AN: First off- this is now rated a STRONG M for all-out smut (my first smut). As in lock up the kids and don’t let Granny know you read such things. You have been warned.

OK this is the final chapter. Sniffles. There’s another A.N. at the end of this so read on peoples.

Also- I didn’t beta, didn’t have beta’d and the grammar/spelling reflects the fact that most of my childhood was literally spent in a tobacco barn in the south.

Much love… JenStog

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After Committed- Chapter 6

Sara immediately threw her purse and medicine down, ran to the bedroom and slammed her door. Flinging herself on her bed- she let go of all pain and hurt, sobbing into her pillow violently.

Grissom was still in shock outside the front door. Ok I know SOMETHING is wrong. I know I am probably to blame. I always am. She wanted me? She WANTED me to come in. Wow you know- ok. Now’s not the time to explain to myself just how idiotic I really am.

He began banging on her door- pleading… “Sara- SARA! Please open the door. Sara- I know there was a misunderstanding here. SARA.” Not getting an answer he tried the handle- it opened. Apparently a woman scorned is a woman dumb. I cannot believe she didn’t lock her DOOR.

He made his way through the apartment, following her cries. Hurriedly he burst into her bedroom- shocked and pained at the sight before him.

Her hair matted with tears already, face blotched and broken sobs and spews of “why!” came from her lips as she lay trembling on her bed.

Grissom stepped to her quickly, gathering her into his arms as he sat on the bed “Sara, Sara. Look at me!”

She jumped off the bed still sobbing. “Didn’t tonight mean ANYTHING to you? Why are you even here still?” Slippery slope be damned and fuck beer- I need a fifth of something hard and at least 100 proof.

Grissom stood and moved a step towards her. “Sara. I have spent the whole evening in awe of just how much our time together DID mean to me. Honestly- damn, I don’t even know what went wrong tonight. All I know- is that this evening has been the most wonderful experience I’ve had with any woman in as long as I can remember.”

Sara’s sobs had calmed down now and she was looking at the floor with her arms crossed. “Well why didn’t you want to come in with me?”

“Sara- I DID want to come in- I thought you didn’t want to see me any more tonight after asking to come directly home.”

OK so I AM going to have to file an inquiry as to his competency as an investigator. “Grissom- (chuckling and looking at him now) - I cannot believe how two comparatively intelligent people like ourselves can be so dense!”

Grissom was a little more relaxed now hearing her laugh- “Sara- I couldn’t agree more.”

“Well- you are here now- in my apartment with me” she said while fumbling with her bandage.

“Yes I am- in your apartment- in your bedroom at that” Grissom said- sliding a hand slowly up her cheek.

“Griss-” she said, reaching out to touch his arm.

“Gil” he corrected her, pulling her closer.

“Gil.” There was never so much said in a single name. She started tearing up again- not for the anguish experienced up to then but at the blissfulness of his touch on her skin.

The next move for Grissom was a slow yet oh so fiery kiss to her tear-stained cheek. His hands made their way to her waist as his lips moved to her ear.

Whispering so low she had to strain to hear him, he spoke directly into her ear “Sara- I want to make love to you right now – please dear”.

Sara was so over taken by the emotions in her mind she could barely nod- but nod she did. This moment had been the desire in her heart (among other places) for as long as she had known this man. Perhaps there is a merciful God. Ohhh yes…

Wasting no time at her approval, he swiftly claimed her mouth with eagerness only a boy on Christmas morning could have.

They felt their way back to the bed with a few short steps and gently she fell backwards.

Grissom kneeled at the bedside and with meticulous work began disrobing his priceless possession- starting with her jacket. “Please tell me if your hand hurts honey- I promise to be gentle.”

“mmmmm no it’s good- sooo good.”

He pressed his lips in the lightest of touches against the bandaged hand.

Next came the silky tank top. As he removed the shirt he trailed her neck with soft kisses and moved inch by inch to the top of each shoulder with his hot breath.

“Such a fine piece of art you are Sara. My personal favorite. The lines, curves of your form, the way you radiate such a light.” he said, as he traced the lines of her navy sateen bra.

Sara lay against the top of her bed, writhing at his touch. She desperately wanted to talk but was unable to utter a sound beyond groans of pleasure.

He moved back to kissing her mouth while cupping her breasts.

“God Sara, you are so soft- so touchable… so tasty” he mumbled as he dipped his tongue past the material covering her hard nipples and traced the nubs with his tongue.

“Gaaahhhhh Gilll” Sara hissed as he unlatched her bra and tossed it across the room.

Somewhere between ecstasy and almost loosing her mind, Sara realized Grissom was still fully clothed. I need to feel his skin. Definitely.

“Gil- I want your clothes off- NOW” she demanded in a sultry voice.

“Yes my dear” and with that he pulled off his shirt and started on his belt when she stopped him.

“No- I want to take it off of you” and she sat up as he came to kneel on the edge of the bed, straddling her knees.

Slowly and playfully she tugged at the leather as his hands caressed her hair.

She unfastened the button and pulled down his zipper. He stepped off the bed and pulled down his slacks- tossing them aside along with his shoes.

Clad now only in grey boxers, he climbed back over Sara and proceeded to even the tables by taking her pants off.

Sliding them over her hips and down past her ankles, he was breathless as he admired her in all her beauty. She now wore only a pair of navy thongs- shimmering in the light of her bedside lamp.

“God Sara- I have to taste you” he said as he started trailing kisses between her breasts, moving down past her naval and sliding into a spot at her curl’s beginnings.

He slowly spread her legs apart and dipped into her wetness with his tongue.

“God Sara- you taste like springtime (suckle)… Easter Chocolates (lick)… purple flowers (kiss)”

By now Sara was a mass of energy- moving and wiggling as he brought her so close to heaven she could see the light. Her hands were pressing and pulling his hair as he drove her mad.

He slipped a finger in along with his tongue’s moves and she immediately bucked under his mouth.

“I’M… Coming… NOWWW!” she exclaimed in short breaths as her knees shook and her back arched off the bed. A low growl came from her- a noise she had never made before.

He continued kissing her as she rode out the passion and as her breathing evened he slid back up to whisper in her ear.

“Sara- my sweet Sara- such a Goddess you are” and kissed behind her ear lobe while his hands roamed her curves.

“Gil- I need you- now” she huffed as she rushed his mouth- tasting herself on his tongue.

“As I want you honey- I know it’s bad bad timing- but are we good on protection or do I need to get something?”

“We’re good- I’m on the pill” she said as she pulled him back down for another kiss.

He mounted her- never taking his eyes off her as he guided his hard erection into her slick folds.

Slow and steady- slow and steady- slow and steady he repeated mentally- not wanting to pop the champagne before the toast- so to speak.

As he sank in fully, she involuntarily moaned and thrust upward.

“Feels. So. Gooood.” she said as he started rocking.

He leaned forward to kiss her and spoke slow sweet nothings (which were most definitely ‘somethings’ to her).

The need to feel each other overcame the passive pace and they began meeting each other’s thrusts quicker and harder.

Sara was first to give in to the intenseness- grasping his back tightly as she squealed with pleasure.

Feeling her wet walls clench, Grissom wasted no time coating them in his masculinity with a groan.

Collapsing to her side (mindful of her bandaged hand, of course) they laid as close to each other as two people covered in perspiration could stand.

Rolling to her side facing Grissom, Sara kissed him and sank into his arms.

“Gil- that was…” Damn- how do you describe the indescribable?

“That was meant to be Sara. You and I- are meant to be.”

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They didn’t actually say the words ‘I love You’ to each other for several more weeks. Seeing Nick come close to death- they were yet again reminded of life’s fragile state and that night Grissom repeated the 3 words throughout their love making.

She didn’t trust that he would really be boyfriend material til he asked her to move in the next month.

He didn’t know if it was really supposed to be forever til he left for a month.

They both had no idea how much they really did mean to each other until she was left in the desert.

He didn’t know how much he wanted her to be happy until he got the note.

She will realize how much happier she is with him in a few months time.

THE END for now

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A.N. : OK so my first WIP. Yay. Haha ok so I felt as if I ‘jumped the shark’ so to speak after Grissom quoted about love when he gave her the rose. After that the rest of the fic became even more out of character- but I can live with that if you can. So the smut writing was um- interesting- to say the least. I guess now I can say I’ve tried it! Next- go read “I smell Sex & Candy (Canes)” by moi and Keegan Elizabeth. It’s under the penname ‘SouthernHospitality07’.

Thanks for all who read this and even more gratitude for those who took the time to review.

Not sure what I’ll write next solo. I’m having fun collaborating with Keegan so we’ll see! Plus my first passion is reading GSR fanfics rather than writing- and with two kids and a husband who works two jobs- I don’t a lot of time to do much of both so I’m working out the balance still.

All my love -JenStog