Title: Persistence
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I’m making no money from this. I just like
writing it.
Hearing a persistent knock on his door, he
muted the television and pushed himself from his sofa. He walked to the door,
grumbling the entire way about how he was going to tell the Jehovah’s Witnesses
ONE LAST TIME that he was NOT interested.
He slung the door open as the words left his
mouth. “I’ve told you already...I’m not...” His eyes met the dark brown eyes of
the tall brunette standing on the doorstep. His sentence was finished in a soft
whisper. “...interested...”
She crossed her arms over her chest and
smirked at him. “Actually...you haven’t told me that...”
“Sara...I thought you were...uh...someone
else...”
“Does that mean you are interested?”
His eyes widened slightly. “Huh?”
“Nothing...can I come in?”
“Uh...yeah...” He took a step to the side to
allow her to enter his home. He watched her move past him as he closed the
door.
She stopped in front of the television and
tilted her head. “You always watch TV without sound?”
He walked in front of her and pushed the power
button. He watched as the picture faded away. “Not always...”
He heard her footsteps against his hardwood
floor and turned towards the sound. He raised an eyebrow as she examined the CD
tower beside the stereo.
“Interesting collection...”
He pushed his hands into the pockets of his
jeans. “I prefer the term ‘diverse’...”
His eyes followed her across the room as she
continued to examine his living room. “Uh...would you like something to drink?”
She nodded slowly as she picked up a book from
the end table. “Sure...uh...water will be fine...”
He watched her for a second longer before
making his way to the kitchen and pulling two bottles of water from the top
shelf of his refrigerator.
Okay...so what is she doing here?
Why don’t you just ask her instead of trying
to guess...
Yeah...’why are you here?’...that
sounds...friendly...
Well, don’t ask her like that...you
know...make conversation with her...
Uh...it’s Sara...
So? You didn’t have a problem talking to her before.
That was before...
Before...
He shook his head, effectively ending the
mental conversation. Taking a deep breath, he walked back into the living room
to find her sitting on his couch flipping through the latest issue of Abstracts
of Entomology.
He smiled lightly as he sat down beside of her
and handed her a bottle of water. She returned his smile as she unscrewed the
cap and took a drink.
“I’ve never heard of this magazine before...”
He nervously bit his bottom lip. She’d
never heard of ‘Applied Psychodynamics in Forensic Science’ either. He
cleared his throat softly. “Um...well, I like it...it’s about...bugs...”
She chuckled lightly. “Yeah, I figured that
out by the title...”
He shook his head as the redness crept up his
neck. He glanced back at her as she took another drink of the cold water.
“So...Sara...why...uh...”
She lowered the bottle, her tongue sneaking
out to catch a drop of water before it dripped from her lip. His eyes focused
on her lips, he fought the urge to cover her mouth with his own. His eyes
closed for a brief moment as he swallowed the lump that had formed in his
throat.
“Why am I here?”
His eyes snapped to hers. “What?”
She grinned as she wiped the back of her hand
across her mouth. “That’s what you were going to ask, wasn’t it?”
“Oh...uh...something like that, I suppose...”
Her hand dropped to her side, lightly grazing his
thigh. He inhaled sharply at the brief contact and diverted his eyes from her.
“It had been a while since we’ve
just...talked. Like we used to. I’ve missed it...”
He nodded as his eyes focused on the coffee
table in front of them. “Yeah...me too...”
“I’ve missed a lot of things, Grissom...”
“Sara...”
He felt her weight shift as she moved closer
to him. Her breath tickled his skin as she whispered into his ear.
“I’ve missed...you, Griss...”
“Sara...”
She moved back to her previous position on the
sofa and smiled. He instantly missed her closeness. He turned his head to look
at her, hoping he could hide the passion in his eyes.
“I have you, you know...”
His mouth dropped open. “What?”
“Mm-hm...every night
I have you...in my dreams...”
He shifted slightly to accommodate his growing
erection. He willed his voice to work as he watched her stand and walk to one
of the butterfly cases hanging on the wall. He shook his head in frustration as
the words wouldn’t form.
Instead, he stood and walked to where she was
standing in the hall. He stood behind her, looking over her right shoulder at
the colorful specimens under the glass. She raised her hand and pointed to the one
in the center of the display.
“That one is beautiful...”
He licked his dry lips. “That one...it’s my favorite...”
“Why?”
“It...reminds me
of...you...”
She turned her head to look at him. His eyes
remained focused on the butterfly in question as he swallowed. With a sudden
movement, she was in front of him with her hands on his shoulders. The next
instant was a blur as he found his back shoved against the wall behind him and
her lips a mere fraction of an inch from his.
His breath was suddenly ragged as he
anticipated her next move. His heart sank as he felt her hands pull away from
his body. His eyes closed as he exhaled sadly.
He could almost hear the smile in her voice.
“Don’t look so dejected, Griss...”
He gasped in surprise as he felt her rip his
shirt open. His mind vaguely registered the sound of buttons bouncing across
the floor.
“Sara!”
She placed her hand on his bare chest and
slowly caressed the soft flesh. “I’ll buy you a new one...I didn’t feel like
wasting time with buttons...sorry...”
He moaned an incoherent response and reached
out to touch her. Grabbing his hand quickly, she pressed it against the wall
beside of his head.
“No...”
He opened his glazed eyes and stared at her.
“What?”
She grinned at him as her free hand moved to
work on his jeans.
He moaned as she pushed his jeans over his
hips and slid her hand into his boxers. “Oh God...you’re...a
control...freak...”
Her hand closed around his erection and
stroked him slowly. “Mmm...sometimes.
Will you be a good boy if I let your hand go?”
“Sara...”
“Grissom...”
He thrust into her hand as she tightened her
grip. “Sara...please...”
“Will you?”
He licked his lips and leaned his head back
against the wall. “Yes...”
She smiled and released his hand as she knelt
in front of him. She looked up at him as she pushed his jeans and boxers
further down his legs, exposing his throbbing cock to her. His hand grasped at the
wooden molding along the wall as she blew a soft
breeze over the engorged head.
He groaned loudly as she suddenly engulfed
him, placing her hands on his hips and pushing him against the wall. Her tongue
circled the shaft, tickling the underside as she pulled off slightly. His legs
quivered as she moved her mouth down his length once more.
His hand moved to her shoulder, causing her to
pull back suddenly. His eyes snapped open as his erection slipped from her
mouth. “Sara...”
She gazed into his eyes and resisted the urge
to smile. “Am I going to have to tie you up?”
His hand dropped from her shoulder slowly.
She gave him a quick wink and allowed her
smile to be seen. “Good boy...”
Tilting her head, she leaned forward and
lightly nibbled along his flesh. She heard his nails scrape across the molding in his grip. Her hand closed around his girth and
stroked him as she placed a soft kiss on the head, teasing him with her tongue.
She looked up at him and softly spoke his
name. She smiled when she received no response.
“Griss?”
His ears finally recognized his name and he
gazed down at her. “Mmm?”
“I want you to come in my mouth...and...then I want to ask you a question, okay?”
“Uh-huh...”
She grinned at his inability to form a true
word and turned her attention back to the heated flesh in her hand. Her strokes
became quicker with a purpose as her mouth closed over the head and sucked
forcefully.
She felt him expand in her hand and knew he
was close. Removing her hand, she tilted her head back slightly and slid her
mouth down the length of his cock. He groaned and resisted the urge to thrust
into her as she bobbed her head quickly, increasing the force of her suction as
she reached the glans each time.
His breath became rapid and labored as he held off for as long as he could. His eyes
fluttered open and he looked down at her to see her dark irises gazing back at
him. As their eyes locked, she silently willed him to come.
He complied as he violently erupted in her
mouth. She swallowed quickly, not wanting to lose one drop.
He fought to regain control of his breathing as
she pulled from him and stood before him. Reaching out, she took hold of his
hand and brought it to her lips. His fingers gently caressed her cheek as she
kissed his palm.
“Can you answer my question?”
He nodded slowly, still unable to release the
words caught in his throat.
She smiled nervously as a slight blush crept
over her face. He raised an eyebrow at her sudden change in behavior.
“Will...uh...will you take me to bed now?”
A broad smile appeared on his face. “Will
you...be a good girl?”
Their soft laughter resonated throughout the
house as he led her to his bedroom. He stopped suddenly in front of the door
and turned to look at her.
“What?”
“I have you every night too...in my dreams...”
He slapped her hand as she pinched the flesh
covering his ribs. “Ow! What was that for?”
She smiled and leaned up to kiss his lips.
“We’re not dreaming now...”
~ End