He had watched her all night. Watched her as she moved through the crime scene; effortless, like a willow in the wind, just the right amount of sway. Her dark eyes gleaming with intelligence as she would zone in on a piece of evidence before she would get that far away look as she tried to put the data into context; assembling the puzzle mentally.
            She didn’t know that he had been as the scene briefly. She didn’t know that he watched her still, slipping through the half opened door and disappearing into the dark recesses of the room, out of his sight. Everyone was preoccupied or gone and like a shadow on a gray wall, he wasn’t even noticed when he followed her within.

            Sara searched the gray metal bookshelves with a single focus that few could match. The key to a vital piece of evidence lay hidden among the eclectic collection of tomes if she could just find the right book. So engrossed was Sara in her search that she did not notice the nearly absent click of the heavy door being shut and locked from within or the footfalls, catlike in their silence.

            She only became aware of the other presence in the room when strong arms hauled her back against a solid chest, pinning her effortlessly, one hand covering her mouth.

            “You’ve been avoiding me,” a husky voice whispered at her ear. The hot breath sending shivers down along the sensitive skin of her neck.

            Sara relaxed into the familiar embrace. “No I haven’t,” she lied, because she had a little.

            Sara wasn’t really angry at Grissom. Disappointed? A little. Hurt? Yes. Angry? Well, maybe just slightly but what woman wouldn’t be if their lover had, with little warning, abruptly flown to the other side of the country for four weeks? There were definitely grounds for her ire, even if she truly wasn’t upset. Still, Sara felt some lesson on Grissom’s part needed to be learned.

            “Yes, you have,” Grissom countered, brushing his lips along the sensitive tendons of her neck.

            He had gotten back from Williams three days ago and mostly due to work but partly due to Sara, Grissom had not had a spare moment of private time with her. He wanted to see her, talk to her, touch her, kiss…oh, hell who was he kidding? It had been four long…very long weeks without her and I want to fuck her!

            Grissom rocked his hips from side to side, rubbing his burgeoning erection against Sara’s ass. The hiss that escaped Sara’s lips had a satisfied grin spreading across Grissom’s face.

            “Gil!” Sara warned even as her body betrayed her and she sunk further back against him.

            Sara had gone into Grissom’s office to retrieve a book on poisonous domestic plants for her latest case. She had thought he was still at P.D. otherwise she would have probably been a little more wary about entering his office. She was still in a quandary as to how to approach him and have a serious talk about lines of communication in a relationship without giving in and jumping his bones!

“Mmmm?” Grissom hummed against her neck, planting soft kisses that were getting more heated by the second.

            “I,” Sara’s eyes drifted shut at the exquisite delight his lips were creating, “No, I mean…we’re in your office! In the lab!” Sara blurted out the last on soft, husky voice.

            Grissom gently pushed her up closer to the bookshelves and placed her hands on the metal shelf directly at Sara’s eye level. “Then you better be quiet,” he informed her as he devoured her neck in hot, hungry kisses, his tongue flicking at the sensitive flesh like a downed electrical line, sparks burning her skin.

            Sara involuntarily clenched the shelf in her grip, her head falling to one side in a silent approval of what he was doing. She felt him press his hard body against hers, effectively trapping Sara with his body and the shelves directly in front of her. His strong, eager hands diverged from her navel, roaming possessively until his left hand had found joyous purchase at her breasts and his right hand boldly rubbed the heated apex between her thighs.

            “Gr…Grissom,” Sara panted, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control. “Someone could come…” Sara’s words stumbled to halt, her mouth having more and more difficulty following the dictates of her brain as it short-circuited.

            “Yes,” Grissom growled in her ear, grinding against her again. “You.”

            “Wha?” Sara had lost track of the conversation. Momentarily caught up in the wicked sensations of his roaming hands, Sara tried one last time to resist the delicious temptation that was Gil Grissom. “Gris, we can’t do…” Sara groaned. “…this.”

            Grissom’s hands had somehow opened the buttons to Sara’s blouse, his left hand slipping in under the fabric to knead the warm flesh of her breast. Not satisfied with the lacy impediment, Grissom slipped the strap over her left shoulder, letting it dangle half way down her upper arm, his fingers stripping the lace from her skin before cupping the tantalizing flesh fully.
 
            With the fingers of his other hand, Grissom manipulated the button at Sara’s waist in one talented and swift movement. His sinfully deft fingers made quick work of the zipper before slipping in to explore the treasures below. Sara moaned, her head lolling back against Grissom’s left shoulder, his lips doing sinful things to her neck.

            “I no you’re still upset with me.” Grissom’s voice was rough with desire but flowed over her body like warm honey causing a heated flush to spread seductively across every nerve ending.

            Sara shook her head. She wasn’t upset, not really, but sometimes she knew in order for Grissom to understand the error of his ways he needed palpable evidence to pursue. Sara found her lover to be a paradox at times. Highly intelligent, able to delve into the minds of killers and pull out means and motives to crimes but completely clueless as to what might piss off his girlfriend. Like a child skipping through a minefield, Grissom appeared blithely unaware until something blew up in his face.

            “You’ve been avoiding me for three whole days,” Grissom told her, slipping his fingers below the soft fabric of her panties to toy with the hair there.

            “You avoided me for four weeks,” Sara argued, her words coming out on hot, choppy breaths.

            Grissom slipped his fingers into her juicy folds, running them teasingly through her cleft. “No,” he groaned, the feeling of Sara involuntarily bucking into his hands only adding to the intense pleasure throbbing away at his cock. “Not you, the job.”

            Sara tried to formulate a counter argument, a point of contention but her brain kept jettisoning the thoughts before she had time to articulate them, focusing instead on all the wondrous sensations caused by Grissom. This was why she had evaded him for the past three days, knowing her perfidious body’s reaction.

            “I thought of you constantly,” Grissom hissed, thrusting roughly against Sara’s ass. “I mean constantly. I was worried I was going to become a chronic masturbator while I was there, thinking about you every free minute I had and a few I didn’t”

            His confession caused Sara to moan more loudly. The vision of him stroking himself off caused a sharp pang of pleasure-pain to shoot down through her core and make her pussy clench in response. “Oh, gawd!”

            Sara abruptly spun in Grissom’s grasp, her arms flying around his neck as she crashed her lips to his, hungrily devouring his mouth. She’d type him a memo on communications, give him Cliffs Notes on how not to piss off your girlfriends, whatever, Sara didn’t care any longer, she just wanted him.

            The desperation Sara felt was almost frightening as she clung to him, needing his touch as she had never needed it before. Grissom’s hands had rounded her waist, underneath the denim of her jeans, gripping her ass he yanked her firmly against his rigid bulge several times causing Sara to moan into his mouth.

            Their tongues dueled ferociously for dominance; slipping, sliding, tasting in a sensual dance that was nearly overwhelming. “Sara,” Grissom groaned as she dipped one hand to massage the long, thick bulge pressing against the confines of his pants.

            Grissom allowed himself to relish the feel of her touch for a few moments before slowly twisting his hips away. “No,” he said his voice like ground up desire, rough and hot. “This is for you.”

            Trailing his hot mouth down along the length of her neck to her one, exposed breast, Grissom slowly began to ravage the silky, warm flesh, nipping and teasing at the sensitive nipple. Sara arched into his devilishly talented mouth, her fingers combing through the hair at his temples, grasping his head to her chest.

            Slipping his hands along the inside of her waistband, Grissom lowered the jeans down the length of her lovely legs. Stepping back, Grissom groaned at the sight of the red lace undergarment. “You are exquisite,” he proclaimed on a husky sigh, lowering the panties slowly.

            Sara shook her head in denial. She never understood his reverence for her body, his delight at her features of admiration of her intellect. Sara appreciated it all but since she never fully saw herself the way Grissom did, she never understood it.

            “Oh, yes,” Grissom argued, lowering to his knees, his hands rounding her hipbones. “A cherished delight for the senses.”

            Sara, without thought, spread her legs as far as the confines of her clothes would allow. “Gil,” she whimpered, her voice pleading.

            Grissom wasn’t about to prolong her torture. Slipping his thumbs into the hot, wet lips of her sex, he gently parted the sensitive flesh for the questing of his mouth. Sara bucked forward, her hands grabbing handfuls of curls as her eyes closed in delicious rapture. His hungry groan vibrating at her core and the muted sounds of techs walking nearby only heightened Sara’s arousal. Never in a thousand years would she have believed Grissom would attack her in his office. She might have fantasized about it but never believed it possible.

            All I can say is, my imagination sucks compared to the reality, Sara thought happily.

            “Oh, yesss,” She hissed, feeling Grissom’s tongue swipe and circle her clit before sucking the nub between his lips.

            Grissom suckled on the swollen bundle of nerves before licking it broadly with his tongue causing a shiver to course through Sara’s body that only fueled his arousal. Snaking his right hand in between Sara’s trembling thighs, Grissom inserted two fingers into her juicy core and slowly started pumping them in rhythm to his darting tongue.

            Sara rolled her lips between her teeth in an attempt to control the bawdy words that threatened to scream forth from her mouth. More than a month with out Grissom and she was willing to throw caution clean through the window. She thought she was eager for the man before he left. At that moment as he worked his sinful tongue gloriously around her clit, Sara knew her desire for her secret lover was rapacious.

            Sara felt her body tightening, waiting for that moment when sweet release would be hers. Panting and moaning at the same time, Sara rolled her hips, desperately seeking a faster pace. The split second before she was tossed on to the thundering cliffs of her desire, Sara could almost swear she heard a ringing.

             “Ohgawd…ohgawdyes,” Sara hissed right before letting out long, ardent groan.

            Sara’s orgasm slammed into her mercilessly, shocking her with its intensity as she nearly crumpled to the floor. If Grissom hadn’t stood up and clutched Sara to him, she was certain she would be a giant puddle of sated goo upon his office floor. She felt more than heard him murmur sweet little nothings just below her ear before hissing out a curse.

            Slipping Sara into the grasp of his left arm, Grissom reached into his pants pocket and yanked at his cell phone. “Grissom!” He barked barely containing the groan that threatened to erupt when he accidentally rubbed his erection.

            Sara attempted to straighten her clothing within the limitations of his single-armed grasp. Grissom was apparently unwilling to release her, regardless of the phone call. From the expression on his face Sara guessed the call was administrative in nature.

            “Alright, 7:30. Got it,” Grissom rolled out before snapping the offending phone shut, returning his attention to Sara.

            “What?” Sara asked, her eyes darting to the glass covered wall of his office, following the shadows of two lab personnel as they walked by. She always felt as if she was being placed under some magical spell when he ensnared her with his intense, sensual stare.

            “I have a meeting,” he told her, his voice low, husky and filled with disappointment.

            “Oh,” Sara’s voice matched Grissom’s in frustration.

            Grissom leaned in and kissed Sara, his lips and tongue languidly caressing hers. The taste of her pleasure was still noticeable on his lips. “Stay at the townhouse…please,” he implored.

            Sara nodded her head. They needed to talk and avoiding him wasn’t going to help the situation. Besides, it was ridiculous to deny him or herself the comfort of the other. They were good together, good FOR each other, but like every couple there were always things that could use a little work.

            “Okay,” Sara whispered, stealing another gentle kiss from him. “I’ll see you later.”

            A smirk played at Grissom’s lips. “Yes you will,” he said, repeating her own words of three days ago back to her.

            Sara grinned as she quietly unlocked his office door. “By the way…thanks for...” Sara searched for the right word.

            “Breakfast?” Grissom offered, licking his lips sensually.

            Sara blushed, her smile widening as she ducked her head before snatching a peek in either direction of the hall. “I should have the, ahh… Johnson case closed by tonight,” Sara said, with more daring than she thought possible.

            Grissom chuckled and gave her a nod, effectively calling for a cessation of sexual activity and innuendos until later. Hopefully not too much later, he thought. Visions of carnal delights involving Sara Sidle dancing wildly in his head, causing a self-satisfied smirk to land upon his features as he prepared to do battle with bureaucracy.