The Quieter Times

Title: The Quieter Times
Author: scullyseviltwin/scullyastrinity
Rating: Adult, foh sho! But it's kinda sappy too...
Thanks: To the lovelies that are ckofshadows and mingsmommy for the beta and the kind words.
Spoilers: Fallen Idols
This is a little birthday gift for ryanadamsgirl; she wanted post 'you know what' porn.


The slick edge of the razor skated down Grissom's bearded cheek, the metal glinting with the light from the vanity, the coarse hair rasping in the still air of the bathroom. A kaleidoscope of sound and scent and touch; it was only the only thing he could do to allow his eyes to slide shut on a calm smile.

When she began moving, sighing with every stroke, he had to open his eyes and watch her face, watch how this was affecting her.

Grissom had yet to flinch, dutifully watching her under heavy lids, unable to tear his eyes away from the intense, concentrated expression on her face. The moment felt infused with an eroticism that was tingling at the base of his spine; he needed to touch her, needed to feel her. Grissom needed to know that the moment, the instance, was a milestone and that it meant something very big for him.

For them.

Grissom could see beads of sweat manifesting at her temples as she carefully drew the razor down and then to the sink to rinse only to reach back up and place the blade back on his flesh. Methodical, Sara was the picture of calm and controlled, smiling up at him from time to time as she went through the process of ridding him of his facial hair. "Other side," came her delicate whisper as she brought the razor to the cleft in his chin and cupped the side of his face; she dipped into the crevice and swept off the beard there.

"Sit down," Sara asked, swirling the titanium in the soapy water.

Grissom blinked and then did as he was told, taking a step or two back before the backs of his knees made contact with the wooden bench. Regarding him for a moment with a serene expression, she stepped forward and spread her legs, sinking down onto his thighs with a practiced ease. "Ah, much better," the sigh fluttered out of her mouth and teased his wet skin. Immediately, his hands sought the familiar territory at her hips and latched on, thumbs slipping into the belt loops of her pants.

Smiling, Grissom dropped his shoulders and leaned back against the bench, his breath hitching as Sara scooted up a bit closer. Starting just as she had before, she moved the razor into position directly below his sideburn. "I like your skin," came the comment, almost as an afterthought as her index finger trailed over his cheekbone.

He could see the heat in her cheeks, in the blackness of her eyes. Sara looked delightful and pleasantly flustered, aroused-intent on getting him clean-shaven once again. Licking her lips, her hips slid forward again, encountered the hard bulge between them. A giggle escaped her and even as she ground her thighs down, she made another clean sweep with the razor; his eyes slid slowly closed.

A pleased groan escaped the confines of his throat and Sara felt him stiffen even more, his hardness straining against the denim of his jeans. "You're right, Gil," she teased, lips mere inches from his, "This is very... intimate."

Popping one eye open, he looked at her and lifted his lips carefully in a grin, "Mmm hmm."

Sara placed the razor down with care on the bench and then twined her arms around his neck. Leaning forward, she attempted to capture his lips in a kiss but his words halted her, "I love you, you know." His voice had taken on an entirely different tone than it usually was, like he'd pulled it through honey and gravel. Casually he tossed it out and it landed hard on her ears. Blushing, the pads of her fingers pressed into his back; it was the first time he'd deigned to speak the words and Sara could tell that he was waiting for a response.

Her hands down to the small of his back and then slid back up over the cotton of his tee-shirt, coming to rest again on the back of his neck. 'I love you, too,' seemed too scripted to speak, and she had a feeling that he already knew that. There was nothing that wouldn't sound trite but there were things she needed to say, things he needed to hear. "You're the rest of my life," was her reply, strong, sure, spoken with smiling lips.

Again he hummed, a deep, approving sound and plied her mouth open with his. The pressure was akin to a sigh, the way Grissom gently slipped his tongue against her, moving at an agonizingly slow pace. Seeking out her bottom lip, he suckled until she squirmed and then plunged back into kissing her. Deeply, fully, slowly, he took siege of her mouth and when he was done she was tinged with a shade of pink that was the definition of blush.

The moment, for all of its purpose and intensity, was too much for her to handle and her eyes flitted from his.

Settling on the razor once more, she picked it up and waited until he had situated himself in order to continue. A light press of her fingers and a line of hair came off, offering little to no resistance. "How'm I doing?" Sara whispered, tilting her head to gauge his reaction.

"Feels good," he mumbled and suddenly she was reminded of what was resting between her thighs. With each stroke of the blade, it seemed he began even more aroused, hardening until she was almost sure it was painful for him.

After revealing the smooth skin beneath his nose, she slid the sharp object closed and leaned over to rest it on the vanity. "All done." Slim lines of cream remained on his cheeks but she couldn't bring herself to wipe it off. "How's that?" Sara leaned to the left so that he could glance in the mirror and judge his appearance.

"Very good," he finally decided, and let his hands wander beneath the hem of her shirt. "You did very well," and with that the flat of his tongue ran up the side of her neck, pausing to linger at the lobe of her ear.

"You looked like this when I met you..."

Swallowing the ball that had risen to her throat, Sara tilted her head to the side, giving him unadulterated access to the rest of her unkissed skin. Dutifully, he went to work, pressing moist kisses all over her throat and chin, pausing only to utter words like "beautiful" and "so good."

Sara always liked it when he talked to her during the intimate moments. The way he sounded was almost a treasure to her, a cadence and pitch that was reserved solely for her ears. That was why, when he was whiling away time between her thighs or pressing himself inside of her, she would urge him to tell her how it felt, how she felt and she would respond in kind. Nothing quite measured up to the delightful groans she would elicit when she told him how hot his cock was, how much she liked him fucking her.

And so, "Does my skin feel different now?" she said as he ran a slightly-messy cheek over the side of her neck.

"I can feel more now," speaking as a scientist, the empirical tone tinged by arousal. "I can feel more of you now."

It was a lovely thing to say and she smiled in response, assuaging any doubt he might have had about shaving off his beard once more. "I did love the feeling of you between my legs when you had the beard..." She felt him stiffen, in more ways than one, "But I must admit I like being able to run my fingers over your cheeks... and your chin."

She pulled his face up and kissed it again, but was thrown off when he began chuckling. Sara's eyebrows arched unconsciously. "What?"

"You have shaving cream on your nose." Dabbing at it with his thumb, he held up the digit for her to see. "And on your cheek, and in your hair!"

Sara rolled her eyes; like she cared. There were more important things to think about: just *how* he would feel between her legs, if the bench could support them if certain activities were to happen, what to do about the massive erection she had caused. "Loving you is messy business," she cracked and then slipped him into the lull of a deep kiss. Arms around her back, her bottom between his legs, she felt as though he was hugging her with his entire body; she loved it.

The audible smack that resonated when they disengaged shocked both of them. Startled, she shook the cobwebs out of her head and asked, "What do you want? Do you want me right here?"

The pools of his eyes deepened, the color around the pupil seeming to dissolve. "How about you tell me what you want."

Biting her lip and pretending to think, Sara gazed towards the ceiling while simultaneously grinding her hips in a circular motion over his trapped cock. "I want to ride you right here," she claimed and judging by the tension in his jaw and the jump of his dick, he wasn't adverse to the idea.

There was no need to say anything; smiling, she lithely climbed off of him and shucked off her shirt, leaving the simple, pink lace bra in place. Taking a step forward, Sara cocked her hips and placed her palms just above the line of her jeans. She only had to wait a moment until he got the hint and brought his thick fingers to the button on her pants. Slipping the button through the hole, pulling the zipper down at an agonizingly slow pace, Grissom managed to bring her jeans to her knees before he was distracted.

Her thighs were at eye level, essentially offering themselves up to him. Unable to help it, he leaned forward and rubbed his clean-shaved cheek against the cotton covering her mound. Her fingers immediately threaded through his hair, pulling him into her. The flat of his tongue pressed against the cotton, feeling the texture of the hair beneath.

"You always taste so wonderful," he claimed, the empirical, awed, scientist floating to the surface once more. "It's fantastic."

He felt her chuckle rumble through her and vibrate against his lips; something in him snapped. Two fingers slipped beneath the crotch of her panties to stroke between her moist folds. "And always so wet for me."

Sara was thrilled that he was speaking, even more thrilled that he'd needed no prompting. "You do crazy things to me," she attempted for lighthearted humor but it ended on a gasp when he slipped the two fingers inside of her and began to slowly pump.

"You like me doing this?" he asked, glancing up at her with glazed eyes.

Sara's mouth was opening, breath coming in uneven gasps and catches. "You like doing this to me?"

A low chuckle rumbled through him and after he nodded, he brought his face down, brushed the tiny scrap of fabric aside and flicked her clit with his tongue. "More than you know."

Sara bucked and laughed and attempted to keep her body upright. He did it again, lending the flat of his tongue to the wet skin between her legs. She spread her legs apart, body flushing completely at his precise actions. But after a moment of gentle questing, she squeezed her legs together and bent at the waist, trapping his fingers inside of her.

Sara's hands moved to his waist and opened the fly of his worn jeans. There would never be time that she would be able to feel comfortable expressing how wonderful and loved and completely full she felt when with him, but when in the moment, she made sure her eyes emoted as much as possible.

Standing, Grissom allowed her to divest him of his pants and boxers. About to rid himself of his tee-shirt, Sara shook her head and with a finger to the chest made him fall back onto the bench. With two fingers and a brief scissoring of her legs, she slid her panties down and across the bathroom.

Watching with wet lips and wide eyes, Grissom attempted to keep his breathing and heartbeat under control. But when she moved forward and straddled him, her legs wide, giving him a fantastic view of her glistening pussy, he realized that he was completely done for.

She didn't want to make the moment seem trite and didn't want to break the heat that was sizzling between them, but a thought came to mind and she felt the need to express it, for both of their sakes. "I love us like this." He knew what she meant; not sweaty and aroused, not fucking, but connected in such a way that no sliver of the world could slide in.

His fingers came out to wrap around her wrists, pulling her down to him for a long, sweet kiss. After pulling away, she pressed the tip of her nose to his and with a sweet smile, swung her legs over his. "I do love you," and then she brought her hips down to his, sliding an inch or two onto the hot spike of his erection, the slick sound of their joining audible in the warm air between them. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Thumbs slid into the dip of her spine as she sat down completely on him, missing the fullness but reveling in the closeness of their bodies. Sara gasped and opened her eyes, meeting his. It was a look of shock, of awe, of love and she couldn't handle it. A sob broke free and her sweaty forehead fell to his shoulder as his hips bucked up to meet her.

"Ah, uhgn, ah," and there were the teeth, gently digging into the skin between his neck and arm. Her knees up and cradling his ribs, she lifted and slid down on him again, "Ohhhhh, oh yes, yessss."

There was a pause and they looked at one another, panting, and then met in the middle in a searing kiss that was so sloppy that her tongue slid out to caress his cheek more than a few times. Sara lost her footing more than once and landed with too much force on his thighs. And with an arching back and sore knees, he'd asked her, "Bedroom?" and she acquiesced with a press of her lips and a nod.

Carefully, he lifted her, his aging bones creaking in protest. He paid them no matter and instead stepped quickly out of the bathroom, took a right and led them into his bedroom. A careless swing of his arms and she was spread on the bed, all arms and legs and delightfully nude skin for the taking. Without hesitation he crawled back over her and plunged in with no warning.

Sara's eyes slammed shut and her legs locked hard around the small of his back. His hardness slammed all the way into her and she let loose a shriek as her head slammed back into the mattress. A blind need to satisfy all of her needs, regardless of whether he knew them or not, fueled his movements. Forearms supporting his weight, face buried in the crevice between her hair and her shoulder he pumped within her rapidly a few times before pausing once more.

"Fuck, fuck... hasitalwaysbeenlikethis?" It was a rushed question, something he needed, needed to know.

Sara's eyes popped open and she stopped her hips from squirming, "Like... like what?"

Lifting his head, he looked down at her, a few drops of sweat dropping onto her collarbones, "Intense."

"Yes," Sara gasped and brought her thumbs up to his temples, holding his face so that he couldn't look away, "You just need to feel, feel me." Sara's fingers fell away from his face and grasped his biceps, "Feel me... feel me... loving you." She turned her head away, embarrassed that she'd said such a thing; it had never been like that between them and she'd done it twice, professed love in the middle of a bout of fucking.

Another press of him into her and she sobbed again, clinging harder. Somehow simple sex had taking a turn into something else, both of them needing and giving and begging for more.

His elbows digging into the bed beside her biceps, Grissom drew his head down and touched foreheads, sliding his cock out of her until his head was teasing her entrance. Suddenly, he slid back in and she sighed in appreciation, legs pulling him in deeper with each precise thrust. Nails and tongues and words that meant nothing altogether coalesced until she wasn't sure what day, month, year it was.

A shiver and a sigh…she let go and her fingers curled into him, whispering to him incoherently.

He was muttering something as he came and she couldn't make it out until afterwards when they were laying, trying to find their breath that it was, "I understand, I understand."