Smutathon 2007

Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: NC-17 (Oh yeah baby!)
POV: Greg
A/N: Thanks to Mel and Fanofkdc for the beta! And to Bonnieaw and Kristy87 for being there for me!
Summary: What happens if a pair of eyes witnesses Grissom and Sara expressing their love?



The Witness

‘A box? Why does it have to be a box?’ I thought, as Grissom paid for everything at the counter. I took a closer look at it, the outside wrapped with gift paper, the inside decorated with soft material. ‘Well at least it looks comfortable,’ I conceded, as Grissom walked over to me.

“Hey, it’s not as bad as it looks. Besides, you don’t have to be in there for long. You’ll just have to give her this,” he said, showing me the small box. For a moment I wondered what could be so important about it. “She’ll love it, I’m sure,” he said. I sighed - it was always about her, and I was happy for them, honestly. But this Valentine stuff, it was driving me nuts.

I let out a small groan as he led me from the shop, carrying the box under his arm. I hopped in the backseat of the car as he placed the box on the front seat. He put on some music and started humming. ‘What happened to this man?’ I thought for a moment, as the streets flashe past the car window. There were lights everywhere, and I closed my eyes. I just wanted to go home and sleep.

Grissom opened the car door when we arrived at the house, causing me to almost tumble out, as I had leaned against it during the ride. I knew Sara wouldn’t be home yet - she usually arrived a few minutes after Grissom. We rushed inside, and Grissom lit some candles, sprinkling the room with rose petals, a nice scent settling in the room. I walked over to the couch and sat down, watching him preparing everything. He set the box down in the middle of the room, and called me over.

I reluctantly rose to my feet and strode over, my head drooping low. I pleaded with him to explore a different avenue, but he wouldn’t listen. I heard her car rolling up the driveway, and inclined my head toward the window. We’d have to hurry. I jumped in the box as Grissom closed the lid, which was (thankfully) pocked with breathing holes.

I fumbled in the dark for the box, and, finding it, held it carefully. The front door clicked open, and I wondered if Grissom would still be in the room, as I heard nothing of a greeting. My breath caught in my throat as I smelt her sweet perfume, and heard her footsteps coming closer. She fumbled with something on the box and I heard a loud ripping sound. There was the sound of rustling paper, and she began to read aloud:

“Dear Sara,

You know more than anybody else that I’m always having trouble putting my thoughts into words. So there’s only one thing I can do to show you how I feel: I will show you some of my favourite quotes. Like Jeanne Moureau once said: ‘Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.’

I know that for years, I thought our age difference ‘protected’ us from being able to find love together. But you made me realize I was wrong, and now our love protects me from aging.
Another quote, by Mignon McLaughlin: ‘A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.’

Sara, for years I’ve been falling in love with you, again and again. Thus, I think that if we’ll ever be joined, our marriage would be successful. Would you do the honour of accepting my hand in marriage?

Love,

Gil.”


It took her a while to calm down, and then she removed the lid from the box. Her hand flew to her mouth and she muttered something like: ‘Oh Gil.’ Or that was at least the most I could make out as tears penetrated her voice. She took the little box from me and opened it as I stepped out, stumbling slightly.

Sara came after me and caressed my cheek softly, kissing the top of my head. I turned away from her as I heard Grissom enter the room. ‘It’s him you should be kissing, not me,’ I joked inwardly and went to sit on the couch. I let myself lean against the side, and placed my head on the arm rest.

“Well?” Grissom asked as he approached her carefully. Hope was in his eyes, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Her words were lost as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. ‘I guess that’s a yes.’

His arms snaked around her waist, and he twirled her around, like in the romantic movie Sara and I had watched yesterday. It looked as if they were replaying that exact same scene, except for the big box part. ‘At least that guy kept it simple,’ I sighed.

I closed my eyes momentarily, and when I looked resumed my gaze, I saw how Grissom had dipped her down and kissed her softly. Her arms were around his shoulders now, and one of her hands was stroking the back of his neck sensually. She made content noises as he kissed her more passionately, his tongue sliding into her mouth. I blinked as she raked her nails over his back. Why does she never do that on my back?

When he started pushing her top up, my eyes widened. I covered my eyes, feeling like an intruder for watching them like this. However, I uncovered my eyes as I heard the sounds coming closer. They were heading for the couch! ‘Uh oh,’ I thought as I jumped off and saw them tumble on the exact same spot I had only just previously occupied.

I hung my head, and shuffled to the other couch, sitting down on it. ‘What ever happened to the bedroom?’ I thought as I leaned my head on my arms and looked at how Grissom threw Sara’s top aside. He gently ran one of his hands down her arms, to her hand, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it softly, his lips lingering on the engagement ring.

Sara smiled and when he finally released her hand she used them both to lift his shirt over his head, throwing it aside, where it landed on my head. I was greeted with darkness, warmth, the smell of his cologne… and sweat. ‘Yuk!’ I thought as I shook it off.

Again, I averted my gaze, embarrassed for being such a voyeur. But the evil voice in my head got the better of me. The small little devil dancing around told me that if they didn’t want me to see them they should’ve gone upstairs.

The little angel, however, told me I should be ashamed for what I was doing. I tried telling it that I wasn’t allowed to go upstairs and therefore had no place to go. Sadly, it wouldn’t listen… “Then go outside,” the angel told me, as the devil poked away with its trident. He pointed outside, to the rain-swept street, and I decided to trust what the little devil told me.

Grissom was working on the clasp of her bra as Sara had slid her hands down the back of his pants. The look on Grissom’s face indicated that he definitely liked what she was doing. Likewise, Sara was softly whimpering as she arched her body into his, lifting her back from the couch so he had better access to her bra.

He unclasped it, and slid it down her arms, and was ready to discard it. I sat back and closed my eyes, expecting the little lace thing to land on my head, but nothing happened. I cracked one eye open and was relieved to see the bra on the coffee table.

One of Grissom’s hands slowly trailed down to her left breast as he gently squeezed it, eliciting a moan from her half opened mouth. He let out a small chuckle and bowed down to place his mouth on the other breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple. She moaned some more as he gave the other breast the same attention.

I desperately looked in other directions as the little angel held my ear lobe, yelling in my ear to ‘get the hell out of here’, which did sound pretty ironic to me. I couldn’t, but the only thing I could do was go to the other side of the room, where I’d still hear their sounds. I looked to the other side, and saw the little devil leaning on its trident. “Just stay here on this comfortable warm couch, they don’t mind,” he told me and I looked at the angel. ‘Shoo!’ I thought.

I looked back at the two of them on the couch, just in time to see Sara pushing down Grissom’s pants, and they flew over the back of the couch, the belt clinking on the floor. She giggled as he looked down at her, already panting a bit as she scraped her nails down his bare back. “Tired already?” she joked as she cupped his ass firmly in her hands.

He let out an animalistic groan and quickly pushed her pants down as well, leaving the two of them clad in their underwear on the brown leather couch. “You know better than that,” he growled. She smiled at his reaction and tilted her head back when he moved his lips to her neck, sucking gently on the flesh there.

She whimpered as his fingers slowly slid over her stomach, circling around her belly button, before gently dipping in her panties. She arched her back, and her eyes closed in ecstasy as he moved his lips to her breast again. He suckled on the hard nipple and his lips curled around it in a smile as he brought his hand back up, watching the substance on his fingers, fascinated.

I scrunched my face. ‘Ewww,’ I thought, but then a sweet smell hit my senses. ‘That’s not coming from there right?’ I asked myself as I watched how Grissom pulled her panties down quickly, his tongue trailing over her stomach. She let out a happy sigh as he dipped his tongue in her belly button while he pushed her panties down with one hand, throwing them in my direction as well. ‘Yes, the smell definitely came from there.’

Meanwhile she was looking at him through heavy eyelids. “That has to come off too mister,” she whispered as she pointed at his boxers. She slid them down when he lay back on top of her again.

“Better?” he asked softly as he kissed her ear, taking the lobe in his mouth and gently biting down on it, and she moaned. He again continued his path down her body, much faster this time, as she lifted her leg, placing it over his shoulder.

Sara let out a small whimper as she placed one of her hands on his head, while he slowly dipped down, his tongue gently delving into her folds. She closed her eyes at the sensations as goose bumps rose over her skin. He carefully moved his tongue back and forth, supposedly knowing the right spots as she started moaning out loud. ‘That’s a pro,’ I thought as my head rested heavily on the armrest.

With each of her moans, his desire intensified as he gently sucked on her little bud, and she began to writhe beneath him. Her legs tightened their hold over his shoulders, her ankles locking together, and Grissom’s head almost totally disappeared between them. The only evidence he was still there was the part of grey hair sticking out between her legs.

He laughed against her folds and she let out a small cry of pleasure. ‘Yes, he’s done it!’ I thought for a moment as he chuckled and lifted himself up a bit, moving up her body to give her a smouldering kiss. She smiled against his lips and gently pushed him back so he was lying on his back, she hovering over him.

‘What the heck is that?’ I thought as I looked at them intently, and the object of my attention. When Sara leaned down to take it in her mouth I knew what it was, though I didn’t remember what it was called. ‘Hmm, a lollipop?’

Grissom however pushed her back, shaking his head. When she started to object he put his finger to her mouth to silence her. She dared to take it in her mouth, and sucked on it, causing him to take in a long and deep breath. “Sara,” he groaned out. “I want you to have a good time,” he whispered as she straddled his lap.

Sara frowned at him, her hands resting on either side of his neck, her long delicate fingers curled on the leather. “But I don’t mind baby,” she whispered, as she moved one of her hands down his stomach, slowly and teasingly. He closed his eyes in anticipation as she grabbed him in her hand, gently running her index finger over the underside of the lollipop.

She bent over again, and slowly ran her tongue over the same path her finger had travelled. He gave a deep, throaty groan as his hips bucked up, drowning in pleasure. One of his hands had moved down, over her shoulder and into her hair, bunching it up slightly.

“Sara…” he growled again, almost unable to speak. “Please honey, I won’t be able to last,” he whispered, and opened his eyes again to look at her.

Her eyes were filled with passion and lust as she cocked her head to look at him. “Not this time?”

He shook his head. “No, it’s too overwhelming,” he confessed, steadying her wiggling by putting his hands firmly on her hips. “Honey, stop teasing me.”

She chuckled, slowly lowering herself on him, guiding him to her entrance with one of her hands. When he had partly breached her, she placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly wiggled downwards.

He let out a long groan, his head lolling back against the couch. Then he looked back up at her, his hands sliding over her ass, lifting her up so she could move down again. He panted as she gently started to ride him, one of her hands moving up her hair while the other pinched one of her nipples.

She closed her eyes as she threw her head back, rolling her hips against his, in a captivating rhythm. She let out small noises of pleasure as his hands ran over her lower back and her ass cheeks. Then all of a sudden he stopped her, and her eyes flew open, brown confusion staring at him.

“Griss?” she asked, in a low, unsure whisper. She looked at him, but was unable to meet his gaze.

‘What? Oh, you’re looking at me,’ I thought as I looked Grissom straight in the eyes. ‘Geez, you finally realized I’m still here’. I closed my eyes, resting my head, pretending I was asleep.

Sara slowly lifted his chin so she could look him in the eyes. A worried frown appeared on her forehead as her other hand reached out to his cheek, making his eyes meet hers. “What is it baby?” she asked softly, a slight blush on her cheeks from their act.

He looked at her, a little bit dazed and confused. “Nothing’s wrong honey, I just… I don’t know how long I can last,” he admitted, a goofy grin stretching over his face.

Sara grinned as she captured his lips with hers, her arms snaking around his neck as she rolled her hips rhythmically against his. She made small noises of pleasure as she did so, sending them deep into his mouth as she kissed him fiercely, their tongues dancing a hot Spanish tango.

“Turn around,” he told her, his voice hard to make out between his groans of pleasure. He stopped her moving and stared at her, slowly lifting her and sliding out of her.

She obeyed immediately, and turned, straddling his lap again, her hands on his knees as she sank down on him again. She let out a soft moan at the intense contact the position created, throwing her head back as he moved one hand down her belly and to her sweet folds.

When the back of her head connected with his forehead he let out a small groan of pain, then started laughing. When she suddenly stopped moving he ran his other hand over her belly. “It's all good, just… be careful what you do,” he chuckled as he bucked his hips beneath her, making her pant.

She giggled a bit as he continued to please her with his hand, sliding in and out of her lovingly. Her soft noises were all he heard at that time, and again he was completely oblivious to everything in the room. One of his hands remained in her folds, the other slowly and sensually making its way up, coming to rest at the underside of her breast, pushing it up a bit, while his thumb ran in circles around her nipple.

She repressed the desire to throw her head back as she moved her hand over the one caressing her folds. She grabbed his hand and helped him move it in the right pattern, a little slower than he had been. Once he got a hold of the moves she released his hand and started panting a little louder.

Grissom smiled. “That’s better?” he asked softly, continuing to move his hand the way she’d initiated. When he saw her nod, he kissed her spine softly as he moved deeper in her, almost unable to hold out any longer. “Sara…” he hissed, his moves growing more frantic. “I… love… you… so… much,” he groaned in between deep thrusts into her precious body.

He wrapped his arm around her belly, sitting up and leaning her against his chest as he moved into her. He started to rub her a little faster as she wiggled back and forth. He sensed by the little moans she elicited that she was close to finding her release, as was he.

He tried desperately to hold on a little longer for her, but it was all to overwhelming, and his orgasm hit him. He closed his eyes and let out a deep pleasurable groan, pouring all he had inside her. “Oh, Sara…” He growled out in a low growl.

It was only a matter of seconds before Sara climaxed, loudly saying his name, panting heavily. She sat still for a moment, catching her breath, before she slid from his lap, cuddling up against his side as he wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders. “Wow,” she sighed. “That was amazing.”

Grissom smiled and kissed the side of her head. “Yes, it was. I’m sorry though,” he whispered, as his eyes searched hers.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she frowned, wondering what he was talking about as she stroked his sweaty cheek with her long delicate fingers. “Why are you sorry baby?”

He smiled and blushed slightly, covering them both with a blanket. “You should’ve been the one to go first…” he said, a red blush creeping up his face.

Sara giggled as she kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry about that,” she smiled and then looked up.

I sensed them staring and opened my eyes tiredly, pretending to have just woken up. ‘Ah, number two has spotted me,’ I thought as I locked eyes with her. She didn’t look away and I could see the look of complete and utter shock on her face. This was too funny.

“Griss?” she asked, not breaking eye contact with me. I didn’t break the contact either, and I could see from the corner of my eye that Grissom had turned his gaze to me.

“Greg…” she whispered. “He’s been here all the time.”

Grissom chuckled. “That’s just Greg honey, he doesn’t know what happened…”

I cocked my head as I turned my gaze to him. ‘Geez, I thought you’d know like nobody else that dogs are very intelligent creatures… well most of them,’ I said to myself. "Except that one over the street." I growled at the thought of my rival.

Sara smiled gently, calling me over as I slipped off the couch, waggling my tail. “Woof!” I barked and jumped on their laps, contently laying my head against her chest. ‘Maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t that bad at all,’ I thought, before closing my eyes, drifting off to dream of the dog next door.