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 XCI
Grissom flipped through the folder that had mysteriously appeared on his
desk while he was out getting a cup of coffee. He looked up as his Billy Bass
started singing.
“Catherine…”
“I really hate that damn fish.”
“Just because you can’t sneak up on me…”
She rolled her eyes and sat down in the chair in front of his desk. He
looked at her curiously and when it was quite obvious that she wasn’t going to
say anything, he placed his pen on top of the folder and folded his hands
together.
“So…Catherine…what can I do for you?”
“I was just wondering how the larva’s doing…”
He leaned back in his chair and grinned as he looked at the frame sitting
on his desk. “Technically…it’s ‘weevil’ now…”
“Technically, he’s an infant child whose father is a very odd
Entomologist who decides to call his children by insect stages…”
Grissom chuckled lightly and turned the frame around so that she could
see the picture. She sighed lightly as her finger slowly traced his outline.
“He’s so adorable.”
“Yeah…he looks like his mother.” His smile widened as she looked up at
him.
“No…he has your mouth and chin…and eye shape.”
“Yeah…but other than that, he’s all Sara. I swear,
that boy is all legs.”
Catherine laughed as Grissom stifled a yawn.
“Is Michael having trouble sleeping through the night?”
“Huh?”
“You look exhausted…”
“Oh…no, he slept through last night…and mostly the night before.”
“Ah…Mom keeping you awake?”
Grissom’s face held a slight shade of red as he pushed his chair back and
stood, grabbing the folder from his desk. “We have work…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He heard a familiar cry coming from the breakroom
as he and Catherine rounded the corner. He stopped quickly and tilted his head,
waiting to hear the sound again.
“Griss…”
He held up a hand to silence her and carefully took another step forward.
As the soft sound became louder, he grinned as he turned to Catherine.
“That’s the ‘I want my Daddy’ cry…” He quickly took off towards the breakroom.
Shaking her head in amusement, she followed him into the room and laughed
lightly at the sight in front of them.
“Nick! What are you doing to him? Where’s Sara?”
“Calm down, Griss…I’m just changing his diaper.
And Sara went to the restroom…”
“No, Nick…you’re doing it wrong…that’s why he’s crying.”
“What do you mean I’m doing it wrong? I’ve changed hundreds of diapers
for my nieces and nephews…”
Grissom placed a gentle hand on his son’s heaving chest and leaned down
to kiss his forehead. “It’s okay Weevil, Daddy’s here…we’ll show Nick what he’s
doing wrong, okay?”
He smiled at Mikey as he took the diaper off
that Nick had just put on him. Mikey’s cry slowly quietened to a soft whimper as Grissom’s voice lowered to a
whisper as he explained to Nick the process of changing the baby’s diaper.
“First of all…you have to talk to him. Like this…it doesn’t really matter
what you say. Just talk to him. Use his name, he likes that. Don’t you,
Weevil?”
A small tear fell from the corner of the baby’s eye. Grissom’s thumb
caught it before it reached his ear.
“Oh…don’t cry Mikey…it’s
okay. Here…where is it?”
He placed one hand carefully on Mikey’s chest
as he searched through the diaper bag. Smiling, he pulled out an object and
looked towards Nick.
“Second of all…you always need to have Rusty on hand.”
“Rusty?”
Grissom chuckled as he showed Nick the stuffed animal. “Yeah…Rusty
the Roach. Brass got it for him…and…Michael loves it. Keeps
him calm. Rusty is a necessity…”
“Like father, like son…” Catherine muttered under her breath, gaining a
stern look from Grissom and a stifled laugh from Nick.
He placed the plush roach on his son’s chest and quickly slid a fresh
diaper underneath him. “There you go, buddy. Rusty didn’t leave…he’s right
there.”
He smiled as Michael cooed softly as he finished fastening the diaper and
redressing him. Turning towards Nick, he offered the young man a bright grin.
“And…that’s all there is to it…”
“Griss…that’s exactly what I was doing.
Well…with the exception of Rusty the Roach…”
He shrugged his shoulders lightly and leaned over the baby. “Well, I
guess he just wanted his Daddy…didn’t you?”
He chuckled as he picked the infant up and sat down on the couch.
“So…were we having Weevil Diapering Lessons?”
All eyes turned towards the door to find Sara leaning against the frame,
grinning in amusement.
“Hey, you…I was just showing Nick the essentials of Rusty…”
She crossed the room and took a seat next to her husband. Reaching out
with her index finger, she gently tickled Mikey’s
ribs. “Rusty…yeah…he’s definitely his father’s son…”
“Sara…”
Catherine snorted lightly. “See? I told you…”
Grissom glared at her and shook his head. Before he said anything he
might regret, he turned and placed a soft kiss on Sara’s lips. “So, what are
you doing here?”
“Mikey missed you…”
“What about you?” He shifted the dozing child in his arms.
“More than you know…”
Catherine quietly ushered Nick out of the room and closed the door behind
them.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Sara…”
“Come on Gil…please?”
“No…”
“Gil…”
“I’m not having this argument right now, Sara.”
“It’s not an argument…it’s a discussion.”
“It’s a discussion which could easily turn into an argument. And…I’m not
having it right now. This is a big decision and one that I’m not sure either
one of us is ready for…”
“Why would you not be ready for it?”
He sighed heavily and placed his sleeping son in the carrier she had
brought in with them. After buckling him in securely, he turned to his wife. “Sara…who’s going to watch Michael?”
“Uh…have you ever heard of…babysitters?”
“Sara, he’s 5 weeks old. I don’t want just any babysitter watching our
son.”
“Do you think that I would leave him with just anyone?”
“No…no, I don’t. But…I don’t know anything about babysitters…”
“Maddie agreed to come down for a couple of
weeks and stay with him during the night while we’re at work…just until we find
someone we can trust…”
“Maddie? Your Aunt Maddie?”
“Yes.” She watched him curiously as he fidgeted with various objects on
the counter in front of him. She grinned as she moved over to him and wrapped
her arms around him as she rested her head on his shoulder. “You know…I think
she’s gotten over the crush thing…”
He chuckled lightly as he returned her embrace. “I think she has too.
It’s just…doesn’t this seem a little soon?”
“I’m taking another week…I wouldn’t be coming back tomorrow. I just…need
to come back to work, Gil.”
“And…you’re sure Maddie is okay with watching
him while we’re at work? I mean…until we find a sitter for him?”
“Her exact words were… ‘How soon do you want me to be there?’ I would say
that she’s more than okay with it…”
He sighed in resignation as his fingers lightly ran back and forth across
her back. “Dr. Herrero?”
He felt her nod as she tightened her arms around him. “Yes…I talked to
her yesterday. She said that I’m fine…perfectly able to return to work…”
He swallowed nervously and turned his head slightly to kiss her head.
“Tell her to fax the reports to me so I can get the paperwork done, okay?”
She grinned and gently tickled his ribs. As Grissom squirmed away from
her, she laughed lightly…mindful of the sleeping Weevil. “At least we know
where Mikey’s ticklish ribs come from…”
“Keep it up, Si…uh…Grissom…”
That near-slip earned him another poke in the ribs, causing him to back
up and fall onto the couch. She quickly straddled his thighs and gently pressed
her lips to his.
“Sara…uh…not here…”
“I’m not doing anything…”
“Since when do you have to? And…technically, you are doing something.
You’re sitting on me and kissing me…”
“Well…you did say to keep it up…”
Their gentle laughter was smothered as their mouths met once again. He
broke the kiss slowly and glanced towards the closed door.
“Why don’t we…uh…go to my office?”
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“Waiting on Greggo…he’ll page me. It’s a
semi-slow night. And…I’d be much comfortable in my office if you’re that intent
on making out with me…”
“I am…you get Weevil, I’ll get the bag…”
He grinned as she hurried out of the room and sped down the hall towards
his office. As he stepped into the hall, he ran into Catherine.
“Uh…if you need me, page me. Sara and I will be in my office discussing
her return from maternity leave…”
“Uh-huh. Okay, Grissom.”
“No, seriously…”
She gave him a wink and motioned down the hall. “Better get down there.
You know how she gets if you keep her waiting on a discussion like that…”
He nodded affirmatively and began the short trek to his office. She shook
her head lightly and turned to head back to Trace. “Discussion, my ass…”
She chuckled and made her way back down the hall.
With the baby sleeping peacefully in the small playpen that Grissom had
set up behind his desk for such occasions, they sat on the couch alternating
between going through paperwork and exchanging passionate kisses. She sighed
heavily as he slowly pulled away from one of those such
kisses and opened another folder.
“You know…this wasn’t exactly my idea of making out in your office…”
He chuckled and glanced at the clock. “Well, there’s only thirty minutes
left of shift…”
“And?”
Turning towards her, he offered her a bright grin. “And…if you let me get
the paperwork finished on these last two cases…we’ll be able to go home in
thirty minutes…”
“Oh…” She gave him her best pout as she snuggled up against him. “Okay,
then…need any help?”
He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and shook his head gently. “Almost finished, honey. I promise I’ll make it up to you…”
She grinned brightly as she watched him sign his name to the various
sheets of paper in the folder he was holding. “Mm…well, I’ll be quiet then and
let you work…”
He tossed the folder in the ‘out’ pile and laughed as he picked up the
last one.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Opening their front door, he stood to the side as he watched her slide
inside and place the diaper bag on the couch. Turning
towards him, she stretched out her arms. “Let me have him…”
He grinned mischievously as he shifted the baby to his left arm. “Which him?”
She blushed lightly and pointed towards his arm. “I was actually talking
about Michael…”
“Oh…well, in that case…”
“So that I could put him down and take you to bed…”
“Hm…I think…yes, I do like that idea. But, I don’t mind putting him down.
Why don’t you get ready for bed?”
“You sure? You’re
the one who worked all night…”
He licked his lips as she started unbuttoning her shirt. “Uh…yeah…I’m
sure. I’ll be there in just a couple of minutes…”
Turning, she walked briskly down the hall towards their bedroom as she
called out over her shoulder. “Okay…but, don’t keep me waiting…”
He heard the bedroom door close and he took a deep breath as he walked
into the nursery. Placing the baby in his bassinet, he smiled as he gazed at
his sleeping son. He carefully covered him in the soft blue cotton blanket that
he had apparently decided was his favorite and kissed his head gently.
“Okay, Weevil…it’s 7:30…think you can give us a
couple of hours before you decide to scream at us?” He stood upright and shook
his head lightly. “Or…at least one.”
After double checking to make sure the monitor was turned on, he slipped
out the door and made his way down the hall.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
His heart skipped a beat as he opened the bedroom door and stepped
inside. The room was illuminated by candlelight, his wife pouring them each a
glass of wine as she leaned against the headboard clad only in one of his dress
shirts, which she had left unbuttoned.
“Wine? At 7:30 in the morning?”
“Well, it’s the same as about 6:30 in the evening for us, now isn’t it?”
He smiled at her logic as he kicked off his shoes and crawled onto the
bed with her. Raising an eyebrow as she handed him a glass, his eyes darted
towards the nightstand. “Candles?”
“Mm-hm…”
“Planning something?” He took a small sip of his wine and lowered the
glass.
“Maybe…”
His tongue licked his bottom lip as she reached over and began
unbuttoning his shirt. “Mm…so…what are you maybe planning?”
“Wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it?” She winked at him as she slid
his shirt down his arms.
As he raised the glass to take another drink, she bumped his arm causing
a small amount of the liquid to splash onto her chest. He watched the red
droplets roll down her skin.
“Griss?”
“Hm?”
“Are you going to do something about that?”
“Mm-hm…”
She smiled as he leaned forward and slowly licked the wine from her skin,
allowing his tongue to linger longer than was necessary. She didn’t seem to
mind.
He pulled back slightly and gazed into her eyes. “Did you do that on
purpose?”
“Maybe…”
He gave her a lopsided grin and pushed the shirt from her body with his
free hand. “Well, you could’ve given me a little more to clean up. All that did
was make me crave more…”
She returned his grin and lifted her own glass to her lips. “That was the
point…”
“Yeah?” He moved closer to her,
licking the wine residue from her lips as she lowered the glass.
“Mm…yeah…”
Stretching her arm out away from him, she blindly placed her glass on the
nightstand as he gently pushed her onto her back. “And…just what are you doing,
Dr. Grissom?”
“I love the way wine tastes on your skin…much more than in a glass…”
She gasped as the fluid splashed across her abdomen and his tongue
thirstily lapped at her skin, cleansing her flesh thoroughly before pushing
himself up and looking into her eyes. “I love you, Sara.”
Her reply was concealed in a moan as he dribbled a small amount of the
red wine into the hollow of her throat. Dipping his head quickly, he sucked the
liquid from her skin as she maneuvered her body so that he was lying on top of
her. He lifted his head, staring into her eyes as he supported his weight with
his left hand beside of her right shoulder and his knees between her thighs.
Her hand traveled down his bare back, her nails scraping against his
skin. He inhaled sharply as he felt her fingers move to his side. “Gil?”
“Yeah?” His hips involuntarily
rocked against her, the slight movement causing a small amount of the alcohol
to land on the sheet.
“You…are…overdressed…”
“Are you going to fix that problem?”
She smiled seductively as her hand slid from his side, across his
abdomen, and coming to a rest on his belt buckle. “Mm…yes, I am…”
He pushed himself up to give her more access and took the opportunity to
pour the remainder of his wine over her breasts. He leaned back and placed the
empty glass on the nightstand beside of hers as she quickly pushed his slacks
and boxers down his thighs.
Her hand closed around his erection as he leaned back over her, his lips
nipping at her wine coated cleavage. She moaned loudly as he captured her
painfully erect nipple in his mouth and sucked hungrily. He groaned against her
breast as she squeezed the flesh in her hand.
Before it was too late, he pulled himself from her embrace and stood on
shaky legs beside the bed. As he finished removing his pants, she leaned over
the edge of the bed and opened the drawer on the bedside table.
As she pulled out one of the vibrators and a tube of lubrication, he
grinned and clambered back on the bed. Dropping the items on the mattress, she
grabbed his shoulders and easily rolled him onto his back.
He groaned in pleasure as her mouth roamed over his body slowly. Straddling
his thigh, she slid her tongue over his collarbone as she reached for the
vibrator. His hand grasped her hip as he heard the small device buzz lightly.
He gasped as her mouth found his neck, sucking the sensitive flesh in between
her teeth. His body jerked as she gently ran the vibrator along the underside
of his throbbing erection.
She released his flesh and moved her mouth to his ear, whispering huskily
as she continued to glide the vibrating phallus over his cock. “Like that,
Babe?”
He grunted a response of some sort. She took it as a ‘yes’ and continued.
Sliding back down his body, her mouth engulfed his hardness as she extended her
exploration with the toy to his scrotum.
The fingers of his right hand curled in her hair as his left hand grasped
the sheet beneath him. His strangled groan resonated in the room.
Allowing her mouth to slide off of him completely, she watched his face
carefully as she moved the vibrator over his testicles. As his eyes shut
tightly, she moved the object lower.
His eyes shot open in surprise and slight fear as he felt the buzzing
hard plastic touch his anus. “Sara!”
She smiled up at him as she slowly turned the vibrator off and placed it
on the bed. “Hm?”
“What…what…”
“Am I doing?”
He nodded quickly as he tried to catch his breath.
“Experimenting…”
“But…but…why…”
“Why did I do that?”
Another nod was his answer.
She moved back up his body, purposely sliding her wetness over his
hardened flesh. “I think you might like it…”
“What? No…no…”
“You like doing it to me, right?”
“Um…”
“And I like it when you do it to me, right?”
“I…”
“You enjoyed my finger sliding inside of you as I sucked you…”
He swallowed hard and took a breath as deep as his lungs would allow.
“But…that was different…”
She leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his lips. “Remember
the intensity of your orgasm that time?”
“Mm-hm…” He looked into her eyes warily.
“It would be even more…explosive…than that…”
“Sara…I…”
“Remember how gentle you were with me the first time?”
“Yes…” His voice had lowered to a whisper.
“I would be even more gentle…I’d stop if it was
too much…”
“Sara…”
“Gil…just give it a chance? If you don’t like it…I’ll stop…”
He sighed into her mouth as she kissed him.
She
broke the kiss slowly, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. A smile
crept across her face and she offered him a wink.
"Do
you want me to stop or…"
He
gasped lightly as she ran the imitation phallus along his length.
"Sara…"
His voice was heavy as he gasped once more.
"I’ll
stop…"
His
hand quickly grasped her arm as she tried to move. Their eyes locked, his body
shifted somewhat.
"No…"
"No?"
Taking
a deep breath, he closed his eyes briefly as his fingers lightly stroked her
arm. His eyes snapped open when he felt her tongue gently flick against the glans.
Dropping
the vibrator onto the bed, she smiled inwardly as she allowed her mouth to
engulf him. Her fingers dug into his thighs as the head of his cock bumped
against the back of her throat. Tilting her head slightly, she swallowed him
into her throat.
His
fingers tightened in her dark hair as he resisted the urge to thrust into her
mouth. In his heightened state, he failed to notice her right hand sliding from
his body.
Her
hand blindly searched for the tube of KY as she continued to suck him slowly.
Gliding her tongue along the underside of sensitive flesh, she smiled to
herself as her fingers located the missing lube.
Deftly
popping the cap open, she squeezed a fair amount of the cool gel onto her index
and middle fingers. Her lips tightened around his erection as she moved her
hand between his legs and spread the lubrication over his anus.
He
groaned loudly and lifted his hips as he felt her finger gently ease inside of
him. He bit his lip as her progression paused long enough for his muscles to
relax.
She
slid her mouth from his cock as her finger tenderly stroked his prostate. Her
tongue licked the length of his erection teasingly before she pushed herself to
her knees. Leaning over him, she straddled his right thigh and licked his
nipple before looking into his glazed eyes.
"Feel good, Babe?"
He
raised his thigh slightly, a smile forming on his face as his hot skin made contact
with her wet pubic hairs. His smile faded quickly into a moan as she rotated
her finger inside of him and began to grind her hips against his thigh.
He
whimpered lightly as he felt her finger slip from his anus. His hand rested
against her hip, his fingers grasping her flesh tightly as she continued to
grind against him.
With
his eyes closed and his head pressed into the pillows, she smiled broadly and
reached for the object lying beside of him. Oblivious to her movement, he
uttered a groan as he felt her juices begin to smother his skin.
A
smile graced his lips as he felt the coolness against his anus again. The smile
was brief, replaced by a grimace as a sharp pain coursed through him.
"Sara!
What the…"
The
question died in his throat as her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. She
held the vibrator firmly in place, not allowing any movement at all until his
muscles relaxed around the soft head.
Relinquishing
his tongue, she offered him a seductive grin before sliding back down his
quivering body. Feeling him relax somewhat underneath her, she stared into his
eyes as she licked her fluid from his thigh.
Inhaling
deeply, he gave her a short nod as permission for her to continue.
Raising
one eyebrow at him, she smiled. "Are you sure?"
"Mm…yeah,
I think so…"
"No…are
you sure? This is a big step for you. I don’t want to hear ‘I think so’…"
He
thrust his hips gently as her tongue licked the underside of his erection.
"What…do you want…to hear?"
She
smiled as she placed a tender kiss on the head and worked the toy into his
rectum a bit more. "Yes…or no…"
He
gasped loudly as her mouth engulfed his throbbing hard-on once more.
"Yes…God, Sara…yes!"
Her
heart fluttered as her ears picked up the intense emotions reflected in his
voice. Increasing her suction slightly, she continued to ease the vibrator
inside of him.
As
he gently thrust into her mouth, he suddenly became very aware of the fact that
she had managed to work the toy all of the way in. Instead of thrusting the
fake phallus inside, she merely twisted the power switch at the base, causing
it to vibrate gently against his prostate.
Opening
her eyes as his fingers would themselves in her hair, she watched a small
droplet of blood escape from his lip. Pulling her mouth from him quickly, she
looked at him in concern as his eyes fluttered open.
He
questioned her silently, the best that he could through lust-glazed irises.
"Your
lip…"
He
groaned, shaking his head and closing his eyes. "It’s…okay…"
"Gil…"
"Don’t…stop…please…"
She
smiled as the fingers of his left hand gripped the bedsheets.
As she increased the vibration gently, she felt the muscles in his abdomen
begin to quiver.
Knowing
he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, she lowered her head and sucked
his cock back into her mouth. His hips thrust involuntarily against her as she
twisted the knob a bit more.
Feeling
the intense urge to watch him come, she slid her mouth off of his cock and
resumed her previous position with her aching center pressed tightly against
his muscular thigh. With an animalistic grunt, he thrust towards her one last
time as his semen erupted from his erection. She grinned through her moans as
her hot fluid flooded over him again.
Gently
easing the vibrator from her gasping husband’s ass, she looked down in time to
see his semen glistening on her abdomen before his shaking hand wiped it away.
As
he started to wipe his hand on the edge of the sheet, she grabbed it and pulled
it to her mouth. His eyes widened slightly as her lips wrapped around his damp,
sticky digits and sucked the remnants of his seed from them.
Releasing
her hold on him, she laid down beside of him and
draped her long leg over him as she rested her head on his chest. Her fingers
playfully circled his nipple and she placed a soft kiss on his sternum.
She
waited until his heartrate returned to normal and his
hands were tracing lazy circles on her back. Lifting her head, she gazed into
his bright blue eyes.
"So…"
A
smile played on his lips. "Hm?"
"What…well,
uh…"
He
chuckled lightly at her stammering and winked. "Well…it’s not something
that I’d want to do every day…"
Her
eyes narrowed slightly. "But?"
He
pulled her down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before he ran his fingers
through her hair in a loving gesture.
"But…I
think it’s safe to assume that I enjoyed it…"
"But…I
don’t assume…"
She
grinned as he questioned her with a single raised eyebrow.
"You,
Dr. Grissom, have always told us…to assume nothing." Her grin widened as
he rolled his eyes. "So…it wouldn’t be safe for me to assume your
enjoyment…which is why I asked…"
He
looked directly into her eyes, and with all of the seriousness he could muster,
he replied softly. "You didn’t ask…you stammered…"
"You
ass…"
He
caught her hand as she reached out to playfully slap his chest. "My ass…is
a bit…tender…but, yes sweetheart, I did enjoy it…"
She
snuggled into his embrace and stifled a yawn. "Are you okay?"
He
rubbed her back gently as his own yawn was released. "Mm-hm…I’m fine, honey. Really…"
She
tilted her head slightly as her eyes found his. "I sense another
‘but’…"
He
chuckled softly at her unintentional pun and motioned towards the baby monitor
on the nightstand. "Suppose we could get a quick nap in before Weevil
decides that it’s time for us to be up?"
She
didn’t bother to hide her yawn as she placed her head back on his chest.
"Sounds like a plan to me…"
"Sara?"
"Hm?"
"No
little cute, inside jokes at work about you being a pain in my ass, okay?"
She
choked on the sudden laughter in her throat. "Would I do something like
that?"
"Uh…yeah…"
"Never
going to let me live down the stallion thing, are you?"
"Warrick
still whinnies at me every now and then!"
Sara’s
body shook with laughter as she buried her face into his chest.
"Okay…okay…I promise…no cute, inside jokes…"
"Thank
you…" He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.
Just
as sleep began to overtake him, he heard a soft whinny coming from her lips. He
smiled as his arms tightened around her.
"I
love you too, Sara…"
She
woke up with a start. Her hair plastered to her head in sweat-soaked strands,
her heart racing, gasping for breath. She knew what the nightmare was
immediately and looked to her left to find her husband sleeping peacefully
beside of her. She willed herself to calm down, but nothing she did could shake
the intense fear burning within her.
Her
trembling hand caressed his warm cheek as she placed a light, tender kiss on
his sleeping lips. Taking a deep breath, she slid out of bed and padded
barefoot down the hall. She pushed the door open gently and was not surprised
that her nine week, four day old son was sleeping soundly in the crib. It was
3:22 a.m. after all.
She
sat in the old rocking chair that Grissom had reupholstered shortly before
Michael’s birth. She smiled at the fabric he had chosen. Dark
blue with dragonflies. He had called them some long name in Latin that
for some reason hadn’t stuck in her mind. She threaded her fingers through the
wooden railing on the side of the crib. She grinned as Mikey’s
hand closed around her long digit.
She
yawned sleepily as the panic of her nightmare slowly left her.
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
The
smell of fresh brewed coffee tickled her nose. Her ears registered the soft
giggle that she instantly recognized as her son’s when his father was playing
with him. Smiling, she stretched lightly and stood…and then stretched more
fully before she folded up the afghan that had mysteriously covered her during
her sleep.
Walking
into the living room, her heart skipped lightly as she took in the scene before
her. Her son lying on his favorite blanket on the couch, her husband leaning
over him blowing soft raspberries on his stomach and rubbing his soft beard
against Michael’s skin, Mikey’s hands wrapped in her
husband’s slightly gray curls and giggling happily.
"Good
morning…" She walked over and kissed the back of Grissom’s bare shoulder
softly.
Magically
able to escape Weevil’s grasp without causing major pain to himself, he sat up
and smiled at his wife. "Good morning to you too…what happened last
night?"
She
shrugged her shoulders lightly as she walked into the kitchen.
"Just…wanted to see if Michael was okay…guess I
fell asleep while I was watching him."
Casting
a questioning look towards her as she walked away, he turned towards the young
prince who was grasping at his bare abdomen. "I think there’s more to it
that that…don’t you, Weevil?"
Receiving
a giggle in response, Grissom nodded and picked his son up. "Yeah, that’s
what I thought."
He
gently placed the boy in the playpen that had been set up in the corner of the
living room. Playfully tossing Rusty the stuffed Madagascar Hissing Cockroach
at his son, he gave him a wink. "I’m going to go talk to your Mom for a
minute…but, Rusty’s going to keep you company. If you
need anything…just yell, okay?"
Bright
hazel eyes twinkled at him as he sighed contentedly. Grissom smiled brightly at
his son once more before he turned to join Sara in the kitchen.
Reaching
above her head slightly, he opened the cabinet door and pulled two mugs from
the shelf. He watched her carefully as she stared at the toaster. He shook his
head lightly and pulled the yellow jug of milk from the refrigerator and
splashed some of the contents into one of the mugs.
"Sara?"
"Mm?"
He
reached around her, pulling the carafe from the coffee maker. As he filled the
two mugs, he sighed lightly. "What happened last night?"
She
grabbed the maroon mug and lifted it to her lips. She swallowed the hot,
slightly creamy liquid quickly. He blew across the top of his mug, amazed that
she could just drink it that hot.
"Sara?"
"You’ve
always made the perfect cup of coffee, you know that?"
He
tilted his head and stared at her. Giving him a quick glance, she dropped her
eyes almost as soon as she looked into his. "I mean…you’ve always added
just the right amount of milk…without even asking. How do you do that?"
His
voice echoed the puzzlement he felt. "I’m…perceptive at times…I
suppose."
She
chuckled and took another sip of her coffee before setting the mug down beside
of his. "Yeah…at times…"
"Sara…answer me…"
Inhaling
deeply, she looked out the window before turning and gazing at her son playing
happily in the playpen. "Nightmare…"
His
fingers touched her arm lightly. "About?"
She
bit her lip to stop the tears. "Promise me you’ll never leave us…"
"What?"
His left hand tightened around her arm as the index finger of his right hand
lifted her chin so that she would look at him. "Leave? Sara…I would
never…"
"Not
like that, Gil…"
He
released her arm and pulled her into a fierce hug as the realization dawned on
him. He whispered her name softly.
She
began to talk in a hushed whisper of her own as her arms wrapped around him.
"The phone rang…Michael was asleep…I was reading. I thought it was you…it
wasn’t. At the same time that the phone rang, someone was knocking on the door.
Brass. I knew then…" Her sob caught in her chest
as she tightened her hold on him. "Don’t do that to us, Gil.
Just…don’t…"
"Shhh…" He held her against his chest and pressed
tender kisses into her hair. "You know that’s not going to happen…"
"You
never know, Gil…you never know. We have dangerous jobs…what if…"
He
interrupted her quickly. "It’s not going to happen, Sara."
In
that moment, listening to the conviction in his voice, if he had told her that
he was going to grow another head from one of his experiments gone wrong she
would’ve believed him. She relaxed in his embrace and reached for her cooling
mug of coffee.
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
Sara
fed Michael his bottle as Grissom took his shower. She smiled at the baby as he
pulled the nipple from his mouth and pushed the bottle away. "Had
enough?"
Bright
eyes gazed at her as he giggled lightly. "You are such a giggly baby,
aren’t you? I don’t think I was that way…maybe you get that from your
father." Sara chuckled lightly and then laughed harder at the expression
on her son’s face. His brow furrowed in a way she had only seen from one
person…Gil Grissom.
"Sorry,
Michael…I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just…imagining your father as a giggly
baby is just…well, it’s funny. You’ll understand one day…I promise."
"He’ll
understand what one day?"
She
smiled at the man standing in the doorway, clad only in a pair of jeans and a
towel draped over his damp shoulder. "Well…look at you…"
"What?"
She
grinned seductively at him and shook her head. "Oh, I’ll explain it to you
later…after Mikey goes to sleep…"
Grissom
blushed lightly and walked across the room to sit on the couch beside of Sara.
Reaching out, he rubbed his son’s small head and then playfully tickled his
small ribs. He laughed proudly at Weevil’s delight.
Glancing
at Sara, he saw the lopsided grin on her face that he had grown to love so many
years prior. "What?"
"You
were a giggly baby, weren’t
you?"
"Huh?"
Pointing
to their son, she chuckled. "He gets it from you…"
"No…no,
that’s definitely a Sidle-giggle. Listen to the pitch…"
"No…it’s
a Grissom thing…he’s definitely all Grissom…"
She
felt her heart flutter as he took the baby from her and stood him on his
thighs. "Stand there, Weevil…"
"Gil…he’s
not even three months old yet…"
"Hey…I
was crawling at 4 months…said my first word at 6…and was walking well by the
time I was 8 ½ months…" He glanced at his wife, who was looking at him
skeptically. Shrugging his shoulders lightly, he stood and walked to the
bookshelf.
Pulling
a very old, tattered book from behind some other newer ones, he walked back
over to the couch and after a brief hesitation, handed the book to Sara. "At least…according to Mom. And, I really don’t think
she’d lie about something like that…"
A
broad smile crept across Sara’s face as she opened the "Baby Gil
Book". "Name…Gilbert S. Grissom…birthdate…August
17, 1956…aww, what an adorable picture!"
"Sara…"
His tone was not one of amusement.
"No,
seriously, Gil. It looks like one of the first pictures of Michael…look."
He
looked over the baby’s head, which was resting comfortably on his chest and his
mouth opened in shock. "That’s…"
"Scary?
Yeah…it is…" She continued to read through the accomplishments of young
Gil…or ‘Gilly’ as he was called more than once
throughout the book. "Wow…"
He
gave his son a bright smile before looking at Sara. "What?"
"Your
first word was… ‘bug’?"
He
shrugged as he chuckled briefly. "According to Mom, it was…"
"Bug? Not…da-da…or
ba-ba…or anything normal…but…bug?"
"Apparently,
I’ve never been normal…I’ve always liked bugs. Mom said there was one crawling
across the porch and she killed it. I cried. She said it was okay, it was only
a bug. She said that I pointed towards the squished insect and said… ‘bug’…"
"You
cried because she killed a bug?" She was fighting to keep the laughter
inside.
He
shifted the dozing baby onto the couch between them and covered him with his
blanket. "Go ahead…laugh. But, look where my love of bugs has gotten me in
life…"
"Yeah,
graveyard at the Las Vegas Crime Lab…"
"No…a
beautiful wife, a gorgeous son…and the life I wanted."
"Gil…"
He
offered her a bright smile as her eyes glistened. "Come on…I’ll fix us
dinner before I have to leave for work…"
The
dinner had been nice. Conversation, wine, pasta…seductive
glances across the table. As he cleared the table and placed the dishes
in the sink to be washed, she walked into the living room to check on the
mysteriously quiet Weevil. She smiled at her sleeping son who was cuddling
Rusty in his small arms.
She
sighed contentedly as she felt his arms encircle her waist from behind. Leaning
back against him, his warmth surrounded her in a loving embrace.
"I’ve been thinking, Gil…"
He
pressed his lips to her neck and held her closer to him. "About?"
"I
want to go to work with you tonight…"
"Sara…"
She
turned in his arms and looked into his eyes. "I need to go to work
with you tonight…"
His
brow furrowed slightly. "Need?"
She
wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his shoulder.
"I…want to make sure you’re okay…"
Knowing
he wasn’t going to win this discussion, he sighed. "And…who’ll watch
Weevil for us?"
"Well,
Greg is off…"
"I
don’t know about that…"
"Gil,
Greg is very good with him…and Michael really likes him…"
"And
we’ll come home in the morning and Mikey’s hair will
be spiked and colored green."
He
relaxed as Sara’s laughter tickled his ear. Placing a soft kiss on his
shoulder, she leaned back slightly in his arms. "No…blue, maybe…but
definitely not green…"
"You’re
not helping here, Sara…"
Her
laughter grew and he found it intoxicating and contagious. Unable to stop
himself, he joined in with a deep chuckle of his own. The laughter stopped
abruptly as their eyes locked.
Reaching
up, her fingers ran through his hair as she pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss
was meant to be just a soft brush across his lips. Apparently, he had other
thoughts as he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth and licked the sensitive
flesh.
Her
knees buckled immediately, bringing a smile to his face as he caught her.
Releasing her lip, his tongue found the soft skin below her ear and teased it
gently.
A
soft gurgle broke his advances.
They
both looked into the playpen, prepared to see their son’s hazel eyes smiling at
them. Instead, they were shocked…and slightly relieved…to find him still
sleeping peacefully.
She
turned her gaze back towards her husband and licked her lips. "Race you to
the bedroom…"
He
answered her with a grin and released her from his embrace.
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
He
followed her into their bedroom and smiled as she turned around before falling
on the bed.
"Beat
you…"
He
crawled onto the mattress and hovered over her as she moved towards the head of
the bed and placed her head on the pillows. "I let you…"
"You
let me? Okay…so, what is my prize?"
He
straddled her thighs and lightly traced her lips with his finger. "Hm…I
don’t know. I didn’t think that far ahead…"
Her
hand slid down his chest and came to rest at the waistband of his jeans. She
lightly fingered the button as she looked into his eyes. "Better think of
something quick…"
His
eyes darkened slightly as her fingers slid the button free.
"Um…well…I…"
She
pulled his zipper down slowly, grinning as his eyes closed. He felt her move
underneath him and struggled to open his eyes. He inhaled sharply as he looked
down to see that she had quickly removed her shirt and bra.
Her
grin widened at his reaction. Her hands covered her breasts and squeezed the
soft mounds gently. He shifted his weight to accommodate his rapidly growing
erection. He placed his hand on her stomach, rubbing in a slow, circular
pattern…pausing when his fingers edged under the waist of the sweatpants she
had put on earlier.
Easing
himself off of her, his eyes remained focused on her hands as he slid the
fleece down her legs. He gasped lightly as her fingers gently pinched her
nipples. She smiled as she moved her right hand from her chest and reached down
slowly to tug at his jeans.
"You…can’t
be…very comfortable in…these…"
He
shook his head silently as she slid his jeans and boxers down over his hips.
She licked her lips as his erection was freed. "Better?"
A
soft moan was his reply as her fingers closed around his engorged shaft. His
hand slid up her inner thigh, eliciting a soft giggle from her throat. He
smiled as his fingers found the slightly damp hair that covered her aching
center.
She
groaned and tightened her grip on him as his thumb and index finger parted her
lips gently, allowing his middle finger to stroke the inner flesh. She began
moving her hand slowly as his finger barely touched her clitoris before sliding
down and pushing inside of her.
They
stared into each other’s eyes as they found their rhythm easily. His thumb
brushed across her clit as his finger slid across that special spot repeatedly.
He thrust his hips as she increased her pressure while she stroked him, her
thumb teasing the underside of the glans.
She
bit her lip and pressed her head into the pillows as his ring finger joined the
middle. He shifted his position, resting his right knee between her thighs as
he leaned over to take her nipple into his mouth. He felt her groan rumble in
her chest as he held the hardened nub between his teeth and flicked his tongue
across it.
His
thumb rubbed frantically over her clit as he felt her inner walls tighten
around his fingers. Her hand closed over the head of his cock, spreading his
fluid over the velvety skin. He bit down lightly on her nipple and smiled
against her skin as the groan rose from her chest and her juices coated his
fingers.
He
released her tender flesh from his mouth and lifted his head. He gazed into her
eyes, smiling lightly as her body shuddered gently as he pulled his fingers
from her. He pulled his erection from her hand as she gasped for air. Slipping
off the bed, he quickly shed his jeans and boxers. He licked his fingers,
sighing as he tasted her.
Returning
to her side, his hardened flesh pressed against her hip as his tongue found its
way into her mouth. She sucked the rough muscle lightly as her hand reached between
them. He pulled back quickly as the tip of her finger touched the head of his
cock.
"Wha…"
"Sara…if
you…if you do that…I’ll come right now…"
She
offered him an understanding smile and spread her hands against his chest. She
slid her hands up to his shoulders and pulled him back down.
"Well…we
wouldn’t…want that…would we?"
He
groaned into her mouth as she recaptured his tongue. His hand slid down her
torso and came to a rest on her hip. He shifted his weight once more and
positioned himself between her legs. Sliding his left hand under her right
thigh, he lifted it gently…smiling as she wrapped it around his waist.
Moving
his mouth to the crook of her neck, he began to gently thrust against her…his
cock bumping against her still-throbbing clit. He sucked the soft skin into his
mouth and nibbled it carefully. She lifted her hips in an attempt to capture
the heated flesh that was slowly driving her crazy.
His
ears registered a familiar sound and for a moment he considered ignoring it.
Hoping it would just go away. Until he realized that she heard it as well. Her
legs fell from his waist as he slumped against her.
"Dammit…"
"Mine or…yours?" Her
voice was breathless and deep, enticing him to ignore the disturbance.
"Mine…I
think…"
His
hand fumbled around the nightstand until he found his phone, the ring blaring its annoying cadence until he pressed the button to quieten it.
"Grissom…"
He didn’t bother trying to disguise his irritability. "Well…I was in the
middle of…"
He
grimaced lightly as her soft hand smacked his chest. "Yeah,
yeah…okay…" He glanced at the clock and sighed heavily. "Give
us…thirty minutes or so. And Brass?" He paused
for a brief moment as Sara kissed the red handprint on his chest. "Don’t
let…anyone touch…anything…"
He
disconnected the call and dropped the phone back onto the nightstand. With
another deep sigh, he picked her phone up and handed it to her as he made his
way out of the bed.
Smiling
at her puzzled look, he leaned over and brushed her damp hair out of her eyes.
"Call Greg…and…meet me in the shower…"
She
nodded and watched him walk out of the room and down the hall. Punching in
Greg’s number, she muttered lightly as she waited for him to answer. "The
one time Weevil decides to give us some quality time together…"
A
playful voice could be heard on the line. "You get called into work
early?"
She
was almost positive that he could feel her blush. "Oh…uh…hi Greg…"
He
chuckled loudly into the phone. "Hey, Sara…whatcha
need?"
"Well,
Grissom and I need to go to work…uh…early…and I was wondering…"
"I
get to watch over the BugBoy?"
She
rolled her eyes and laughed lightly. "His name is Michael, Greg…and…we
would really appreciate it if you could…"
"Not
a problem, Mrs. Grissom. If you’re going in early, I suppose you need me there
now?"
"If
you can…"
"On my way. Go get
ready for work."
"Greg?"
"Yeah?"
"No
green hair color and no spiked hair on Michael…"
He
laughed once more. "Sara…you know better than that." After a brief
pause, he grinned. "You know I’d use blue…"
He
hung up quickly. Laughing, Sara climbed out of bed and followed the path her
husband had just taken to the shower.