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            Grissom stood staring at himself in the large vanity mirror. By sheer volume of hours on the job, he had grown back his beard. It seemed to be a reoccurring thing, like wearing a suit now and then. He’d had the beard for three years, the longest he had sported facial hair since he could actually grow a beard but then he had decided to cut it off. During his sabbatical the fuzz had reappeared but within a few weeks it was gone again.

            Searching for his grooming supplies under the sink, Grissom decided it was time for it to go again. He knew that Sara found the beard sexy but she must have liked something about him when he didn’t have it so… Besides he could always grow it back or maybe he would compromise and grow a goatee, best of both worlds.

            Thirty minutes later Sara found a clean shaven Grissom tinkering in the garage. He had taken apart the upstairs dehumidifier a few days ago complaining it was not working properly but Sara knew it was just an excuse. Anytime Grissom was didn’t know what to do with himself he tinkered. Whether it was taking apart household appliances or conducting off the wall experiments, it was a way to keep his overactive mind busy.

            “You shaved.”

            Sara knew she was stating the obvious. She had gone to bed with a bearded Grissom and woke up to find a babyfaced Grissom, it was a bit of shock but not totally unexpected. Sometimes the man got an idea in his head and just went for it. It was rare. He generally over thought everything but occasionally he was pushed by impulses beyond his Left Brain control and Sara rather enjoyed those moments. She had been fairly certain it was one of those moments that had finally pushed Grissom to do something about them, to take the next step.

            “Yes,” he replied, frowning at one of the dehumidifier coils. “I think this coil is bad,” he said, tapping the part in question with a screwdriver.

            Sara came up behind him and laced her arms around his chest. Resting her chin on his strong, wide shoulder she whispered, “Antsy?”

            Grissom placed the screwdriver on the workbench and grabbed her hands from his chest pulling them gently to his lips. It was both unnerving and comforting how well she knew him.

            “I’ll get over it,” he said, unhooking himself from her grasp just enough so that he could turn to face her. Placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her to stand between his bent legs.

            Sara smiled softly at him, her hands reaching up to caress his smooth face. It was a good thing he had chosen to shave the beard off before summer; otherwise the change in his skin color might have been distinctly noticeable. As it was, there was only the slightest difference in skin tone, something that Grissom’s amazing tanning skills could take care of in a day or two.

            “I like it,” Sara told him reassuringly.

            A whisper of a smile touched his lips as he leaned forward to kiss her softly. He hadn’t really thought she wouldn’t like it but to hear her say it, made him feel a little more at ease.

            “Really, because I was thinking I might grow a goatee next,” he informed her, enjoying the soft pecks she was placing along his exposed jawline.

            “Mmmm, a goatee.” Sara pulled away and looked at him trying to imagine Grissom with a goatee. Knowing the man’s grooming habits it would be something trim and tight- and sexy!

“Yeah, you’d look hot in a goatee,” she informed him as if it was the most logical choice. “But no pornstache!”

            Grissom chuckled having a mild idea of what she was talking about. “I promise no pornstache.”

            Sara trailed her hand down his neck to his chest. “Speaking of that…” Sara lowered her eyes seductively as her hands continued to drop altitude, skimming across his abdomen.

            A knowing smirk began to grow on Grissom’s face. “That? Are you talking about types of mustaches?” Grissom asked coyly, closing his eyes momentarily at the feel of her hands firmly massaging his crotch.

            Sara leaned into him her mouth seeking out and devouring his neck, tracing her lips to the underside of his jaw before playfully biting his chin. “No,” she answered simply before yanking him from his work stool and pulling him into the townhouse. Sara knew of only one sure fired way to distract a restless Gilbert Grissom and she planned on distracting him a great deal before they had to leave for work.

            Grissom allowed Sara to pull him along as she walked backwards leading the way. Grissom admired Sara first and foremost for her intellect and spirit but he was a man and had to say he was wildly appreciative of her looks, especially when she looked like she was about to devour him. Their mouths hungrily sought one another as they turned and traversed the landing. Grissom pinned Sara’s body against the stairwell wall, his hips pressing her back while he took both her wrists in one hand and pinned them against the wall. His other hand sought the swell of her breast as his lips leisurely stroked the pulse at her neck.

            Sara groaned and writhed under his mouths expert ministrations. Rocking her hips seductively against his, massaging his erection with her undulating movements, she could feel her desire pooling hot and wet between her thighs.

            “Oh no you don’t, my little temptress.” Grissom’s voice was thick with desire, as he pulled slightly back from Sara.

            With the sliver of room between them Grissom’s hand abandoned her divinely taut nipple and skirted across her abdomen to burrow into the elastic waistband of her gray sweatpants. Even dressed down in the sweatpants and a white, shape hugging tee, Sara could still pull off sexy.

            When his finger danced across her slick clitoris, Sara moaned into his mouth. Her body was vibrating with want and desire and he was driving her crazy keeping her pinned to the wall. She wanted to grab a hold of him. Her hands itched to touch him, her arms ached to hold him and the rest of her was going mad for wanting him.

            “Gris,” she moaned against his wicked mouth, “please.”

            They had made it more than half way up the “L” shaped staircase that led to the second floor. Only four more steps, a left hand turn and a quick jaunt down a hallway and they would be in their giant bed. Not far, Sara’s heated brain tried to reason. Not, oh god, not…too far…too far!

“Now…need you, now,” Sara growled, grabbing the hem of his tee shirt and pulling it up over his head.

            At Sara’s rough urgency, Grissom gave up trying to mount the stairs and turned his attention to mounting Sara. Wrestling the white tee-shirt over her head, Grissom pushed her back against the steps his lips colliding with her ravenous mouth. His hands dug into her hips before sliding under the elastic waistband of her sweatpants to firmly grasp the gentle swell of her bottom.

            Sara groaned as Grissom seized her up, his powerful biceps bunching as he crept their bodies farther up the staircase. God, they needed to start this closer to the bedroom, Grissom thought briefly before his mind shut down and he was nothing but instinct.
 
            “Sar…” Grissom groaned as Sara licked her way from his earlobe down his neck. She paused to suck at his hammering pulse before descending further across his collar bone, down his chest to take one of his tight nipples in her teeth causing Grissom to hiss.

            Grissom growled as he swooped his arms down taking her pants and panties off in one swift motion before he attacked her mouth, starting a frenzy of swollen lips and heated tongues. His hands ran up the length of her legs, one stopping at the moist juncture of her legs the other running farther north to capture one pert breast.

            With his palm open Grissom rubbed the wet, heated curls between her legs, making Sara squirm with painful wanting. He was teasing her slightly, knowing she was dying for the invasion of her body. She moaned his name against his mouth as he gave her a taste of what she was seeking, slipping two fingers into her swollen, wet cleft.

            Sara grabbed a handful of hair at his temples and pushed his mouth away. “Now,” she gasped in frustration. She was in delicious agony and the only thing that was going to save her was the heavy, thick erection that was grinding against her thigh.

            They fought for the button of his jeans. Sara sighed when she felt his hot length break free of his clothing, her moan mixing with his grunt as he pumped up into her. Grissom hesitated almost imperceptibly until Sara raised her right knee up past his hip, it was the sign that said she was ready.

            Slipping his forearm underneath her bent knee, Grissom surged forward. Thrusting greedily, Grissom could already feel Sara’s body begin to quicken and was grateful for it. He didn’t think he would hold out as long as usual, his pleasure building as rapidly as his driving body.

            Sara pushed and pulled at his neck and shoulders. It was exquisite torture, riding the razor sharp edge of divine pleasure. It was almost too much to bear and then suddenly…Sara flew over the edge as wave after delicious wave crashed across every nerve ending in her body. She sucked in air with short choppy breaths as her head slowly sank to the step above her.

            Grissom felt Sara come her body suckling him, enticing him to let go and he did. With a few erratic thrusts, Grissom filled her with his warm juices. His hips twitched slightly as his head came to rest in the damp hollow between her breasts. His heart was hammering in his chest, matching the tempo of Sara’s own heartbeat.

            “We’ve…got to try…and do this…in the bed.” Grissom gasped between heavy breaths.

            Sara chuckled, holding his head to her chest. “What about Monday morning?” she asked with a smile.

            Grissom raised his head and looked at her smiling face. Sara looked every bit a woman who had just been ravished. Her lips were red and swollen, her face flushed and her hair was charmingly disheveled. But the give away was her eyes, dark sated pools of spent lust.

            “That doesn’t count,” Grissom told her, leaning back on his knees.

            Sara gave him a dubious look as she watched him gather their clothes. “I distinctly remember making love on the bed in that room,” she pointed in the direction in question, “Monday after work.”

            Grissom handed her the lose clothes and patted her bare behind to motion her up the remaining steps. Holding on to his open jeans with one hand and steering her around the banister with another he smiled devilishly.

            “That’s true but I was in bed when you got home,” he explained as they entered the bedroom.

            “So?”

            Grissom sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled his jeans and boxers off, throwing them at the master bath door. “I was asleep, in bed, and you came home and molested me,” he grinned as he leaned back on his arms.

            “Molested you?” Sara questioned, looking as if she had been wrongly accused..

Grissom gave her a raised brow.

            “Okay, yes, maybe I did molest you but…you didn’t put up a fight,” Sara stated, trying to defend her lusty actions.

            Grissom smirked, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously. “You’re the one that keeps telling me I’m a genius.”

            Sara squinted at him as she stalked forward. “Well, genius…are you going to put up a fight this time?” She asked as she straddled him.

            Grissom lay back against the mattress, his hands coming up to grasp her hips. “I’m still no dummy,” he explained with a grin. “Molest me to your heart’s content.”

            And she did.