Who Saw It Coming?

TITLE: Who Saw It Coming?

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: CSI: Las Vegas

SHIP: ?? / ??

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Smut… Glorious Smut

SPOILERS: Season Nine

UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 9, GENERAL. Two of the CSI team members are doing something they probably shouldn’t be, but who saw it coming and how could they stop something so right.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own CSI: Las Vegas. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators, writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Strong, warm arms slid under hers and wrapped around her midriff as she stood in front of her dressing table and she leaned back against his solid form, feeling his chest rise and fall against the expanse of her back through the cotton of her t-shirt. “Hello there.” He whispered into the shell of her ear and she shifted slightly to the side until she could rest her neck on his shoulder and turn her head to offer him her lips. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in his touch and his kiss as he craned his head and captured her lips in a slow, but probing kiss, his hands pulling her tee out of he waistband of her jeans and lightly caressing her flat, taut abdomen.

He broke the kiss with a series of sucking pecks and she felt his lips curve into a smile before they finally left hers and she sighed softly. “How was your shift?” he enquired, unbuckling her belt and undoing the snaps on the front of her pants. “Busy.” She responded simply, widening her stance as he slipped his hand into her panties to slide his fingers slowly through her swelling and moistening folds. As, tired as she was after a long hard night, she had been looking forward to this and her anticipation fueled her arousal. “And, your day off?” she returned his interest. “Relaxing, but I missed you.” He replied as she rubbed the back of her head against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed and a soft moan escaping her lips as his strong, nimble fingers explored her causing little surges of pleasure.

“You really did miss me.” She noted as she pressed her denim-clad ass back against the throbbing tube of his erection that tented the front of his boxers. “Yeah… I‘ve been having a really hard time without you.” He murmured and she lightly bit her lower lip as his thumb rubbed spiraling little circles over her clit and two of his fingers delved into her flexing, clenching channel to be coated by her copious sex grease. Her hips undulated of their own accord, wanting to press against his hand as well as his manhood. The fingers of his other hand drew a tingling trail along her skin, sliding up under her t-shirt to cup and caress her breast while playing with her erect nipple. “You really need to start wearing a bra to work. It’s kind of distracting.” He suggested as he rolled and tweaked her nipple gently, his lips sucking and his tongue lapping at the side of her neck while she curved her arm around his neck to cradle the back of his head. “Why? My vest covers the telltale signs and it’s comfortable.” She argued without any heat.

“You don’t always wear your vest and… and if you must know, it gets me hard knowing you’re not wearing one. So, like I said, distracting.” He elaborated as he continued to pleasure her with his hands. An extra thrill ran through her, as well as a fresh flood of cream at his words. “You’ve always known?” she asked quietly. “Since the first day you started.” He admitted freely with a soft, warm chuckle. “Now, can I get you naked and into bed?” he offered in a sultry growl and she could see blatant hunger blazing in the dark eyes of his reflection in the mirror in front of them. “Uh Uh… she disagreed with a slow shake of her head. “I want it right here, just like this. If my head hits a pillow right now, and don’t take this the wrong way, no matter how good it is, there’s a good chance I’ll fall asleep on you.” She countered as she placed her hand over his on her breast to encourage him to fondle it a bit harder. “Poor Baby… You’re dead on your feet. Maybe I should just put your to bed. We can finish this later.” He proposed thoughtfully, his hands stilling, but still applying warm pressure against her sex and breast.

“Don’t be mean. You know that’s not what I want.” She told him, not quite able to keep a dissatisfied whine out of her tone. She saw his eyebrow rise and his lips twitch in amusement. “It isn’t? Really?” he asked in mock, overdramatic surprise. “Then… What is it you want? He wondered with a comical expression of confusion and thoughtfulness on his rugged, clean cut features. She bucked slightly against his hand to get his fingers moving again, but he wouldn’t comply. She sighed heavily and the shook her head with a wry smile. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” she verified and he nodded with smug, childish grin that made him look suddenly years younger.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and fixed her lighter eyes on his dark ones in the mirror and let her tongue peek out to make a slow seductive circuit of her lips. “I want you to take me, bend me over and take me. I want you inside me. I want you to make me cum. I want to go to sleep with the feel of your seed inside me and… I want it now.” She informed him slowly and clearly so that there was no misunderstanding as to her desire, her eyes flashing him a challenge, her eyebrow arching to ask if he understood. “God, you’re so damn hot.” He breathed and his hands were once again in action, fondling and fingering with renewed vigor and she pressed into the stimulation by rocking her hips and rolling her shoulder.

“Lift your arms.” He instructed and she complied, immediately missing his fingers as he pulled his hand from her panties. It made her snatch twitch to see him stick them in his mouth and suck her juices off them with relish before pulling her t-shirt up and off. The material sliding across them with warm friction left her charged nipples and skin tingling and the air felt wonderful and cooler than it actually was, but the heat of his hands was even better as he cupped and caressed them for a moment before letting them slide lower. She wriggled to help him as he dug his fingers under the sides of her panties and pushed both them and her jeans off her hips. He pushed them down past her knees and let gravity take them the rest of the way to pool around her feet. She was grateful she’d kicked her boots of as soon as she’d gotten into her apartment and she was able to simply step out of them to leave her naked before him.

It had started accidentally and innocently enough, by just staying behind after the others have left the diner to sit and chat. He wasn’t her type, but he was strangely easy to talk to. After that they had late lunches and early dinners, rock climbing and hiking outings. It never occurred to her that they were dating until they went to a matinee movie and she didn’t really care what movie they were watching, it was just that easy. Things came to a head when they both had the same day off and she’d invited him up to her apartment for coffee. They had just had breakfast at the diner and were at her front door. She saw him freeze for a moment and then he stepped in and kissed her.

It started off soft and hesitant, but the moment she returned it, he very confidently took control and she willingly surrendered to him with a hunger that even surprised her. She had reached back and blindly opened her door to allow him to walk them into the cool dimness of her living room. He kicked the door closed behind them and things had developed from there. They never even made it to the bed that first time, the last of the clothes being shed halfway across her living room and the nearest port of call ended up being her sofa. After the initial frenzy, they had slowed down and they explored each other in intimate detail and their lovemaking was slow and gentle, yet her orgasm hit like nothing she had experienced before.

She pressed back into his hands as he fondled her ass for a moment before sliding one up along her spine until it rested between her shoulder blades. She splayed her hands out on the surface of the dressing table, pushing aside her hairbrush and the assorted odds and end she’d left out as he bent her forward by applying steady pressure. She resisted just a little and he chuckled. She groaned and bent forward, spreading her legs and again widening her stance to give him access when his hand slid between her legs and his fingers slid through the length of her slit to lightly frig her exposed and already buzzing clit. She let her head drop forward as he sent waves of delight rippling into her, her corn blonde hair forming a soft shifting curtain in front of her and hiding his reflection. His hand slid down her back and then disappeared and a moment later so did the one stimulating her sex. She didn’t have much time to mourn its loss, as a moment later she felt the thick, pointed head of his cock being rubbed through her folds and his other hand lightly grasped her hip.

She shifted back when he found her entrance, but he shifted back as well, teasing her. She made a sound of frustration and dissatisfaction when he did it again. She thrust back harder in an attempt to catch him off guard and get what she wanted, but he anticipated her and she let out a gasped cry as he slammed forward instead of retreating and he lanced into her core with a fiery trail of pleasurable friction in a single, hard, fast stroke. She groaned, breathing heavily and squirming back against him as he circled his hips to grind into her while her reluctant flesh flexed and twisted around thick, pulsing length as she adjusted to his welcome invasion. His tongue swirled wet patterns up between her shoulder blades and onto the nape of her neck before he nibbled and sucked at where her shoulder and neck met. His hands slid over her ribs, tickling slightly before they lightly explored the curves of her breasts with feather light touches that deliberately skirted her hard nipples.

She started to rock back and forth slowly to encourage him to start moving and he did with short, shallow strokes. They slowly increased their range of movement until they found a steady comfortable rhythm with him driving in and out of her with delicious surges of pleasure as he used a firm, but gentle grip on her breasts to pull her back onto him while his thumbs had started to roll her nipples at the same time. His tongue continued to draw mysterious wet patterns across her shoulders while his lips left warm blooms of pressure as she rolled and circled her hips to stir her molten core with his thick, long thrusting member. In a strained, low whisper he told her how beautiful she was, how wonderful she felt, how he had been waiting for her, wanting her all day and his words excited her as much as his body was, adding fuel to the fire that drove her building climax ever closer to boiling point in the furnace of her loins. She groaned, moaned, panted and gasped her appreciation as words escaped her as the tension of her impending climax made her taut belly start to quiver with increasing frequency.

The long day she’d had and the weariness she’d felt getting home was completely forgotten as she enthusiastically matched him stroke for stroke, thrusting back as well as bracing herself to absorb the wonderful shockwaves of his pelvis colliding with her firm, rounded ass. She lifted her head slowly and when his lips left her skin, she flicked her hair back and to the side. She turned her face and his hand left her breast to rake the last stray wisps of her hair out of her face as he craned around to hungrily capture her lips. They sucked at each other’s lips and then their tongues were tangling and wrestling as they ground against each other. She broke the kiss when breathing became an issue. He drove soft cries from her on heavy puffs of breath as he restarted his wild, pounding pace. Her teeth worried at her kiss-swollen lower lip as his fingertips drew five hot trails from just below her breasts and down over her trembling torso to find the livewire of her buzzing clitoris.

She started to pant faster and then cried out at the surge of electric energy that tensed and contracted her muscles in hard spasms that mingled pain with pleasure. A shudder ran through her as he thrust hard into her and she made a sharp, stuttering cry as the intense pleasure overwhelmed her and her climax blazed across her senses like sheet lightning. She heard him gasp and grunt, ever the stoic as her sex locked, flexed and squeezed around him with crushing force, which the steel of his shaft not only withstood, but pulsed and expanded against as he added the liquid heat of his essence to her own torrent of sex grease. Delight swept across her on a tidal wave of sensation that swept away everything besides the feel of the one who had help create it. He bucked against her, driven by the force of his climax, his body hard and tense against her back and started another cascade of ecstatic, nerve-jangling orgasmic pulses.

They were both breathing hard, his breath tickling the back of her neck before she slumped forward away from him from her hand onto her forearms. He immediately wrapped his arms around her torso, supporting her weight as her legs trembled as the supercharged, overload of her orgasm left her momentarily drained of strength even as she felt more alive than ever. He lowered his head and she murmured wordlessly as his lips glided along her skin and he lightly nuzzled her neck. Her groan mixed with his deeper one as he slid free of her and she let him guide her into a standing position. She felt completely relaxed and simply leaned back against him, his slick, limp manhood comfortably nestled in the crack of her ass for a moment until he slowly spun her to face him. She wrapped her arms around him as he did the same and they kissed, slow and languid, her tongue slowly tangling and sensuously undulating with his, her breasts flattening and sliding against his hard, hairless chest and her eyes fluttering closed to better enjoy the sensation.

She squeaked in surprise and then laughed as he suddenly broke the kiss and scooped her up into his strong arms. “Let’s get you to bed, Riley. You’ve had a long, hard night.” He told her as she hooked an arm around his neck and rested her cheek on his shoulder as he carried her toward the bed. “Speaking of long and hard, that was great, Nick. Exactly what I needed.” She thanked him and couldn’t stifle the girlish giggle at his uncharacteristically self-satisfied grin and twinkle in his eye as he lowered her gently to the bed. He held the covers for her and she slid under them where, a moment later, he joined her and molding himself to her back, slid an arm under hers and around her waist. She captured his hand and laced her fingers with his as she clutched it lightly to her breasts, warm, sated and comfortable with the lethargy of exertion that was the hallmark of great sex taking over her body.

“Good morning.” He bid her with a soft kiss to her shoulder, his voice furry with drowsiness as he settled and stilled behind her. “It definitely has been.” She muttered sleepily, her eyelids drooping and her breathing slowing. “Happy in the arms of Nick Stokes, who would have seen that coming?” she thought with bemused wonder before she let slumber carry her away.

THE END