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Thanks to dreams_of_him for the beta, help with the title and just her general awesomeness. This was written for the dooooooom ficathon and originally posted there.
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“Gross! Just…gross.”

“What?” At the obvious disgust in his bedmate’s voice, Grissom looked up from an article on evolution in Discover to see her staring fixedly at her laptop, the glow from the screen giving the look of revulsion on her face an added dimension.

“Did you know there are people who are aroused by vomit?” Her voice wavered between disbelief and distaste.

“Emetophilia,” he supplied easily. “Not to be confused with vomerophilia which is sexual attraction to the actual act of vomiting and not the vomit itself.”

Incredulously, she turned to look at him. “How do you know these things?”

He shrugged. “Why are you reading about emetophilia?”

“I’m not.” His quirked eyebrow caused her to hurriedly amend, “Greg was talking about his new girl...well, she’s his old girl now. She kept wanting to cook for him, fed him loads of Mexican and Cuban food heavy on the beans and broccoli. He was gulping down Beano as fast as he could, but it turns out she was actually trying to give him gas…she was aroused when he…farted. He said it had a name, but he couldn’t remember what it was.”

“Eproctophilia,” he nodded, tossing his magazine onto his nightstand. “Sexual attraction to flatulence.”

Her brow furrowed. “Again, I ask, how do you know these things?” But she continued without waiting for an answer. “So, I was looking it up and there was this article on different types of paraphilia…”

“I don’t think that’s a politically correct term any more; while not strictly correct, I believe the more acceptable term is fetishism. Paraphilia implies mental illness and as long as both partners are of age and consenting…”

“Yeah, ok, fine. I’m sorry, I know you pride yourself on being open minded and fascinated with human behavior…but…seriously…some of these are…well, just sick.”

He looked at her over the top of his glasses. “That’s very judgmental of you, Sara.”

She snorted at his chiding tone, “You’re telling me you don’t find the idea of someone becoming aroused by administering an enema to their partner slightly disturbing?”

“Klismaphilia.” He shrugged again. “As long as I’m not being asked to participate, if two,” her eyebrow climbed into her forehead, “or more, consenting adults find arousal and gratification in that way, who am I to judge?”

She sighed. “I don’t know, maybe I’m too prudish…”

He chuckled. “Sara, Sweetheart, as the man who has been sharing your bed for the last two years, please allow me to reassure you, you are not prudish.”

Giving him a grateful, slightly lascivious smile, she leaned towards him and gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks, Babe.” She tilted the computer screen so they could both see it. “I just…I don’t want to be judgmental but some of these seem…well, just wrong.”

“I understand that. But the truth is most fetishes are born out of natural acts; it just depends on when and where that particular behavioral imprinting manifested itself. Paraphilias and fetishes are usually the result of some trauma or unusual event fairly early in the sexual experience.” He continued in his soothing, professorial voice. “But that doesn’t make them all wrong. As long as no one is being hurt..”

“Who doesn’t want to be hurt,” she supplied wryly.

“Exactly,” he smiled, planting a kiss against her bare shoulder. “And it’s not like either you or I are strangers to all of these, in any case.”

She sat up straighter. “What do you mean?”

“Pyrophilia, narratophilia, aquaphila, pictophilia, telephonicophilia, katoptronophilia have all been a part of our sex life at one time or another.”

Her eyes quickly scanned the computer screen, alarmed. “What are you talking about?”

He gestured. “Pyrophilia, being aroused by fire. Not that that’s all it takes but aren’t you sometimes much more amenable to certain activities if we have a nice fire going in the fire place?”

Sheepishly, she grinned, “Yeah, well, ok, you have a point.”

“And aquaphilia? Please, Sara.” When she squirmed and refused to meet his gaze directly, he raised his head and gave a knowing smirk to her reflection in the mirror that hung over the dresser opposite the bed. “Wasn’t your requirement of a Jacuzzi in the bathroom when we were house hunting born of a desire to seduce me into having sex in the tub?”

She was blushing adorably. “Yes, all right, ok.” She planted a kiss on his ear with just the slightest hint of tongue. “And it didn’t take much seducing. As a matter of fact, Dr. Grissom, the last time we indulged in that particular activity I believe you were the instigator.”

Removing his glasses, he nodded as he put them on the nightstand. “I admit to that. I believe your mild aquaphilia has been such a rewarding experience, I’ve developed a case of it myself.” Despite his rather clinical, detached arguments he had been feeling the beginnings of arousal since the conversation turned personal. He leaned into her as he slid an arm behind her back to hug her closer and allowed his breath to caress her neck. “And wasn’t my time at Williams punctuated with some particularly gratifying telephonicophilia?”

Her sound of agreement was something of a moan fanned by memory and the realization his hand was resting against her breast and his thumb was brushing lightly, almost absently, against her hardened nipple through the fabric of her tank top. “But then you’ve always been particularly receptive to my narratophilia.”

“Oh,” her eyes were unfocused and slightly glassy. “I thought that was my particular kink,” she admitted somewhat huskily, barely conscious of him closing the laptop and leaning over her body to place it on her bedside table.

“What?” he asked as he began to place delicate kisses along the elegant column of her neck.

She shivered slightly as he reached her ear lobe, flicking it several times with his tongue before sucking it between his lips. “I thought you talked…oh…like that because you knew it turns me on.”

“I'm not sure who's fooling who here.” She felt his warm breath on her ear as he rumbled out a laugh. “No, Sara, I’m glad it turns you on and I would certainly stop if it turned you off, but I become highly aroused whenever I talk dirty to you.” He lowered his head and began sucking on a particularly appealing patch of skin where her neck and shoulder met, one hand stroking her breast through her top and the other caressing the warm skin of her stomach under the fabric.

“Oh.” He could dress in a duck suit and describe bugs to her in Latin for all she cared as long as his tongue kept itself occupied on her skin. But he certainly did have a way with words she acknowledged to herself as she felt herself grow moist. “Good,” she panted. “I love it when you talk to me.” She had always been excited when a sexual partner was vocal during sex, but with Grissom, it was mind-blowingly erotic. Something about her very precise and appropriate mentor and supervisor growling out blisteringly filthy descriptions of the pleasure he took in her body never failed to send her over a primal edge.

His mouth left her neck and he tugged on the hem of her top and she lifted her arms and let him remove it. His eyes devoured her as if it were the first time he had seen her naked breasts instead of the six hundredth. “I grew up in silence.” He ran his hands over her shoulders and collarbone. “Most of my day to day social interaction had little or no words.” Delicately, he ran his hands down the center of her chest, fanning out to each cup a breast. His thumbs brushed simultaneously over opposite nipples and his gaze darkened as she arched her back towards his touch in response.

Reluctantly he removed his hands from her to pull his own shirt over his head and fling it over the side of the bed. “When puberty hit and all of the urges that went with that…I found myself to be rather…vocal.” He placed his hands on either side of her waist, briefly admiring the contrast of his tanned skin against the porcelain of hers before sliding her panties off her hips and down her long, long legs. “My domestic situation wasn’t like other boys…I could moan as much as I wanted, I could name the words of the things I wanted to touch, could tell myself the acts I wanted to participate in.” The panties joined their shirts on the floor.

He studied her laid out before him: bare breasts rising and falling with her aroused breathing, the delicious expanse of skin of her stomach, the curves and hollows of her skin, the dark curls covering her sex. Absently, he pushed his boxers down his waist and thighs and kicked them off. As soon as his erection bobbed free of the garment, he fisted himself firmly, stroking slowly as he watched her watching him. His tone remained impassive even as he grasped himself, but his breathing did increase indicating the depth of his arousal. “So, while I’ve always been considered quiet in every other aspect of my life, here, I find it incredibly freeing and exciting to tell you exactly what I want and how I want it.”

Her eyes filled with the sight of her lover stroking himself in a deep, steady rhythm. Sara felt her mouth go dry and her sex get wetter. Hungrily, she ran her tongue over her upper lip. “What do you want?”

“I want to kiss you.” His voice was a rasping plea. “Then, I want you to suck me.” She saw him shudder slightly in anticipation. He let himself go and she felt the hard length of him press into her stomach as he lower his body on to hers, resting on his knees between the cradle of her thighs. “Then I’m going to fuck you…hard…bury myself deep inside you until you come.”

Her gasp of appreciation was lost as his mouth covered hers in a toe curling kiss. No gentle kiss, this. No, this was a demanding onslaught of lips and tongue, mind numbing and erotic. She tried to meet and match his passionate assault but when she felt one of his hands caressing her breast and his other slide against her folds she succumbed to her weakness for him and just held on for the ride.

A thick finger rubbed against the outer lips of her sex, slipping effortlessly between them, sliding over her entrance, up, ever so slowly, up and around, around her clit, then down, slowly, slowly again. He traced the outline of her opening while he continued to kiss her deeply, tongue rasping against her tongue, lips caressing her lips. He pushed a finger inside her, causing her to buck against him. He broke the kiss, looking at her with heated intensity. “You’re wet, Sara.” Dumbly, she nodded. He dragged his finger out of her and rubbed her clit with his now moist digit, causing her to buck uncontrollably again.

“You’re very, very wet.” He gave her a feral smile. “You like that don’t you? Like me to stick my fingers in your hot little hole and feel how wet you are.” She moaned, low and needy at his words, but he simply watched her reaction as he rubbed her clit again. He watched her eyes slam shut and the flush spread across her chest. He slipped two fingers inside her and began massaging her sensitive nub with his thumb, talking the entire time. “You love it, don’t you, Sara? Love having my fingers inside you. You like the way I make you feel?” She arched against his hand and he began to move his fingers in and out in a faster rhythm, eyes flowing over her face, her chest, watching the look of concentrated pleasure play across her features and the bounce of her perfect breasts. “And you like me to talk to you, don’t you, Sara? Love to know how much I love fucking you however I fuck you, whether its with my fingers or my tongue or my cock…you like me inside of you…like my fingers inside your hot box, like my words inside your head.” Her moans of agreement were becoming more intense, more frequent. “It makes you hot, makes you wet.”

“You’re a naughty girl, Sara Sidle. Very naughty. One of these days, I’m going to have to spank you for being such a dirty little girl.” She groaned and hitched herself against his hand, her hips thrusting up against him in a frantic beat and he continued to rub and push with his hand. He heard her breathing quicken and felt her muscles begin to quiver. “Come for me, Sara.”

She felt the pleasure coil within her, tighter and tighter and tighter and then one last touch and it broke loose, concentrated in her lower body in sharp tremors of pleasure, then radiating out in waves like a spill of warm honey, overtaking every conscious thought, overwhelming every other feeling. Here in this moment, she just was…just for those few moments lost in the sensation of just being…shameless, mindless, boneless, nameless…she breathed and lived.

Slowly, she came back into her body, aware of Grissom’s small soothing kisses on her face, his strokes down her arms, his voice murmuring soothing, loving words. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

Seeing her eyes open, he brought the fingers that had brought her to orgasm up to her mouth and rubbed them against her lips. She could smell the heavy musk of herself on him. She flicked out her tongue and licked the tips of his fingers, watching his gaze darken, seeing his arousal move back into his eyes. He hissed and moved his fingers into her mouth.

Sara sucked his fingers all the way into her mouth, using deliberate suction and heavy swipes of her tongue on the digits, watching him with sultry intensity.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Just like that…I want your mouth on my cock…I want you to suck it just like that.”

Despite her intoxicating orgasm just minutes before Sara felt another jolt of desire shoot through her belly and strike her core at his words. Pressing her hands up against his chest, she rolled them until he was laying flat on the bed and she on top of him pressing her wet folds against his rigid length, rubbing him against her heated sex. “You want me to suck you?” She was all tease at that moment, feeling the head of his cock bump against her clit as she slithered her body against his.

“Yes, Sara, I want you to suck me…put me in your mouth and lick me and suck me,” his hands were against her hips pulling her down harder against him.

Leaning down, she kissed him deeply, sucking his tongue into her mouth with deep ardor, continuing to grind her naked sex against him. Breaking the kiss for some much needed air, she ran her tongue around his lips, then kissed his chin and dipped her tongue in the groove there. “Love you,” she murmured as she placed wet kisses down his neck and chest.

“Love you, too,” he muttered as she swiped her tongue over one of his nipples, rubbing the other between her fingers. “Love how you love me, Sara. Love the way you fuck me, love the way you suck me.” Her appreciative noises were lost against his skin as she kissed her way down his torso and licked her way down his stomach, rubbing the skin of her stomach and breasts against his turgid length until her face was inches from it. She cupped his balls and then blew a breath across his erection and he moaned again. “Suck me, Sara, put me in your mouth and suck me.”

The head of his cock, nearly plum colored when he was fully aroused, received a snakelike flick of the tongue. “Sara,” he growled, “put my cock in your mouth.” She merely smiled as she licked the underside of his shaft, tracing the veins with the tip of her tongue, then circling the head. Using the flat of her tongue she licked his head with sweeping broad strokes as though his engorged prick was the most entrancing ice cream cone ever, one to be savored and enjoyed even as it was devoured.

She allowed her lips to surround the bulbous head and held him there as she swirled her tongue around him, listening to his heated words. “Oh, god, yeah, lick...suck it. Put it in your mouth. I want to feel your mouth on me.” Without warning, in one swift move, her lips widened and she dipped her head down, taking him into her mouth, sucking him as she brought him as deep into her mouth as she was able, the suction of her lips and cheeks making slick wet noises against his heated flesh.

He buried his hands in her hair, moving with her head as she bobbed up and down on him. “Oh, yeah…that feels so good.” He fought the urge to arch into her. “I love fucking that hot, wet mouth of yours…not as much as I love fucking your tight pussy, but I…ah…when we’re at work and you have that smirk on your face I think about this, think about my dick in your mouth, think about your lips around me, your tongue running up and down me and it makes me want to grab you and have you suck me off right there, right in the middle of the lab.”

With every word he spoke she felt the clench of lust run through her, the quiver of her muscles reminded her of her desire to be filled. With every bob of her head she felt him throb against her lips and tongue.

“Get up on your knees,” he groaned. “Face the foot of the bed.”

She pulled her mouth off of him with an obscene, wet sound and shaking with want and need positioned herself on all fours as he directed.

Grissom knelt behind her, rubbing a hand over her lower back and squeezed her perfectly rounded ass before positioning himself behind her. “You have a beautiful ass, Sara.” He drew his fingers down her body and dipped first one, then two fingers into her dripping orifice. “Still wet for me. Good,” he grunted; his other hand gripped his rigid flesh, massaging at the same pace his fingers were moving in and out of her. “Now, Sweetheart, it’s your turn to tell me what you want.”

Panting, she wriggled against his fingers. “I want you.”

He stroked deeper into her and smiled. “Use the words, Sara. We both know what a dirty girl you are. Use the words.”

She was nearly weeping with frustration. “I want you in me. I want you to fuck me.”

He slammed his fingers in and out of her in a deep stroke as he pumped his erection with his other hand. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers?” His voice was a dark tease.

She shook her head. “No, Gil…please…no…I want your cock…inside of me.”

His thumb barely brushed over her clit, eliciting a moan. “Use all the words Sara.” He curled his fingers inside of her, causing her to whimper and push against him, hard. “I want you to use all the nasty words you’re too polite to say. If I don’t know what you want I might just jack myself off and come all over your ass.”

She lowered her head and raised her ass up higher. “I want your dick in my pussy.” She drew in a shaky breath. “I want you to pound your hard cock inside of my…cunt…I want you to make me come.”

Once she surrendered the words he wanted from her, he lined himself up and with a soft, “Good girl,” pushed the head of his cock inside, slowly. Sara pushed back against him as he moved forward and he was buried to the hilt inside of her warmth. “Yeah…” he breathed out. “Feels so good.” He pulled back and then thrust forward again in a long slow stroke. “So wet, so tight.” His hips moved back and arched forward again in an achingly deep move. “Open your eyes, Sara.”

Hazily, she did as she was told; she was face to face with her reflection from the mirror above the dresser, fair naked flesh, dark eyes and wild hair positioned on her hands and knees with Grissom on his knees behind her, his hands on her hips. His eyes met hers in the mirror as he thrust into her again at a deep and deliberate pace.

“Klatoptronophilia…sexual arousal from watching your sexual activity in a mirror.” Thrust. “It is quite erotic, isn’t it?” Thrust. “I can feel how your muscles are gripping me.” Thrust. “Your pussy is nothing but a hot, wet grip on my cock.” Thrust. “But I get to see you this way too.” Thrust. “Bury my prick all the way in you and watch your face while my fat cock drills your hole.” Thrust. “Watch your breasts bounce every time my dick hits your hot little slit.”

She felt faint; it was too much. She pushed back against him again and again listening to him articulating his basest desires, describing what he felt when he fucked her. His words added depth and texture to his thrusts and soon she was increasing the rhythm as she pushed her ass back against him. “You like it too don’t you?” He kept talking as he pumped into her. “You like fucking me.”

“I love fucking you,” she ground out, increasing her backward push against him, delighting in the smacking sound of flesh against flesh as he met her speed.

“Gonna fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, until I come deep, deep inside of you.” He was panting heavily, alternating his gaze between her ass and the mirror.

She was falling, but it was too slow. “Gris…” she pleaded.

Knowing what she wanted, what she needed, his hips picked up momentum and one hand left her hip and sought out her clit. One circle of his finger, a press and then another and she was flying over the precipice, bursting into light, coming and coming undone.

Feeling the clench of her muscles and hearing her gasping incoherencies, he felt his balls tighten and he arched into her, hard, pulling her back against him as he ground out, “Coming…coming inside you…shooting my cum up in you.”

She cried out his name as his frenzied thrusts pushed her further, prolonging her orgasm as her muscles gripped and seized his shooting cock. She felt him inside her, felt his cock spasm and she was swept away on another wave of pleasure so potent it tickled the border of painful pleasure.

His upper body collapsed onto her back, while his knees took most of his weight. The sound of their panting breath filling the air around them. He rested his cheek against the sweat dampened skin of her back, periodically pressing his lips against her shoulder, mumbling, “So good,” as his breath returned to normal.

After a few minutes he straightened, bringing her up with him. She hissed as he slipped out of her, but smiled when he wrapped his arms securely around her, placing sweet kisses and loving nips where her shoulders curved into her neck. His breath was hot against the sensitive skin as he breathed out the words, “I love you.”

She smiled softly as her arms covered his and she leaned back into him. “Those are words I’ll never get tired of hearing.”