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chipper Rating: NC-17
Title: All Things Come...
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dreams_of_himSummary: This is in response to Gibby’s challenge over at YTDAW: Essential elements are: 1) GSR, of course, 2) Grissom has never had sex, 3) he has to admit it to one person, at least, and 4) Brass has to tell the story of how he lost his virginity. I thought this was a cute idea, so here is my answer. No Beta on this, so all mistakes are my own.
"You’re not serious?" she said, shocked.
"Completely serious, Sara," he answered, uncomfortable.
"Wow…I never would have guessed," she tried to back-pedal after seeing the look on his face.
He got up from the table and walked over to the coffee maker, grabbed some sugar packets and doctored his coffee. "Well, it’s hard to work that in to your average conversation." He turned to face her. "I’d like to drop it now, please."
She had the grace to look embarrassed, glanced down and fiddled with a file folder, "Oh…sure…I’m sorry, Griss…I…uh…"
"It’s forgotten. Now, I need you to follow up with Brass on the Horrigan’s phone records. Get back to me later with your analysis," he said and quickly left the break room.
Sara watched him disappear down the hall and swallowed hard. Who would ever have guessed that Grissom was a virgin?
The events leading up to this revelation were so convoluted and unlikely, she could not think about it without chuckling. Warrick, Nick, Greg and Brass were having a heated argument about whether or not some new hire was a natural blond. Various theories were advanced. Natural vs. color-treated blonde-ness was debated (split decision there), and other color favorites were discussed (red was a three out of four favorite).
The boys just forgot themselves and the conversation dove right down some male locker room hole about women and sex. At one point they were all relating conquest stories when Greg asked them about their first time. The most unusual and clear winner in this category was Brass, who had been deflowered by the older sister of a friend, on a beach, in broad daylight, with a brief interruption by one of those flying sign guys who had seen them from the air and nearly wrecked his plane circling the dunes for a better look.
When Grissom entered the break room, Brass had just finished his story. Nick, Warrick and Greg were helpless with laughter. He’d gotten himself a cup of coffee, turned and leaned against the counter when Greg made the mistake of trying to include him in the fun, "So, Griss, how did you lose your virginity?"
Grissom went bright red but, with amazing calmness under the circumstances, sat down at the table with them and said, "Never lost it."
Silence. Outer space is noisy compared to that silence.
Grissom had just opened his mouth to say something else when Sara walked into the break room, her expression a clear indication she'd heard the entire, very strange conversation. Brass, Warrick, Nick and Greg all scrambled for their various belongings and scattered, leaving Grissom face to face with the last person he ever wanted to know his…status.
Grissom sat in his office pretending to work. "Now she knows," he thought. "Guess that shoots suave and debonair in the foot."
After years of hemming and hawing, he had gotten up the courage to ask Sara out. They were scheduled to have dinner together that night. "Shit!"
Murphy was having a time toying with Grissom because Sara popped her head in the door at that moment, "You’re picking me up at seven?" she asked with a crooked smile. Startled, he looked up at her and went very red in the face again.
"Seven. Right. I’ll be there."
They’d had a lovely evening. After a nervous beginning, Sara had made no mention of the day’s little surprise and he’d been able to relax and enjoy her company. He had taken her to quiet little bistro where they’d eaten and even danced a little. It was a miracle of first dates…no uncomfortable silences, no remnants of dinner stuck in anyone’s teeth, no accidental foot maiming on the dance floor. Everything had gone so well until the entertainer had played The Way You Look Tonight and they had danced one last slow dance.
Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.
Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.
Lovely ... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it?
'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.*
"This is one of my favorite songs," he said softly in her ear, close at hand since she was snuggled up close to him.
She looked into his eyes and smiled one of those amazing Sara smiles and said, "Now it’s one of mine, too."
The moment was absolutely right. He’d leaned in close and kissed her then, a kiss he’d been dreaming about for close to six years. Sara, who had also been in a years’ long holding pattern, opened her mouth just a bit. Things heated up quickly, tongues were engaged, and dancing stopped as they let themselves go with the feelings of the moment…
Until Grissom realized he’d developed a sizeable hard-on, which was making itself known between them. For the third time in a single day he went scarlet. He pulled back from her looking horribly embarrassed. She put together that extra friction between them and the expression on his face, touched his cheek and smiled.
He suddenly looked at his watch, "It’s getting late…I should get you home."
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Ten-thirty," he said as he led her from the dance floor. He motioned to the waiter for their check, threw a wad of bills on the little tray and practically pushed her out the door.
The drive to Sara’s apartment was quiet. He was still very embarrassed and she was torn between sympathy and amusement at his predicament. It wasn’t fair. She had this piece of information about him that she shouldn’t have at this stage of the game. As she thought about it, she was surprised that such an…imbalance, for someone as private as Grissom, wasn’t a deal breaker. It said a lot about his feelings for her that he’d shown up for their date. She struggled with some way to even things up.
"You should know that I’ve never had an orgasm with a sex partner…and there’s only been two, both of them in college."
"WHAT?!" he said as he nearly ran the car off the road.
She reached over and patted his thigh, "Steady, Gil…it’ll be all right."
He took extra care with his driving for a few minutes as he thought about what she’d just said, "You didn’t have to tell me that."
"No, I didn’t, but it’s only fair after…well, you know," she said reasonably.
He pulled into a guest space in the parking lot of her apartment complex, turned off the car and glanced over at her, "Thank you."
"Would you like to come in?" she asked, "I’d like for you to come in."
His eyes revealed so much as he looked at her; he couldn’t believe everything he was thinking wasn’t just bubbling out of his mouth. Finally he said, "Yes, I’d like that."
She smiled and thought to herself, "You’re welcome."
Once inside Sara made drinks, served them and some quickly thrown together noshes, then went to her stereo. She flipped through her CDs until she found just the one: Rod Stewart, It Had To Be You... The Great American Songbook. She queued up the proper tune and turned to Grissom, "I don’t have Frank Sinatra, but maybe this will do…"
The Way You Look Tonight started to play softly, "Dance with me?"
He took her into his arms, picking up where they’d left off on the dance floor, erection included.
Six years is a long time for foreplay. Now that they’d moved to this new level in their relationship there was nothing to keep them from going over the top…so to speak. Very little dancing was going on then. Kissing and tasting was going on, and as much front-to-front contact as they could manage with their clothes on.
His body was electrified, pressed against her. He pulled her hips closer and she wriggled slowly under his hands. His erection throbbed between them. Sara pulled his shirt out of his slacks and ran her hands up his back while nibbling and licking the side of his neck. She knew where this was going; her body was eager to get there. Skin on skin was what she wanted. His hands on her, his body on her…in her. As if reading her thoughts, he cupped her breasts then. Her nipples responded and a fierce shot of lust flared in her belly. Neither knew where the soft moans were coming from as clothes started to litter the floor.
"Come with me," she said as she led him down the hall to her bedroom.
She had only her panties left on. He was mesmerized, watching her delightful ass as he followed her. A few more items of clothing hit the floor until they reached her room, both of them naked and ready.
Once in bed, they began to explore each other in earnest. For two people with very little sexual experience between them, they were doing fine. Their bodies knew what to do.
Grissom’s hands read Sara’s body like Braille. His fingertips catalogued her breasts, her cheek, her long lovely legs, her rear and at last came to rest at the juncture of her thighs. Gently he pushed her legs apart and stroked her bush. His touch was so welcome she moaned and whispered in his ear, "Oh please…touch me."
Soft, slick, hot, velvet flesh pulsed beneath his hand. His cock jumped where it was pressed against her, eager to replace his fingers at her core. He pulled her close, saying hoarsely, "Help me, Sara…show me."
She guided him to the most sensitive spots, showed him the right pressure. When she pushed two fingers inside her, he thought he would pass out. Still she led him, urging him with her body as she thrust against him, "Good, that feels so good…deeper…oh Gil, I’m going to come."
He watched her unravel next to him, shuddering hard around his fingers. His body, so in tune with hers, responded in kind. He came so hard he saw stars.
His pleasure was immediately dampened by shame. How could he have so little control? This was not how this encounter was supposed to end. He wanted to disappear.
He quickly grabbed his t-shirt from the floor and wiped away the evidence of his failure on her belly and thigh, "Geez Sara, I’m sorry…"
Sara was still a little spaced out, but she was aware of his climax and his embarrassment. "Hey…hey…there’s nothing to be sorry about."
"I feel like such a beginner. I expected…"
She cut him off, "Gil, look at me. Do you know what a compliment it is that you had an orgasm just watching me? Do you know how desirable that makes me feel?"
His face opened up a little as he realized she was sincere and not just trying to salve his ego, "My God, you were beautiful, Sara. I have never seen anything more lovely than your face at that moment."
They lay in each other’s arms then, safe and sated, and dozed a little. Sara woke to find him watching her, smiling, "Hi."
She leaned over to kiss him, "Hi."
He took her hand and ran it down his chest to his belly, placing it on his newly erect cock. "I’m glad you’re awake," he grinned.
"Oh, honey, so am I."
They started all over again, passion blooming between them. This time he slid over her as he pleasured her with his fingers. She reached between them and guided him home. He thrust slowly into her, reveling in her heat. They each gasped a little at the delicious fit.
As they rocked together, they held one another with their eyes. There was as much flowing between them there as sensations building in their bodies. They urged each other on…faster…harder…deeper. Sara, who had never climaxed with a lover, felt another orgasm building and suddenly she was there, falling over the edge. Grissom was trying to please her, but found it more and more difficult to have any rational thoughts as his body took control. When he felt her walls contracting around his cock, he was gone, following her into the abyss. They clung to each other as they fell.
Some minutes later, he rolled to his side and pulled her close. He kissed her softly. She sighed happily in his arms. Neither wanted to break the pleasant stillness. Words could wait until morning. Sara turned so her back was against his chest. He draped his arm over her and nuzzled her neck. They slept.
*The Way You Look Tonight — Music by Jerome Kern, Lyrics by Dorothy Fields, 1936.
February 19 2006, 20:05:34 UTC 6 years ago
Well Done!
Wow. Considering the difficult, and IMHO somewhat implausible, premise of this particular fic challenge...this is wonderful. Your story rises to the challenge beautifully. I liked the characterizations, and I loved the pure, sweet smut. Kudos to you! I look forward to future endeavors.February 19 2006, 22:17:14 UTC 6 years ago
Re: Well Done!
Thank you for reading and commenting! I truly appreciate the compliments.I've never done a challenge before (unless you count the Smut-A-Thon, which would make the tally: one). I read CarefullyAskingGrace's response, "The Back of My Mercedes" yesterday over at YTDAW and came up with my little idea. The hardest thing was coming up with the smut part that seemed believable and in-character for Grissom...but I am pleased with the result and tickled you like it.
Thanks again for reviewing!
February 20 2006, 00:53:41 UTC 6 years ago
February 20 2006, 02:26:21 UTC 6 years ago
Glad I did not make 'le cheese whiz' out of the smut...it made me happy that Grissom and Sara were kind of on the same page there. They are so far apart in so many ways, I was kind of surprised when the premise seemd to fit.
February 20 2006, 05:24:54 UTC 6 years ago
February 20 2006, 12:57:45 UTC 6 years ago
March 3 2006, 09:00:06 UTC 6 years ago
Pass!
Thanks for sending me the url for this fic! So well done, too! You pass the challenge with flying colors :D Grissom as a virgin, unthinkable but funny :-)He took her into his arms, picking up where they’d left off on the dance floor, erection included.
Soo good!
Take care, Heike
March 3 2006, 13:19:07 UTC 6 years ago
Re: Pass!
Thanks for reading my challenge piece, and taking the time to review. As a new writer, feedback is precious to me.When I read the challenge, it gave me a giggle. Then I thought about it and decided it was possible (certainly not probable).
This is my favorite line: Grissom sat in his office pretending to work. "Now she knows," he thought. "Guess that shoots suave and debonair in the foot." I think Grissom would very much want to sweep Sara off her feet, just a little.
March 3 2006, 16:24:15 UTC 6 years ago
Re: Pass!
Yes, this is a very good one too. :Dand Oh yes, I think he absolutely want sweep her off! Please, go on with you work, I´m really looking forward to your Story "Dark Season"! Do you have a finish-line already?
March 3 2006, 17:09:30 UTC 6 years ago
Re: Pass!
The story is actually complete (just doing a bit of word-smithing). I am working on the smutty bits now...I want that to be just right. Unlike real life, one can make a story come out exactly the way you want!March 3 2006, 20:26:37 UTC 6 years ago
Re: Pass!
Hey, that´s sounds good :D ! I wish I had your talent and your fantasy! Good Luck! You can be sure I will comment it! Take care!March 6 2006, 16:29:33 UTC 6 years ago
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