Title: Winter Heat

Author: IrishDachsie

Pairing: Grissom/Sara

Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: I wish…

Grissom woke from a restless sleep, his hair plastered to his head with sweat. Groaning lightly, he pushed himself up and pulled his damp t-shirt from his body. After throwing it in the general direction of the clothes hamper, he sank back down onto the mattress.

Running the fingers of his left hand through his wet hair, he sighed audibly as his right hand pulled the blanket back over his body. He shifted uncomfortably and then threw the covers across the bed. He sat on the edge for a moment, staring at nothing in particular.

He absent-mindedly removed his boxers and tossed them towards the hamper as he walked out of the bedroom. “This is ridiculous…”

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He stared at his reflection as the steam from the shower filled the room. Running his hand across his beard, his brow furrowed in thought.

“I have changed…” He turned from the mirror and slid the shower door open. He muttered an obscenity as the hot water scalded his shoulder. Reaching over to the knobs, he quickly adjusted the spray to a slightly cooler temperature.

He stood under the stream of water, his head bent slightly, for a few moments. The warmth quickly melted the chill of the air hanging in his house. Straightening his body, he winced as shoulder popped loudly.

Reaching for the soap, he lathered his washcloth and released a frustrated chuckle. “During the summer months, I wake up in a pool of sweat. That could easily be attributed to the desert heat of Vegas. Just ignore the fact that the air conditioning is always on…”

He rubbed the soft cloth over his arms and chest, washing away the grime. “During the winter months, no desert heat…the thermostat is never moved from 70…and I still wake up in a pool of sweat.”

He sighed heavily, the water pounding against his back as he ran the cloth over his lower abdomen. “For some reason, I have an idea that it has nothing to do with the temperature of this house…”

An image flashed in his mind, causing his cock to twitch lightly in response. He inhaled sharply as the image was quickly followed by another. He glanced down as his sensitive flesh slowly began to harden.

The dream from an hour before began to replay itself in his mind. He groaned softly as his hand grasped his engorged flesh. As he began to gently stroke himself, the thought occurred to him that her hand always felt better than his own…even if it only happened in his dreams.

A grunt escaped his throat as he placed the palm of his left hand against the tiles of the shower wall and tightened his grip on his erection with his right. His pace increased steadily as an image presented itself to him. An image of her dark eyes staring into his as her tongue licked a drop of his fluid from the velvety glans, just before her mouth engulfed him once more.

His eyes slammed shut, a loud groan spilling from his lips as his semen erupted from his thick erection and splattered against the shower wall.

He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt the icy water pummel his back. One small bead of sweat rolled down his chest and mingled with the cold water splashing over his shoulders as he fought to catch his breath.

“Mm-hm…temperature has absolutely nothing to do with this…” He sighed sadly as he turned the water off and slid the shower door open. “This…is ridiculous…”

With another glance in the mirror, he pursed his lips and stepped towards the sink. With a single nod, he pulled the medicine cabinet open without a second thought.

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She picked up the phone on the second ring, a bright smile gracing her face. “Hey…”

“You sound…awake.” He chuckled lightly as he sat down on the soft cushions of his newly purchased sofa.

“Mm…yeah, for a while now.” Her eyes narrowed slightly in concern. “You okay?”

“What?”

She shook her head lightly. “I mean…I just wasn’t expecting you to call until later…” She glanced at the clock quickly. “Unless my clock is wrong…”

“Is it reading…” His eyes focused on the clock resting on the end table. “…2:43?”

“Yeah…close enough to it anyway…”

“Then your clock is fine…” He smiled as she laughed gently into the receiver.

“So, what’s…”

He interrupted her quickly with a question. “Would you like to come over now?” Hearing only silence for a moment, he continued. “I mean…well…if you’re not busy. I just thought, you know…since I’m awake and you’re awake…maybe we could just move things up a little. The movie, I mean. And dinner. Instead of 6, we could go to the movie now…and…”

Her sweet laughter caused him to abruptly end his ramble. As he sighed heavily, he heard her softly whisper three words.

“Give me twenty…”

He smiled as she disconnected the line. Placing the phone on the coffee table, he took a deep breath and willed his entire being to relax.

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Nineteen minutes and thirty-eight seconds later, his doorbell rang. His trembling hands smoothed the barely noticeable wrinkle in his shirt as he walked to the front door. Exhaling deeply, he swung the door open and offered her a bright smile.

“Hi.”

“You shaved…”

He nodded silently as he stepped to the side. Giving him the smile that she reserved only for him, she slid by him and into the living room. He watched her carefully, his smile widening as he noticed the faint blush creep up the side of her neck.

“Do I look better now?”

She turned quickly and looked at him. “Excuse me?”

“Without the beard…is it better?”

She caressed his clean-shaven jaw line and smiled. “The beard isn’t what I…” She sighed lightly and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin. “I liked the beard…I did. But…”

He arched an eyebrow as his finger tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “But?”

She kissed his cheek again, this time allowing her tongue to dart out quickly to taste him. “But…I’ve missed being able to touch your skin there…”

He inhaled deeply as she continued to pepper his face with soft kisses. Pressing his hand into the small of her back, he pulled her body close to his as he tilted his head slightly and easily captured her lips with his. She moaned softly as his tongue caressed her bottom lip.

Taking advantage of the situation, his tongue slipped into her mouth and gently flicked against the tip of hers. She responded immediately by winding her fingers in his hair and plunging her tongue into his mouth.

Without breaking their passionate kiss, he carefully pushed her backwards towards the couch. Feeling the cushions bump against the backs of her legs, she pulled him down with her as she fell back onto the couch.

He groaned into her mouth as she pushed him back and straddled his lap. She broke the kiss when his hands slid down to the firm cheeks of her ass and pulled her against the quite obvious bulge in his pants.

“Griss…”

His hands squeezed her flesh as she slowly ground against him. He tilted his head slightly in an effort to recapture her lips. He breathed her name as she leaned out of his reach.

“Is this too soon? Considering that we’ve only been officially seeing each other for a week?”

His hands slid to her hips, pulling her back down on him. “Eight days, five hours, and…some minutes…”

She chuckled lightly as his lips found her collarbone. “Some minutes?”

His fingertips slipped underneath the sweater she was wearing. “You honestly can’t expect me to be…accurate…right now…”

She gasped as his hands travelled up her sides, pulling the sweater up as he went. He stopped his motion and looked into her eyes expectantly. Reading the emotion in his darkened blue orbs, she smiled as she raised her arms.

He slowly pulled the sweater over her head and dropped it to the floor. His eyes took in the sight before him and his heart began to race. She gazed into his eyes as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his torso.

Tightening his grip on her hips, he scooted forward on the cushion. As he wrapped his arms around her waist, he pushed himself up from the sofa. She draped her arms over his shoulders and bent her head slightly, teasingly running her tongue over his lips.

He slowly made his way down the hall and pushed the door to the bedroom open. As he stepped into the room, her mouth covered his. As he returned her kiss, she untangled her legs from around him and placed her feet on the floor.

He quickly rid her of her bra and let it slide from her shoulders. He licked his lips as his thumb brushed across her erect nipple, eliciting a groan from her. Her fingers fumbled with his pants as he pulled the hardened nub into his mouth.

She groaned again, this time in frustration, as her hands failed to release his hardened flesh. He chuckled lightly against her breast and brushed her trembling hands away. He slid the button free and then pulled down his zipper.

His teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh of her breast as he moved his hands to her jeans and quickly undid them. She felt the vibration against her skin when he groaned as she reached into his boxers. Smiling, she pulled his erection free as she knelt in front of him.

His breathing quickened as her tongue caressed the underside of the shaft. “Sara…oh…you…you don’t have to…”

She grinned at him as she flicked her tongue against the head. She stroked him slowly as she licked her lips. “Do you think I don’t want to?”

He opened his mouth to answer her. Her grin widened as no words spilled from his lips. She pressed a tender kiss to the glans as her left hand caressed the back of his thigh.

“I want to, Griss…I want to…”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding silently as he watched her pull the head into her mouth. She sucked him gently, smiling as his eyes slammed shut. His trembling fingers caressed her cheek as she took more of him into her mouth.

He groaned as he felt the head bump against the back of her throat. His eyes opened briefly, just long enough to watch her tilt her head and swallow him into her throat. Her hands moved to his hips as he gently thrust into her mouth.

She felt his muscles twitch under her fingers. She smiled brightly at him as she pulled back, allowing his erection to slip from her mouth. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, she slid them down her legs as she stood up. Stepping out of her jeans and underwear, she stood before him completely nude. Her fingers encircled his engorged flesh, stroking lightly as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

He broke the kiss and offered her a gentle smile as he pushed her onto the bed. Removing the remainder of his clothing, he knelt on the floor between her legs. His tongue slid along her inner thigh as his hands lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders.

He looked up at her as he grasped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. He smiled sweetly at her as he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips.

As his fingers parted her lips and his tongue slowly traced her wet folds, she hissed his name. His tongue flicked across her clit as his middle finger easily slid into her warm depths. He raised his eyes in time to see her hands close over her firm breasts. He groaned against her clit as he watched her fingers massage her flesh.

He pushed a second finger into her as he sucked the small nub into his mouth. He was rewarded with a loud moan as her fingers pressed against the back of his head, pulling him closer to her. He continued to lap at her aching center until he felt the muscles in her thighs begin to quiver.

He smiled at her whimper as he pulled his mouth and fingers from her. Her eyes widened as he sucked her juices from his digits. He merely smiled as he moved onto the bed beside of her. She scooted further up onto the bed and rolled over to her side to face him. Her hand trailed down his chest as she allowed her mouth to devour his.

As their tongues duelled in a battle of passion, he gently pushed her onto her back and knelt between her thighs. She groaned into his mouth as she felt his erection pressing against her throbbing clitoris.

Reluctantly, he pushed himself up and leaned over her, grasping the handle on the nightstand drawer and tugging it open. He smiled shyly at her as he pulled a small foil packet out of the drawer.

Her nails lightly scratched in a circular pattern across his torso as he rolled the latex sheath onto his erection. He leaned over her, supporting himself with his right hand as his left guided his hardened flesh into her folds.

As the head nudged against her entrance, he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her lips. A smile shone in his eyes as he whispered softly to her.

“It’s not too soon…is it?”

She shook her head quickly, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him into her as she raised her hips. Neither moved for a moment; instead just taking the time to gaze into one another’s eyes as they both adjusted to the sensation.

With gentle precision, he began to move his hips. His eyes closed as her hips rose to meet each of his thrusts with her own. His fingertips blindly caressed her face as the intensity of his movements increased.

Her nails scraped across his back as he brushed across that special spot with each stroke. He smiled lightly as he felt her body shudder beneath him. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his neck and dropped onto her chest.

He opened his eyes and watched the small bead travel down her glistening torso. His eyes darted back to her face as he felt her inner walls clench down on him. Their gaze locked as her nails dug into the middle of his back. He watched in amazement as her mouth dropped open, a primal scream erupting from her lips.

Her legs tightened around his waist as her juices flooded over his rapidly expanding erection. His mouth clamped over hers, muffling his own scream as his orgasm washed over him. His spent body collapsed on top of her. Her fingers raked through his sweat-drenched hair as he reached between them and carefully slid out of her. His lips pressed gentle kisses to her neck as he tossed the condom into the trashcan.

He rolled onto his side and gathered her into his arms, sighing happily as she nuzzled his neck.

“You’re sweaty…” She chuckled as she licked his chest.

“Mm…not the first time…”

His eyes opened as he felt her gaze on him. His face reddened as he stammered an explanation.

“I mean…not the first time that I’ve been sweaty in bed...uh…I mean…shit…um…” He sighed heavily as he shook his head.

She rubbed his chest soothingly. “I know it’s not the first time you’ve been with a woman, you know…”

“Yeah, I know…but, that’s not what I meant. I meant…for the past few months…I’ve woken up almost every day…drenched in sweat…”

She arched an eyebrow as she silently questioned him. He chuckled nervously and brushed his fingers through her hair.

“Let’s just say…my dreams of being with you…are nothing compared to the real thing…”

She blushed heavily and kissed his lips. “It’s awfully hot in here for it to be winter, isn’t it?”

He laughed as he nodded his head. His eyes closed as his tired muscles began to relax. He whispered “I love you” as he drifted off to sleep. She mumbled the exact sentiment in return as she snuggled against him.

A brief smile appeared on her lips as her tired mind registered the fact that her own dreams were nothing compared to real thing either.

~ End

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