Title: What Dreams May Come
Author: TyriaT (Carri)
Rating: Definitely M – Mature
Pairings: GSR
Disclaimer: No they are not mine. I just like to take them out and have
them dance for me.
A/N: I blame my beta for this one. If she hadn’t put me to work researching, this wouldn’t have been written. Something I thought up while listening to the commentary on “Invisible Evidence.” Companion to “Going Crazy”.
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It had now been a month since that first time they fell asleep together. For the first week, that’s all they did; fall asleep…with some making out first, of course.
It was almost painful for them during work. They were becoming so used to being able to touch the other, and wanting to touch the other. But they had talked and agreed, no touching at work. Grissom was frustrated and Sara was snapping at everything.
And people were starting to notice. Catherine, of course, was the one to call him on it after she kept her promise and confronted Grissom about why he had blushed. He feigned the excuse of being embarrassed about backing into a dumpster. Catherine’s final remark was to the effect that it must have been a large dent if he was holding a grudge that long.
Away from work, they both refused to lose contact with one another, and would go out of their way to find little ways of keeping that connection. She would lay her head in his lap reading a forensic magazine, while he watched a baseball game and ran his fingers through her hair. He would eat with his left hand just so he could hold her left hand during breakfast.
Each day they would meet at either at Sara’s apartment or Grissom’s townhouse and spend the day together. They would begin with eating breakfast, followed by a nice session of making out, until one or the other pulled back. Then they would fall into bed for sleep. When they woke up, they would kiss a little more and spend a few hours together until the other had to go back to their respective places to get ready for work.
Every encounter they had they would go a little further; kissing and roaming hands outside clothing, kissing and roaming hands underneath clothing, certain pieces of clothing removed. Until, finally, Sara had reached her limit. She knew Grissom would not move things along until she said something. She was the one who decided they needed to slow down, so she would have to be the one to pick up the pace.
They were busy making out on her bed, and he had already pulled off her shirt, when she decided to give him her surprise. “I got something for you.”
“Hmmmm,” he asked into her skin while still kissing her neck.
She smiled at his response, opened the drawer in her nightstand and slid something into his hand which was currently at her breast.
As soon as the item was placed in his hand, he stopped; stopped kissing, stopped breathing. His entire body tensed as he slowly raised his head and looked at the foil covered condom in his hand. He rolled it in his fingers as he examined it with his eyes. Then his eyes sought hers almost to ask if she was sure. She smiled, put her hand against his cheek and kissed him passionately. It took him a second to catch on, but then he was kissing her right back, and they made love for the first time.
The next day at work things were much calmer. The group, especially Catherine, was slightly suspicious that they both were more relaxed on the same day. But Sara and Grissom went out of their way to avoid each other, so one by one the others each shrugged it off to coincidence. Although the whole reason Grissom and Sara were taking such pains to not run into the other was to keep things secret. They were afraid that if they spent any amount of time together, the others would know instantly, and they needed to keep this to themselves…for now.
Touching often escalated into more, so they made out everywhere; the kitchen, the couch, up against the door. But they always had to go back to the bedroom because one or the other would forget to have a condom on them. Apparently, even with their high IQ’s and memory, they couldn’t remember this one tiny item.
Sara, taking the initiative, made an appointment with her doctor. As she was leaving the appointment with a prescription, she thought, I should have done this ages ago.
A week later finds them making out on the couch again. Grissom has gone about as far as he dares, and shifts to push himself off the couch. Sensing this, Sara pulls him closer to her and kisses his neck. Between kisses she says, “I went to the doctor last week.”
His brows pushed together in confusion, Grissom raises his head to look at her. “Is there something wrong?”
“No.” Their shirts long gone, she begins to take her pants off.
“Why are you telling me now, and not then?”
Her pants and underwear thrown to the floor, she turns her attention to taking his off. “Because there was no reason to mention it before, and I didn’t want you to worry.”
He places his hands on top of hers just as she is about to slide his boxers off. “Stop,” he says in frustration. “No reason?” His eyes search her face. “You’re not sick?”
“I’m not sick.” She leans up and kisses him. “I just decided to go on the pill.”
He’s still for a second as his brain realizes what she is saying. Then he growls, burying his face in her neck and allowing her hands to work his boxers off. “What is it about our sex life that makes you think I need to be surprised?”
She groans when he kisses his way to her breasts. “I just like knowing I can shock the unflappable Gil Grissom.”
“Payback’s a bitch you know,” he says aligning himself with her.
“Looking forward to it…Ahhhhh,” she replies as he enters her.
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Grissom knew he had to assign Sara to work with him from time to time, but he teamed them as little as possible. He definitely did not want Catherine poking around.
It was one of these times where he almost got them into trouble. They were working a crime scene, a burglary gone wrong. In order to keep them separate, he took the outside and sent Sara inside to get a look around. He was examining the flower bed in front of the picture window that was the burglar’s means of escape. Just as he was about to get a closer look at a shoeprint in the dirt, the curtains were suddenly flung open.
He saw her, arms raised against the white wall behind her for only a second, and suddenly he was hit with a flash of them in another room, at another time. They were standing very close together, and he had her wrists in his hands. The vision is so powerful he completely lost his entire thought process. His breathing picked up its pace and he was driven to enter the house in some kind of unconscious attempt to bring that vision to life. Just as he entered the living room, his cell went off. Sara turned her head sharply at the sound. She was surprised to find that he had entered the house. He shut his eyes tightly, heaved a big sigh, and answered his phone; eternally grateful for the interruption.
“Grissom.” He turned around, putting his back to Sara, desperate to put some kind of space between them.
She turned back to examining the broken glass, but after he closed his phone, she asked, “Anything wrong?”
He turned back to Sara and could see her curious stare. She glanced outside and then brought her gaze back to him, as if to ask what he was doing inside the house. He cleared his throat, “I, uh, thought I saw something that needed a closer look.” Unable to completely control the emotion in that moment, he knew his eyes betrayed the heat he was feeling.
“Gil…” she said softly.
He held up a hand. “Don’t. I know. I’m going back outside. Let me know when you’re done in here.” He hurried quickly out of the house and went straight back to collecting the shoeprint. As he loses himself in the collection of evidence, a plan begins to form.
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After their shift is done, Sara drives directly to the townhouse and knocks on the door. She starts talking as soon as Grissom lets her inside. “What happened-…”
Grissom kisses her silent. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”
She raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Oh?”
“Do you trust me?” He looks very serious as he searches her face.
“With my life,” she responds without having to think about it.
As soon as the words are out of her mouth, he kisses her passionately and forces her against the wall. Pinning her with his hands grasping her wrists which are then placed on the wall at the same level as her head. Instead of keeping some space between their bodies, he is flush against her, pressing her into the wall, and she can feel just what this display is doing to him.
Grissom stops to catch his breath, and finds that they both are breathing very hard. “A while, huh? It wouldn’t happen to have been since that case of Warrick’s got tossed in the prelim, would it?”
“Well, it took me some time to catch on while you were talking. After you left, I couldn’t get the picture of us out of my head. Then today for some reason, it flashed into my head at the scene. It’s one of my clearest dreams.”
She grins. “Well, here’s to making dreams come true.”
Since she can’t move her hands she brings her face to his, kissing him hard. He instantly responds to her kiss and presses their bodies together more; yearning to get closer. Like before he moves his hands to her waist. Unlike before, he goes slowly. He runs his hands lightly down her arms. She begins to move her arms down to hold onto him, but he brings his hands back up to hold her wrists in place. “Don’t move,” he says between kisses. His hands once again move down her arms. She squirms a little when he trails over her armpits. The corner of his mouth turns up when he remembers about the time he had discovered that Sara had some very ticklish spots.
His hands keep moving until he finally reaches her waist. Instead of planting his hands on the wall beside her, this time he curls his hands around her sides running his thumbs up and down under her tank top. He trails kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
“Gris…mmm…can I…uhh…move now?”
He licks her collarbone then blows lightly over it causing her flesh to goosebump. “I’m not done yet.” His hands move further up her chest to her breasts. One moves up her back to unclasp the bra, while the other fondles her breast bringing the nipple to a tight bud.
“Will…oh yeah…you let me know…ah Gil!” She stops speaking when he takes a nipple into his mouth through her shirt.
He lifts his head to look at her. “You’ll know,” is all he says before pulling her shirt and bra completely off and kissing his way back to her breasts.
While his mouth is lathering them both with attention, his hands move down. He runs his hands inside the back of the waistband to cup her ass through her panties, forcing their crotches even closer together.
“Gil,” she moans. Her hands are clenching and unclenching against the wall with the effort it takes not to move them.
He is about to move lower when he suddenly straightens, gives her a kiss on the mouth and says, “Be right back.”
Sara groans in protest wondering what on earth could be more important than what they were doing. She opens her eyes to see him snatch a pillow off the couch. As he hurries back to her, he sees her trying to hold in her laughter. He drops the pillow on the floor in front of her and kisses her hard. “No old jokes.”
She smirks. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
He promptly wipes the smirk off her face by sucking a nipple into his mouth and running his tongue all around it.
Now with cushioning in place, he begins his trek downwards. He unfastens her pants, but leaves her panties in place. His fingers torment her by tracing the openings of her panties as his mouth bypasses the covered area entirely, kissing and licking along her legs. His mouth moves from her knees, down to her ankles, and back up to her knees. When he reaches her thighs, he slows down and kisses and nibbles to his hearts content. Finally, from Sara’s way of thinking, his one hand moves under her panties and covers her mound. His fingers slip between her lips to find that she is already exceptionally wet.
He moves his mouth up and runs his tongue along her slit, through her panties. Sara is begging now. Grissom has quickly brought her to such a fevered pitch, and she desperately needs a release.
He gently pulls down her panties and has her step out of them and her pants, which were already pooled at her feet. Once she is bared before him, he wastes no time, and two fingers are moving between her lips, occasionally touching her clit. He watches her face as he slides those two fingers back and then pushes them into her.
“AH,” she exclaims sharply, then begins moaning as he pumps his fingers in and out. The need to taste her drives him to push her legs further apart so that his hungry mouth can gain access to her glistening wet slit.
“Gil! Oh God, Gil!”
Her cries incite him to push his fingers faster into her. His tongue finds her clit and he begins to lick, suck and nibble on it.
Her hands leave the wall for a second, to push his face into her. She then remembers his command not to move, and slams her hands against the wall. Suddenly she tenses. “Oh God Gil…I’m gonna…GIL!!” She screams.
He continues to lathe the tender bud until her orgasm has passed and she starts to slide down the wall; her legs easily feeling like jello. He stands quickly and holds her in his strong arms. “You ok?”
She pulls his face to hers for a soft kiss. “Mmmm. Yeah, just give me a minute.”
“Let’s get you someplace more comfortable,” he says as he lifts her up. Her legs wrap loosely around him, her head buried in his neck.
As he carries her into the bedroom, she begins kissing his neck and jaw. He chuckles. “Someone seems to have recovered.”
“Mmmmm,” is her only response as she kisses his lips.
When he reaches the bed, he pulls away from her lips and tells her to hold on. She tightens her arm and leg hold on him as he puts his hands down on the bed to lower her gently upon it. She slides herself back on the bed as he crawls along with her on his hands and knees, kissing while they move. When she is far enough on the bed, Grissom presses his body against hers and now she can feel his erection pressing into her through his pants.
“Hmm, someone is wearing way too much.”
He lifts himself up enough to allow her to unfasten his pants and push them down with his boxers. He rolls off her to take them all the way off before rolling back on top of her.
“Much better,” she says as she encircles his cock with her hand. He instantly groans into her mouth with the contact and thrusts involuntarily, her hand causing his cock to harden further. She moves her fingers to the head and spreads the moisture she finds all over the tip.
“Sara,” he moans.
She spreads her legs further and guides his cock into her waiting and eager center. When she lets go, he thrusts deeply into her, loving the feel of her walls closing around him. He pulls back out and starts thrusting slow and shallow, his mouth on her lips and neck, and his hands fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples, allowing her to catch up to his level of arousal.
When her breathing becomes more labored, she groans out, “Gil, harder.”
At her command, he starts to pick up the pace and thrusts deeper and deeper into her core. He feels himself getting close to release, so he moves one hand down to tease her clit a little more. Grissom’s touch causes Sara’s moans to increase in volume and intensity.
“Oh God, Gil. I’m so close. Harder, Gil. Please.”
The sound of his first name from Sara still gives him great pleasure, and he finds himself having to concentrate harder to prevent releasing his orgasm too soon. Luckily, he hears her voice catch, then she screams his name just before her walls squeeze down on his now throbbing cock. That extra pressure is too much for him. “Sara,” he growls loudly as his release joins hers.
Spent, but not wanting to crush her, he collapses onto his side, rolling her towards him so that they are lying there facing each other. Her head burrows into his neck, her arm and leg still draped over his side. He rests his chin on top of her head and hugs her closer.
Sara sighs contently. “If you have any more dreams, feel free to share.”
He thinks for a minute. “Well, remember that time you were smelling like a decomp for days…”
She raises her head and stares at him in disbelief.
He tries to hold back a smirk as he continues, “…and you needed…”
Sara kisses him silent. “Maybe not all dreams weren’t meant to be lived.” Suddenly she raises her head in shock. “You did this on purpose,” she accuses.
“Mmmm,” he asks, his face a mask of innocence?
“You…this is because of the pills isn’t it?”
“Actually this is for the condom, I’m still working on a plan for the pills.”
“But…the condom happened ages ago.”
He pulls her back to him, giving her a kiss on the top of her head. “Revenge IS a dish best served cold.”