Keeping it Quiet

Rated R

Grissom had come to visit every day of her suspension, quickly laying to rest any fears she'd had that he'd retreat after learning her dark secret.

The first day, he'd come to tell her she wasn't fired. The second day, he'd come to let her know how the case had turned out. By the third day, he was out of excuses. So when he showed up at her door after his shift with bagels, a video, and a self-conscious grin, Sara knew something had changed.

The fifth day, he arrived a few hours before shift with pizza and a board game. When it was time for him to leave, he leaned down to kiss her cheek. She turned to meet his lips with hers, and the chaste kiss deepened in seconds as their passion was laid bare. He pulled her against him roughly, devouring her mouth with his tongue. She kissed back with equal fervor.

Finally he pulled away, regret written across his face. Her heart shuddered with anxiety, until he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"I've got to go to work," he murmured, his voice sounding strained. "But I'm coming back here after shift, and we are finishing what we started."

She grabbed his lower back and pulled him to her, feeling his hard bulge pressing against her stomach, and they both shuddered violently. "Hurry back," she said throatily.

He drove toward work, fighting his arousal unsuccessfully. After a few minutes, he pulled to the side of the road, dialing the lab and telling the receptionist he'd be out sick that night. Swinging his car around, he sped back to Sara's apartment.

She'd drawn herself a vanilla-scented bubble bath, and was luxuriating in it when she heard the doorbell. Wrapping a thick white robe around herself, she went to the door and looked through the peephole.

A pool of desire stirred in her core when she saw him standing outside, pulsating with raw energy. Flicking away the chain lock, she opened the door to him.

Grissom stormed through the doorway, pushing her against the wall and claiming her mouth roughly. The scent drifting off her body, a combination of vanilla and musk, was driving him insane with desire. She moaned deeply into his mouth.

"I want you," he growled low. She responded by untying her robe and letting it fall to the floor, leaving her gloriously bare to him. He stared at her, unabashed and slack-jawed, blinking only when she tugged his shirt over his head. Quickly ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, he pressed the length of his naked body against hers, hissing at the feel of skin on skin.

She whimpered as he lowered his lips to her neck. "Griss. need you."

He pulled back, his eyes ablaze. Lifting her up against the wall, he felt her long legs wrap tightly around his back as he plunged deeply into her warmth.

They inhaled as one, overcome by sensation. Slowly, Grissom started to move within her, mimicking his movements with his tongue in her mouth.

Suddenly, a sharp knock sounded next to them. They froze.

"Sara?"

Grissom turned to Sara, mouthing the word Catherine. She nodded.

"Sara, I know you're in there. I saw your car."

They stared at each other, still connected against the wall and slick with sweat. Slowly, deliberately, Sara clenched her inner muscles, clamping down on his thick member. He closed his eyes briefly and shook with the effort of not plowing into her like a wild beast.

She caught his eye as she began grinding herself against him. Despite the knowledge that Catherine was only feet away, or perhaps because of it, he began sliding in and out of her moist folds again.

Drawing in her breath sharply, Sara forced herself to maintain eye contact with him. As much as she wanted to kiss him. the eroticism of the moment, of knowing that any noise they made would give them away, was making emotions play across both their faces. Emotions so intense, she didn't want to miss them.

"Sara, I need to talk to you. Open the door."

Grissom was increasing his pace, bumping against her cervix and making her tremble. He was barely sliding out, trying to keep them as close as possible. She moaned quietly, and he stuck two fingers in her mouth, swallowing hard when she began to suck on them.

"Come on, Sara! We've got to work this out."

She was close. Electric jolts were shooting from her core down her legs, making her toes tingle. Desperate to have him come with her, she leaned in close to him, whispering in his ear so quietly he only just heard it. "Gil."

He exploded into her, crying out "Sara!" loudly. She came along with his waves, screaming his name into his shoulder.

Catherine backed away from the door, her eyes wide. "I'll, uh, come later. I mean, I'll stop by later."

She ran down the stairs, flipping open her phone. "Baby, it's me. You will not believe what I just heard."

Warrick sighed loudly, pulling a fifty out of his wallet and handing it to Nick.

FIN.

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