Title: Coming Home

Author: Banned-she (aka IrishDachsie)

Pairing: Grissom/Sara

Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: The author does not own CSI. No profit is being made from this story.

As he moved his key towards the lock to his front door, it suddenly swung open. Startled, he jumped back. A smile quickly formed on his face at the sight of her standing there wearing only one of his shirts.

"I missed you."

He quickly walked through the doorway and pulled her into his arms, kicking the door closed with his foot. "Did you?" He leaned in for a kiss.

"Mm-hmm", she murmured against his lips.

"Good...I...missed...you...too." He murmured between the gentle kisses.

She loved the feel of his strong arms holding her against him. "I hate my nights off."

He laughed as he took her hand and led her to the sofa. "You've always hated your nights off."

"Yeah...but now, I hate them for a different reason."

He raised his eyebrow at her. "And that would be..."

She snuggled closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. "Because I'm not with you."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Well, I'm here now." She raised her head and looked into his eyes. His hand reached her face and gently touched her skin. "Did you get any sleep?"

She smiled at his touch. She couldn't help it. Everytime he touched her, the smile would form. "A little...not much."

He returned her smile. "Are you tired?"

Her fingers had already begun working on the buttons of his shirt. "No...are you?"

He inhaled sharply as her fingers grazed his chest. "Uh-uh."

She bent her head and gently licked his skin, moving slowly to his nipple. She let her teeth gently scrape against the small nub before allowing her tongue to slide across it. His eyes involuntarily closed as she softly suckled on his flesh. "Sara..."

Her hands slid down his torso, stopping only when she reached the buckle of his belt. His hand slipped under the shirt she was wearing and caressed her back. Her mouth moved to his other nipple as she worked his belt free and began the careful process of unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His eyes slowly opened and he watched as her tongue flicked across his skin. He took a deep breath and licked his lips.

His hand brought her face back up to his. His lips brushed against hers briefly before his tongue softly prodded against her lips, silently begging for access to her mouth. She smiled. As if he has to ask. Her lips parted, granting his entrance. His tongue slowly swirled around hers as his hands pulled her on top of him. Her legs settled on either side of him. Her hands immediately wound themselves in his curls. She moaned lightly into his mouth as she felt his fingers swiftly unbuttoning her shirt.

She relinquished his hair long enough for him to push the garment from her shoulders, letting it fall softly to the floor. His mouth slowly left hers as he gently tilted her away from him slightly. He leaned into her, letting his tongue caress her breast. Her hands rested on his shoulders, pulling him closer. Her back arched into him as his teeth gently nipped at her already erect nipple. He smiled against her skin as he heard her moan his name.

His hands held her hips as he licked his way to her other nipple. She slowly ground against him, bringing a moan from his lips.

"Gil.."

"Hmm?"

"You're...oh...still...dressed..."

"Mm-hmm."

"Well...don't you...um...think..."

He abandoned her flesh to look up at her. "Stand up."

"Huh?"

"Stand up."

Thinking he was wanting to get rid of his clothes, she moved to get off of his lap. He quickly slid his arms around her waist. "No..." Puzzled, she looked at him. "Stand up here." He gestured to the sofa.

Slowly, she did as he asked, still not sure of his request. Her unspoken questions were quickly answered. He tilted his head upwards and let his hands roam up her legs. His tongue darted out and made contact with her inner thigh...slowly working his way to his destination. His hands rested on the backs of her thighs as he gently parted her lips with his tongue.

The air rushed out of her lungs. One hand grasped the back of the couch as her other grasped the soft curls on the back of his head. "Gil!"

His tongue slowly entered her as his hands moved farther up and gently squeezed her ass. She pressed herself against his mouth. His tongue slid out of her and moved to her clitoris. She moaned louder as his tongue pressed against her. He gently sucked it between his teeth and nibbled lightly on it. Her hips began to thrust against him. He could feel the quiver in her legs, fighting to hold herself up.

"Oh...God...Gil...please...oh..."

He smiled as he increased his pressure on her, quickly sliding two fingers inside of her. Her body shuddered violently and she screamed his name. For a brief moment, he wondered if his neighbors were home. Then he decided he didn't really care.

Her knees gave way and she fell into his waiting arms, panting heavily. His mouth found hers and she could feel the wetness on his face. He gently laid her on her back and stood, quickly shedding his open shirt and kicking the rest of his clothes off into the floor.

He settled in between her legs and lovingly licked her juices from her thighs before pressing a soft kiss to her quivering mound. He slowly moved up her body, leaving a trail of gentle kisses over her skin.

She opened her glazed eyes and met his smiling blue ones. "Please...make love...to me...Gil..."

He placed a tender kiss on her lips. "No need to beg, sweetheart."

She somehow found the energy to lift her tired legs and wrap them around his waist as he slowly guided himself into her. "Oh...Sara..." He began slowly thrusting inside of her, fighting to keep his eyes open to gaze at her.

Her hands slid up his back, now coated with a thin layer of sweat. His fingers gently brushed through her hair. "Please...open your...eyes, honey."

She struggled to make her lids slowly slide open. They gazed into each other's eyes, silently speaking words of love and trust. He smiled as her eyes slowly closed and he felt her clench around him. Her mouth opened slightly, letting her guttural moan escape. He pressed his lips to her neck, moaning her name as his orgasm coursed through him.

He gently pulled from her and they both shifted so that they were lying side by side, face to face. She smiled and tenderly kissed his lips, letting her fingers play with the soft, sweat-drenched, curls on the back of his head.

She looked into his eyes and wondered what was going through his head. "What are you thinking about?"

He smiled sweetly at her. "That I love coming home now."

She laughed lightly. "Me too." She pressed another soft kiss to his lips. "Are you tired now?"

His fingers ran through her dark, damp hair. "Mm-hmm...you?"

She cuddled into his arms, letting her eyes close. "Yeah."

The last thing she remembered was his arms holding her tightly to him as he whispered "I love you."

~ End

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