Tit For Tat

Title: Tit For Tat
Author: ScullyAsTrinity
Rating: This is HELLAH NC-17... turn away NOW if you're not into that.
Thankies: Ohhhhh, Marlou, Mr. Cheesefires... thank you for the beta. Hellah thanks to my Radish, my Lauren, who spurred me to write this piece of internet filth. How I love thee.
Summary: It's her favorite number...


"God! Grissom, I can't do two things at once!" She said exasperatedly as she spun around to face him.

It wasn't often that Sara Sidle cracked, but this time appeared to be an exception. High strung, pink, puffy eyes flashed his way and it took a bit of will power to step forward into the layout room.

He made a clicking sound with his tongue and attempted to look at her sternly. It didn't work, so he pressed forward nonetheless, reinforcing his voice with a touch of understanding. "I came to tell you... I'm leaving in ten minutes. So," He drew his eyes over her body, from head to toe, drawing in her tired beauty. "Finish up." His voice was abnormally quiet, the sound of his retreating footfalls registering heavily in her ears.

She was pissed, but couldn't pinpoint why. It didn't really matter anyway. Delicately, she placed all of her evidence back in the bags and shoved them into a box, which she quickly brought back to the evidence vault.

So pissed, just so, so pissed. Yes, she needed to get laid.

The last time they'd had sex was, well, some weeks ago, back when she had both the time and energy. She and Grissom had fallen into bed after a long night of work and had found themselves in bed for hours, due mostly to Grissom's patient and torturous nature. By the time she fell asleep that afternoon, there was not one nerve ending in her body that hadn't been nurtured and massaged into submission.

She'd woken up sore and shiny and had happened to mention that she couldn't wait to do *that* again. Well, looking back on it she realized that she'd jinxed it. She'd jinxed her sex life. Damn it all.

When he loved her, he loved her well and she needed some of that... right now. She was moody and jumpy and needed him to mold her back to normal with his lips and tongue.

Sara muttered, cursed herself, gathered up her things and trudged off to Grissom's office.

"Ready to go?" He asked, even as he was halfway to the door. She didn't bother nodding, or responding at all, she simply followed him down the sterile halls out into the strangely cool Las Vegas morning.

Tired, pissed and very much needing to get laid, she tossed herself into Grissom's car, patiently waiting for him to start it up. He climbed in and Sara was struck suddenly with just how much she wanted-no, needed him right in that instant. Needed him inside of her, pressing into her, loving her, lusting for her.

That was it, she would have him... as soon as she got home.

And that was exactly what she did. They walked up the stairs to his townhouse slowly, normally. But... as soon as he had opened the door she turned and slammed him back into the dense wood, knocking the keys from his hand.

His lips went deliciously slack as surprise leapt to his eyes. "Sara, I-"

Leaning in quickly, she bit his neck hard, then soothed over the red skin with her tongue. "Griss, this is the part where you shut the hell up and let me play."

His grin was feral, and he allowed her to lead him into his bedroom and rid him of his clothes, leaving him in simply his boxers. Then, she pushed him to sit on the very edge of the bed and look on as she peeled off her own clothing.

Standing before him in the bright morning sun, she was something akin to a goddess; a very naughty one, but a goddess nonetheless.

"Do you want me, Grissom?" He nodded slowly, not sure if she wanted him to speak or not. "Do you want to taste me? Draw your tongue inside me like your cock does?"

The look of abject horror at her turn in bedroom etiquette was enough to spur her forward in her little game. "Do you want to taste my cunt Grissom, do you?"

She didn't give him a chance to speak, or move, but pushed him back on the bed, pressing him down hard and stealing his lips with hers. Kissing with abandon, her hands traveled briskly over his chest, pausing briefly to pinch his nipples and clutch at his biceps.

He groaned; perfect.

Sara's hand tickled the hairs all the way up his thigh, doing what she could to tease him with just the tips of her fingernails. Raspy, his breath puffed through his lips; he both loved and hated when she did that to him.

"Turn over." His voice demanded her, and he didn't wait for her to respond, simply pushed himself up with his palms and advanced on her. But this was her game; she was supposed to be in control, but when he looked at her like that, sweaty skin and sin, she couldn't help have her facade slip just a little.

Her eyes, formerly brown, were nearly ebony as he pressed her body down on the soft comforter. Grissom always seemed to know just what to do, just what to say, to turn her into jelly. But this time, this time she was going to have her fun.

Summoning her strength, shining over her dominating veneer, Sara pressed up into him, stole a kiss and flipped him back over so that she was on top. Stunned, with lovely wide eyes, he watched as Sara rid herself of her panties, balling them up in her fists and throwing them on the floor. "Don't talk. Just be quiet, absolutely dead quiet."

His cock twitched at the finality of her tone; he wondered, for a brief moment, what would happen if he disobeyed her. But this night was turning out very interesting, and he wanted to find out where she wanted to take this. Demanding, sexy, always sexy Sara, standing before him without panties, breasts pushed up by black lace. Naughty, so naughty; his cock twitched again, aching to be touched.

From his position on the bed, her legs looked even longer than they normal seemed. They gleamed, just a little, and he realized that she must have shaved before shift; had she planned this? Had she woken up this afternoon knowing exactly the torture she was going to unleash on him?

He couldn't think when she grinned slowly at him. Sara looked positively feline as she stalked the few feet to where he lay supine on the bed. He was her buffet, both for sight and taste, and she wondered where to begin. Patiently, he looked on as she climbed onto the bed, ass hovering dangerously close to his crotch.

Her lips were dry as she moved to hover over him; she licked her lips slowly, seductively, for effect. Then she kissed him, capturing his lips in a greedy flourish, taking from him, hardly giving back. He was hers tonight; he was hers tonight because it was what she needed and that was that.

Sara swung her leg over his neck and settled down over his face. "Lick me," She demanded, and just as she said it, his fingers dug painfully into her hips, steadying her as his tongue darted out and delved into her.

Open, she felt ridiculously, deliciously dirty being so wide open for him; over him. Her hips rocked along with the tracing of her tongue, and she bit down on her lip, positively adamant about not giving him the benefit of her moans.

A hand slid from the skin of her hip and she cried out. "No, no don't touch me. Hands," She swallowed audibly and pressed down into him. "Hands on my hips. Make me come with your mouth."

"Sara..." His voice, thick and gravelly, made her shudder low and languidly. She felt incredibly wanton, evil and sexy and treasured herself in that moment. It was surprisingly easy to let go of her inhibitions when she was on top of him, calling the shots.

His tongue deftly stroked her outer lips very lightly, teasing her.

Sara suddenly bent over and took him into her mouth.

Grissom's eyes nearly popped from his skull. She was, she was, she was, oh god. His face, buried in her pussy and her mouth wrapped around his cock. Oh god.

He had never done this before; he wasn't sure if he'd be able to function with her mouth wrapped around him such as it was.

"Don't you dare come before I do," she pulled off of him to say.

Grissom groaned, he felt it from his balls all the way up to the tips of his hair. He was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and surprise. She was fantastic, she was his, and he was intent on showing her... with his mouth, with his tongue, with his words.

Sara, for her part, was quite glad in her position. She began by running her tongue slowly up his length and then down once more. The hand that wasn't occupied steadying herself was toying with his balls, lightly grazing the papery skin there, teasing him as he was doing to her.

Tit for tat.

In a moment of pure lust he drove his tongue into her, stroking her from the inside out, savoring what he now knew to be the most addictive taste on the planet. He attended to her inner lips, stroking lightly with his tongue, pulling back to nip at her clit before delving back in.

Groaning around him, it sent shivers straight up his spine. Her tongue took one more trip down his shaft to drift back up and dip into the tiny slit at the head. He groaned into her in return and began sucking forcefully on her clit.

Sara went rigid, her spine straightening just a bit. Her mouth fell open and she pulled back for a moment. Rolling her hips, she came and came and held back from crying out. So good.

After a moment of recovery she fell back on him, taking him into her mouth with renewed gusto. Sara sucked on him hard, massaging his balls before pressing lightly on his perineum.

And he was lost in the warm cavern of her mouth.

Sara held off until he stopped convulsing, and, while smiling, swallowed and brought her legs back over his face, turning on the bed to face him. He was panting heavily, sweat trailing over his temples. His face was flushed red and his lips were red and so wet she just had to kiss them.

So she did, and he kissed her back, a series of short, wet kisses because he still couldn't breathe.

She turned around and flopped on the pillows and he followed her a moment later. They lay side by side, looking at the ceiling, waiting for the sweat to dry on their skin.

"Oh... my god." Grissom panted out, turning his head to gaze at her.

She grinned, self-assured and wondrously liquid.

"I'm not your god." She said, and Grissom flipped over and wrapped his arm around her torso, bringing her back into him.

"But you should be," He said and kissed her neck sloppily.