Title: Work Ethic
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: More than likely NC17
Disclaimer: What do I own? The basic idea...that’s it...this is what
happens when I’m driving to work at 5:50 am listening to Elton John...*shrug*
He looked across the table at the young woman
sitting on the opposite side. He had asked her to dinner on the pretense of discussing Entomology. More specifically, how
entomology related to his chosen profession. However, as he watched her dark
eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, he had to ask himself if that was the only reason
he had asked her to dinner.
He smiled as she leaned forward, resting her
arms on the table as she listened intently to his words. Never before had a
woman been so interested in what he had to say about his work. Never before had
he had such uncouth thoughts about a student.
Does she even realize what she’s doing to me
right now? Probably not…I mean, seriously…we’re discussing bugs and forensics.
I’m sure she has no clue as to what her eyes are making me feel. Her eyes. Dear God…look at those eyes. I wonder…is the
sparkle only because of our discussion?
I’m sure it has to be…I mean…what would she
see in me? She’s beautiful and young…so very young. And…I’m not. I would guess
there’s at least fifteen years difference in our ages…at least. But still…she
is an adult…capable of making her own decisions…
No…no…stop. She’s a student. A student in one of MY seminars. This isn’t right. I
shouldn’t have asked her to dinner. I shouldn’t be thinking about how beautiful
she is. I shouldn’t be wondering how it would feel to touch her. How it would
feel to taste her lips.
He shook his head lightly in an attempt to
clear his thoughts. She flashed a bright smile at him and tilted her head
slightly. His eyes travelled to the skin on her neck.
I wonder what she tastes like…her skin. Would
she hold me close, wrap her arms around me, whisper my
name…if I were to kiss her neck? Or…would she just push me away and tell me
that it can’t happen? What would she say if I asked her why it couldn’t happen?
Would she say that she has a boyfriend? That she finds my profession
interesting, but I’m not her type? Or…that I’m too old for
her?
“How old are you anyway?”
She smiled and nervously tucked a strand of
hair behind her ear. “Twenty-two…why?”
Oh damn! I asked her that out loud? Shit! Nice
move, Grissom.
“Oh…uh…just curious.” His skin reddened slightly as she continued to
smile at him.
“And…how old are you, Dr. Grissom?”
“Just Grissom…”
She looked confused for a second. “What?”
“You can just call me ‘Grissom’…that’s what most people call me…”
Her smile returned. “Okay…so…how old are you, Griss?”
She called me ‘Griss’?
No one’s ever called me that…but…I think I like it. Hell, who am I kidding? She
could call me ‘Shithead’ right now and I’d like it.
Wait…she asked me a question…dammit. Um…should I just
tell her? Why not? Go ahead and get it out in the open.
“I’m…um…I’m thirty-seven…”
She licked her lips and took a drink of her
iced tea. “I wouldn’t have guessed…”
He studied her carefully for a moment. The
sparkle in her eyes continued to shine. “How do you mean?”
She shrugged her shoulders lightly. “I don’t
know…I would’ve guessed you were younger than that…”
His fingers wiped the condensation from his
glass as he looked down quickly. “Oh…”
“That WAS a compliment, you know?”
He raised his eyes to meet hers. He couldn’t
stop the smile from forming on his lips. “So…where are you from, Ms. Sidle?”
“Just Sara…”
“Huh?”
She chuckled lightly. “My name is Sara…I like
that much better than Ms. Sidle…”
“Oh…okay…Sara. Where are you from?”
Sara…such a beautiful
name. Sara Sidle. Yes…a
very nice name.
“
Parents. Dear God. I didn’t even think about
her parents. What would THEY think of me sitting here thinking these thoughts
about their daughter? Well…they’d probably think I was just…not right. I mean…I
was right. There’s fifteen years difference. What would I do if a thirty-seven
year old man was making a play on my twenty-two year old daughter?
I’d kill him…
Shit.
“What?”
She grinned at him. “Lost in thought there, Griss?”
“Oh…yeah, I guess so. I’m sorry. What did you
say?”
“I was just wondering where you’re from…”
“Oh…
She nodded slowly. “Any specific city in
He chuckled, shaking his head at his
vagueness. “I was born in
“And…now you’re in Vegas?”
He nodded, smiling brightly at her. “Yeah…
She glanced down at his hand. “Too much work
for a wife?”
“What?”
She gave him a small smile and gestured
towards his left hand. “No ring…”
“No…no wife…”
“I would wonder if you just took your ring
off…but…you live in Vegas…”
It was Grissom’s turn to be completely
confused. “Excuse me?”
“Well…Vegas…sun…no tan lines where a ring
would be if you normally wore one…” She diverted her eyes from his gaze.
He cleared his throat softly. “Maybe you
should think about a career in forensics…”
“Maybe I will…if I could work under you…”
Under me? Oh god. Under…me…
Noticing his silence, she turned her eyes
towards the window. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said that…”
His hands ached to take hold of her. To pull
her into his arms. But…he couldn’t…wouldn’t let himself take that step.
“Why not? I find it very flattering that you would like to
work with me…”
Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Not exactly
what I meant…”
Oh. Dear. God.
Not knowing what to say, he sat in silence and
stared at her. She slowly turned back towards him. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to
make you uncomfortable. I…uh…I need to get back to the dorm…”
He watched her carefully as she stood and
walked towards the door. As she opened the door and walked out, he realized
that she was leaving. Standing up quickly, he threw a twenty dollar bill on the
table and ran out the door.
“Sara!”
She stopped beside of her car, but didn’t turn
around. She heard his footsteps quickly approaching her.
“Sara…wait…”
“No…I’m sorry…I just…thought that…”
“Sara…” He walked around to stand in front of her.
She wouldn’t look at him, instead keeping her eyes directed towards the ground.
He sighed lightly. “What did you think?”
She shook her head and swallowed the lump that
had formed in her throat. “Nothing, really…”
“No…no tell me…”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I
thought that you…I…thought I saw something…I was wrong…”
“No…no, you weren’t wrong.” Her eyes snapped
up to his, but fell just as quickly. “But…”
“Yeah…but…”
“Sara…you’re a student…a student in MY
seminar…I’m technically your professor.”
She nodded slowly. “I know…”
“You’re…twenty-two…and…I’m…older…”
“Thirty-seven…you’re thirty-seven…”
“Fifteen years, Sara…”
She looked back up at him. For the first time,
he saw a flash of something in her eyes. Anger?
Frustration? Annoyance?
“Sara?”
“Who cares about fifteen years? It’s not like
I’m asking you to run away with me…”
He rested his hand on the roof of her car and
leaned against the door. “So…what are you asking for?”
She fought the urge to tell him exactly what
she wanted. The real reason she accepted his dinner invitation. Instead she
gave him a smirk. “Another dinner?”
Climbing into his Jeep Cherokee, he couldn’t
believe what had just happened. She basically told him that she…wanted him.
A shiver ran through his body as the mental
image swam through his brain. His tongue tasting her flesh as he gently moved
within her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his hips.
Her soft voice moaning his name. His inner voice chose that moment to start a
conversation.
She is a beautiful girl. A beautiful, young…girl…
She’s not really a girl though…she’s a young
woman. Yes…much better. A young woman who seems to be attracted to me. Who
seems to be fascinated with my work. Who…wasn’t disgusted about the fact that I
have a passion for…bugs. Those are pluses, right?
Negatives…there is always a negative for each
plus.
She’s my student. That could get both of us in
trouble.
She’s fifteen years younger than me. That
could get me into a lot of trouble.
And…what if someone were to find out? Would they
think I gave her a good grade because I was sleeping with her?
Wait…no one said anything about anyone
sleeping together.
Well…that’s because there wouldn’t be much
sleeping taking place, now would there?
He groaned lightly as he reached over and turned
the radio on. Music…anything…just get my mind off of Sara Sidle. Please…
He grimaced as he flipped through the
stations. Hearing a familiar tune, he stopped on one station and sat back in
his seat. Who was it that sang this song? ‘I keep forgettin’…things
will never be the same again…’ That guy from the Doobie
Brothers…that was a good group…what was his name? Michael…Michael…Mc…Donald!
That’s it…Michael McDonald…GOOD song…
His thoughts were broken by a heavier drum
beat and spoken lyrics.
“It was a clear black night, a clear white
moon
Warren G was on the streets trying to consume
Some skirts for the eve so I can get some funk
Just rollin’ in my
ride, chillin’ all alone...”
“What the...” He glared at the radio. “Rap…why
can’t they come up with their own music? No…that would be too easy…they have to
take from a classic…dammit!”
He angrily reached over and flipped the
station again, settling on one that advertised 80’s soft rock.
He relaxed in his seat and watched the traffic
as he made his way back to what was considered his home in
Lost in thought, he really wasn’t paying
attention to the music until a chorus caught his attention. His eyes were drawn
to the radio display in disbelief. “What the hell?”
“Well you’re too young to love me
And I’m too old for you
At least that’s what they tell us
It’s in their book of rules
That you’re too young, too young
Baby, you’re too young…”
His trembling hand found the volume control
and turned it up a couple of notches.
“Your
mother’s eyes
Look
straight through me
Whenever
we meet
Oh…whenever
we meet
Your
father swears
It’ll
never be…never be
As long
as he breathes…”
He sighed
heavily. It’s true. Even if we were to go further than…well…dinner. Her
parents would never accept me. I am too old for her. You know…in eight years,
it won’t be that big of a deal. She’d be thirty, I’d be forty-five…but…twenty-two
and thirty-seven? That just sounds…bad. Very bad.
But…I DO
ache to hold her…
“We could
try it for a while
But
they’d get us in the long run
They say
that you’re too young
Baby,
you’re too young…”
Who are
‘they’? And…does it really matter what ‘they’ say? We’re both consenting
adults…
Consenting
adults. Consenting to what? All that has really been discussed is dinner
tomorrow night. Nothing more. I asked her what she was asking for. “Another
dinner”. That’s what she said.
Nothing
about…sex.
He shifted
in his seat as the song ended on the radio. Looking down, he sighed heavily as
his cock twitched lightly.
He pulled
into the parking garage and pulled into an empty space. He sat there quietly,
listening to the silence surrounding him. The harder he tried to think about
something else, anything other than her, the harder HE became.
He
carefully placed his hand over his growing erection and grunted at the contact.
Her image began to flood his mind. I wonder what her hand would feel like on
me. Would she be gentle? Or…would she just…
A
familiar metallic sound broke his thoughts. Looking down, he was somewhat
shocked to see his cock resting in the palm of his hand. “Oh dear god…”
He
quickly looked around. “This would be even more embarrassing than walking
through the hotel with a hard on. I can just see the headlines now. ‘Guest
Professor Learns a Lesson’…and what would that lesson be? Not to jack off in
your car while sitting in a parking garage…”
His eyes
closed and a soft moan escaped his throat as his hand tightened around the
heated flesh.
Oh God…I
should…I think I should stop.
Don’t
think…just move. Faster.
This…this
isn’t right. I shouldn’t do this…not here, not now. Someone…is…going…to…see…me…
Who? It’s
dark…you’re basically in a secluded area…the windows have a tint to them…who
the fuck is going to see you?
God…Sara…
Sara?
You’ve known she exists for all of four days. You didn’t even really talk to
her, other than answering her numerous questions during the lecture, until
tonight. And…now…
“Shut
up…please…be quiet…”
His hand quickened
its pace along his shaft. Her smiling eyes ingrained into his mind. Images of
her licking her lips before she took a drink of her tea. Her soft voice
whispering the words that shocked him. “Not exactly what I meant…”
His
imagination replaced his hand with her wet warmth. Suddenly she was all around
him. He could feel her, taste her...smell her. He could feel her lips on his
neck, her tongue tracing a path to his mouth. Her fingers winding themselves in
his soft curls.
“Oh
God...”
His body
shuddered violently as his semen landed on the steering wheel. He looked down
in shock, not really believing that he had actually just
masturbated...here...in his rented Jeep...in a parking garage...thinking about
her.
He sighed
heavily and tucked his softening member back into his pants. He picked up his
tie from the passenger seat and quickly cleaned his mess. He glanced around the
garage before opening the door and climbing out and slowly making his way into
the hotel lobby. As he walked towards
the elevator, a young woman called out to him.
“Dr.
Grissom?”
Turning
towards the front desk, he saw a young blonde smiling at him. He carefully made
his way to her and raised his eyebrow. “Yes?”
“Uh...yes,
sir...you...uh...have a message...”
“A
message?”
She
nodded and tried to hide the redness creeping into her cheeks.
“Ma’am?
Are you okay?”
“Huh?
Oh...uh...yeah...yeah, I’m fine...”
He nodded
slowly and smiled at her. “The message?”
“Oh...yes,
sir...” She quickly handed him an envelope.
After he
thanked the woman, he turned and walked back towards the elevator. She watched
him leave, muttering under her breath. “I hate to see him go, but damn I love
watching him leave...”
She
sighed heavily as he walked into the elevator.
Chapter Three
He made
his way into his room and placed the envelope on the table before fixing
himself a drink. He sighed heavily as he walked into the bedroom to change out
of the restrictive suit he had worn all day, thinking that the message was
probably from Sara saying that she had made a mistake.
He
flipped on the television as he walked back into the small living room area.
Pulling out the chair at the table, he sat down and quickly downed his drink
before sliding his finger under the flap of the envelope. He gingerly pulled
out the pink ‘while you were out’ slip as though it were an important piece of
evidence.
To: Dr.
Gil Grissom – Room 4216
Date:
October 17 Time: 7:43pm
From:
Sara Sidle
His eyes
closed and he stood to pour himself another drink. He stared at the amber liquid swirling in
his glass for a few moments before picking the paper back up.
Just
remembered that I have some work to do in the lab tomorrow night. I’ll be
running a little late, but would still like to have dinner. The number for the
lab is 495-2804. You have my other numbers. Call me.
A smile
appeared on his face as he read the message again. He turned his wrist over to
check the time.
“8:52...well, I wouldn’t think it would be
too late to call...”
He
finished his drink and picked up the phone. He hesitated for a moment. Taking a
deep breath, he quickly dialled the number he had memorized.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
She was
lying in her bed, grateful that her roommate had gone out for the night. She
rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She found that his image wouldn’t
leave her mind. She laced her fingers behind her head and exhaled deeply.
Those
eyes...that voice. Thirty-seven...hmm...that’s really not that bad. I hope he
got my message. Maybe he’ll call...but, then again...he might decide it’s a bad
idea. That would be my luck. He’ll say that his work ethic won’t allow him to
date a student. Technically, though...I’m not really HIS student...am I?
Well...I am taking his seminar...and...it is for credit...shit. I AM his
student. He did mention it too...
She rolled
onto her side and wrapped her arms around her pillow. He won’t call...other
than it being against his ethic...I’m only twenty-two. Doesn’t matter to
me...but, he seemed a little preoccupied with it. But...those eyes...
The ring
of her phone broke her thoughts. She muttered an obscenity and climbed out of
bed. Grabbing the phone, her tone was one of mild annoyance.
“Hello?”
“Hi...uh...Sara?”
“Hi...Grissom?”
“Yeah...did
I...interrupt anything?”
She
chuckled lightly. “No...I was just lying down...”
“Before nine on a Thursday night?”
She
picked up the phone from her desk and carried it over to the bed. She smiled as
she sat down on the soft mattress. “Well...I think better when I’m lying
down...”
“Oh...what
were you thinking about?”
She laid down gently on her side and cradled the receiver
against her ear. “Honestly?”
“Uh...yeah...”
“You...”
He was
silent for a moment. “Me?”
She
rolled onto her back and chuckled lightly. “Yeah...”
“Um...what...what
about me?”
She
smiled at his nervousness, wondering why he was nervous. “Dinner was nice
tonight...”
He
swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “Yes...yes it was...”
“So...you,
uh...you got my message?”
“Yes...you
have to go to the lab tomorrow night?”
She
sighed into the phone. “Yeah...I forgot all about it.”
“Would
you rather...postpone?”
“No!” She
winced as she realized that she had probably answered him a little too quickly.
“No...I’m...just going to be a little late...is that okay?”
He smiled
as he stretched out on the couch, resting his head against the armrest. “That’s
fine...I actually thought...”
Her brow
furrowed as his voice trailed off. “Thought what?”
“Well...I
thought you had left a message saying you needed to cancel...”
She grinned
at the soft tone of his voice. “No...I don’t need...or want to cancel...”
“Okay...”
They were
silent for a few seconds, each not really knowing what to say. She shook her
head softly, wondering why she was suddenly so nervous.
“So...what
are you doing?” She grimaced at her question. God Sara...how high school can
you sound?
A broad
smile broke over his face. “Nothing...just lying on the couch...talking
to you...”
She
instantly pictured him lying on the couch...only adding herself lying with him.
She shook the image from her head as she realized he had said something else.
“I’m
sorry...what?”
“I just
asked what you’re doing...”
“Oh...uh...nothing...lying
on the bed...talking to you...”
They
shared a genuine laugh with one another. The laughter was halted as she
suddenly turned serious.
“Grissom?”
“Yeah?”
“You don’t
regret it do you? Dinner, I mean...”
“No...why?
Do you?”
“God no!” She could
nearly hear the smile in his reply.
“Well,
that’s good...hopefully our next dinner won’t be as...awkward...”
“Awkward?
It was awkward for you?”
“Well, a
little...I mean...I’ve never taken a student out to dinner before...”
“Have you
ever done anything else with a student before?”
His brief
silence told her that she had actually voiced that aloud. She wanted to just
crawl into a hole and pull the dirt over her.
“I’m
sorry...I didn’t mean to ask that...it just...”
“Came
out?”
“Uh...yeah...”
“Okay...no
problem....” He paused for a moment and licked his lips. “No...”
“What?”
“No...the
answer to your question is no. I have never done anything else with a student
before...”
She bit
her tongue before she asked him if wanted to do anything else with her.
“Well...that’s good to know...”
“I had
never thought of it before...”
“Me
either...”
“You’ve
never thought of doing anything else with a student?”
She laughed
softly. “No...I’ve never thought of a...professor...”
“Oh...”
He fought the urge to ask her if she thought of him. “So...uh...dinner tomorrow
night?”
She
smiled. “Time and place...”
“I was
thinking...maybe The Black Goose? And...whatever time you’re available...”
“The
Black Goose, huh? Nice. Um...is nine okay for you? I’ll be at the lab until
about eight or so...”
“Nine is
fine...or...I can pick you up at the lab...”
She
thought for a moment. Well, there is a locker room right down the
hall...and...I could take my clothes with me...I could knock off work about
7:15...
“Sure...that’d
be great!”
“Okay...so...it’s
the High Energy Lab, right?”
“Mm-hm...yeah...you know where it’s at?”
“Yes, I
do...so...I’ll pick you up there around eight?”
“Yeah...eight...”
“Okay...I’ll...uh...I’ll
see you then...then...”
She
chuckled. “Okay...have a good night, Griss...”
“You too,
Sara. Goodbye...”
She held the
receiver against her ear as she listened to the soft click as he disconnected
the line. Sighing, she hung up the phone and smiled brightly. Tomorrow
night...The Black Goose...and...he’s picking me up. Sounds like a date to me...
He straightened
his tie one last time as he looked in the mirror. Well...this is it. After
tonight, you will have officially dated a student...one of YOUR students. So
much for your work ethic...
He shook
his head and smiled. Suddenly he didn’t care about what his ethic or morals
told him. Pulling on his jacket, he glanced at the clock. He grinned as he
picked up his keys and walked out the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
She ran a
brush through her dark hair and stared at her reflection. “Maybe
I should have chosen something that didn’t scream ‘Take me to bed now!’”.
Her eyes
drifted to her watch, a sigh escaping her lips. It
was too late to change now…he’d be there any minute.
With one
more hard glare at herself, she smiled. She smoothed a slight wrinkle in her
dress and nodded. Turning quickly, she made her way out of the locker room and
back into the lab to await her dinner date.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
She was
nervously pacing back and forth across the lab when he quietly opened the door.
Stepping inside, he cleared his throat softly.
“Hi...”
Startled,
she turned to face him. “Hi...”
His eyes traveled down her body and back up to her eyes.
“Am...uh...am I late?”
She
grinned and shook her head. “No...right on time. Punctuality seems to be one of
your strong suits...”
He
blushed lightly and opened the lab door. “Shall we go?”
She
walked by him and into the empty corridor. As they walked down the hall, he
turned his head towards her.
“You...uh...you
look beautiful, Sara...”
She
flashed him a bright smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Griss...blue...is definitely your color.”
He opened
the door to the outside world for her and smiled. “Think so?”
She
looked around and quickly located his car. As she began walking towards it, she
nodded slowly. “Mm-hm...brings out the blue of your
eyes...”
His hand
trembled slightly as he pulled open the car door and watched her slide into the
passenger seat. He swallowed hard as her dress slid a little up her thigh and
wondered exactly how he was going to make it through the night. He closed her door and walked around the car,
taking a deep breath to calm himself before he opened the driver’s door.
As he
climbed into the driver's seat, he glanced over at her. “So...you ready?”
She
lowered her head slightly to hide her blush. “Yes...I am...”
“Good...”
He resisted the urge to touch her. “You know...black looks very nice on you...”
Her blush
deepened as he backed out of his parking spot.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Good
evening, sir. Did you have a reservation?”
Grissom
smiled at the young man. “Yes...Gil Grissom...”
The host
looked down at the reservation book and glanced back up at him with a puzzled expression.
“Um...it says here that you reserved two tables...one in smoking, and one in
non...”
“Oh...yes...I
wasn’t sure which...”
He looked
over at his date and smiled. “Um...do you smoke?”
“Actually,
yes I do...”
He
grinned as he exhaled softly. “Good...” He turned back to the host and smiled.
“Smoking...”
“Yes,
sir. Right this way.”
As they
followed the young man through the restaurant, Sara looked up at him. “So...do
you?”
“Do I
what?”
“Smoke...”
He smiled
as he they came to a stop at their table. “Actually, yes I do...”
She
returned his bright smile as she sat down. “Good...I was a little nervous about
that...”
He
chuckled softly. “Me too...”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Their dinner
was filled with light conversation, soft laughter, and the occasional lingering
stare. She pulled out her pack of cigarettes and shook one out. He quickly
pulled out his lighter and reached over the table to light it for her before
lighting one for himself.
She
studied the Zippo he had laid on the table beside of his pack of Marlboro’s.
“Interesting lighter...”
He picked
it up and let it slide into her hand, allowing his fingers to brush hers
lightly. “A friend of mine bought it for me a couple of years ago...said it had
my name written all over it...”
She
grinned as her finger traced over the image. “What is it?”
“It’s a Lasioderna serricorne...or...a
Cigarette Beetle...commonly found in Virginia...”
“A
Cigarette Beetle?”
“Yeah...he
thought it would be funny since...as he put it... ‘it’s used to light
cigarettes and you’re into bugs’.”
She
laughed and handed the lighter back to him. “It’s very nice...”
“So are
you...”
Her skin
turned a bright shade of red and she glanced at the ashtray as she dusted her
cigarette. “You are too...”
He smiled
at her soft voice, sensing her timidity. He kept his gaze on her as the waiter
quietly asked if they would like a cup of coffee.
“Sara?”
“Uh...no...no,
I’m fine, thank you...”
He gave
the waiter a quick glance and shook his head. “No...I think all we need is the
check...thank you.”
Their
eyes locked as they awaited the return of the waiter. “You...you really do look
beautiful tonight, Sara...”
She opened
her mouth to speak, but closed it as the waiter returned. Grissom smiled as he
pulled out a credit card and handed it to the young man. She found herself
unable to speak as they stared into one another’s eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
He placed
his hand on the small of her back as they walked back to the car. She let out
an audible sigh as his fingers gently pressed into her flesh. Ever the
gentleman, he opened the door for her and gave her a bright smile as she
climbed in.
He sighed
as he made his way to the driver’s door, not wanting the evening to end.
Sliding into his seat, he put the key in the ignition.
“Gil?”
Surprised
at the use of his first name, he turned to look at her. “Yes?”
His
breath caught in his chest as she leaned over the console separating them and
placed a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled back slightly and looked into his
eyes, which had darkened to a slate blue.
His hand
came up to rest on her cheek, his thumb gently brushing across her lips. He
hesitated for a moment, waiting for his logic to tell him he needed to stop
now. His logic remained silent.
He leaned
into her, his lips brushing across hers softly as if in experimentation. He
moaned lightly as she returned his kiss, this time allowing her tongue to glide
across his lower lip.
If I
don’t stop now...I won’t be able to stop at all...
He pushed
the simple thought from his mind as he deepened the kiss. He felt her tremble
as he gently pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her fingers wrapped themselves
in his soft curls as he pulled her closer to him.
They
broke the kiss slowly, their breath ragged. He looked into her dark eyes and
hoped he wasn’t misreading what he saw there.
“Sara...would you...care for a drink?”
He
noticed her puzzled expression and kissed her lips softly. “My...uh...there’s a
well stocked wet bar...in my...uh...”
The confusion
left her eyes, replaced by a slight sparkle. “In your room?”
He
cleared his throat and nodded, refusing to take his eyes from hers. “If...you’d
like...”
Her hand
softly caressed his cheek. “I’d like...”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
He slid
his key into the lock, hoping she didn’t notice his trembling hand. Pushing the
door open, he watched in amazement as she entered what had been his home for
the last few weeks. She turned to look at him as he closed the door behind him.
He
dropped his keys on the table. “So...about that drink...what would you...”
His
question died in his throat as her mouth claimed his. His hands automatically
landed on her hips as he pulled her tongue into his mouth. She tugged at the
knot in his tie, causing him to pull back.
“Sara...are
you...are you sure?”
She moved
her hands behind her back and pulled the zipper tab on her dress. She slid the
dress from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. She smiled as his eyes
glazed slightly.
“I’m
sure...”
The
promise of an after dinner drink was forgotten as she moved back to him and
yanked his tie loose. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt,
a small growl escaped his throat as she placed hot kisses on his flesh as she
exposed his chest.
“Sara...”
She looked
up at him as she unbuckled his belt and pulled it free. “Yes?”
Pulling
her into his arms, he gently lifted her up. Her legs automatically went around
his waist. “Bedroom?”
She
grinned as she began to attack his neck. “Mm...yes...bedroom...”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
He gently
laid her down and stood beside the bed, quickly shrugging off his shirt. His
fingers stilled on the button of his slacks as he watched her unclasp her bra
and slide it off. His eyes were drawn to her breasts, her erect nipples calling
to him.
He
lowered himself to the mattress beside of her, his hand gliding across her flat
stomach. He gazed into her eyes, silently begging for permission to continue.
Reaching between them, she quickly undid his pants. He groaned as her hand
lightly brushed across his erection.
Permission
granted.
He
quickly dipped his head, his tongue teasing her nipple briefly before pulling
it into his mouth. His fingers slid under the waistband of her black lace
panties and dragged them down her thighs slowly.
Releasing
her nipple, he looked into her eyes as his hand covered her soft mound. Her
eyes closed at his touch. He ran his finger across her lips, amazed at the
amount of moisture he encountered there. He smiled as she moaned and licked her
lips in anticipation.
His mouth
covered hers, gliding his tongue across hers as his finger slowly slid inside
of her. He felt her body quiver beneath him as his thumb brushed across her
clit. He moved his lips to her neck, gently nipping at the tender flesh as he
increased the pressure of his strokes.
“Gil...now...please...”
He smiled
against her skin as he pulled his hand away from her. Quickly shedding his
slacks and boxers, he positioned himself between her legs. She wrapped her legs
around his waist as she felt him slowly enter her.
His
finger gently traced her lips before he leaned down and kissed her. Thrusting
his tongue into her mouth, he groaned as he entered her fully. He intended to
take this slow, to show her how much he wanted her. But she was not cooperating.
She
bucked her hips against him, urging him to thrust deeper and harder. Her head
flung back against the pillows, effectively ending their kiss, as he
continuously brushed across her g-spot. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he
sucked at the skin covering her collarbone.
He felt
her walls contract around him, her fluids gushing around him. He knew he
wouldn’t last much longer. He silently hoped that this wouldn’t be the only
time he’d have this feeling.
He heard her
moans become louder as he thrust harder. For a brief moment, he wondered if
they could be heard. He then realized he didn’t really care.
He felt
her body begin a violent shudder under him and she screamed his name. He could
take no more and allowed himself release. His body shook, her name escaping his
lips more than once, as he emptied his semen deep within her.
She held
onto him as the waves continued to crash over them. With a soft grunt, he
collapsed on top of her. She smiled as their sweaty bodies seemed to meld into
one.
He
shifted onto his side and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her softly as she
snuggled up against his chest. Brushing her damp hair from her face, he looked
into her eyes and smiled.
She
returned his smile as sleep began to find them. “Gil?”
“Hm?”
“Thank
you...”
“For
what?”
“A
wonderful evening...”
He smiled
as she yawned and closed her eyes. Wrapping his arms tighter around her, he
allowed his own eyes to slowly shut. Well...so much for my ethic...
His smile
widened briefly as sleep overtook him.
His mind
slowly woke, registering the dull ache throughout his body. He attempted to
roll onto his side, but his muscles screamed in protest.
His eyes snapped open, his brain fully awake
as the images of the previous night flashed in his head. Oh god…Sara...
He turned his head towards her as he felt her
body shift closer to him. Ignoring the ache, he carefully rolled onto his side
and gazed at her sleeping form. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as
she softly mumbled his name.
He sighed lightly as he felt the battle within
him begin.
You DO realize what you’ve done...
I made myself happy...with her. And hopefully,
I made her happy as well...
No...what you’ve done is thrown every single
moral you’ve had right out the window.
I’m happy...at this moment, I’m happy...
You slept with your student...
I made love with Sara...
She’s your student. Care to try to justify
that?
Justify last night?
Not just last night. Everything.
You...her...dinner. Not even The Black Goose. The first dinner. What was that?
Strictly professional. We discussed entomology
in forensics...
Strictly professional? Don’t make me laugh...
What’s funny about it? That IS what we
discussed...
That’s what YOU halfway listened to HER
discuss...your mind, Professor, was somewhere else. Dare to deny it?
He shifted his arm and propped his head up
with his hand. He resisted the tremendous urge to use his left hand to hold her
against his bare chest.
She’s so...beautiful...
Gil...she’s twenty-two, your student, and you
have to go back to Las Vegas in a couple of weeks.
I know...
Tell me it was just...
Just what?
Sex...just a simple night of lust...
His hand tentatively touched her side. She
shuddered lightly at his touch. His fingers slid across her ribs, coming to a
stop directly under her breast. He bit his lip as the war raged on.
I...can’t say that...
You don’t love her.
His inner voice refused to answer.
Do you?
I...love is such a strong word...
Well then...what DO you feel?
Elation. Warmth. Passion.
Stop...stop now.
His thumb brushed over her nipple. She moaned
lightly.
I...I can’t...god help me...I can’t...
If anyone finds out...
They won’t.
If they do...
I’ll deal with it.
Gil...
Shut up...
He dipped his head and allowed his lips to
place a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth as his hand closed over her
breast. He pulled back just enough to watch her wake as he continued to gently
massage the soft flesh.
Her eyes fluttered open, revealing the
darkened irises reminiscent of the previous night. Her hand moved up his smooth
chest, pausing briefly as her finger lightly tapped against his sternum.
“Mmm....good
morning.”
He gently rolled her onto her back and smiled
sweetly at her. “Good morning to you.”
Her index finger lightly traced his ear as she
looked into the blue depths of his eyes. “So...last night...”
His hand left her breast and slowly glided
down her body to come to a rest on her hip. “Sara...”
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She
slowly released her breath. “Do...you regret it?”
“I...have a feeling that I should...”
Her eyes opened to find him smiling down at
her. “But...I don’t. Not at all. Sara, last night was...”
His sentence remained unfinished as her lips
claimed his. He moaned softly as her tongue gracefully slid into his mouth. His
fingers tightened on her hip, her hand rested on the side of his neck as she
continued to torment him.
Ethical Grissom retreated from the war he had
started with Passionate Gil, knowing that he had lost the first battle.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
He pulled the sheet up above his waist as he
watched her climb out of the bed. He smiled as she slid his shirt over her
shoulders before she made her way out of the bedroom and into the small
kitchenette.
He grimaced as he heard a familiar voice.
Gil...
I’m not talking to you right now. Can’t you
just let me enjoy this moment?
She’s...
Sara...she’s Sara. And...she’s here with
me...so please. Just go away for a while.
His jaw tightened as he waited for a retort.
It never came.
Sara stood quietly in the doorway, watching
him closely. As she heard him sigh, she smiled and softly walked to the bed
carrying two cups of coffee.
“You okay?”
Opening his eyes, he pushed himself up and
rested his back against the headboard. “Yes...I’m fine...” He smiled brightly
at her as he reached for one of the mugs.
“You just...looked like you were lost in
thought there...”
He took a small sip of the steaming liquid and
nodded slowly. “I was...but, I’m all yours now.”
“All mine?” She giggled lightly as his
cheeks turned a dark shade of pink.
“Well...apparently so.”
She set her mug on the bedside table and
snuggled up next to him. Placing her head against his chest, she grinned as she
listened to his heartbeat. Her grin faded slowly as a thought pushed its way
into her mind.
“Griss?”
“Hmm?”
“When do you have to go back?”
He leaned over and placed his unfinished
coffee beside of her cup. He gently brushed his hand through her hair, allowing
the soft curls to wrap around his fingers.
“Two weeks, six days...”
She smiled lightly at his precision, though she
felt an odd ache in her heart. “And...then what happens?”
He sighed heavily and wrapped his arm around
her, effectively holding her body against his. “I...don’t know, Sara.”
She nodded slowly in understanding. “Well...I
guess we’ll just have to make the best of the time we have here then, won’t
we?”
His eyes closed, a smile appearing on his face
as his body relaxed against hers. “I guess so...”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The drive back to campus was quiet. Not
uncomfortable, just...quiet. It was a beautiful Saturday morning and he really
didn’t want to spend the day alone. As he pulled into a parking place outside
of her dorm, she leaned over and kissed his cheek softly.
“So...uh...will you call me?”
His eyes sparkled as he looked at her. “I
might have a better idea...”
She raised an eyebrow as a silent question.
His fingers tapped nervously against the steering wheel.
“Um...you could pack a bag...and...maybe stay
at the hotel for a few days...”
Her eyes widened. “With you?”
His heart sank slowly. “Well...uh...it was
just a thought. I’ll call you tonight, if you’re going to be in...”
She shook her head. “No need...”
He diverted his eyes from hers and stared out
the window. “Oh...okay...”
“Because...it might be a little difficult...”
He nodded wordlessly. She smiled lightly.
“Griss?”
“Yeah...”
“You can’t very well call me if I’m with
you...”
His head turned quickly to find her smiling
brightly at him. “Yeah?”
She opened the car door and stepped out. “Give
me ten minutes...don’t go anywhere...”
He watched her run up the steps and disappear
into the large dormitory. “Leaving right now is not even a consideration, Miss
Sidle...”