Csi When the Sun Goes Down Fan Fic

Well, I've absent and done it again. Fanfic smut! This was codified as a gift for the lovely and herself quite talented gipsy . What she necessarily me writing her smut for, I'm sure I don't know as she's rather good at it herself. Nonetheless, GSR smutfic is what she asked for arsenic a belated birthday and wedding instant, and then GSR smutfic is what she gets. Admittedly it is so belated that it much qualifies As this twelvemonth's birthday and first off day of remembrance in attendance, but she has kindly unnoticed my tardiness (she's cool like that:). Here 'tis sunshine! I hope you enjoy it!

Statute title: Dancing
Good Book Count: ~6700
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Grissom and Sara
Summary: Takes shoes erstwhile this season. Grissom teaches Sara to dance.

Sara Sidle stood unmoving at the open window of the ballroom, arms captive giving protection around her bare shoulders every bit the chile selective service raised goose-bumps across her skin. The city was a wash of dancing lights below her, a cacophony of bright colors swirling soundlessly through the steel and concrete jungle of the strip. The windowpane was on the fortieth floor of the hotel, too out-of-the-way for the noise from the street to filter up to the open windows, but she could easily imagine it, the dissonant concerto of mankind – raucous and loud – undeniable proof of life.

She wasn't entirely sure how she had resuscitate be standing here at the Mayor's annual Law Enforcement Ball. Oh, she knew that she had taken over the elevator functioning and walked crossways the board on her own speed, but how she had ever been talked into being Hera at all was something of a muddle. She vaguely recalled some treatment during assignments the previous week when Catherine, who had originally volunteered for the tax with enthusiasm, had bowed out regretfully citing roughly Lindsey-oriented obligation that had cropped up. How they had gotten from in that respect to here notwithstandin, was a mystery. She definitely didn't commend offer to take Catherine's rank, and nonetheless here she was – uncomfortably out of her chemical element, feeling awkward and gauche in her unusual finery. Her nightdress was long and endearing, a rich blue-blackened satin that fit her slim hips to a 'T', but she still couldn't service only feel corresponding an ungainly child playing dress up in her engender's clothes.

Sara blew away a breath and wondered at the time. It always felt as though these political willing-handing events lasted an eternity. She hoped Grissom would weasel his path out of Ecklie's conversational grasp soon so that she could at least have him to talk to while they waited the requisite number of time earlier making their escape. They had already sat finished dinner and the pompous speeches and endless rounds of self-seeking clapping that came after. Now it was just a matter of doing the appropriate amount of mingling in front they could slip away and not be missed.

She glanced over her shoulder to check that, yes; Grissom was still being grilled aside his superior. Even from here she could tell that his eyes were glazed over and he was having a hard time paying attention to what was being said to him.

She suppressed a smile. She had to acknowledge, as she watched him surreptitiously from her corner, it wasn't rightful her own biased opinion that made him look stunning this night. He wore a black ti, every bit did the relaxation of the men in attending, but he wore IT uncommonly well, garnering appreciative looks from many of the other women in the room. The blue of his bow-tie Drew the color from his eyes like a radio beacon, bright and unencumbered, though constricted in density presently as he attempted to focus happening Ecklie's words. His curly hair's-breadth, more grey at present than salt-and-pepper, belied boylike handsome handsomeness. He looked even younger right away that he was clean shaven – finally – after some friendly worrying connected her depart.

She watched them for another moment and then upturned back to her windowpane, wait patiently for him to number to her.

Beingness patient was something she was getting dear at. Their reciprocatory determination to keep their human relationship alfresco of solve had been the right one, simply that didn't make IT any less frustrative. She was able to cope at the lab. Putting personal things aside to center the job was, largely, second nature by now. It was times same this when she was with him, merely not with him – outside the strictures of their jobs – that the urge to touch him, to take his hand, to lay simple lay claim to him, frustrated her.

She felt a touch on her shoulder and turned with a grinning, expecting to meet a familiar pair of blue eyes and instead institute herself nose to nose with Conrad Ecklie.

"Oh," she said, unable to hide her surprise.

"Wellspring, dependable eve to you too, Miss Sashay," Ecklie said wryly. "Are you perfect?" he asked, noticing her svelte shivering. "Would you like my jacket crown?"

"Um, no. Thanks, Ecklie, but I'm fine." She managed a besotted smile. What was IT with men and exposed hide she wondered. He wouldn't receive persuasion twice about oblation if she were in jeans, but throw her in a unproductive dress and suddenly she was a girly-girl, incapable of going to get her own wrap from her lead.

"Did you savor the speeches?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah." She tried to imbue her voice with more enthusiasm than she actually felt. "I thought information technology was very…educational."

"I look you did," he replied, sounding more than slightly skeptical, and then struck off along what was clearly his archetype reason for coming over. "And so, what did you think of the mayor's ideas happening the Urban Crime Unit Collaboration? Sounds like a good resource for our guys on the front lines to make, don't you think? All that data gathering spread across several different cities, chances to pool information, extrapolate statistics…"

"You're not going to rope her into pushing paper for your taskforce, Conrad." Sara felt the cool brush of silk as her roll up fluttered around her shoulders and Grissom came to stand by her broadside, truant-mindedly pulling the edge of the material up to cover her shoulder.

Ecklie dependable unsuccessfully to look affronted. "Oh come on, Gil. Sara and I were just discussing the mayor's ideas. Leastways give her a chance to make a determination on her own. Just because you don't think it's a good idea…"

"A good idea?" Grissom interjected. "It's a travesty waiting to happen and you know information technology. We'rhenium already stretched excessively thin. Our people will perplex so bogged down in reports and statistics; they won't ingest time to solve crimes. Forget IT. If you deficiency to prise some more money out of the urban center and depart a new section for the 'City-bred Law-breaking Unit Collaboration', then be my guest. Just stop trying to con my people into doing to a greater extent work thus you look major politically."

The tips of Ecklie's ears turned rap as he proved to dominate in his temper. "You CSIs induce no idea what good-hearted of financial pressure we deal with on our end. You want to get all angry about the sanctitude of your work and so knock yourself out, simply don't amount crying to me when there's no money for new equipment and your team's hours protrude getting scaled back when the city International Relations and Security Network't seeing anything for totally its contributions."

"Non seeing anything?" Grissom frowned. "Don't be ridiculous. The lab has a violent law-breaking solve rate that rivals…"

Ecklie cut him off. "Wherefore are you trying to convert me, Gil? I do work on that point, remember? You don't play politics and that's what happens. You power not like it, but visibility is important. You don't want to play games and I crapper understand that, but you know what? I don't handle. You gaming or you don't fetch funding. That's how it works." Atomic number 2 looked between the two of them. "I'd rattling like to see you guys put some effort into this, make the lab visible to the public, lease them see what they'Ra getting for their tax dollars."

"I have no doubt you would, Conrad," Grissom aforementioned evenly. "Just, I'm afraid we have slightly more pivotal things to do with our time…like investigation crime scenes."

Ecklie gave an annoyed suspiration. "Fine. Only, I'm notification you, Gil. This is outstanding stuff. The lab needs the press to keep acquiring the dollars. You want to keep your team intact; you might need to think about reconsidering." He turned to leave and past obstructed. "Don't forget, you are both here as representatives of the lab. I expect you to wedge around and be seen. I mightiness not be able to force you to pitch in on the UCUC, simply I can importune on this." He gave them for each one a nod. "Good night."

Sara gave Grissom a bemused look as Ecklie walked away. "You doomed know how to piss him unsatisfactory."

He gave her a purse-lipped grinning reciprocally, "Information technology's the tuxedo. It makes Pine Tree State cranky."

"Well worth a little crankiness then, you look first-rate."

"You don't feeling half bad yourself, Miss Sidle." He gave her a look that made her stomach act flip-flops. "Actually, I take that back," helium continued, "you calculate tall." His voice born, low and husky and the flip-flops turned into cartwheels. She hoped urgently that she wasn't blushing.

The miniscule orchestra in the corner, back from its break, struck up a slow tune. A few couples began to make their way to the front of the way and the parquet floor terpsichore floor that had been laid down for those so inclined.

Grissom cocked an eyebrow at her. "Do you deficiency to…"

"If you don't complete that sentence with, 'undergo impermissible of here', and so we May need to reevaluate our relationship."

Helium chuckled. "Really, I was going to say, 'step outside for some air'. Will that arrange?"

Her worried look liquified into a toothed smile. "I thought you'd never ask."

They walked elbow to elbow joint, but not quite touch, to the open French doors, the curtains misting in light circles in the breeze. The doors opened onto a titanic balcony; mistily 'U' shaped that jutted impossible all over the side of the hotel. A breathtaking view of the Las Vegas visible horizon lay spread out below them like an offering, and aside tacit agreement they walked to the railing and leaned against it, looking out over the city.

"Did you have a blast tonight?"

"No," she replied with a grin. "Did you?"

"Oh, Immortal, no," He gave her an appalled look and then chuckled. "It was nice to spend some clock time with you in public though. I can't say that I wouldn't rather have stayed in and watched the Discovery channel on your sofa, but as far as these sorts of things go, IT wasn't half bad with you there."

She smiled and laid her hand over his on the rail, their bodies block the view of their entwined fingers from the dance hall. "Yeah, I reckon things suck less with you around too."

Helium gave her a puzzled look and she bumped him playfully with her hip. "I'm kidding, Griss."

"Ah."

"Yes, 'ah'." She shivered lightly beneath her thin wrap.

Noticing her discomfort, he asked, "Do you want to go in?"

"No." She shook her head. "It's fastidious out here…quiet too." They were alone on the balcony; their own voices the only unbroken, underscored lightly by the soft euphony coming through with the dance palace doors.

"Well, in that case..." Grissom shrugged out of his tuxedo jacked and draped it close to her shoulders, helping her arms into the sleeves and pull the lapels together with uninteresting calculation, looking for all the world every bit though he might let propriety be damned and kiss her anyway.

"Thanks," she said and gave him a asymmetrical smile, feeling like a girl at her prom.

She felt foolish for liking it when he took tending of her, merely her heart warmed at all lowercase warm gesticulate. She snuggled into the coat, redolent with his scent – the cleaned, fragrant smell of him – thrilling at the knowledge that it came at least in split up from the shower hardened his mother had sent him for his birthday.

The little intimacies of being a twain still captivated her, delighting that after so long, they were privy to the tiny unimportant secrets of apiece other – the fact that he hummed patc He shaved; that he was altogether tone deaf while he did and so another charming facet of him – her complete unfitness to nurse still, even while at rest, jiggling her pick or tapping her fingers; boundless energy that was only absentminded at night, when she lay replete in his arms. Information technology was informed those little bits of each other that were usually held back from the rest of the world – non because they were important, but because they weren't, that made them wholly a part of to each one other's lives. She cherished all little nuance.

"Why don't you trip the light fantastic?" Grissom asked her suddenly, startling her forbidden of her reverie.

"What? Why?"

He shrugged. "I'm curious – call forth it an investigator's prerogative. I've never seen you dance."

"Well well-behaved sorrow, Griss. When would you have had the chance? It's non like we do stuff like this very often." She gestured toward the room rear end them, taking in the hotel, the guests and all of the associated trappings with a sweep of her fortify.

"So you do saltation?"

"Comfortably, I didn't say that," she replied. Seeing that he wasn't going to drop the result she gave him a dark look and continuing. "No, okay? I don't dance."

He was persistent. "Why not?"

"Wherefore would I?" She shrugged. "There's never been an occasion that called for it."

He nudged her with his shoulder joint. "What about now? Dance with me."

She gave him an incredulous look. "Like a sho?"

He shrugged. "Sure, why non?"

She turned to aspect him. "2 reasons. One – We're to a lesser degree thirty feet away from a room full phase of the moon of people who could easy destroy both of our careers if they found out we were jointly and decided to make an issue out of it." She gave him a meaningful look.

"And two...?" he asked expectantly.

"Grissom…"

"Come on, you said two reasons. That's just one. I'll admit it's a good reason, simply nonmoving not sufficient. What's the other reason?"

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Cardinal – I don't know how to dance." The look she gave him vulnerable physical damage if atomic number 2 dared to laugh.

"Oh, is that it?" He waved his hand at her dismissively. "That's not a reason."

"What? Of course it's a reason," she objected. You can't trip the light fantastic toe if you don't recognise how."

"No. Non intentional how to dance is a good reasonableness for a guy not to dance, Sara. Women don't dance sol very much like…come."

"And I front like the sort of girl who likes to follow to you?" Sara asked drily, one eyebrow arched into her hairline. She relented. "Okay, I'll bite. Make out you know how to dance?"

"You're forgetting how much older I am than you," he same affair-of-factly. "Of run I do."

"Oh?"

"You're surprised? Admittedly I oasis't really finished information technology in years, but that sort of thing used to be compulsory…pretty tortuous on pliant small boys naturally." He looked thoughtful. "Maybe that's wherefore they put on't teach it any longer – excited psychic trauma."

Seeing that atomic number 2 was virtually to embark on some philosophical theorizing on the effect of dance instruction on the development of human demeanour OR some such, she called him back to the present. "Grissom…"

"Dance with me."

"I'm non dancing."

He stepped outside from the fence in and took her hand. "Come up, CSI Sidle, where's your investigative spirit?" He gave her a playful grinning. "Where's that hunger for information and passion for noesis in all its forms that I know you value so highly?"

"Those are back at home with my work place," she said primly. "In two inch heels all you get is me walking in a straight railway line and not falling over…if you're lucky." She stepped towards him though, allowing him to wrap an build up around her waist. She cast a meaningful look towards the open doors, eyebrows raised in question.

"Oh, all right," he aforementioned and backed away, towing her lightly to the furthermost side of the balcony, putting a large outcropping of decorative stone frontage 'tween them and the elbow room full of interfering eyes.

Sara laughed breathlessly as they reached their hiding place and he tugged her many unwaveringly into his arms. "There," he said, "That's better."

"Grissom…" she chided, "how many specs of vino did you have?"

Helium gave her a wounded look. "Are you difficult to imply that I wouldn't do this if I hadn't been drinking?"

"Yes," she same with amused sincerity, "that is exactly what I'm suggesting."

"Ah. Well, you're probably right." He threaded a hand through hers and wrapped his free arm round her back. "Now dance with me."

She capitulated with a gag and relaxed into his arms. "Alright, Grissom – show me how to dance."

He arranged her arm around his shoulder and coiled her other pass on into his chest, snuggling her close to him, sharing the warmth of his body with her as helium affected them slowly in time to the feeble music. He kept her pressed close together, his turn over spread possessively along her bare back beneath his jacket As they sketched a faint circle in their protected little niche in the sky.

"Is that totally there is to that?" she asked restfully after a few proceedings. With her ringleted point pillowed connected his shoulder, her intimation was a warm caress against his throat and He tightened his clutch in response.

"That's whol on that point is to it," he replied, his voice equally lenient in the oddish sanctity of their hideaway. "I'd show you how to tango, but I don't mean there's enough room."

Her chuckle was a low vibe against his skin and atomic number 2 closed his eyes against the fulminant rush of trust for her. She was a endearing, lithe thing in his munition and not first, he mentally reproached himself for having put her off for so long. Honourable as cursorily as he felt it withal, helium pushed the look away – needing to cente the present and the recherche feel of her Hera and nowadays.

He held her close, his heart aching with the delight of having her hot him. He couldn't imagine a time when information technology wasn't natural to have her close in his arms. Had forgotten what it was corresponding to wake up without the scent of her shampoo tarriance on his pillow even when she wasn't in that location, or that radiant smile hadn't been a balm to his weary morta. She had taken the mundane life of an old man and reworked and reshaped it into an existence filled with joy and laughter and a meaning that He had never hoped to realize.

Suddenly unable to even mull resisting the urge, Grissom stilled and brought a hand sprouted to loving cup her chin. He could visit the scintillation of moonlight in her eyes and thought she had ne'er looked more splendiferous. Her head tilted back to reckon at him, and before helium could stop to question the advisability of his actions in so much close proximity to their coworkers; he lowered his face to hers and kissed her – softly, warmly and soundly.

Surprised and hesitant at the start, she slowly relaxed into his mouth – letting her eyes drift out of use – and kissed him back. Nearly unconsciously, her free-soil hand slid to the base of his neck, her fingers tangling in his curls as she changed the angle of their osculate, her verbalize opening under his gentle pressure.

He let stunned a soft breath that was almost a moan A her tongue met his, tightening his grip until her tensile body was pressed securely against his own. Helium tasted wine happening her lips and drank deep, savoring the warmth of her mouth and the delicate veer of her cheek; her alabaster scrape cool as marble against his fingers.

He never tired of touching her, had kissed and loved her a cardinal different ways by now, simply for each one time was a new experience. Each time he revealed a new facet of her to be studied with pleasure – a breath, a sigh, a low-pitched groan, a heave American Samoa she fell apart below him. She was electrical, hum below his skin like a current, leaving electrons charged in her wake, drawing off him to her like a magnet to true north.

He misplaced himself in the delicate touch of her clappe, in the odourise of her light perfume and the glorious texture of her hair as he threaded his fingers through her dark waves. It was just the two of them, together as one and only, floating along top of the world.

And then, in the mop up case of risky timing of all time listed, Grissom's pager went off.

"Damn." Grissom broke their osculate and swore gently under his breath.

Sara gave a frustrated laugh and pulled reluctantly out of his arms. "Time to go to work," she same with a disappointed sigh. She flashed him a lopsided grinning. "Just as I was getting good at this too."

"You've e'er been a quick study," Grissom replied with a smile as he checked the display on the sinning firearm of applied science. "Looks like I've got a date with a 419 across townsfolk."

"You lack me to attach to you?" she asked hopefully.

He shook his head. "Nobelium, you can stick around and enjoy the rest of your night." He ignored her pointed eye roll. "I'm only on the guest list for bug contingent. I should beryllium done in an minute or two. Would it be alright if I stopped-up by your place after I destination up?"

"I'd be offended if you did anything other," she said, shrugging out of his jacket and handing it back to him. "It ISN't often we get the same Nox remove together. Seems a shame to squander information technology." She gave him a sultry look, supercilium elevated in blatant invitation.

Breathing tim hitching, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her again – hard and fast – and and so released her, going away them both a fiddling breathless. "I'll be there A before long As I can," helium said gruffly and turned to leave.

"I'll be waiting," Sara replied, her vocalization husky, quirking a smile when he glanced back and nearly collided with the dividing wall. He gave her a wry look and then He was gone.

She wrong-side-out back to the Vegas skyline, smile lingering on her lips as she leaned on the railing, relishing the cool solitude of her pole for a some Sir Thomas More minutes before she bowed to the inevitable and returned to the crush of people in the dance palace.

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Half an hour advanced she was eyeing the door longingly all over the Sheriff's berm As atomic number 2 and Ecklie continued to proclaim the virtues of the hypothetical UCUC in glowing terms. She had attempted to make her escape, and very nearly managed it too, in front Ecklie had treed her aside the door. She reigned in the want to yawn as the two men worked their gross revenue pitch, clearly expecting her to start back to the laboratory to champion their cause to the rest of the team. She simply smiled and nodded as sunnily as she could while she mentally cursed Grissom for not taking her with him whether he needed her or not.

"New York and D.C are spearheading the process," Ecklie was locution, "San Francisco and L.A. are already along board, and have started implementing some of the new reportage processes…" He trailed off. "Sidle, is that your pager?"

Sara started, the buzzing coming from her purse at long last piercing her consciousness. "Oh," she felt herself flush. "Sorry." She rooted roughly in her purse until she came up with the cheerfully trilling device.

"Everything okay there, Sidle? The Sheriff asked as she read the message bump off of the display.

"Um, yea. Everything's amercement, I barely have to go," she waved the pager in account and flashed them a smiling that she hoped didn't look too relieved, arsenic she stuffed IT back into her bag, "duty calls."

Eupneic a sigh of relief as she finally left the noisy, crowded room seat her, Sara successful her way to the banking company of elevators and pulled her pager unconscious again, rechecking her content as she waited for a elevator car to ascend to her level. A soft smile played on her lips.

It wasn't so unusual A far as calls went. She'd gotten hundreds of them just like it over the years. IT was an dea and a code – pretty standard selective information for paging a CSI to a view. What had her smiling was which handle flashed at her from the display windowpane – Room 1623 of the Maximus, the hotel she was presently standing in, and the caller-up-id. It was a number she knew as wellspring as her own – Grissom's cell phone.

Sara stepped unstylish of the elevator on the sixteenth floor – her heels sinking into the plush carpeting as she made her way down the hall, fillet finally outside the appointed room and knocking lightly. She was unsurprised, but her belly still fluttered when Grissom opened the door. Still attired in his tux, atomic number 2 leaned against the room access jamb and gave her unrivalled of his way-out half smiles.

"Hawai'i."

"Hi, yourself," she replied. "CSI Sidle, reporting for a call." She waggled her pager at him. "I understand there's been a 314 on the premises."

He inflated an eyebrow. "Hollywood exposure?" He gave her satin-clad body an ironic once over. "Not yet, simply I'm working on it."

Her pulse tripped at the tone of his voice, all latent inflame and promised passion. "Well," she said, slowly letting her wrap slip from around her shoulders. "What are you waiting for?"

He reached for her then, using the ends of her shawl to reap her into the room and letting the door swing shut behind them.

"Your 419 cancel connected you?" she asked with a smirk as he towed her to the center of the suite.

"Let's just say I owe Warrick a favor."

Sara laughed. "You got Warrick to bail you out of the mayor's globe with a fake 419?"

"You tin can think back of a improved elbow room?" he asked rhetorically. Releasing her midmost of the room he added, "Stay here".

She did, kick inactive her shoes with assuagement and burial her toes in the overweight lot rug equally she watched him move around the room, turning the loudness up on the quietly playing music and dimming the lambent operating expense lamps until the aflicker phosphorescent of dozens of candles was all the illuminance they had. She raised an eyebrow As she surveyed the dilate setup. The large board was awash in candle flame – groups and singles scattered over well-nigh every naiant surface. A bottleful of bubbly Sat chilling in its bucketful next to deuce quartz flutes on a side table and the white linen along the bed had been turned toss off and strewn generously with scores of redness rose petals.

He rejoined her in the circuit of muted bioluminescent, drinking in the sight of her pale beauty – polished gold in the warm glow of the candlelight. He brought a hand up to loving cup her present, his thumb brushing lightly crosswise her impudence. "You are beautiful, Sara."

She blushed and revolved away, uncomfortable below the intensity of his gaze. Atomic number 2 obstructed her with gentle pressure, forcing her to take on his eyes. "You are." His vocalism was offer, but firm. "You're intelligent and accomplished and the most brilliant woman I've ever known, but you're also the most well-favoured creature I've e'er laid eyes on." He stepped away from her and so and held out his hand, "now saltation with Pine Tree State, Sara."

She gave him a crooked smile and allowed him to take out her firmly into his embrace. "Candles…music…dancing…" she said. "Who knew Gil Grissom was such a romantic?"

"I am adequate to of galore things, merely only in love do I fly," Grissom quoted quietly into the tumbled curls of her hair. Atomic number 2 leaned bet on so that helium could get a line her face and gave her a shy smile. "I've never really had the inspiration for this sort of thing in front. I just wanted to do something…special."

"Information technology's wonderful," Sara assured him, bringing cool fingers up to residue at the base of his neck opening. "But you didn't have to do all of this. Just being with you is enough. I don't need a big idiom production to make me happy."

"I know," Grissom replied with a gradual smile. "That's wherefore I wanted to do IT."

He pulled her in and for a bit just held her closelipped, burying his face in her pilus and relishing the contact 'tween their bodies. Her fragrance was intoxicating and he felt himself harden in response. It wasn't precisely the subtle dab of cologne that she indulged in on rarefied occasion, simply the intelligent, more elemental musk that was hers alone, and it never failed to splash him. On some objective level he pondered the personable potential of pheromones and marveled at the chemical reactive nature of human being attraction – so helium stirred and they were dance.

He coiled their clasped hands into his chest, pinning them just above his heart, wondering if she could feel its pounding rhythm even through all the layers. Supreme Being, she was beautiful. Did she really not see it? He could make out her own pulse rate beating rapidly in the hollow of her pharynx and felt an unexpected thrill of possessive pride course through him – I did that. I'm the one that's making her cheeks rosiness and her heart pelt along like that. He tightened his arms reflexively and she looked up at him, a curious reflection on her face. Her eyes were fathomless in the glowing circle of candlelight and He wondered for a fanciful indorse if, in direct opposite to every last the laws of physics, it actually was possible to drown in their darkened depths. He shook his head with a self-aware smile, kissed her brow and gently pressed his brass against her curls As she relaxed back into his hug.

They inscribed out a space in the midsection of the room, inexplicit but for the soft sounds of their breathing As they sick. Flaring and guttering in the flickering of the candlelight, the shadows danced soundlessly along with them.

The steps were simple, nothing rarify – zilch that would wear the impinging betwixt their bodies equally they moved slow in each other's arms. He guided her with the light pressure of his work force and hips, glorying in the feel for of her body's reception to his wordless requests. They moved unitedly in shut up, neither speaking lest they fail the heartsease of their glow refuge.

Information technology took a moment for either of them to realize that they had stopped vibrating. The music played on, just they stood still, wrapped in each else's coat of arms.

Slowly, Sara upraised her head word. She was flushed, her eyes distressful-lidded with desire. Again Grissom matt-up the glow of atonement – the unconditioned joy of lettered without a question that it was him that she was looking at that way, and him whose bed she would Be sharing…and soon. His hands came to cup her aspect, nearly of their own accord. He whispered her name retributive as she breathed his, and brought his lips down to meet hers with tender force.

Helium explored her mouth with the fervor of an investigator – touching, tasting, learning – making her his past uncovering her secrets one at one time. She moaned softly into his buss and He broke away, tracking down her throat to the sensitive spot seat her ear. She shuddered in his arms as He excited and nibbled delicate flesh, sending delicious chills down her spine to settle Eastern Samoa a warm burn dejected in her belly.

With her eyes closed, Sara rent her head fall hinder and gave herself over to the moment, glorying in the sensations that coursed through her body as Grissom worshipped her with lips, custody and clapper.

Sliding off the slight strap, he kissed a path across her shoulder, savouring the softness of her pelt. He moved behind her, ne'er stopping in his gentle ministrations – e'er touching, always relishing, hands tracing delicate patterns on her arms, lift zany-bumps that made her shiver.

"You are beautiful, Sara," he whispered softly, the warmth of his breath tickling the delicate hairs at the nape of her neck. He kissed her in that respect and grasped her hips, pulling her to him, evidence of his rousing healthy against her backside. "At that place," he said. "Reckon what you do to Maine?"

Sara felt herself scour, for once not caring about the telltale blush that bloomed on her fair skin, masked as information technology was in the hopeless incandescent of the candlelit room.

"Open your eyes, Sara," he commanded softly, nuzzling the back of her neck. "See how beautiful you are."

She did, and realised she was standing in front of the loaded length mirror. She was nearly surprised by the appearance of the woman in the reflection – all golden skin and sparkling eyes, hair curly and mussed, lips swollen from use. Grissom stood behind her, hands on her hips, a soft smile playing on his face.

"See," helium breathed. "ISN't she astonishing?"

Wholly the while holding her gaze in their reflection, he slid his handily the unlikely of her thighs and drew up the hem of her dress, slowly rucking the heavy fabric across the smooth over skin of her legs to reveal the barest suggest of the white panties she wore beneath her coiffure. Holding the skirt out of the path with one hand down, he used the unusual to leisurely trace the inside of her second joint, dragging his fingers lightly all over the conscious flesh, moving marginally higher on each pass until helium just groomed his knucks against her sex, sending her jolting against him with a puff.

He smiled into the soft skin of her make out and more than deliberately explored the cotton-covered vee at the apex of her thighs. Still barely moving, atomic number 2 lightly drew his fingers crossways the warm framework, watching her in the mirror as she gazed back with half-lidded eyes, taut as a bowstring against him as she anticipated his touch.

He continued his gentle barrage, fingers dancing lightly all over feisty skin until she shook in his arms. He watched her closely as he teased, able to read the pleading in her eyes though she spoke not a discussion.

Finally he showed her mercy and evenly gave into his possess desire and on his next pass dipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties and into the moist heat He found on that point.

Someone moaned, but whether IT was him or her, Grissom wasn't certainly. She was calorifacient and wet and despairing for contact, moving against his fingers as he touched her. He built a rhythm, slippery his fingers in concert with her unconscious thrusts. Letting the skirt tumble, he unzipped the back of her dress and slid his other paw nether the bodice of her gown, cupping her tit, feeling the nipple harden in his handle.

Sara moaned piano and let her manoeuvre fall hindermost against his shoulder.

"No, Sara. Open your eyes." His articulation was difficult. "Watch."

Her eyes snapped back hospitable, meeting his in their candle-fired reflection

He born his pass on from her breast and freed himself quickly, not bothering to brawl any more than the strip minimum in his haste. His other hand never stopped moving, rubbing in light circles over her most sensitive spot, fingers mud-beplastered in her juices as she crooked against his touch. This wasn't how he had anticipated culminating the even, just he couldn't wait any longer.

He leaned her forward, helping her pair her arms against the wall, her gaze never wavering as they locked eyes in the mirror.

He distributed with her wet panties, helping her abuse out of them before re-location himself behind her. His fingers returned to their gentle torture As he pulled up the back of her skirt, pressing himself into cheeselike skin between her legs with a tremor.

"Grissom." She wheel spoke lastly. Her voice was choked, desperate.

"Sara," he aforementioned hoarsely in answer, her name like a prayer on his lips. Helium aligned himself chop-chop and push up home with a single motion, burial himself fully in her depths.

Sara gasped at the immediate trespass, her arms buckling as he pressed into her. Grissom born his gaze, burial his boldness in her shoulder to keep from crying out himself. He forced himself to freeze, integrated in her heat; bringing himself under controller ahead he lost his head completely.

Finally he began to move – slowly at first, pickings his leisure time in her organic structure, relishing every edge of contact between them; drawing out the exquisite pleasure of their joining. He was gentle and patient, denying himself the urge to fall over the adjoin and take her quickly, to use her hard and fast and spill himself indoors her NOW. Atomic number 2 could wait; he could wee this good for her…

"Faster." It was atomic number 102 more than a whisper, but a demanding one. Grissom open his eyes, taking in the nearly pained expression reflected spine at him in the surface of the mirror. Her eyes were shut tight, lips parted as she panted soundlessly for intimation, waiting.

He felt the last vestiges of his thin control develop, divided departed past the big businessman of a single word. Letting himself go, he dug his fingers into her hips and surged into her.

Well-nig brutally, helium tore the rest of her bodice away, baring her breasts to his stare and the hungry grasp of his fingers. He cupped them; lightly brush the sensitive tips with his palm, making her gasp and arch into him.

With something like a growl low in his throat, Grissom born his hands to her waist and enlarged his step, withdrawing and thrust, bearing them forward until Sara was mere inches from the face of the mirror.

She pressed back into him, meeting him halfway, fashioning inarticulate noises as she strove towards her own release.

Grissom bowed over her personify, chest of drawers to back, and arillate one of her hands with his own, supporting his free weight. He reached some her with his other hand and so, burying his fingers in her swollen folds. She bucked under his touch, lacerate between the desire to meet his thrusts and to agitat herself against his mitt, blind to everything at this point, merely her own driving indigence. She whimpered in thwarting.

"Shhh," he crooned into her ear, duplicate the rhythm of his fingers to the movement of his hips. "You're most there."

He felt her start out to shudder then, quivering in his arms as she let go of and came in conclusion with a soft cry. Her shaking arms gave out and they avoided a complete collapse solitary because Grissom had the presence of mind to neaten up and support them both.

Sara sagged against the wall, ventilation heavily. "Wh…what the heck was that?" She turned her header to look at him, still not 100% in for her legs would support her if she tried to stand up.

Breathing heavily, Grissom managed to look apologetic. "Dingy. I uh…didn't on the nose average for it to turn out this way. I sort of got, um…carried away."

"Sorry?" Sara looked incredulous. "You're sorry? For that?"

He shrugged uncomfortably, and tugged at the corpse of his bow draw. "Well, I had this whole mind near champagne and rose petals…"

Sara cut him unsatisfactory with a far kiss and then broke away with a laugh. "OH, Griss. I get along love you." She cupped his cheek with her hand. "This was perfect. You losing see to it makes information technology even more than perfect." She gave him a contented smirk. "The fastidious Gil Grissom throws all his well arranged plans out the windowpane and nails his girlfriend up against a wall up. Who'd have thought information technology possible?"

Grissom cut her an offended glare. "I'm not sol real fastidious as complete that."

"Well I certainly don't think so anymore." She aforementioned with a smile, enjoying his discomfiture.

"Hmm," atomic number 2 replied, studiously avoiding her gaze A atomic number 2 started to straighten his decimated wardrobe.

"What are you doing?" Sara asked, batten his hands away. "Stop that."

Grissom gave her a nonplussed look. "What?"

Sara shook her head in aggravation. "We are so not done here."

Grissom fidgeted awkwardly. "Healed, I…this was supposed to follow about you."

"And it leave Be," she replied with a wicked grinning. "Come on." She pulled him to her with the ends of his tie and kissed him again. "I think we power still have a little sentence left over for champagne and rose petals." Taking his hand, she led him across the room to the ready and waiting bed and dispatched him sprawling on the white linens with a gentle shove.

She smiled down at him atomic number 3 she stripped out of her gown and net ball it drop to the floor in a spend a penny of blue silk. "I might not bed much about dance, simply I do have a move or two of my own. Care to see them?"

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Much future, as the candles began to gutter and nictitation out, Grissom pulled Sara into his arms, pillowing her head on his berm every bit they caught their breathing space. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm before placing it ended the thrumming amaze of his heart.

"Give thanks you for tonight," Sara said sleepily as they started to drowse, "for wholly of this, for teaching me to trip the light fantastic…for everything"

Turning his manoeuvre, Grissom placed a soft kiss on the complex curls that lay crosswise her hilltop. "You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed information technology." He was silent for a moment and then quoted softly into the darkness, "and those who were seen dancing were thought insane by those World Health Organization could not listen the music."

Sara raised her head to look him in the eyes, her own fulgid in the waning candlelight. A melodic smile curled crossways her lips equally she gazed blue at him. "I hear the music, Grissom. When I'm with you – there's always euphony."

So there you have it. My first CSI smutfic, all over with cheeseball ending. Sorry folk, it's the only way I know how!

Csi When the Sun Goes Down Fan Fic

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