Title: M is for…
Author: IrishDachsie

Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
A/N: Written for Mossley…

"You’re chasing rabbits again, Sara…"

Grissom paused outside the door and sighed as he eavesdropped on the conversation. He shook his head as he wondered just how many times he’d have to have the same discussion with her.

"Jim, I know what I’m doing…"

Brass exhaled forcefully. "You know what happens if you chase more than one rabbit?"

Sara folded her arms over her chest and smirked at the detective. "You lose all of them. Been talking to Grissom?"

Grissom couldn’t help but smile at the mention of his name.

"What?"

Sara shook her head in slight amusement. "Nothing…just something that happened a while back…"

Jim leaned against the wall and smiled gently at her. "How much sleep have you gotten while working this case?"

"You have been talking to him. I’m fine…really…"

"Look, Sara…it’s almost Christmas…" He sighed as she stared at him. Knowing she wasn’t going to back down, he changed tactics. "Have you finished your shopping?"

Sara grinned, forcing the laughter back down. "I’ve bought…one gift."

"Grissom’s?" The smirk played at his lips as he watched her reaction.

"Actually…no. Warrick’s." Her eyes shifted towards the computer screen. "I have no idea what to get Grissom…"

"A key to your house?"

Sara’s eyes snapped back to Brass. She felt the heat creeping up the back of her neck. "What?"

Jim chuckled as he pushed himself away from the wall. "I may not be a CSI, Sara…but I am capable of interpreting the evidence that’s thrown at me…"

Sara’s mouth dropped open. Grissom thought his heart had stopped beating. Jim continued to laugh.

"I…uh…we…how long have you known?"

He offered the brunette a wink as he shrugged lightly. "Three or four months…" Seeing the panic in her eyes, he laid his hand on her arm. "Don’t worry…"

His voice trailed off as Grissom stepped into the room, seemingly concentrating on the papers in his hand. "Sara, have you found…" He lifted his head, hoping his flushed face wasn’t obvious as he met the detective’s eyes. "Jim…"

Brass moved past Sara. "Hey, Gil…" With a quick flip of the hand towards Sara, he smiled. "You might want to keep an eye on her…she’s at it again…"

Grissom raised an eyebrow at his friend and cast a glance at Sara. She offered him a timid smile and shrugged her shoulders. "Rabbits…"

"Sara…"

Jim laughed as he passed Grissom, clapping his hand on his shoulder. "Have fun."

Grissom turned his head, a scowl on his face as Brass left the room. The sensation of her hand on his arm warmed his body. He offered her a small smile as he turned back around.

"Gil, we need to talk…"

He nodded slowly. "I heard…"

She narrowed her eyes as he blushed lightly. "You were eavesdropping on me?"

"No…well, not intentionally…I…I was just walking by…and…"

She chuckled lightly and tightened her fingers around his forearm. "Calm down…I was just kidding…"

He cleared his throat and smiled. "Too bad I already have a key to your house…"

She grinned and pushed him towards the door. "You coming over after shift?"

He touched her hip lightly as he nodded. "I…uh…think I should probably talk to you about your attachment to particular cases…"

She grinned at him brightly. "I’d rather discuss my attachment to you…"

He exhaled heavily, shaking his head as she blew him a kiss and walked out of the room.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hearing the key slide into the lock, she met him at the door. Their eyes met, each reflecting the twinkling lights from the Christmas tree in her living room. He smiled as he dropped his bag to the floor and reached out to pull her into his arms.

She pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "You’re late…"

He closed his eyes as he felt the gentle vibration of her voice against his skin. "I…had to stop by my place to pick up some things…"

Her hands gripped the back of his shirt, quickly untucking the garment. Her tongue snaked out, licking a sensuous path from his neck to his ear. Sliding her hands back to his stomach, she smiled as she felt his sharp intake of air.

She pulled back and looked into his quickly glazing eyes. "I missed you…"

Guiding her past the tree and to her couch, he sighed lightly. "Me too…"

Sitting down on the soft cushions, she smiled up at him as her fingers pulled his belt free. He groaned lightly, pulling his shirt from his torso as she quickly divested him of his jeans and boxers.

Reaching down, he grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. He gasped audibly as he saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Wrapping his hand around the base of his erection, he began to stroke himself slowly as he took a step back. Pointing his free hand towards her jeans, his lust-laden voice made a gruff command.

"Get rid of those…"

Her eyes never left his as she lifted her hips and quickly slid the denim down her legs, eventually kicking them to the floor. Offering him a seductive smile, she crooked her finger at him.

"Come here…"

Standing directly in front of her, he bit his lip as she brushed his hand away and replaced it with her own. "Sara…"

His eyes closed as she stroked him firmly while she blew a puff of warm air across the head. He groaned as her tongue slid along the underside of the shaft. He whimpered lightly as she released him from her grasp.

Opening his eyes, he struggled to focus his vision through the haze. Finding that she had moved herself on the couch so that her body was resting comfortably in a horizontal position, he licked his lips. He quickly climbed onto the sofa, easily sliding his body between her parted legs.

Hovering over her, he bent his head and flicked his tongue across her lips. "So much for foreplay…"

She grinned as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "I…don’t think…that either of us…really need…" Her statement was cut off by her own moan as he pushed the head of his erection into her wet folds.

After he had completely buried himself into her depths, he pushed himself up with his hands on either side of her body and stared into her eyes. "What…would you like…for Christmas?"

She gripped his upper arms as he slowly pulled his hips back. "You’re…not…oh, God…"

He grinned as he continued his slow and steady thrusts. "I think…I know…what…oh, Sara…"

Her hands moved from his arms to his neck and pulled his face down to hers. "I really…don’t want…oh yes…right there, baby…don’t want…no talking ‘bout…mm… presents…oh…now…"

"The…case…"

"God, Gil…shut…up…"

"I…"

His reply was cut off as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. He responded to her oral attack by plunging deeper and harder into her. Her teeth scraped along his tongue as she pulled the rough muscle into her mouth.

He felt the familiar shudder of her body underneath him. She released his tongue as her head flew back into the cushion. Her hips bucked wildly against him.

"So…close…oh, Gil…"

He pushed himself to his knees, his hands finding her hips. He tightened his grip, effectively holding her hips still as he quickened his strokes.

"You…can’t…take…cases…to…heart…" He accentuated each word with a hard thrust against her g-spot.

She screamed his name as her inner walls clenched around him. The rush of her hot fluid over his pulsating erection sent him over the edge. He fell forward, groaning her name as his semen flooded her.

Her hands slid across the sweat-covered skin of his back. Turning her head slightly, her dry lips pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. Her voice was breathless and soft as she uttered two words.

"I know…"

He shifted his body to her side. He held her protectively as she rolled onto her side to face him after he had repositioned himself. He brushed a damp strand of hair behind her ear and sighed.

"I just…worry…"

She raised her hand and raked her fingers through his wet curls. "I know…"

"Two days until our first Christmas together…"

She nodded sleepily and smiled as she snuggled against his chest.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He opened the door to find the brunette smiling brightly at him. "Merry Christmas…Eve. Am I too early?"

He grinned back at her as he pulled her through the door. "No…right on time. Merry Christmas Eve to you as well…"

He kissed her lips softly as he closed the door behind her. She glanced at the tree he had set up despite his earlier protests. Her smile grew as her gaze settled on the boxes carefully wrapped in paper adorned with various insects.

"I can’t believe you actually asked the entire team over for Christmas Eve dinner…"

"Well, seems more personal than just handing out gifts at the lab…"

"Since when do you want to be more personal?"

As the broad grin found its way to his lips, she rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Don’t even say it, Gil…"

"Okay…" He brushed his fingers across her cheek. With a quick glance at the clock, he sighed lightly. "We have…forty-three minutes before the others are supposed to be here. Would you like to open your main gift?"

Her eyes widened slightly. "Main?"

"Well, you have the one from ‘Gil’…which is your main gift. Then, you have the one from ‘Grissom’ that’s under the tree to be opened while the others are here…"

"You are…I love you…"

He smiled nervously. "I love you too…"

"So…which one can I open?"

"Oh…it’s…uh…in the bedroom…"

She raised her eyebrow, causing him to blush lightly. "I love it when you blush. So…the bedroom?"

He swallowed and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. "I just…hope that…"

Hearing the insecure tone in his voice, she turned around and offered him a sweet smile. "I’m sure I’ll love anything you get for me…"

She paused with her hand on the doorknob and leaned into him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. As she turned the knob and pushed the door open, he held his breath.

He tentatively followed her into the room and closed the door behind them. He watched her eyes scan the room carefully before coming to a rest on the bed.

He heard her soft gasp as she walked to the bed. "Gil…"

He smiled in relief as she picked up the small gray ball of fur. She sat down on the bed and turned her glistening brown eyes towards him. He slowly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed beside of her. He reached over and ran his fingers across the soft fur as he looked into Sara’s eyes.

"Do you…like her?"

She nodded quickly, smiling through her tears. "I thought that rabbits were for Easter though…"

He shrugged his shoulders lightly and scratched the small patch of white fur under the rabbit’s chin. "I thought maybe…if you had one of your own to chase…you…might slow down with the ones at work…"

She sniffled as the tear rolled down her cheek. The rabbit shifted closer to her body. Grissom smiled.

"I think she likes you…"

"I love her…and I love you…this is just the sweetest present…"

He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers. "What are you going to name her?"

She picked the small rabbit up and turned her so that she could see her face clearly. She thought for a few minutes before the smile reappeared on her face.

"Maeve…"

Sara cuddled Maeve close to her chest and leaned against Grissom’s body. She turned her head towards him as he began to speak.

"Her supplies are in the back of the Tahoe…"

"What all did you get?"

He thought for a moment as if he were cataloguing the items. "Hutch, food, pine shavings, toys, litter box…"

"Litter box?"

He nodded as he smiled at her. "Yeah, you can train a rabbit to use a litter box…that way, Maeve can be let out of her hutch while you’re home. And…you won’t have to worry about cleaning after her…she’ll just go to the box…"

He shifted his eyes from her to the clock as the doorbell rang. "Someone is fifteen minutes early…"

After a quick kiss, she followed him to the living room as Maeve slept peacefully in her arms.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

With all of the presents opened, Brass sat in the chair with a drink in his hand.

The entire team chuckled as Maeve explored the room, her furry paws slipping across the hardwood floor. Sara jumped up from her seat on the couch next to Grissom and quickly picked up Maeve, who had begun to chew on an electrical cord.

Brass laughed lightly. "Still chasing rabbits, Sara?"

She rolled her eyes at the detective as she grinned. "I think one rabbit is enough to chase…"

Brass offered her a wink before turning to Grissom and casting a smile in his direction. He wasn’t surprised that Grissom didn’t return the smile.

Grissom was far too busy smiling at the young brunette chasing the small gray rabbit across his living room floor.

Brass chuckled to himself and sipped on his drink.

~ End

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