Title: Fire and Ice
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to CSI. As well, I am not
making any profit from this. This was another challenge from Ann.
They were sifting through the back of the
refrigerated trailer quietly. He sighed heavily.
“This isn’t the right trailer, you know…”
“I was thinking the same thing…there’s nothing
here. Absolutely…nothing…” She glanced down at her watch, shining her
flashlight on it. “Maybe we should just head back to the lab and go back over
the…”
The slam of the heavy door swinging shut
rocked the trailer slightly.
“Shit!” Grissom made his way to the door as
quickly as possible, tripping on the boxes of frozen meat stacked haphazardly
in his path.
He pushed against the door, he pounded on the
door, he thought about kicking the door. “Dammit!” He
gave the door one last hard push and drew back his fist to hit it in
frustration. Shaking his head, he allowed his fist to unclench and drop
harmlessly to his side. A lot of good that would do.
You really don’t need a broken hand right now, Gil.
He muttered something incoherent under his
breath and turned to find Sara standing directly behind him. Shoving his hands
in his pockets, he offered her a weak smile.
“Don’t tell me we’re locked in here…”
He shrugged his shoulders lightly and leaned
against the wall of the trailer. “Okay.”
“Dammit,
Grissom!”
“What? I didn’t do it! I was back there with
you…”
“This is just…great…fucking great…” She gave him
a quick glare and shone her flashlight around their surroundings. “So…we’re in
the middle of the desert…in a refrigerated trailer…with no way out…Mag-Lites our only source of light…and…”
She pulled out her cellphone
and shook her head. “…no signal on the phones…”
“Well…we have each other to talk to…”
She huffed and rolled her eyes. “That’s
funny…since when do you want to talk to me?”
“Sara…”
“Just…shut up, okay?” She turned and began to
walk towards the back of the trailer.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s always warmer in the middle…it’s not
warm…but, warmer than this…and, I’m not exactly dressed for cold weather.”
He watched her silently for a moment. She
slumped down onto a box that was shoved against the wall. Wrapping her arms
around her torso, she grumbled to herself as he began making his way towards
her. She stifled her laughter as he tripped over a box and muttered an
obscenity.
“Go ahead, Sara...laugh.” His tone was not
light as he plopped down on a crate opposite of her and rubbed his shin.
Clearing her throat, she passed her flashlight
over him briefly. “You okay?”
“Fine...just fine...”
She flicked the light off and they sat in the
darkness...in the silence. The seconds ticked by slowly, making the minutes
seem like hours. She sighed lightly, wishing for the days that they could talk
about anything. She leaned back, resting her head against the wall and
shivered.
“It’s cold in here...”
She rolled her eyes. Gil Grissom, Expert of
Observation...boy, nothing gets by him does it? “Yeah...it tends to get
cold in a refrigerated truck.”
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed
his eyes. Sara Sidle, Queen of Sarcasm...of course, it was a stupid thing to
say. But...what the hell am I supposed to talk to her about? “Sorry...”
She noted his tone of exasperation, but
remained quiet. A chill raced up her spine and settled in her joints. She
shivered violently once.
Hearing her movement, he turned his flashlight
on and shone it in her general direction...careful to avoid her eyes with the
bright beam. “You okay, Sara?”
“I’m fine...I’m just...a little chilly, that’s
all.”
He bit his lip gently as he thought about what
he was getting ready to do. She could hit me...she might hit me...I wouldn’t
really blame her if she hit me. Hell, maybe it would help us both if she did.
He stood slowly and moved to the box directly beside of her. He hesitantly put
his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him.
“And...what are you
doing?”
He couldn’t help but sense her surprise.
“I’m...uh...just trying to keep you warm...”
“Oh...” She allowed his arm to stay around
her, and she allowed herself to lean against him...but, she didn’t allow
herself to relax. If I do that...well...he’ll think I’m
wanting something else. Who am I kidding? I DO want something
else...but, he’s made it pretty damn obvious that I’m not worth his time.
She sighed heavily.
“Sara...this will be easier if you relax...”
Her head shot up and she could feel him start
to blush. “I mean...you’ll start to warm up quicker if you relax...”
“Yeah...I guess so...”
He turned slightly towards her and leaned
against the wall. “Come here...”
“What?”
“Come here...” He pulled her against his chest
and wrapped both arms around her. His hands gently rubbed her back as she
rested her head on his shoulder.
Her breath tickled his neck as she softly
exhaled. His hands were definitely creating warmth...maybe not the kind of
warmth he had anticipated. Stop it Sara...he’s just trying to keep you from
freezing...this isn’t a sexual thing...stop...it...
“Sara?”
“Hmm?”
He took a deep breath as his hands slowed
their movements. “I...I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting towards you...”
She clamped her eyes shut and pulled her arms
between their bodies. “Why? Why did you push me away, Griss?”
His hands traveled
lower down her back. He swallowed and cleared his throat softly. “I...thought I
was doing the right thing...”
“Because of Hank?”
His stomach knotted at the mention of his name
and his hands stilled on her back. “No...not because
of...no.”
She placed her palms on his chest and pushed
back slightly...just enough to try to look at him. “Then why?”
“Because of...me...you...this...”
“This? What is this, Grissom?”
“I...well, I’m not really sure...I do know
that I haven’t been...happy...”
She huffed lightly. “When are you ever happy?”
“When I’m with you.”
“Then why...”
Her question was cut off abruptly by his lips pressing
against hers with an urgency that caught her by surprise. She slowly responded
to his kiss, her palms sliding up his chest and around his neck. His hands
gripped her back tightly and pulled her against him. His tongue gently prodded
at her lips, begging for entry. She complied eagerly, pulling the lithe muscle
into her mouth with no resistance.
He moaned softly as his tongue began a gentle
exploration. His fingers deftly untucked her shirt from her jeans and slid
underneath the thin fabric to touch her soft skin for the first time. She
shivered under his touch and wound her fingers tighter into his curls, savoring the sensations of his probing tongue.
He reluctantly pulled from her lips, smiling
at her whimper. He removed his right hand from her skin and reached for the
Mag-Lite resting on the floor. He quickly switched it on and set it on its end
on the crate beside of them. He smiled shyly at the question in her eyes.
“I...want to be able to see you...”
She blushed lightly as his fingers gently traced
over jawline to her swollen lips. She didn’t even
notice the numbness in her fingers as she began to slowly unbutton his shirt.
He flinched as the cold air hit his bare chest as she slid the garment from his
shoulders. She placed a soft kiss on his pectoral muscle before running her
tongue across the flesh. He shifted slightly to accommodate his growing
arousal.
She grinned at him as she leaned back and
pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor with his. His breath
caught in his chest as he gazed at her. She smiled seductively and reached
behind her back and unclasped her bra. He licked his lips and swallowed as she
slid the white lace off her shoulders.
His eyes settled on her hardened nipples and
he briefly wondered if they were erect due to the temperature or arousal. He
hoped for the latter.
She glanced down at his hands, resting on his
thighs, and then looked back into his eyes with a smile. “Griss?”
He choked out one syllable. “Yeah...”
She ran her fingers lightly down his chest,
grinning at the quiver beneath his skin. “Are you going to touch me?”
His shaking hands left his thighs and covered
her hips. He gazed into her eyes as his fingers lightly traveled
up her sides and across her belly. She leaned into him as he spread his hands
on her stomach and slid them up slowly to cover her breasts. He gently rubbed
his palms against her taut nipples, reveling in her
soft moans.
He sat up and bent his head as he removed his
hand. His tongue circled around her nipple before he sucked the hardened nub
into his mouth. Her left hand grasped the back of his head and held him to her.
Her right hand slid to the button on her jeans and pulled it free before
tugging the zipper down.
The metallic sound echoed against the
insulated walls. He pulled back and allowed her flesh to slip from his mouth.
He looked into her darkened eyes and realized that her passion was as deep as
his own.
Her hand caressed his thigh before moving slowly
towards his now-throbbing erection. She gently brushed across the hardness
before carefully undoing his pants. His eyes closed as she reached in and
softly began to stroke him.
Her mouth claimed his once more as he eased
his hand down the front of her jeans. He groaned into her mouth as his fingers
encountered the wetness there. She tightened her grip on his pulsing shaft as
his finger easily slid inside of her. She returned his groan.
She pulled back suddenly, causing his eyes to
snap open in alarm. “Sara...”
She released his hardened flesh and stared
into his eyes. She grabbed his arm as he began to remove his fingers from her.
Shaking her head, she smiled. “No...”
She rose up on her knees and pushed her jeans
down further, sliding them down her thighs. His cock twitched as he was allowed
his first look at her nearly naked body. Please...don’t let this be the
first and last time I see this...
He removed his hand from her hot center and pushed her gently backwards until she was lying
across the boxes against the wall. He pulled her jeans completely from her and
dropped them on the floor of the trailer. He stood slowly and removed his own
pants as he looked down at her.
He glanced around their surroundings,
wondering if the boxes would support the weight of both of them. He was sure
that they would...but...add movement to that weight...the boxes could collapse.
He sighed heavily and looked down at the pile of clothes littering the floor.
Well...we do always carry a change of clothes
in the Tahoe...
He quickly did the best he could with the
clothes and stood back up, offering his hand to her. She took it quickly and
allowed herself to be pulled from the boxes and into his arms.
“Sara...are you
sure?”
She answered him with a kiss and lowered themselves to the floor. She shifted slightly beneath him
and raised her legs around his hips.
“I’m sorry, Sara...this isn’t...how I imagined
this...”
She smiled sweetly at him and ran her fingers
through his hair. “You’ve imagined this?”
He nodded and leaned down to kiss her.
“Yes...well...not this exactly...but...making love to you...yes...”
Her fingers dug into his shoulderblades
as he slowly entered her. He groaned as he felt her heat capture him. He moved
slowly within her with long, deep strokes...savoring
the moment. Silently praying that there would be more to
come. That this wasn’t just a one-time thing, brought on by the cold
temperature and boredom.
She pushed her hips against his, meeting each
thrust...urging him for more. “Please...Griss...”
He smiled down at her before moving his lips
to her neck. He gently nibbled briefly before sucking her soft skin into his
mouth as he quickened his thrusts into her. She ran her hands over the small
beads of sweat that had miraculously appeared on his back. For a split second,
she worried about him overheating in a cold environment. That’s not a good
thing to happen...he could get sick...cold, flu...
Her thought was broken by a hard thrust
against her g-spot. The thought was lost as her fluids spilled over him and she
screamed his name. The contractions of her inner walls proved to be too much
for him. He held her tightly and moaned her name as his orgasm overtook him
with one last thrust.
Her legs released him as he rolled onto his
side and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her softly as their breathing
calmed. The cold breeze hit his back and he shivered violently.
“Griss...we need to
get dressed. It’s cold in here...” Her voice was tinged with concern.
He nodded in agreement and helped her up. She
smiled as they redressed and ran her hand across his chest.
“Your shirt is...uh...wet...”
He grinned. “Yeah...it is.” He inhaled deeply.
“It smells like...you...”
She blushed heavily and sat down beside of him
on their box. She settled into his arms and rested her head on his chest.
“Sara?”
“Yeah?” She turned her head to look into his eyes.
“Where...well...where do we go from here?”
She smiled in adoration. “Well, I
thought...maybe...when we actually get out of here...we could...uh...go to your
place?”
He released the breath he had been holding and
returned her smile. “I’d really like that...”
He leaned forward to kiss her and the sound of
a heavy latch being lifted stopped his progression. His head snapped towards
the door as the bright sunlight of the desert made its presence known.
“Mr. Grissom?!”
He stood quickly and grabbed Sara’s hand,
pulling her with him. “Yeah! We’re back here!”
A tall, lanky man clambered into the trailer.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Grissom. The prop didn’t hold...and I had gone to lunch.” He
gave the two a quick glance over. “Are y’all okay?”
Grissom climbed out of the truck and helped
Sara down, protectively placing his arm around her. “We’re fine...just a little
cold.”
“You two look a little flushed. I’ll get you
some coffee.” He turned to walk away, stopping only when Grissom called to him.
“It’s okay...we’re going to head back
to...check on some things. Your truck was clean Mr. Andrews.”
Sara hid her grin as she climbed into the
Tahoe and watched the two men talk. His clothes are wrinkled and wet...mine
are a disaster. Oh yeah...Andrews knows exactly what went on in the back of his
truck.
She smiled as he climbed into the driver’s
seat and turned the ignition switch. He turned to look at her and grinned. “You
ready to go?”
She nodded quickly. “If we’re still going to
your house...”
He chuckled and gave her a wink. “There’s no
place I’d rather go, Sara.”
He pulled out of the parking lot and headed
towards his townhouse. She shifted in her seat to look at him. “Griss?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you happy?”
He grinned broadly and looked into her eyes,
his blue irises twinkling. “Valde beatus, Sara.”
She laughed lightly. “Latin...why am I not
surprised?”
He took her hand into his and squeezed it
lightly. “Are you? Happy, I mean...”
She grinned and leaned over, kissing his cheek
softly. “Valde, Gil.”
His laughter resonated in the confines of the
vehicle. He turned into his parking lot. The thought didn’t escape him that he
was also turning into a new life...a life with Sara...his Sara.
He smiled happily as they walked up to his
door, hand in hand. Yes... nunc talis mirabilis vigor
habeo...
~ End