By KMnO4
Seasonal Seductions
Rating- R
Summary- What a difference a year makes...
Spring
The night air was warm and balmy. Constellations scattered themselves across the inky sky and somewhere in the distance a soft rustling could be heard through the trees. It would not be long before the rain arrived like a living heartbeat pattering its way across the landscape.
A dying engine added its contribution to the song of darkness before the lulling sound of footsteps rang out across the derelict car park. The first set were heavy but sure of their direction, the second were light and wavering, as if being led to an unknown end.
‘What are we doing here?’ Sara asked anxiously, not knowing if the knot in her stomach was caused by fear or excitement.
‘Wait and see,’ Grissom replied suggestively, before arching a single brow.
‘I bet you say that to all the girls…’ she retorted seductively as her heart fluttered wildly in her chest.
It had been a while since they had been here together. Sara saw no reason for them to ever come back, it had been nothing special. Just another case among thousands. Obviously Grissom thought otherwise. She enlarged her strides, trying to match his as they walked.
Above them a thunderclap sounded, making her aware it was more than just April showers on the horizon. She berated herself for not having worn more than a light shirt and low rise jeans. But she was attired for a night of pushing paper work in the lab, not chasing wild geese or elusive men.
Glancing upwards, she registered their final destination with a hint of surprise. Grissom had to be kidding. But looking into his steadily darkening eyes, she realised he was not. The metal tracks gleamed in the half moonlight and the sturdy rollercoaster cars winked forebodingly back.
‘Pharaoh’s Fever?’ Sara voiced, her tone lingering somewhere between amusement and apprehension.
‘What a lovely way to burn…’ Grissom whispered, gently leading her towards the platform.
His hand was barely in hers but it sparked a growing path of warmth which moved across her arm and settled as an ache within her chest. She fought to remember a time when his nearness did not affect her. When his touch did not dictate her every perceivable fantasy.
Trying to lighten the heavy weight of attraction that had crept into the humid air around them, Sara opted for some teasing. She loved to see him blush. Though this time it would not be caused by her bending to collect some unnecessary evidence, premeditatedly giving him a view of her most illicit assets.
‘So, Griss. Rollercoasters really do it for you, huh?’ Sara spoke as innocently as possible, feigning naivety of immense proportions. She noticed his sharp intake of breath with delight.
‘And airplanes for…you?’ Grissom smiled through his words. Watching her eyes intently for any stirrings beyond playfulness.
‘I guess we both have a thing for heights…’ She delicately disclosed, before sliding into the first front seat.
After only a moment’s hesitation he joined her, stopping only long enough to flick on the ride’s automatic timer. Sara got the feeling he’d rehearsed this scenario more than a few times and found it vulnerably endearing. But as he slowly began to reach across her, his agile fingers brushing the rough fabric of her jeans, she began to feel like the one most exposed.
‘I’m not sure about this.’ Sara fought to speak with his face so close to hers.
‘Do you trust me?’ Grissom questioned. His gaze on her was lit by a sensation she couldn’t quite discern.
‘Of course I do,’ she said without pausing. ‘It’s myself I don’t trust, Grissom.’
He sighed lightly, his breath hot on her neck, ‘Well…what if I promise to make sure you behave?’
A wry smile spread itself across her face. ‘When you put it like that, how can I resist?’
Sara felt the belt around her waist click gently into place. Finished with his task, Grissom moved back into his seat and did up his own. She was evidently not the only tease in town and her mind turnt to the many delectable possibilities for payback. But these imaginings were shortly silenced as the ride began.
Sara didn’t know exactly when her eyes had closed. But some time after the first five minutes, she had let herself go. Lost in the power and speed of the machine which held them at its mercy, the aching she felt began to lessen.
Only the silken feel of moisture on her collarbone could bring an end to her reverie. It was soon followed by the opening of the heavens as torrents of rain began to fall, assailing them both. The downpour made quick work of Sara’s flimsy shirt and she hurriedly crossed her arms across the fast becoming visible, black lace of her bra.
She tried in vain to address Grissom without turning towards him.
‘I think it’s time to go,’ Sara protested, her eyes rolling upwards toward the black sky from which tiny droplets of water cascaded down on them.
‘I know, I’m sorry about this,’ Grissom answered, wiping his drenched face.
‘Well, I guess you always said I needed a distraction…’ She smiled wide, briefly adding a ray of light into an otherwise obscured night.
‘I didn’t think it would be me,’ he said earnestly, not laughing at all.
‘I did.’ Sara’s body passed briefly over Grissom’s lap, as she rose from the now motionless ride.
Grissom relished the feel of her body against his and found himself longing to have it free of it’s modest Spring wardrobe. Sara’s skin- bare and adorned only by him.
Yet as always nature conspired against lovers, forcing them back into his car and off to the dry refuge of another- considerably shorter- night in the lab.
Summer
The absence of fresh air in the crowded room was becoming hard to ignore. It was more than simply being hot. It felt like his entire body was on fire, but instead of a burning sensation it was more of a nagging discomfort. The pitcher of ice that sat on the centre of the table was everyone’s new best friend.
All the windows were firmly shut, but that made no difference to the already inefficient air conditioning. Grissom resolved to get through handing out that night’s assignments as quickly as possible. But he was momentarily distracted by a small trickle of sweat which made its way slowly down his neck.
Unexpectedly, Grissom found it wasn’t the only thing which caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed the yawning brunette in the corner. Her soft lilac blouse was rising steadily as she stretched out her tiredness, and the hint of skin this act exposed stirred an unwelcome amount of desire within her captivated supervisor.
He watched enraptured as she reached for an ice cube and slowly ran it along the delicate contours of her collarbone and along the back of her neck, her head falling forward as the muscles gave way beneath the welcome coolness.
Sara gasped as its icy touch smothered the inferno that threatened to consume her with its fervour. Don’t think about her like that Gil. Not here. Not like this. Concentrate! Grissom dragged himself back into the realm of coherent thought and stumbled through his task.
One by one the others left the room to pursue their various cases but Sara remained seated at the table. Almost fearful of what he would find or feel by catching her gaze, curiosity forced his surrender.
‘Something wrong, Sara?’ he asked coyly.
‘Not at all, Griss,’ she responded, smiling suggestively. ‘It’s just that I wanted to talk to you and I couldn’t really say this with the other guys around.’
‘What is it?’ Grissom questioned, his left brow raising itself sceptically.
‘Oh, don’t look so worried,’ Sara laughed softly. ‘I just wanted to know if you would buy ice-cream for breakfast tomorrow.’
‘Why?’ he said, feeling infinitely relieved by the innocence of her request.
‘I’m feeling hot,’ she whispered, rising and passing by his chair to utter in his ear, ‘I was hoping you’d have something to help me relieve this heat.’
‘Haven’t you heard?’ Grissom replied, grinning inspite of himself. ‘Some like it hot.’
Sara’s fleeting smile of amusement enchanted him. But all too quickly she was gone from the room, leaving him alone with his dangerously desirous thoughts of her. What would a morning of smouldering heat and fresh ice-cream bring? The sun could never rise quite soon enough for Gil Grissom.
Hours later he sat in his office, bent over the mounds of paperwork which had accumulated as if by magic over the past few months. The small fan on his desk spluttered on bravely but it did little to cool him. Sighing loudly Grissom admitted defeat before rising from his seat and heading off in the direction of the locker room.
The freezing spray of water against his naked skin felt heavenly and using his hands against the tiled wall he braced himself upright. He wanted to be covered and quelled by the ice-cold droplets which bombarded his body like a persistent admirer. All thoughts of work drifted away into the ether making space for new- more unsettling -imaginings to make their way into his mind.
The curves of her chest beneath all that sheer fabric… The way her jeans ended just shy of her waist… The flutter of her voice in my ear and her breath warm on the back of my neck. Stop there Gil! Grissom turned the shower off and sighed loudly before stepping out.
After an agonising wait the real recipient of his longing sat beside him on his small sofa. Her hair was twisted upwards and held in place with a beautiful brown butterfly clip. She would smile every now and then at him as though she were amazed to be sitting there. She was so beautiful. He could barely stand to look directly at her.
‘This is good stuff,’ Sara remarked sweetly, licking the tip of her spoon.
‘I’m glad you like it,’ Grissom responded cautiously. ‘I wasn’t sure what flavour to get and vanilla seemed like a relatively safe bet.’
She laughed lightly while he frowned and asked with bemusement, ‘What’s so funny Miss Sidle?’
‘You,’ she replied huskily. ‘And the way you think too much for your own good. I wouldn’t have cared what you bought Griss. I just wanted to be here with you…’
His eyes were widened by her honesty and his pulse quickened as she leaned in towards him. The kiss came so gently that he hardly knew it had occurred. But by the time they reluctantly broke apart it had deepened and left their lips sore.
Grissom tried his best to keep it chaste and check his wandering hands, but Sara was so unbearably close. She sighed breathlessly into his mouth once more before he was able to find the strength to move away and suggest they stop.
Moments later she was gone. He sat alone on his bed and prepared to sleep away the hours until his next shift by dreaming of her kisses. But now the only evidence of their existence was his swollen lips and erratic heartbeat which filled his empty room like the drumming of some intricate love song.
Autumn
The night lay void of stars like a monarch deprived of her jewels. Darkness had long since swallowed the sun and a waning moon hung itself high. A soft caress of wind changed to a sudden gusting howl as it picked up power and speed.
Swirling grains of sand were carried upwards by its momentum and suddenly rough human hands reached out for the small of Sara’s back. She barely had time to grab her evidence kit before she was pushed towards the door of the nearby Tahoe.
Arranging herself as gracefully as possible into the passenger seat she paused to survey the scene which lay beyond her window. A storm raged around them and there would be no escaping the will of the desert tonight. In the driver's seat her partner was brushing himself free of his dusty coating.
‘We can kiss that evidence goodbye,’ Sara sighed softly.
‘Or we could just plain kiss,’ Grissom replied.
‘Well I suppose there’s no fighting the forces of nature…’ she reasoned.
Sara slowly removed her sand covered jacket and turned towards him with feline grace. Through the half-light in the humid car a glint could be seen in her coffee coloured eyes. It spoke of all kinds of mischief which Grissom was more than happy to get himself into.
He reached out a hand and began to trace the soft curves of her face. She purred unashamedly with delight like a pacified Siamese. When his fingers reached the line of her lips she began to cover them with quick kisses only ceasing when he withdrew his hand to capture her delicate face.
Grissom gently pulled her upwards to his waiting mouth. But just before his long anticipated kiss landed she began to speak and her breath sweetly warmed the side of his cheek. Struggling past his impatient desire he strained to listen to what she was saying to him.
‘Won’t they try to find us?’ Sara questioned. ‘Maybe we should call.’
‘There’s no reception, honey,’ Grissom rationalised. ‘Anyway we won’t be missed. They’re working a triple homicide over at the Sphinx.’
‘Ok,’ she accepted happily. ‘In that case Doctor Grissom… where were we?’
He answered as his mouth covered hers possessively. Although his touch always had the ability to render her speechless—unable to form anything but pleasurable sounds—his kiss was something different altogether. It made her feel like she was slowly dying- sweet bliss and divine torture.
First came the heat which was almost unbearable. It coursed through her body taking every sense as it’s willing captive. Then the incapacity to breathe kicked in. Sara’s entire being was in awe of the close proximity of this man and it refused to cooperate with its mistress having found in him a more desirable master.
‘I don’t have any protection,’ Grissom agonizingly voiced.
‘I’m not taking anything, either,’ she offered back.
‘There are other ways,’ he said smiling. ‘Do I have a willing volunteer?’
‘I’m all yours,’ Sara confessed huskily. ‘Ready to be of service.’
‘Please,’ he returned softly. ‘Let me do something for you.’
She looked down at his quick fingers as they slowly began to unbutton her paisley shirt. Grissom lifted it gently from her shoulders and placed it on top of her jacket on the floor beneath the glove compartment. He was momentarily distracted by her smooth stomach and lace adorned breasts which pleased him immensely.
Sara moved her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra but Grissom reached for her wrists and replaced them at her side. He shook his head and repeated his conditions.
‘Let me do something for you.’ His words sparking a deeper yearning within her.
He pulled at the sides of her jeans and ushered her over to the backseat of the car. Grissom allowed Sara to remove her boots and socks but softly tugged her legs free of their denim covering. Finally unveiled in all her lingerie glory he was powerless to resist and, abandoning the driver seat, he promptly joined her.
‘Do your legs ever end, sweetheart?’ he asked while placing kisses along her ankle line and up to the inner reaches of her thighs.
‘Oh,’ He breathed in mock surprise. ‘I guess they do.’
A heavy grey cloud occluded the moon, borrowing its light. Sara blushed unseen in its darkness She caressed the short curls on Grissom’s head as he blew gently over her body as it writhed elatedly in response. Her own breath came in light pants and she ached from head to toe with intense longing.
His hands slid over her skin as though it were made of silk. Lengthy shivers spread from her centre and made their way up to the tips on her fingers gripping Grissom’s shoulders with ecstasy. His tongue followed the hollow of Sara’s throat up to the soft underside of her chin which he kissed reverently. She shuddered beneath him as the full fervour of her orgasm broke over her in sultry delicious waves.
‘Oh my,’ She sighed ecstatically. ‘A man of so many talents.’
Grissom let out a low laugh which rumbled across the car like a gentle thunder.
‘You barely touched me,’ Sara said quite amazed. ‘How do you do that?’
‘Now that would be telling,' he replied quietly. ‘Can Sara Sidle keep a secret?’
‘Of course,’ she answered honestly.
Grissom aimed his hands towards her in the darkness intent on proving his long standing theory that show was always much more effective than tell.
Winter
Beyond the steamed window the snow fell heavily with each solitary flake creating a different impression inside of her mind. The outside chill had not yet found its way into the overheated hotel room but Sara still felt frigid inside. Her anger had long since dissipated leaving her with nothing but regret.
It had been a silly argument. She could barely even remember how it had begun but it had soon transformed itself into a heated debate. Sara sighed heavily and returned to her abandoned bed. She knew that her side would have the pillow stained with tears. Feeling so drained and empty from her previous exertions it was not long before sleep came to claim her.
It seemed like only seconds had passed when she hear a gentle knocking at the door and sleepily she rose to open it.
'I'm sorry.' Grissom voiced quietly, offering her the large bouquet of lilies which he held in his arms. 'I don't want to fight anymore.'
Sara smiled tiredly. 'We were fighting? I don't remember that.'
'Good,' He said returning her small grin. 'Because I couldn't bear to be apart from you any longer.'
'Really?' She asked teasingly. 'Then you must be in love with me. There's no cure for that you know…'
'I do.' He replied earnestly, following her across the room. 'A lot of the guys in the lab have come down with it and they certainly don't show any sign of improvement.'
'Forget them.' Sara said suddenly serious as she placed her flowers in a nearby vase. 'It's you I want.'
Everything which existed beyond the bounds of the hotel room was swiftly forgotten. Images of Grissom's mouth and hands blazing trails of desire across the contours of her body accosted Sara's mind. She wanted to remind him of the feeling and inspire flames of his own longing which could rise to consume them both.
Sara reached for Grissom's hands then placed them tightly around her waist. She quickly disarmed his senses with a lingering kiss and there was no doubt in his mind as to where she wanted things to go next. Sara allowed him to lift her upwards and she wrapped her lengthy legs firmly around his midriff.
Grissom swiftly made the three paces towards the bed with her hands caressing his broad shoulders and her lips tickling his bearded chin. She untangled herself from his grasp as he lay her down gently onto the bed. Reaching out Sara began to unbutton his shirt savouring the soft fabric between her fingers.
But it was hard to concentrate on anything when Grissom was raining a trail of kisses down her sweet neck and smooth collarbone. Their clothes soon formed a messy heap on the floor with her specially purchased silk slip gracing the summit. Grissom's eyes burned her nakedness into his memory and Sara fought not to flinch like a schoolgirl under the intensity of his gaze.
The full weight of his body fell against her momentarily before he pushed himself up using his impressive forearms. She stroked the sinewy flesh of his torso and felt the muscles there contract in response to her assault. Moving her hands lower she heard him gasp with arousal.
'I like making up with you.' Sara whispered almost inaudibly.
Grissom's knee dipped and her legs were willingly separated. She was unable to suppress her own moan as their bodies came together. She felt her eyes close as the pleasure of his steady and lingering movement overthrew her. Twisting her hips beneath him she slowly arched her back upwards escalating the thrilling sensations which coursed over her slight form.
Sara heard her name fall from his lips like a hallowed verse of a Latin mass recited with reverence by an adoring priest. It strengthened the fervour of her longing and caused her to cry out with release. Shortly finding his own, Grissom collapsed onto her chest, causing the sweetest shudder of pain to ripple its way down her spine.
'I love you.'
The words hung in the air like a soft blanket of warmth and neither could discern who had uttered them in the depths of their shared passion.
The End