Cellular Intercourse

Rated R

She was spoiled; that's what it came down to. Months and months and glorious months of hearing his voice at work, at home, in her bed. She knew the way he hummed in the shower, the way his breath would hitch just before he came. Sara was a sensory kind of woman. Tasting, seeing, seeing, and hearing were just as important as touching.

So when Grissom went off to Seattle to attend an entomology conference, the normal blue vibrator wasn't cutting it. She'd had to search for a half hour just to find the damned thing, and all it did was numb her.

He answered the phone on the fourth ring, which would have worried her if not for the way he answered. "Thank god you called. It's been driving me crazy all night."

She smiled. "Give it to me."

"M E S I K T," he said slowly.

"Kismet. Why are you doing the Jumble, anyway? You can't stand the Jumble."

"Tired of you beating me in Scrabble," he grunted. "So how's the case going?"

"Closed," she said, stretching out on the bed. Just the sound of his voice was arousing her more than Old Blue had. "We got a warrant for the boyfriend's apartment, and Nick found the knife stashed in a heating vent. How's the conference?"

"Boring. Bunch of geeks in a room trying to one-up each other. Remember Victor Krampf?"

She had a vague recollection of a sweaty comb-over. "I think so."

"He spent an hour trying to convince the group that the etymology of entomology should be called entymology."

"I see why you turned to Jumbles," she smirked. "So..."

"So?"

"You busy?"

There was the sound of papers rustling, then silence. "Nope. I'm all yours."

"Good," she sighed. "I could use some, um... you know."

She could practically hear him blink. "Some what?"

"Some... you know." There was no way he was going to make her say it.

"Are you making a booty call, Miss Sidle?" His voice was tinged with amusement. "Because I'm afraid Seattle is a bit too far away for that."

"Not exactly," she breathed. "I was hoping we could just use the phone line." He was silent for so long that she checked her cell, thinking the call had been dropped. "Grissom?"

"Are you talking about phone sex?" he asked flatly. "I don't... Sara, I don't do that."

"It wouldn't just be you, I'd be doing it too. Come on, sweetie, I miss you."

"I miss you, too, but-"

"Then let's relax each other."

He made a sound of frustration. "I won't be good at it, honey. You'll laugh at me."

"I won't laugh," she vowed, then softened her voice. "Please?"

"Fine," he said after a moment. "Fine. But you'll have to tell me what to say."

Sighing with relief, Sara slipped off her pajama bottoms and got under the covers. "It's easy. You just tell me what you'd do if you were in bed with me right now, and I let my hand roam around my body so that it feels like you're doing it."

"Okay. I'd start out by kissing you-"

She hummed a little, tracing her lower lip with her fingertip.

"I'd, um, I'd kiss your lips, and then your jaw line, and then your ear."

He had a knack for kissing her ears. Hot breath and just the right amount of tongue to get her wet instantly.

"Then I'd probably start kissing your neck, and then run perpendicular, along your clavicle."

She grinned a little at his terminology.

"Then down your sternum, to your breasts. I would lick and suck on them for a while, until the nipples were firm and erect. Then I'd continue moving down your thorax."

Good lord, he really was bad at this.

"I'd be sure to caress your hips and thighs as my lips grew nearer to your vagina."

This had to stop.

"I would perform cunnilingus on your clitoris and vagina for several minutes-"

She bit her finger to keep from laughing.

"And once you were sufficiently aroused, I'd move above you and put my erect penis into your vagina."

Now most of her fist was in her mouth. She'd sworn not to laugh at him, and she'd keep that promise, even if she bit off a finger or two in the process.

"I would thrust in and out of your vagina," he said earnestly, "at an increasing pace. When I felt that I was nearing climax, if you hadn't yet achieved orgasm, I'd stimulate your clitoris with my fingers. Once I was sure you'd had an orgasm, I would then allow myself to climax in turn."

He cleared his throat after a moment. "Was that okay?"

"That was great," she said, wiping her eyes. "Really hot. Thanks, hon."

"You're welcome. I have to say, that got me pretty aroused too."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Glad I'm coming home tomorrow."

"Me too," she nodded, grinning. "I can't wait to, uh, engage in sexual intercourse with you."

He huffed out a short laugh.

"What?"

"Well," he said, "you don't have to make it sound so clinical."