Title: Movie on a Night Off
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing:
Grissom/Sara
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The author does not own CSI. No profit is
being made from this story.
Part LXXXVI
He kept checking the rearview mirror on the drive home. His heart felt as though
it would explode at any moment. He couldn’t see his son, but he knew he was
there. He gazed at the back of the car seat, wondering if little Mikey would get carsick riding backwards in a vehicle. He
knew he did as a child.
She watched him in amusement
and grinned as her tired voice uttered a few words. “He’s not going anywhere,
you know…”
He chuckled lightly. “Well,
aren’t you the funny one today?” He gave her a quick glance, his eyes shining
brightly behind his sunglasses. “I know he’s not going anywhere…it’s just…I’m
still having a hard time believing that he’s finally here.”
“I saw that
‘Grissom-look’…what were you thinking about?”
“Huh? Oh…well, he has to sit
backwards…”
“Yeah…”
“Well,
what if he gets carsick or something?” He sharply turned his head towards her as the laughter began. “What? I
used to get carsick when I was younger…”
“Gil…” She shook her head
and smiled. “You’re just…so cute…”
They rode in comfortable
silence for a while. He continued to check the mirror every few seconds. Sara’s
laughter broke the silence.
“What?”
“The nurses…”
“What about them?”
“Just the look on their
faces…when you dressed him to bring him home…”
“What’s wrong with the way I
dressed him? I thought I did pretty good considering
I’ve never really been around newborns.”
“It wasn’t how you dressed him…it was…what you put him in…”
Stopping at a red light, he
checked the mirror once more before turning towards his wife. “Huh?”
She laughed even harder and
winced at the slight pain that went through her body. “Gil…I highly doubt that
they have many fathers dressing their babies in a sleeper with a…bug on them…”
“It wasn’t a bug…it was an Erythrodiplax minuscula…”
“I know that…you know
that…but the nurses…” She wiped her eyes as another bout of laughter came over
her. “I think they’re used to bunnies and lambs and such…”
“Well…Mikey
is a Grissom.” He shrugged his shoulders lightly in a gesture that said that
was the only explanation needed.
Sara squeezed his hand
lightly. “Yes he is…and the sleeper is beautiful, by the way.”
A bright grin appeared on
her husband’s face as they continued the journey home.
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~
Pulling into his parking
spot, he jumped out of the Tahoe and ran around to the passenger side. Opening
the front and back doors at the same time, he carefully helped Sara out before
moving to the back seat and gently lifting his son.
Casting a quick glance
towards her, he smiled. “I’ll get the two of you settled and then I’ll come
back out for the rest of the stuff…”
She nodded and stifled a
yawn. “How much ‘stuff’ do we have?”
“Quite a bit…I think they went
a little overboard…”
“Well, they were as excited
as we were, I think…”
“I think they’re just happy
you didn’t kill me.” He chuckled as he opened the front door for her.
She playfully scowled at him
as she sat down on the sofa and held her hands out. “Let me have him…”
He lovingly watched her as
she gently stroked their son’s head. “He has so much hair…” She looked up at
Grissom and motioned towards the diaper bag. “Will you hand me a bottle
please?”
Pulling a bottle of formula
out of the bag, he handed it to her as he sat down beside of them. His fingers
lightly brushed through the soft dark tendrils. Leaning down, he placed a soft
kiss on Mikey’s head. “Be right back, Weevil…”
Sara shook her head in
amusement as she gently rocked their son. “I guess ‘Weevil’ is gonna stick then, huh?”
Grissom gave her a lopsided
grin and tenderly kissed her lips. “Yeah…probably. Do
you want me to put the stuff up when I get it in here, or do you want to go
through it first?”
She tilted her head in
thought as she watched the baby suck lightly on the nipple of the bottle.
“Hmm…why don’t we go through it? I really didn’t pay too much attention to what
they gave us. Well…except for Brass’ gift…”
He laughed as she wrinkled
her nose. “You know…I kind of liked Jim’s present…”
“You would. You probably put
him up to it…” She smiled brightly at him.
“No…” He gave her a wink and
walked to the door. “Jim knew that Mikey didn’t have
a
She shuddered lightly,
causing the baby to shift in her arms. “You know…it wouldn’t be that bad if it
didn’t…hiss. Where did he find it anyway? I didn’t know that they actually made
stuffed roaches that…hiss…”
He laughed harder as he
opened the door and looked back at her. “You can find anything on the internet
if you look hard enough…”
“Well, maybe we should have
his access disrupted…”
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~
After they had gone through
the bags of gifts, Grissom picked Michael up from the bassinet in the living room
and carried him into the nursery. As he laid him down and covered him with the
Jitterbug blanket, a tear formed in his eye. He allowed his fingertip to gently
trace his son’s ear before he leaned down and whispered a soft “I love you,
Weevil”.
He felt a warm hand on his
back. “Gil…are you really going to call him Weevil?”
He shrugged his shoulders
lightly as he turned to look into the dark brown eyes of his wife. “Yeah…but…only to him. He’s either ‘Michael’ or ‘Mikey’ to everyone else…”
Sara adjusted the blanket
covering her son as she nudged Grissom in the arm. “Good…because…I just can’t
imagine a commentator saying ‘And stepping up to the plate, Weevil Grissom’…”
“Sara…he’s only a week
old…and you already have him playing baseball?”
Her smile shone in her eyes
as she looked at him. “It’s a beautiful sport, you know…”
“What if he prefers
football?”
“Gil, he’s
only a week old…don’t scare me like that!”
He chuckled lightly as they
made their way to the nursery door after switching on the baby monitor.
“Football is beautiful too…”
“Football is…brutal.
Baseball…yeah…football…no…”
“You’re going to be one of
those over-protective mothers, aren’t you?”
She smacked his arm as she
turned on the Jitterbug nightlight and flipped the light switch. “No…I just
really don’t feel like watching my son get pummeled by 250 pound men…”
“What if Weevil is the one
doing the pummeling?”
“Shut up, Gil…”
He laughed a little harder
as he watched her walk down the hall towards their bedroom shaking her head. He
waited until she had walked through the doorway before he grabbed the stuffed
cockroach from the dresser and made his way back to the bassinet.
Placing the plush toy beside
of the sleeping boy, he grinned. “Sweet dreams, Weevil…and don’t worry…if you
want to play football, I’ll talk to Mom about it.”
He watched with silent pride
as his son stretched and yawned. After another gentle kiss on Michael’s
forehead, Grissom quietly left the room and made his way down the hall. Walking
into their bedroom, he stopped just inside the doorway and smiled at the
sleeping form on the bed.
He quickly stripped out of
his clothes and climbed into bed, making sure that the monitor on the
nightstand was turned on. After setting the alarm clock, he rolled onto his
side and wrapped his arms around his sleeping wife.
She snuggled up against him
and softly muttered two words. “No football…”
He smiled as he nuzzled her
ear. “We’ll talk more about this in about eight or nine years…”
A small huff was her reply.
His smile widened as he allowed sleep to find him. After all…it would only be a
couple of hours before he had to get back up.
Grissom walked in the front door to find Sara lying on
the sofa with the baby monitor in her hand as she slept. He smiled at the sight
before him as he softly walked over and sat down on the coffee table in front
of her.
This has to
be the most sleep she’s gotten since…well, since she came to Vegas. She looks
so peaceful when she’s asleep…almost…angelic. If she heard me say that, she’d
probably say something smart like… ‘I don’t look angelic when I’m awake?’
He chuckled lightly at the thought as he reached over
and lightly brushed her hair with his fingers. She opened one eye slowly and
looked at him.
“How long have you been home?”
He had to ask her to repeat her question, not
understanding a word she had said through her yawn. She smiled as she stretched
her arms over her head and placed the monitor on the end table.
“I said…how long have you been home?”
“Oh…I just came in actually.” He leaned over and
placed a soft kiss on her lips. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. What time is it anyway?”
Turning his wrist slightly, he glanced down at his
watch. “
“Hmm…he’s been asleep for…four and half hours or so
now…”
As if on cue, a light whimper could
be heard through the monitor…followed closely by a soft cry which intensified
with each half of a second. Grissom smiled and stood
up.
“The prince has awakened.”
Sara made a move to sit up, only for Grissom to lay
his hand gently on her shoulder. “No…I’ll get him…”
She nodded and allowed her head to fall back against
the pillow resting against the arm of the couch. “Okay…go for it, BugMan…”
He gave her a lopsided grin and proceeded to walk down
the hall to the nursery. She couldn’t stop the smile forming on her face as she
watched him.
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~ ~ ~
Entering the room, he quickly made his way to the
small bassinet and peered inside. His heart melted when he saw the tears
staining his son’s face.
“Hey Little Man…what’s wrong?” He gingerly scooped the
infant up and held him against his chest. “It’s okay, Michael…Daddy has you…”
He carefully placed Mikey on
the changing table and began to undress him. His fingers stilled for a moment
as he began to pull the tabs on the diaper open. He glanced into his son’s dark
blue eyes and smiled.
“Now…are you going to spray Daddy again?”
A soft coo was the weevil’s reply. A broad grin broke
out on Grissom’s face as he pulled the tabs loose and took a step back…just in case.
He shook his head in disbelief when the spray didn’t occur. Stepping back to
the table, he leaned over and kissed Michael’s forehead.
“Now…if I hadn’t taken a step back, you would’ve done
it again, wouldn’t you?”
He quickly cleaned and changed him before going
through the dresser drawer to find his favorite
sleeper for him. He talked softly to his son as he got him dressed and then
picked him up, cradling him against his chest.
“You hungry, Weevil?
Momma’s in the living room. How about I let her hold you while I fix you a
bottle? And then…after you finish your breakfast, I’ll read you something.
Would you like that?”
He talked continuously to the child as he made his way
back to the living room. He smiled at Sara, who was now sitting up and nursing
a fresh cup of coffee.
“You know, Gil…you’re just…adorable.”
He blushed lightly and shook his head. “Why do you say
that?”
She grinned as she set her coffee mug on the table and
extended her arms to take the baby. “The way you talk to him…it’s just…cute.”
“Huh?”
She motioned to the monitor sitting on the end table
as he handed Weevil over. “I heard you…”
“Oh…yeah, well…you know…I read that it’s important to
talk to them. Plus…I really can’t help it.”
She offered him a bright smile. “You…read? Doing
research on child-rearing?”
He shrugged his shoulders lightly as he returned her
smile. “A good scientist always researches…”
She laughed at him as he walked into the kitchen to
prepare the bottle for his hungry Weevil.
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~ ~ ~
“How was work?”
He shifted Michael slightly in his arms, watching him
suck hungrily on the nipple. Lifting his gaze towards his wife, he rolled his
eyes. “Busy…very busy.”
“Well…you are one CSI short right now.”
“Sara…”
“I’m just saying you’re one short. I’m not saying that
I want to come back to work right now. Michael’s only two weeks old…and…I’m not
ready to leave him yet. Don’t worry.”
“Good…because…you still have at least four weeks of
leave.”
“I know, Gil. I’m not going to rush it…”
“Promise?”
She laughed lightly and nodded affirmatively. “Yes…I
promise.”
“Good.” He smiled lovingly at her as he cuddled the
weevil. “Oh…Greg wanted to know if he could come by today. I told him you’d
give him a call…”
“Why didn’t you just tell him he could?”
“Well…I wasn’t sure if Weevil had kept you up all
night…”
She reached over and ran her fingers through his
curls. “So thoughtful…”
Reaching for the phone, she grinned as he picked up
the latest issue of Applied
Psychodynamics in Forensic Science. “Gil?”
“Hm?”
“Be careful what you read to him out of that
magazine…”
His eyes met hers and she giggled lightly at the
confusion glowing in his blue irises. “I don’t want him getting any ideas about
airplanes…”
He shook his head and chuckled lightly as his face
turned slightly pink. “Shut up, Sidle and make your phone call…”
“Grissom.”
“Huh?”
“My name is…Grissom. Not Sidle. Haven’t we had this
discussion before?”
He smirked and gave her a wink. “Just
playing, dear.”
“Be glad that I know that.” She laughed as she dialled
Greg’s number.
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~ ~ ~
“Hey Mom!
How are you doing?”
She shook her head and stifled her laughter. “I am not your mother, Greg…”
“Good thing! So…everything going
okay? You feeling alright? How’s the baby? When
are you coming back to work? Are…”
She stopped his seemingly unending questions as
quickly as she could. “Greg…slow down…”
“Sorry. I’m just kinda excited, I guess. It’s not
every day that Sara Sidle calls me…”
Knowing it wouldn’t do any good to correct him about her
last name, she began answering the questions. “Everything is wonderful…I’m
tired, but for the most part, I’m feeling great…Michael is…well, he’s gorgeous
and healthy…I’ll be back to work in about four weeks…” She took a quick breath
before he could start again. “And…how are you?”
She grinned as she heard her husband softly reading an
article about a new fingerprinting powder to their son. She watched Mikey’s eyes grow heavy at the soothing voice of his
father.
Then she realized that Greg had been rambling and she
had no idea what he had been talking about. Hearing the last part of his
sentence, her eyes grew wide.
“…and then she said… ‘Latex really is cool!’”
“So…you’ve found someone who likes latex?”
She could almost feel him blush. “I’ve talked too
much…I…uh…I need to get some rest. But…maybe
if you have time later this evening…well, could I come over to see you?”
“Sure…just give me a call first…”
She heard a boyish giggle over the phone. “Planning on
something…interesting for Grissom?”
“GREG! We have a two week old baby…sex is the last thing on my mind right now…” She
couldn’t help but join in with his laughter.
“Okay, okay…I’ll call you later…”
“Bye, Greg…”
Hanging up the phone, she looked over at Grissom, who
was watching her closely. She moved closer beside of him and leaned over to
kiss him. He gasped lightly as her tongue glided over his lips, seeking entry
to his mouth.
Without thinking, he granted her entry and returned
her kiss. Suddenly, he pulled back and looked at her. “I...uh…I thought sex was
the last thing on your mind right now?”
She shrugged her shoulders and offered him a sheepish
grin. “I lied…”
“Sara…”
“What?”
“The doctor said six weeks…it’s only been…two.”
“Do you honestly think we’ll be able to wait six
weeks?”
“Um…”
“Honey…no one really
waits that long…”
“But…two weeks…that’s just…too soon…I wouldn’t feel
comfortable. What if I hurt you?”
Placing her hand in his lap, she smiled. “Someone else
doesn’t want to wait four more weeks either…”
“Sara…I’m holding Weevil! Stop…”
She grinned as their eyes shifted downwards to gaze at
the sleeping weevil. “He’s…asleep…”
“Sara…”
She sighed in resignation and shrugged her shoulders
lightly. “Okay, okay…but…would you at least just…hold me?”
He smiled as he stood and offered her his hand. “Let
me put Weevil to bed and then we’ll go lay down for a while, okay?”
Grabbing the baby monitor from the table, she followed
him down the hall and into the nursery. She sighed lovingly as she watched him
tuck Michael into the bassinet. Turning on the Jitterbug mobile, he reached in
and caressed the baby’s head gently.
After kissing the sleeping Mikey’s
head, she took hold of Grissom’s hand and pulled him into their room. Placing
the monitor on the nightstand, she crawled into bed and motioned for him to
join her.
He swallowed nervously as he stripped down to his
boxers and climbed in beside of her. “Just holding, right?”
She gave his lips a tender kiss and nodded. “Of
course…”
She snuggled into his arms, successfully hiding her mischievous
grin.
Surprisingly, he drifted off
to sleep quickly. A long shift, a newborn, a warm body beside
of him. He was tired, no doubt about it. She smiled as she snuggled up
against him and allowed her fingers to trace light circles across his chest.
Her movements stopped as he
murmured softly and shifted in his sleep. Tilting her head, she strained her
ears to listen for any sound from their son. Hearing only the soft breathing of
sleep, she smiled and returned her hand to her husband’s chest.
She watched his face as her
fingers trailed lightly down his torso, coming to a rest at the waistband of
his boxers. He squirmed slightly under her touch. She smiled as she lowered her
lips to his skin.
His eyes snapped open as he
fought for his breath. “Sara!”
Her tongue lazily circled
his nipple as her fingers edged under the elastic waistband. “Hmm?”
“What…are you…doing?”
She chuckled lightly and
lifted her head, moving up slowly to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Babe…if
you have to ask what I’m doing, then it’s been too long…”
He gasped as her fingers
slipped around his growing arousal and stroked lightly. “Uh…Sara…I…I know
exactly…um…maybe…worded…” He shook his head in frustration as his vocal cords
wouldn’t form the sentence running through his head.
“Worded it wrong?”
His hips involuntarily
thrust towards her, eliciting a groan as her fingers tightened around his
girth. “Mm…yeah…”
Using her free hand, she worked
his boxers down slowly. As she pressed the length of her body against him, he
realized that sometime while he was sleeping she had undressed completely.
Smiling into his eyes, she
draped her leg across his and pulled herself up slightly so that she was
straddling his thigh as she increased her pressure on his erection. He groaned
as he felt her fluid make contact with his skin.
“Sara…too…too soon…”
Leaning over him, she
nuzzled his neck before pulling his earlobe into her mouth. “Nothing was said
about mutual masturbation…or…oral stimulation, for that matter.”
Grissom’s hand slid up her
thigh and over her hip as she continued to gently grind against his leg. “So,
Gil…do you want me…to stop?”
He grasped her hip tighter
as she quickened her strokes. “No…”
Leaning down to kiss him,
her progress was halted by a soft whimper coming through the baby monitor. She
stilled her movements and turned her head towards the monitor. In a quiet
voice, she whispered to the inanimate object on the nightstand. “It’s okay baby…go back to sleep…”
Weevil apparently didn’t
hear his mother’s request as his soft whimper quickly turned into a frustrated
cry. With a sigh, she looked into the slate blue eyes of her husband as she
released his throbbing organ from her hand. “I’m sorry, Gil…”
He closed his eyes and gave
a small whimper of his own as she climbed off of him and grabbed her robe. He
watched her leave the room in the direction of the nursery and listened to her
voice soothing their son.
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~
Over the next week, they
continued to try. Each attempt was halted by an unhappy or a hungry Michael.
Grissom emitted a loud groan against Sara’s breast as Mikey
once again demanded his parents’ attention.
Gently pushing her husband
off of her, she smiled lightly. “I’ll get him…”
“The Halcion is on the top
shelf of the medicine cabinet…”
She turned around to look at
him as she was sliding her arms into the soft terry cloth robe. “What?”
He rolled over onto his back
and pulled the sheet up to his waist. “The Halcion…it’s in the medicine
cabinet…”
“Why do you need Halcion?”
“I don’t…”
“So…”
“You could put a tiny bit in
his bottle…”
“GILBERT!”
He grimaced as she flung the
pillow at him. “I was just joking!”
Her laughter echoed in the room
as she made her way to the door. Stopping, she turned around and offered him a
bright smile. “Don’t go anywhere…”
He returned her smile and
linked his fingers behind his head. He stared at the ceiling and listened to
her sing to Weevil as she fed him…and waited patiently for her return.
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~
He opened his eyes as he
felt the bed shift slightly, alerting him to Sara’s presence. As their eyes
met, he gave her a shy grin.
“Did you doze off on me?”
“Must’ve…” He wrapped his
arms around her and pulled her over on top of him. “I’m awake now…”
She shifted her weight and
grinned down at him. “Someone else is awake too…”
Leaning over him, she placed
her hands on either side of his head, as her tongue gently traced his lips. He
opened his mouth to her quickly, pulling her soft muscle inside with his own.
She raised her hips, gasping as his erection slid between her warm folds.
She broke the kiss and
pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. “Gil…”
“Three weeks, Sara…”
“Please, Gil…” She rotated
her hips slowly, smiling as he inhaled sharply at the contact. “Please…”
“Sara, I don’t…know…”
“I do…we can take it slow…”
“What…if I…”
“Hurt me?” She smiled as he
nodded wordlessly. “I’ll tell you…haven’t I always told you before?”
He bit his bottom lip as she
lifted herself a bit more, allowing the glans to nudge against her before
sliding down slowly. His hands gripped her thighs lightly as he gently entered
her. “Sara…”
“Mmm?”
“Promise me?”
She began to slowly rock against
him and moved her hands to his chest for better leverage. “Mmm-hmm…”
His hands left her thighs,
moving over her hips, and up her sides. He caressed her skin gently as she
slowly picked up her pace. He fought the urge to roll them over and wrap her legs
around him. Their eyes met and a silent question was proposed to him.
He smiled and gently thrust
his hips against her. He was rewarded with a low growl from her throat.
Thrusting again, he groaned as her fingers dug into his pectoral muscles. He
knew from the familiar quiver of her inner walls surrounding his erection that
she was close.
His thumb caressed the
underside of her breast before grazing across her sensitive nipple. Sara’s body
violently shook as her orgasm crashed over her. As she called his name out, his
hands moved back to her hips as he thrust into her one last time before his
semen flooded her womb.
Her spent body collapsed on
top of him, their mixture of fluids coating his lower abdomen as his softening
cock slid out of her. His trembling fingers raked through her hair as he
peppered her face with tender kisses.
Taking a deep breath, he
smiled as he looked into her eyes. “Are…are you okay?”
“More than…”
She settled her head against
his shoulder and inhaled deeply before whispering a soft “I love you”. He held
her against his chest as her slumber overtook her. He couldn’t help but grin as
he heard Michael whimper softly through the monitor.
He listened carefully,
waiting for the demanding outburst of tears. He smiled and closed his eyes as
his son whimpered once more before uttering a soft coo and then fell back into
his own dreamland.
“That’s my boy…” He smiled
dreamily as he rolled onto his side, pulling Sara’s body tightly against him.
He lovingly nuzzled her hair and allowed sleep to find him as well.
Grissom sat beside of the
bassinet and watched his three and a half week old son sleep peacefully. He
glanced up at the Bug of the Month calendar hanging on the wall and sighed. He
leaned over and caressed Michael’s head gently before sitting back in his chair
and whispering softly to the sleeping infant.
“You know, Weevil…it’s been
two years now. So much has changed in the world in those two years…yet…so many
things remain the same. People worry about what might happen today. Will we
have a replay of what happened then?”
He tilted his head as Mikey shifted lightly in his bedding. He smiled as the
child settled down quickly.
“You know…I don’t think we
will. But, if anything should happen…not just today, any day…Daddy will be
right there to protect you. You know that, right?”
He smiled as sleepy hazel
eyes greeted him as Michael’s eyelids slowly fluttered open. “Well, hi there Little Man…”
A soft voice from behind him
startled Grissom when he reached in to pick the baby up.
“Gil…did you wake him up?”
He shook his head softly and
chuckled at his wife. “No, Sara. I did not wake him up…I was merely…waiting
for him to wake up.”
Her laughter was light as she
walked across the nursery to watch Grissom change the baby’s diaper and
clothes. “Why didn’t you come to bed this morning?”
He shrugged his shoulders as
he tossed the soiled diaper into the diaper pail beside of the changing table.
“I really haven’t been home that long. And…you were sleeping so soundly…both of
you were. I didn’t want to wake you up.”
She glanced at the JitterBug clock hanging above the crib. “It’s
8:30…rough night?”
He followed her gaze and
smirked at her. “It’s 8:28…and yeah, it was pretty rough.”
Sara moved behind him and
began rubbing his shoulders. “Talk to me about it? God, Gil…you’re muscles are
so…tight. What happened tonight?”
He finished buttoning the
blue and white Chicago Cubs onesie and picked Michael
up before turning to face Sara. “The date…”
Her eyes immediately fell on
the calendar. “Eleventh…”
“Yeah…the eleventh…and it was a full moon. Well, nearly
full…”
Sara smiled lightly at the
attire her young son was wearing. Her fingertips brushed across the soft
cotton. “Come on…I’ll make you breakfast and you can tell me about your night.”
He raised an eyebrow at her
as a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Are you talking to me? Or…Weevil?”
Giving him a wink, she
grinned. “Both of you…come on…”
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~
Grissom sat on the couch,
the soles of his feet resting against the edge of the coffee table in front of
him. Michael was resting comfortably, stretched out along his father’s thighs
with his head positioned just below Grissom’s knees.
“So, what happened at work?”
Grissom took a sip of his
coffee as he held Mikey’s bottle for him. With a
heavy sigh, he placed his mug on the coaster on the end table beside of him.
“Bomb threats…a couple of assaults…the murder of a young Muslim. Remember? The
same thing happened last year on the one year anniversary…”
She nodded silently as she
scooted closer to him. Sara snuggled against his shoulder as he took the bottle
from the sleeping baby and set it beside of his coffee mug before wrapping his arm
around her. “Want to watch some TV?”
He shook his head slowly.
“No…the last thing I want to see is the same footage over and over again.”
She watched him carefully as
his eyes caressed his son’s sleeping form. “Oh…something came for you last
night…”
He turned to look at her,
confusion showing in his eyes. “Last night?”
“Mm-hm.” She
removed herself from his body and pushed herself from the couch. She chuckled
lightly as she walked across the living room.
“What’s so funny, Sara?”
“Nothing
really. Just who
the package is from.” Picking up the small box, she turned to see
questioning blue eyes staring at her from across the room. “Well, how many
wives would think nothing about accepting a package from…” She looked down at
the label quickly. “…the American Board of Forensic Entomologists?”
Standing up, he placed the
baby in the bassinet that Sara had brought in after breakfast, and smiled. “How
many husbands have a wife that actually knows what a Forensic Entomologist is?”
“We are weird…aren’t we?”
He shrugged his shoulders
and reached for the package. “Anything come from Lorquin
today?”
“No…”
His hands paused on the
package as he noticed the questioning tone in her one word answer. Looking back
into her eyes, he grinned. “There’s a new exhibit on its way to
She swallowed her laughter
quickly and covered her mouth with her hand. “And…when is this exhibit supposed
to arrive in
His attention turned back to
the package in his hands. “Um…last week in September, I think…”
“Gil…”
“Yeah?”
“Michael won’t remember
something like that…”
“No…he won’t. But, we will.”
Sara’s smile grew quickly until
she was beaming at her husband. Tentatively, she reached out and took the small
package from his hands. He looked up at her and seeing her smile, couldn’t help
but match hers with one of his own.
“What?”
“You…”
He tilted his head slightly
as he looked at her. “What about me?”
She shrugged her shoulders
lightly and leaned into him, pressing her lips to his. The package briefly
forgotten, he gave into her kiss as her fingers raked through his soft curls.
As she slowly broke the kiss
and leaned back in his arms, he sighed heavily. “So, what was that for?”
She chuckled lightly and
leaned forward to place a soft peck on his cheek. “Just for being you…”
“You’re an odd woman
sometimes, Sara Grissom…”
“Yeah…and you love me for it
too, Gil Grissom…”
“Mm…yeah. Yes, I do.”
As she disentangled herself
from his arms, she looked down at the box in her hand. “So…what’s in this?”
He laughed lightly as he
reached for it again. “Well, I’m not really sure. You won’t let me open it…”
As they made their way to the
couch, he ripped the tape from the corner of the wrapping. As he slid the brown
packaging paper off, a bright grin appeared on his face.
Sara smiled at his
enthusiastic reaction. “Well, don’t you look like a boy on Christmas morning?”
“Eve…”
“What?”
“We always opened our
presents on Christmas Eve when I was a kid.”
She shook her head gently as
she laughed quietly at him. “So, what is it?”
He held up the plastic box
that the package contained. “Look…”
“The life
cycle of Morpho menelaus?”
“Yeah…isn’t it beautiful?”
“It is…but…uh, Gil?”
“Hm?”
She held the display case
between them and narrowed her eyes in concentration. “Uh…what does this…Morpho thing have to do with forensics?”
He took the case from her
hand and grinned. “In this case, absolutely nothing. I
just thought it would look nice in Weevil’s room…so, I asked them to send it to
me…”
“Using your professional
contacts for personal reasons?”
Grissom blushed lightly as
he walked over to the bassinet to check on Mikey.
“Well…I do make exceptions in some cases, you know…”
She grinned as she watched
him walk down the hall towards the nursery. Hearing the baby stir, she picked
up the pacifier from the coffee table and quickly made her way to the infant.
She smiled as his bright hazel eyes met her dark irises.
“Hey there, Bright Eyes…”
She chuckled lightly as she looked over his outfit once more. “Or…should I just
call you Cubby?”
His tiny fingers wrapped
around her index finger as she placed the pacifier in his mouth. She stroked
his soft skin gently as she watched him settle back down.
“You know…Daddy’s going to
try to have you playing baseball before you can walk. I do have to admit
though…you look adorable in this.”
Michael answered with a soft
gurgle.
“You are just gorgeous. If
you had blue eyes, you’d be the spitting image of your Daddy.” Sara smiled as
he stretched. “Of course…you do have Mommy’s legs…well, the length anyway. I
hope yours are bit more muscular than mine…”
“Your legs are perfect…”
She peered over the top of
the bassinet and chuckled. “Yeah…you’re biased too…”
He shrugged his shoulders
and returned her chuckle as he walked behind her. “Cubby?”
“Yeah…you know…you have him
dressed in Cubs’ attire…”
Grissom rested his chin on
Sara’s shoulder and looked into his son’s eyes. “So, Michael…will it be Weevil
or Cubby?”
Michael’s answer was a large
yawn and another stretch.
“Weevil it is…”
Sara elbowed him lightly in
the ribs. “What makes you say that?”
“Well, he yawned when I said
Cubby…” Grissom’s laugh echoed in the room as he pulled Sara to the couch.
He cupped her face gently,
causing her laughter to dissipate quickly as he leaned forward and pressed his
lips against her neck. Her head tilted back as his mouth made a light path to
her throat. His tongue flicked against her skin lightly before his teeth nipped
at the tender flesh.
She whimpered when he pulled
back suddenly and glanced over her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she questioned
him silently.
“I…uh…thought I heard
Weevil…”
Taking advantage of the
situation, she pushed him back slightly and sat up as she removed her shirt and
bra. She grinned at him as she settled into the cushions on the couch and
tugged at his shirt. “He’s asleep, Gil…”
He looked towards the bassinet
again before he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor on
top of her discarded garments. “You sure?”
She gently raked her nails
down his chest, allowing her fingers to circle his left nipple. “Positive…”
With one more cautious
glance towards his sleeping son, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of
her sweatpants and slid them down her legs. He sighed in adoration as he gazed
over her nude form reclining on the sofa.
“My God, Sara…you are so
beautiful…”
He smiled as he looked into
her eyes, seeing her face redden quickly. “Even more beautiful when you blush…”
Reaching between her bent
knees, she tugged at his boxers. “Shut up, Gil…”
He opened his mouth to
protest. His words were caught in his throat as she began to gently stroke the
velvety skin covering his rapidly hardening flesh. A small groan escaped his
lips instead.
She grinned at him and
tightened her grip. “Like that, Babe?”
Kneeling between her legs, his
hands gently caressed her skin as they moved over her knees to her thighs.
“Mm…yeah…”
His right hand slid from her
thigh to tentatively cover her mound. She lifted her hips towards him in an
attempt to increase his pressure on her. A mischievous smile appeared on his
lips as he pulled her hand from his fully erect cock.
“Stop, Sara…”
“Huh?”
His thumb slid between her
lips to find her clitoris. He grinned as he applied gentle pressure to the
sensitive nub. “Stay still, honey…”
“Gil…”
“Shhh…”
His thumb began slow circles
around her clit as his middle finger stroked her inner lips. Her hips bucked
towards him involuntarily at the contact. With a devilish grin, he pulled his
hand away.
“Gil!” Her whimper was soft,
her frustration crystal clear to her husband.
He leaned forward and placed
a gentle kiss on her lips. “I told you…stay…still…”
His tongue began an
agonizingly slow journey down her throat and upper torso. He lavished his
attention on her breasts, careful to avoid her nipples. His warm erection
rested against her thigh as he stopped to lovingly place a kiss in the hollow
of her throat.
“Gil…”
He continued to move down
her quivering body, covering her skin with light kisses and gentle nips. “Hm?”
“Can’t…”
He raised his head, his slate
blue eyes meeting her black irises. “Can’t?”
“Stay…still…I can’t…”
“Try harder…” He chuckled
softly as he lowered his head and plunged his tongue into her navel.
“Evil…” Her sentence was
swallowed by a moan as he eased two of his fingers into her depths and massaged
her inner walls.
His cock throbbed lightly
against her upper ankle as his teeth grazed over her pelvic bone. His thumb
returned to its previous position, circling her clit teasingly.
“…stop…”
He pulled his fingers from
her and looked up at her face quickly, the concern etched into his features. A
loud groan slipped through her lips as she gazed down at him in confusion.
“What’s…why…Gil…”
He tenderly rubbed her hip
with his still wet fingers. “You said…stop. So…I did. Are you okay? Did I hurt
you?”
“No…no…I said ‘don’t
stop’…don’t…”
He didn’t move, instead just
continuing to watch her face. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”
“Dammit
Gil…please…”
A smile slowly appeared on
his face as her nails raked through his hair, guiding him to where she wanted
him. His fingers tightened on her hips as his tongue parted her swollen lips.
She gasped as his rough muscle made contact with her aching clit.
Lifting her legs and resting
them on his shoulders, she cried out as his fingers penetrated her again. She
bit her lower lip as he flicked his tongue against the hardened nub before
gently pulling it into his mouth and sucking lightly.
He felt the violent shudder
begin as her walls started to tighten around his fingers. In one quick motion, he
removed his digits and replaced them with his tongue. His hands moved back to
her hips, using light pressure to attempt to hold her still as he repeatedly
stabbed his tongue deep within her.
Sensing that her orgasm was
extremely close, he slowed his pace much to her apparent dismay. Her fingers
wound in his hair, pulling his face tight against her. He moaned as his tongue
slid from her and gently licked the fluid that she emitted.
“Gil…no…no…keep…going…”
He grinned against her wet
flesh and repositioned his head slightly, giving himself enough room to flick
his tongue against her clit.
“Damn…you…Gil…so…mmm…so…close…”
He chuckled lightly as her
fingers momentarily loosened their grip on his soft curls. He took the
opportunity to move up her body, resting his throbbing erection against her
clit as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
She hungrily sucked the
lithe muscle as he ground his hips against her, teasing her clit with his cock.
Pulling his tongue from her mouth, he pushed himself up slightly and smiled
down at her.
“I know exactly how close
you are, sweetheart.”
“Then…do something…about
it…”
His chuckle was smothered by
a groan in his throat as she tilted her hips and successfully captured the
glans between her wet, swollen lips. Sliding her pelvis down slightly, she licked her fluid from his chin as she pulled him inside.
He gasped as her vaginal muscles manipulated his sensitive flesh as she rocked
her hips against him.
“Gil…”
“Uh…huh?”
She smiled at the strain in
his voice as he tried to control the situation. “Are you…going to…help me out
here?”
“I…I’ll…come…”
She couldn’t stop the soft
laughter from escaping her lips. She gave him a reassuring smile as he captured
her eyes with his own. “Sorry…it’s just…uh…isn’t that the…desired…result?”
He narrowed his eyes
playfully at her as he began to move in rhythm with her. “Yes, smartass…but…oh
God, Sara…not yet…not ready…”
Her eyes twinkled as she
grinned at him in the same mischievous manner he had earlier. “I am…ready…”
She slammed her hips up
against him as she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him
down. She ravaged his mouth with her tongue as she bucked wildly against him.
She felt the groan in his
chest and answered with one of her own as her walls closed in on him,
smothering his erupting cock in a mixture of their fluids. He fought his
muscles in an attempt to keep from collapsing on top of her. She shifted her
body slightly underneath him, allowing him the room to rest his body.
They both uttered a loud,
ragged sigh as his softening cock slipped from her. She ran her fingers through
his sweat-drenched curls as he nuzzled her neck lovingly.
“Sara…”
“Hm, Babe?”
“You…that…evil…”
She chuckled lightly as she
reached over her head for the bottle of water on the end table. “That’s my
genius…unable to form a coherent sentence.”
He took the bottle and
gulped a few swallows of the cool liquid down. “Your fault…”
She placed feather light
kisses over his cheek as he took another drink. “So…I’m evil?”
“Mm…yeah…”
“You know…you started
it…teasing me like that. And you call me evil?”
He gave her a sideways
glance before lifting the bottle to her lips. “So…are you my bronco now?”
She choked lightly on the
water and stared at him. “What?”
“You heard me…”
“I heard you…but what is
that supposed to mean?”
“Am I still your…uh…”
“Stallion?” She answered with a bright grin. “Yeah…Babe, you
are.”
“Well, you’re my bronco…my
bucking bronco…” He slapped her hip lightly as he pulled her in for another
kiss, effectively smothering her laughter.
She tilted her head slightly
as she broke the kiss. He noticed a look of bewilderment in her eyes.
“What is it, Sara?”
“Weevil…”
He tilted his head in the
same manner and listened. “I…don’t hear anything…”
“Exactly my point…”
Sharing a grin, they
snuggled against each other as he pulled the afghan from the back of the sofa
and covered their cooling bodies.