Taking Matters Into Her Own Hands

Title: Taking Matters Into Her Own Hands

Author: ScullyAsTrinity

Rating: This is so NC-17, turn away if you can't handle some seriously hot geek lovin'

Dedication: This is ALLLL for Lauren, who just... needed this.

Summary: Grisosm gets antsy and Sara shuts him up.

MY FIRST GEEKFICTION EXCLUSIVE!



"Honey, come to bed, please."

Sara looked up from her computer screen, Grissom sending her a withering look. "I have to finish this report or I'll have to do it tomorrow. Which will ruin our plans."

She turned back to the screen and ignored him when his hands fell to her shoulders, gently massaging the taught muscles there. "Sara..." He whispered into her ear, long and low and so very wanton she nearly smacked the laptop shut and jumped him then and there.

But she had to finish the report, because in the morning, they were going looking for a new couch. The old one was raggedy and didn't fit in with the new color scheme Sara had chosen for Grissom's living room.

Moving her neck to the side, she attempted to fend him off. "Babe, really, I have to finish this." Glancing back at him over her shoulder, she caught the smoldering look in his eyes and turned back to the screen, not daring to focus on him for too long.

She had to finish the report. It had to get done. They needed a damn couch.

"Sara... please, honey..."

Couch, couch, they needed a couch.

Licking the crest of her ear, his hands on her shoulders, kneading.

Sara got up from the chair in a rush, nearly knocking his jaw out of alignment. She shoved him backwards, his eyes wide, hers dark and dangerous. In that one second, Grissom was beyond turned on, already rock hard in his sweatpants, simply from touching her.

Sara, a woman on a mission, shoved him back into the couch, the one that they were planning on junking. A nice way for it to go out, she supposed and yanked down his sweatpants roughly. Her hands grasped his hips roughly, harder than she'd ever done and she was frightened to realize how excited she was to be doing this to him.

He'd wanted to fuck her tonight... but she was going to fuck him.

Her lips plunged down over his shaft and the head bumped the back of her throat. Barriers, she wanted to break through them, so she relaxed her body and in a moment of stunning prowess, she slid him into her throat, breathing evenly to keep from rejecting him.

Eyes, once shut, popped open at the new sensation, incredibly tight and hot and, dear god was Sara deep throating him? His gaze wandered over her, there beneath him and he uttered three obscenities, right in a row, feeling dirty and sweaty and so damn good that his brain couldn't connect the synapses that tried to fire from nerve to nerve.

She was fantastic, there on her knees, all for him.

Sara pulled back, bringing her right hand up to touch his balls, rolling them slowly, nestling them in the warmth of her palm, loving them with her soft flesh. Pulling her mouth back, she nearly pulled off of him, but descending again, dragging her tongue slowly down the underside of his shaft, nearly causing him to buck into her mouth.

But he knew better. The release was far more intense if he waited, if he let her play over his strings with her bow at her own leisure, if he let her play him as an instrument.

Moans, out of tune when he released them. She didn't care, she moaned back, the vibrations radiating from her throat, her tongue, dancing up his cock and he nearly cried out with the pure sensation of it.

He couldn't help but think raunchy thoughts with her there on her floor, between his legs, touching herself. Touching herself?

Somehow, in the midst of the chaos of getting woman-handled, she'd slid down her pajama bottoms and began to finger herself. 'Slut,' he thought, 'my lovely little Sara, hands and knees.' It floored him how much she trusted him, and nearly knocked him out every time he realized how much he trusted her.

Her tongue played expertly at the tip of him, raking in and out of the tiny slit there, his moans serving to fuel her ministrations. Like any man, he wanted to thrust his hands into her hair, but he was better than that. She was better than that.

Opening her throat to him again, she took him into her mouth, squeezing his balls as she did so. Blinding white lights cut across his vision and he wanted to mention how much he loved this, loved her, but he was too choked up to care.

He came, hot, white spurts coating the inside of her mouth and he wanted to come again when she swallowed them. Again, he was inside her. So perfect.

Her lips were so pink when she crawled up his body and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. His dueled back, accepting the taste of himself as a gift from her, a wonderful play of trust, love and so much lust.

Sated after long, long minutes of kissing, she pressed him back into his boxers, and lifted her still-wet fingers to his lips, allowing him to clean him up... like a good boy. And then she kissed him again.

"Go to bed babe, I'll be in in a bit."

He stood, on shaky legs, and watched as she moved back to her position in front of the laptop. He moved over and kissed her wetly on her shoulder and she smiled.

He spoke low and gravelly into her ear, "I love you."

But she chuckled and turned halfway to meet his gaze. "Oh, but you'll be asleep in ten minutes."

Grissom chuckled as he walked towards their bedroom. "Give me a little credit... fifteen."