight sun from interfering in their slumber.

Sara knelt down between his legs and took his rigid penis into her mouth. No teasing with little kisses around the head, just straight in, the way he loved it. The suction of her mouth increased and her lips moved up and down his shaft, her nose grazing his pubic hair. Gil moved his hands to her brown, slightly curled hair and pulled her head closer to him. He knew Sara loved taking all of him, all the way, and as her hands cupped his balls, he shot his cum down her throat.

"I didn't know you liked red lingerie that much," as she stood before him, clad in only the red g-string. "If I had known, I would have stood in the doorway of your office with only this," gesturing at the g-string, "years ago."

He smiled at the image in his head for a moment.

"I think I understand what you meant earlier."

"About my fantasy?"

"Yes."

"Do tell."

"I'm sure that while you were so happily sucking me off, it would have been very pleasurable for you to have had a cock stuck up inside you at the same time. Giving pleasure, as well as receiving."

"Does my fantasy intimidate you?"

"Not at all."

"Why? Most men would be very homophobic at the thought and jealous, at most, if their..." she trailed off.

"Significant other?"

"I was going to say 'girlfriend', but wasn't sure if that term was something you were comfortable with." She sat beside him, smoothing down the comforter from their encounter.

"Sara, you are my everything. I don't care what term you use. We've been together for 2 years now, and lived together for the last year. Whatever you want to explore sexually, I am a willing participant for you."

She looked at him and brought her hand up to his face and cupped his left cheek.

"I love you."


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Several months later, Gil was stumped for a birthday present for Sara. He'd thought of buying her a diamond
engagement ring, but she had said she was against weddings. It was during the weird case of the mother of the groom being pulled behind the car. The evidence was stolen from Nick's truck while he, Greg, and Sara ate breakfast at the diner.

Sara was what every man wanted, she did not push marriage, she wanted sex frequently, she loved giving blow jobs, and she never pushed him for anything, anything he'd been unwilling to give, but he always wanted to give her whatever she wanted. Gil silently chastised himself for letting the years slowly slip away, before he had the courage to do something.

The problem between them had not been simple: she was his employee, he her boss, a 15 year age difference, her bouts with alcohol, his lack of social skills, but mainly it was her professed 'love' for him. She had wanted him from the beginning and he never let himself know her to truly understand her and he'd never let himself understand her. He had pushed her away so many times, but their attraction, he could not deny. He thought she had a mere crush on her, but the feelings she had for him ran much deeper than a crush. She truly loved him and now he'd allowed himself to love her back.

Her birthday present? What do you give the woman who loves you? What did she possibly want or need that she didn't already have? She wasn't like most woman who could be placated with jewelry. She had her own jewelry style and generally refused such gifts. She loved movies, but their DVD collection lacked nothing. She loved to read, but books weren't an intimate enough gesture to the woman you loved. Sara loved music, all types of music from Nine Inch Nails to Yo Yo Ma, but again their CD collection only lacked music that had yet to be released.

Gil thought of other woman and laughed softly to himself. She wasn't like anyone else. She was his Sara.

As he contemplated her present, Jim Brass walked quietly into his office.

"You busy?"

"Nah."

"Me neither. Nice that the criminals are having a slow night tonight."

"Jim, what would you give the most important person, a woman, in your life for a birthday present?"

"Well, I can only tell you what not to give and maybe that would help."

Grissom looked over his reading glasses and gave Brass a pointed look.

"Don't give her a vacuum cleaner, or dishes, or pots and pans, or even a washing machine and dryer set. That's
experience talking there. Kinda of pisses them off if it implies they are cooking and cleaning for you."

Grissom laughed at his friend. "You gave your ex-wife household goods for her birthday?"

Sheepishly, Jim Brass, nodded in the affirmative.

Grissom was quick to point out. "I even know better than that."


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It was 2 days before her birthday when it suddenly struck Gil what to get Sara. He knew that any of their coworkers whether a CSI, lab tech, or policeman would be out of the question. He briefly considered picking someone up from the bar scene, but that was not a preferred option either.

He picked up the black phone on his office desk and dialed the private number he still knew by heart, but had only used once before. It had been just a little over 2 years since he last used the number, but the person he was calling was the one who had helped him in his decision to let Sara Sidle into his life.

"Hello."

"Heather, it's Gil Grissom."

"How are you and Sara?"

"We're fine and you?"

"I'm fine, Mr. Grissom, thank you for asking. How may I help you today?'

"I am in need of a birthday present for Sara."

"I am told there is a mall within a ten mile radius of your crime lab."

"Heather, what Sara wants, you cannot purchase at the mall."

"Mr. Grissom, are you sure what you are asking, that I'm the right one to ask?"

"Yes."

"What does it involve?"

"Another me."

Lady Heather smiled at his request. Gil Grissom was an enigma, but he and the woman he'd chosen did need an outlet away from the horrendous crime scenes they had to process on a day to day basis.

"When is her birthday?"

"Day after tomorrow."

"You may escort Sara to the Dominion then."

"Thank you, Heather."

"Good day Mr. Grissom."

Grissom smiled hanging up the receiver. Heather was lost in thought.


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As the three of them sipped at the delicate porcelain tea cups, Sara suspiciously yes her surroundings. She had heard the whips and screams as they entered the building. She sincerely hoped that was not why Grissom had brought her here.

"Miss Sidle, if you are uncomfortable at any time, just say 'stop' and it will happen. Mr. Grissom here," pointing to him with a long black fingernail as he was drinking from the cup, "has asked for my assistance in obtaining the means for you to fulfill your fantasy."

Sara was looking at Heather in the eye as the woman spoke to her. She quickly darted her yes to Grissom as Heather's words died.

"Really, Gil?" Excitement spread across her features for a brief instance, replaced a questioning look.

"Happy Birthday, honey."


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Sara hesitantly put her left hand on the other man's cock and stroked it gently. Then she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth and began sucking as she rubbed Grissom's long penis with her right.

The other man's cock soon grew to it's full potential and Sara fingers no longer touched as she wrapped her hand
around his girth. He pulled his cock out of Sara's mouth and picked her up and carried her to the bed in the middle of room.

It was the same white room where Grissom had had his encounter with the surrogates of Sophia and Sara. The white ceiling fans turned above their heads as the white curtains moves silently against the backdrop of their passion.

Grissom watched as the man laid Sara down into the bed, as his head moved down to her center. The handsome older
man was as close a match to him as Heather had been able to find in her complex network of contractors.

The differences were numerous, but the similarities were close enough. Both had beards, both had gray hair, both were in their mid-fifties and slightly overweight. The man's name in this session was to be 'Bert', Sara had chosen it, in deference to his given name of Gilbert. The differences were the girth and length of their manhoods. Gil's was long, measured once in his youth at 8 and 13/16ths inches and approximately an inch and a half in diameter. Bert's was shorter by far, but was almost three inches in diameter. Another difference were their eye colors: Grissom's a far away sea blue and Bert's a neutral brown.

Sara saw Grissom standing there with his hard cock in his hand, watching as Bert was eating her out. She looked up at Grissom and smiled. She reached her hand to him and licked her hand to get it nice and wet. Her touch with the wetness startled him. It wasn't what he'd expected.

Sara looked up into his blue eyes and said, "Oh yummy, another cock for me to suck. How wonderful."

Gil couldn't contain himself, he slammed his length into her mouth. He could feel her squirming from the ministrations of the other man. Her warm mouth was all the mattered. She applied more suction than he was used to, and he pulled from her.

"Sorry, babe. This is intense."

He pushed back into her and turned to watch as Bert applied his tongue to her clit. He had excellent cunnilingus skills Grissom would definitely give him that. He saw Sara's hips swaying up and down to the rhythm set by the other man and Grissom tried to get into the same rhythm, with Sara's mouth enclosed over him. He looked down at Sara as her lips slapped against him and lazily glanced back down to the man eating Sara. It was a definite turn on, but he knew he was far from release. He was enjoying giving her the pleasure she so deserved.

He could feel the spasms raking through her body as her mouth left him.

"OHohohgodgrissomimmmthere."

He took her cheek in his hand. "Happy birthday, darling."


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A little later, the two men were both on their knees with Sara's lovely mouth between them. She appeared to be
watching a tennis match as her head bobbed between both cocks. Sara held one cock in each hand. Whatever cock she wasn't sucking, she would be slowly stroking with the opposite hand. Grissom couldn't quite figure which felt better, the warm hand or the mouth. It was exquisite torture for sure. Every once and a while the two men would move their dicks closer together and she could take some of each into her mouth at the same time. Sara's eyes were slightly glazed over. She definitely had her own high going on with this action.

After several minutes of Sara going back and forth between them, she looked up at Grissom and almost shyly, she said,

"Please, Gil, can I have you inside me now?"

It was all the prodding he needed. He slipped her body to the edge of the bed, eased off the bed himself and stood. He pulled her legs to him and plunged into her and Bert was still inside her mouth. Sara wrapped her legs around Grissom's ass, she pulled him further into her. He moved with a furious pace, considering she did not allow him much movement.

Sara could barely get her mouth around the girth of the other man, but as she widened her mouth, all Gil could see was Sara's nose buried in his pubic hair.

The relentless spasming of her vaginal walls was Gil's first clue she was having another orgasm, because there was no sound coming from her, other than the slippery sounds of wet flesh moving back and forth. His second clue was the flushing of her lower abdomen, he'd never noticed in the two years they'd been together that happening before. The spasms were becoming more and more intense as his penis plunged into her. He closed his eyes to the sensations and rode wave after wave of Sara's multiple orgasms.


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Sara Sidle lay back against the dark blue, baby blue, and white stripped comforter wearing the same fire engine red
nightgown and g-string.

"Sara, I love you. And you just don't know what you do to me wearing that outfit."

She was very happy at that moment.

Sara had never been completely happy in her life until Grissom had come to her to express his desire for her. She watched as he walked without benefit of clothing into the adjoining bathroom. Gilbert Grissom was a wonder to her. How could such a man, unusually abrupt and with the appearance of aloofness, be able to adapt to any situation without losing himself in the experience. She was still in wonder over his birthday present to her. How would she ever find him a gift to compare to the one he'd given her? His birthday was coming up soon and she knew just were to get ideas as she dialed the private number.

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A/N This is companion piece to my story "A visit to Lady Heather's". You don't have to read that one to get the gist of this one. I'm just pushing my other story.

Also thanks to Bo for the inspiration.