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Disclaimer -I do not own CSI, or the Rampant Rabbits. I do own A rabbit (which I do recommend :) ) and the DVDs of CSI, but that's it
Rating - This is rated M for sexual situations. There is a short implied sexual assult, and a longer consensual encounter. Don't read if you're not old enough! Or mature enough! Or if either offend you!
A/N - I was asked a while ago by a friend to write a 'smut' scene. This is my first attempt that I've felt comfortable posting. So please review, and let me know what you think.
Spoilers - Set in season 5, so anything up to there is fair game. Set pre-CANON!
This idea came to me last night, and was inspired by the same friend, and my rabbit!
"Okay, Grissom, what do you need my help with?"
Sara couldn't help notice that Grissom's face was quite flushed, and that he was avoiding looking at her. After a couple of minute's silence, Sara spoke up again.
"Grissom, either tell me what you need me to do, or let me go back to my lunch!"
"Sara…look…um…." Sara smiled to herself at Grissom's inability to get the words out. "Ok…I'm just going to say this. You can say no if you want, I'll ask someone else, but I need to recreate a crime scene."
"Okay…" Sara was now confused. She had been asked to recreate crime scenes hundreds of times. What could it be about this one that had her boss tongue-tied?
"It's for my B and E. Well, the masked perpetrator broke in and tied the woman who was home alone up. Thanks to a print lifted off of a belt used to tie her hands, we have brought in a suspect, but he has an alibi. Well, except for a 20 minute time frame this afternoon. Well, the victim told us that the guy left not too long after he tied her up. She doesn't know what time he broke in, or how long she was tied up for. But…well…she did manage to count. Now, we just need to relate her counts to an actual timeline, to see if the suspect could be guilty."
"And what, you don't trust yourself to count?" Sara was slightly more confused now.
"Well, she didn't count numbers." Grissom started, before mumbling "She counted orgasms."
"WHAT!" Sara wanted Grissom to clarify.
"When he tied her up, he saw her vibrator on the nightstand. According to the victim, he inserted her vibrator, and left her panties on, to keep it in place. The woman was found, tied to the bed, by her roommate. She was in the middle of her sixth orgasm." Both Sara and Grissom were unsure as to who was blushing the most.
"So, let me get this straight. You want to tie me up, insert a vibrator, and time how long it takes for me to come six times, in order to try and catch this guy."
"Look, I can get Catherine or one of the lab techs…"
"No, it's fine Grissom. I'll do it. Where are we going to do it? Because I really don't feel too comfortable doing it anywhere near Hodges, or Ecklie."
"The victim and I have the same bed." Grissom started. "I want to respect your privacy as much as possible here Sara, so if we go to my place, we can keep it as realistic as possible, hopefully keeping you comfortable."
After collecting everything they needed, and informing the desk that they were working on an experiment, not to be disturbed unless necessary, Grissom and Sara headed out to his Denali. They drove to Grissom's townhouse in silence. Both were trying to not think about what they were going to do as much as possible. The fact that Sara was going to have to have six orgasms, in Grissom's bed, was something that was turning both of them on. But neither would admit it to the other. Things were just now slowly returning to normal after Grissom's rejection of Sara's dinner invitation, and Sara's subsequent DUI.
Pulling up into his parking space, Grissom led Sara into his townhouse. "Do you want a drink?" After pouring them both a glass of water, Grissom walked into the living room, where Sara was sitting on his couch. Drinking in silence, Sara could feel her heart racing. "Are you ready?" Grissom looked over. He felt it would be best to get the experiment over with. "Sure."
Walking into his bedroom, Grissom started to empty his bag with the equipment he had brought with him. The victim had been tied, spread eagled, to her bed, with each hand and foot attached to a post with a separate belt. As he studied the photos, Sara looked over his shoulder. "So she was in a shirt and panties, because she had just woken up, after being out late the night before." As Grissom turned to agree, he was greeted by the sight of Sara removing her trousers. Once removed, she made her way to his bed, situating herself in the middle, and getting into position. "Tie me down."
Grissom's breath caught in his throat as he started to secure Sara's arms above her. Sara was too focused on her own breathing, trying to keep calm, to realise that Grissom was having as much difficulty as she was.
Once Sara's legs were secured, Grissom's face turned a new shade of red as he pulled out the last item from his bag. Sara felt the colour rise in her face as she watched Grissom withdraw a 'Rabbit' vibrator from his bag. "It's new," he reassured Sara, knowing her germ-phobia. "Nothing but the best for you." He smiled, to try to relax Sara again. As he looked in her eyes, he realised that what he was about to do was the most intimate thing he had done with a women in years. "It's okay honey, I'll be gentle with this." Grissom gently bent his head down, and captured Sara's lips with his own. Sara gasped, and Grissom took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. As he reluctantly pulled away, he reached over to a bottle of lubricant he had brought with him. Sara followed his movements, and laughed softly when she saw what he had reached for. "Um…you might not need that." Sara was only slightly embarrassed that she had found being tied up and kissed by Grissom as erotic as she had, and found that she had been quite turned on.
Grissom moved down the bed, and stopped at her panties. He kept his eyes on hers, searching for any signs that she was uncomfortable with what he was doing. Pulling her panties to one side, he had to stop himself leaning in and laying a kiss on her. He inserted the tip of the vibrator in, before continuing his eye contact with Sara. He was ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort. Slowly, he pushed the vibrator in. Once it was fully in, he gave Sara a quick kiss, before turning it on. Moving her panties back over, he noted the time.
Deciding it was for the best, but unsure as to whom it was for the best for, Grissom stepped into the hallway, and left Sara alone. Breathing deeply, he tried to figure out what he had done. He had kissed Sara. Whilst she was tied up on his bed. She could have him charged with sexual harassment. He could lose his job. Grissom sunk to the floor, and put his head in his hands. He continued to replay the situation in his mind, not helping as he heard Sara's moans, as an orgasm took hold. She had kissed him back. She had allowed him to deepen the kiss, and her eyes were full of passion. Maybe…maybe she wouldn't press charges…maybe….maybe she did actually want this. He knew she had figured out about his hearing difficulties. She came to him after the Tom Haviland case, when Marjory Westcott had played on his hearing problems, and confronted him. She knew he was considering the surgery. And she asked him out. He had always thought she just pitied him. But the kiss they had just shared made him think that maybe she did actually have feelings for him.
"Oh god…" he stood up, as he heard Sara moaning again. "Oh….oh god….Gil…." As he opened the door, Sara screamed his name again. "That….was…six…" Sara was out of breath. Grissom slowly walked over to the bed, and turned the vibrator off. Noting the time again, he commented; "he could have done it." before leaning over to start untying Sara. As his hand started to unbuckle, he had a thought, and for once in his life, acted on it. Noticing that Sara was avoiding eye contact with him, he decided to leave her as she was, just for a minute, so that he could say what he had wanted to say for years.
Walking up the bed until he was inline with her head, he gently turned her face, until she was looking him in the eye. "Sara, I'm sorry for what I've done, and what I've not done. I've loved you since the day I met you, and have pushed you away since the day after. I didn't want to risk letting you in, and losing you. But I'm willing to take the risk now. If I'm not too late, I want to see if I can make this work." Maintaining eye contact, he was able to see her smile reach her eyes, as he bent down and kissed her, pouring all of his feelings into the kiss.
As they broke apart, he grinned at her, before starting to untie her hands. As soon as they were free, Sara sat up, and grabbed hold of him, pulling him down onto the bed. As she pressed her lips against him, she reached for his belt. He realised what she was doing, and put his hand over hers to stop her. "Let me get your feet untied first Sara." He reached over and untied her feet, turning round to be greeted with a sight he never thought he would see. Sara had taken the short amount of time he had been untying her, and had pulled off her shirt and undone her bra. She was now sitting there, in just her panties. "You are over dressed mister."
Between them, Sara and Grissom divested him of his shirt, trousers and boxers, and her of her panties. Taking a minute to fully appreciate each other, they explored with hands and mouths.
Grissom kissed his way up to Sara's mouth, as he positioned himself at her centre. He checked her eyes to make sure she was okay with what was happening, and laughed when she kissed him and said; "Look, let's just say we've had 8 years of light foreplay, and the last hour since we left your office it's been getting heavier." She raised her hips, and felt him enter her. Kissing him, she moaned as he pushed fully in. Grissom paused briefly, to allow her to adjust, before beginning to move in time with her.
As they moved together, Grissom felt his orgasm rise quicker than he thought. He could only hope that Sara was close, which she confirmed as her muscles tightened on him, and his name fell from her lips again. Grissom thrust himself a couple more times, before feeling himself empty into her.
As he withdrew, he lay on his side, and pulled Sara close. They lay there, catching their breaths, until their pagers went off.
Once they were dressed, Grissom reached over, and took Sara's hand. "Stay with me tonight. Stay with me every night." As Sara's eyes opened wide, Grissom kissed her hand. "I love you Sara. I want to be with you." As Sara leaned over and kissed him, she replied "yes."
As they pulled up at the new crime scene, Brass smiled at his pal helping Sara with her kit. He noticed the hand on her lower back, and grinned. His pal had finally pulled his head out of his arse, and made a move. "Hmmm…now to find Warrick, and get in on the pool…." Brass thought to himself as he approached the couple to brief them on the case.
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