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Title: Anybody want a Passionate Screw?
Rating: Smut + Mature = Smuture for sure!
Pairing: Grissom and Sara
Spoilers: Not really
Disclaimer: Not mine and the tears I have shed because of this sad fact are too numerous.
Author’s Notes: Quick little smutty that came out of some dialogue in another fic I am writing. Alright, it was supposed to be quick! Unbetaed because sometimes that is just how I roll :)



Shenanigans was one of those nice bars that wasn’t too fancy you couldn’t wear a pair a jeans and a t-shirt to but if you showed up in something a little more formal it wasn’t looked upon oddly either. It was the kind of place that had live music on Friday nights and served appetizers on Sunday afternoons for the big games. It wasn’t flashy enough for the tourists but was well liked by the locals. In particular it was a favorite among many of Las Vegas’ finest, including the men and women of the Crime Lab.

This particular Friday night the bar was bustling with an energetic crowd of CSIs, lab technicians and various other personnel from the Criminalistics laboratory, not to mention a handful of police. They were there to celebrate and say goodbye to Mandy, who was transferring to the Tallahassee Crime Lab in Florida to be closer to her fiancée.

Everyone was sad to see the DNA tech go. No one more so than Hodges, who, at one time, had almost taken a chance and asked Mandy out. He had even thought she might be receptive on the idea but had never bolstered his courage enough to do so. Still, Hodges wasn’t about to cry in his beer at what might have been and truly gave Mandy a heartfelt congratulations.

It was laughter and good times for all as mass quantities of alcohol were slowly consumed over tales of the less macabre and more amusing stories that came out of the lab. There were going to be a few sore heads in the morning and a number of promises never to drink again.

Sara was laughing at something Greg was animatedly telling Warrick and Nick as she headed towards the bar. Her gait was relaxed, almost loose with just enough weave to it to tell Catherine her friend was on her way to a serious drunk. Catherine returned Sara’s happy smile as the younger woman altered her path to come stand beside her.

“Hey, Catherine, when did you get here?” Sara asked.

Catherine noted the slow beat to Sara’s speech, not quite slurred but it wouldn’t take too many more drinks to get there. “Oh, about two minutes ago. Gil and I just checked in our evidence on that Drummond case. He’ll be here any minute” Catherine added the last part, anticipating Sara’s next question.

The last six months had been highly eventful for the night crew CSIs. They had gone through trauma, in Sara’s kidnapping, shock, in the admission of Grissom and Sara’s relationship and tribulation as they watched the two friends and secret lovers try and find a balance between home and office. Still, the fact that Sara was safe and the couple was well and truly happy made up for it all.

Sara smiled serenely causing Catherine to hide her lopsided grin behind her drink. “Mmm,” Sara hummed to herself as she looked around the crowd of well wishers.

“Hey, ladies,” Greg greeted as he crashed against the bar in a playful manner. “What are you drinking? It’s on me.”

Catherine held up her half full glass indicating she was fine while Sara decided to take her buddy up on his offer. “I want something different,” she announced like a pampered queen to her subject. “What do you suggest, Greg?”

With a mischievous grin on his face, Greg turned to the bartender. “Mike,” he called out, index finger in the air as he ordered Sara a drink.

Catherine nearly choked on her beverage at the name of the drink Greg had ordered causing the young man to wink at her, which only made Catherine laugh. Greg was cute, sweet and silly but when he tried to pull off sexy he came off looking like a buffoon. Warrick could pull off sexy even Grissom could pull off sexy when he pulled his head up out of the old microscope but Greg…well, Greg needed to stick with cute.

“Whoa!” Greg exclaimed as he handed Sara her drink, his eyes fixed somewhere in the crowd near the dance floor. “Who is that with Lindley?”

The two women turned to look at who had caught Greg’s attention. Standing next to Phil Lindley, one of the daytime ballistic techs, was one of the most exotic women Catherine had ever seen. With long dark hair that picked up every light in the room and almond shaped green eyes, the woman looked like she could be an international fashion model, giving even Sara a run for her money in the height department.

“I don’t know, never seen her,” Catherine answered.

“How does a guy like Lindley, get a chick like that?” Greg asked incredulously. “I mean the guy has the personality of a cardboard box and it’s not like he’s a major looker.”

Catherine looked at Lindley. “I don’t know…he’s not bad looking, really.”

Greg looked at the woman before returning his gaze back to Lindley and this coveted date. “Sure, he’s not like…”I ring the bells” ugly or anything but come on! Look at her!”

“Must be the sex.”

Greg stared wide-eyed at the two women standing at the bar with him. Their simultaneous answer had him considering that there truly was some female telepathic link established when alcohol was in use. “What?” He asked, amazed.

“There are five things that get a woman’s attention and keeps it,” Sara said with a grin.

“Okay,” Greg answered with rapt attention.

“The first two are obvious. Body…he has to have the physical attributes to catch a potential mate’s interest or heart, there is a connection that can’t be denied and love ensues.” Sara looked to Catherine for affirmation on her theory.

Catherine cocked her head to the side, interested and entertained by Sara’s bar room supposition on dating catalysts.

“Yeah, yeah,” Greg said impatiently, obviously hopping for insider information on how to catch a super model looking female.

“Well, then there is the mind and money, which I don’t think Lindley is stupid but he definitely isn’t a super deep thinker and he is…by definition of his profession, not a man of money.” Sara explained, sipping on her drink. “This leaves the last one.”

“What!?!” Greg demanded impatiently, Sara’s slow meandering explanation driving him close to throttling the woman.

“Sex.”

“What?” This time Sanders was more subdued, Sara’s answer not what he expected, especially in light that it was Phil Lindley.

Catherine nodded. “It’s true, Greg. A girl can over look a lot of faults if the guy is awesome in the sack.

Greg’s shoulders slumped. It was not the magic answer that he had hoped for and his response almost had the two women giggling. Seeing the grinning women, Greg straightened his shoulders.

“I’ll have you know I’ve never had any complaints,” he bragged loudly.

“Hmm,” Sara hummed, the sound making Greg wonder if she questioned the veracity of his statement.

“It’s true,” he declared. “Okay, alright, I bet you like Grissom for his mind then.”

Sara cocked her head smiling and Catherine’s eyes began to slowly widen as she could see where this conversation was heading. Maybe it was time for Grissom to take Sara home because she had obviously had too much to drink if she was accepting Greg’s juvenile challenge.

“Well it can’t be his body,” Greg declared.

Sara gave her friend a saucy look before answering. “You haven’t seen him without his clothes on.”

“Ugh!” Greg jerked his head back and shook it as if he had just got a whiff of something rank. “Don’t even go there,” he demanded, shaking his hand in front of his face.

Sara laughed. “I’ll make it easy for you Greg,” Sara purred. “It was 4 out of 5 with Grissom. Body,” she held up one finger, “heart,” she held up a second finger, “his amazing mind,” she held up a third finger, “and last but certainly not least…outrageously…”

“Sara?”

“…mind blowing…”

“Sara?!?”

“…earth shattering…”

“Sara!” Catherine couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Definitely need to get Gil to take the woman home! Catherine rushed off to get her friend before Sara went into descriptions and positions of Grissom’s and hers sex life.

“It’s true, Catherine,” Sara whispered in an aside as the other woman passed by. “Sexual phenom.”

Catherine groaned and ran off to get the phenom in question, pulling a wide-eyed Greg away in the process and dumping him off at a table of lonely looking young women. Hopefully, the young ladies would distract him and ply him with enough alcohol that he would forget Sara’s little confession.

“Gil, Gil,” she called out, seeing him standing not far from the front door talking with Nick.

“Catherine,” he said in greeting, smiling as he watched her approach.

“You need to take Sara home,” Catherine ordered, sounding slightly out of breath.

“What? Why?” Grissom asked, his eyes scanning the bar for Sara.

“She’s had way too much to drink.”

The warning look Catherine gave him told Grissom he had best heed her command and find Sara. There would be time to figure it out later but his instincts told him it was time to find his better half.

“At the bar,” Catherine answered him before he had a chance to ask.

With a nod and a farewell to Nick, Grissom weaved his way expertly through the crowd to where Sara stood. Upon seeing him, her smile brightened ten fold but it was the gleam in her eyes that had Grissom eyeing her speculatively.

“Sara?” Grissom elongated her name, making it a word of warning. She was up to something and he was worried as to what it could be.

Sara took Grissom by the hand and led him towards the back of the bar, down the hall that serviced the restrooms and the storage room and directly out the back entrance to the alley. The night air was cool with just a hint of drizzle, the prelude for the storm to come. It was dark in the alley, with heavy shadows cast by limited light from the street forty feet away.

“Sara?” Grissom was at a loss, watching as Sara’s dark head snapped to and fro , searching the alleyway furiously before yanking him along behind her to a recessed doorway on the other side of the alley.

Her intentions were clear once she threw herself up against the heavy metal door hidden in the dark alcove of the bar’s neighboring building. Pulling Grissom to her in a demanding embrace, Sara attacked his lips with uncontained passion, a hungry moan escaping her lips at the weight of Grissom pressing into her. She was trapped between the cool hardness at her back and the heated steel at her front.

“Sara!”

It was no longer a question but a demand as he hissed at the urgent need that overtook him. The feel of her nails raking through the air at the back of his skull, the grinding and twisting of her body against his had Grissom’s mind going up in white hot fire as his mouth plundered hers. He hungrily demanded as much as Sara exacted, his tongue, hot and slick, dueled with hers in a need so primal and strong that it seemed to draw the storm in from the hinterlands, the drizzle quickly giving way to rain.

Sara shivered in his arms and Grissom pulled back, trying to make out her face in the shadows. “Love me,” Sara demanded-pleaded-prayed for.

“Yes,” was Grissom’s hoarse reply.

Yes, he would love her. Yes, he had always loved her and yes, his love for her would transcend all other things. If he were to give up his mortal coil at that very moment, it would not be the papers he wrote, the lectures he gave even the crimes he solved that would be his legacy on this world. It would be the love for Sara, his never-ending, soul-searing, life-altering love for the woman before him.

Pinning her with his hips, his passion for her was evident in the hard press of his steel against her lower belly. Sara moaned at the knowledge of the pleasure to come, at the feel of his big warm hands working at the little pearl buttons of her blouse, parting the damp fabric so that he could explore the lace covered flesh beneath.

“Sara,” he whispered against the rapidly beating pulse at her neck. His warm breath sending shivers of excitement shooting down through her body, coalescing at her core and making her throb with painful need of him.

Grissom’s left hand wandered up to the open neck of Sara’s blouse, pushing the material aside, his thumb hooking the lace of her bra and taking it along with the shirt. The feel of her naked skin, exposed to the cool, damp air had Sara flesh highly sensitized. So much so that when Grissom’s hot mouth feasted upon her bare breast, the contrast of sensations had Sara bucking into his wickedly skillful tongue, basking in the heated pleasure.

“Ohgah, Gil…pleassse,” she begged, grasping his head to her chest, demanding more, oh so much more.

With a wantonness that surprised even Sara, she grabbed at Grissom. Her fingers, so normally nimble, fumbled at the belt at his waist, growling as she finally freed him of the obstruction before working the snap on his jeans. Sara was almost certain she had heard a sizzle when her cool fingers captured his heated length and stroked him boldly.

Grissom sighed loudly at her breast, his mouth opening and releasing the straining nipple his lips had been torturing so divinely. “God, woman, you will be the death of me yet,” he groaned, his voice a mixture of utter rapture and desperate need, like warm honey poured over gravel.

“No, lover,” Sara purred against his ear, nipping at the tender flesh found there. “I am the life of you as you are me.”

Oh, she was right! Always right! They were the earth and the rain, the wind and the sky. Each nothing without the other. “Yes,” he confessed, his hands seeking and grasping the hem of the skirt she had worn for the night’s festivities. “Did you have this in mind when you dressed this evening?”

Sara grinned mysteriously at him. She hadn’t but why tell him that. It would be more fun for her to make him wonder the next time she chose to wear a skirt whether she had impure thoughts dancing in her head. It would undoubtedly drive her over-analyzing boyfriend to distraction and Sara had to admit a distracted Grissom, could be a pleasure at times.

Grissom kissed the grin from Sara’s face his tongue, dipping, tasting, sliding against hers as he made a mental promise to reduce the woman in his arms, his woman, to a boneless sated mass. Dipping to his heels, Grissom swooped down, pulling the barely-there panties down Sara’s long luscious legs and motioning for her to step out of them.

Slipping the fabric into his front pocket, Grissom ran his warm hands up her legs, the vanguard to his warm, teasing mouth as he suckled, nipped and licked his way up from her knees to her hip bones. He could smell her excitement, the musky scent making his dick throb painfully. His mouth began to travel over the thin flesh covering her hipbone, his destination clear.

“No,” Sara said huskily, pulling at his curls.

Grissom looked up at her, barely able to see her face in the darkness. “I want you in me, love me, fuck me,” Sara half ordered, half begged as she continued to tug softly at his hair.

Grissom’s mind went up in fire, the periphery of their world turned to a smoky gray as red hot flames licked and teased their desires to uncontrollable heights. The rain could stop, the sun could come out in the middle of the night and Grissom wouldn’t notice. His world, Sara’s world, had been reduced to the touch, smell, taste of the other.

Stealing a long lick of her honeyed slit, Grissom quickly stood, his right hand freeing his pulsing rod from his boxers. Grabbing the glorious rounded flesh of Sara’s ass, Grissom kneaded her roughly before his right hand grasped her left thigh and hauled it up past his hip. The advantage of only having two inches separate his and Sara’s height was vertical sex.

“I’ll fuck you, honey,” he growled. “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk right for a week.”

With that tantalizing threat he speared Sara in one mighty thrust, her thighs widening at the delectable invasion. “Oh, ohgawd yessss,” she moaned her fingers flexing and relaxing at Grissom’s shoulders.

At her delighted moan, Grissom began to piston up into her warm, wet body. Her snug passage welcomed him in a heated embrace with each driving penetration, his heavy cock stoking her inner fires and making her gasp in unison with his thrusts. “Yes,” he groaned into her ear, “yes.”

Sara could feel the insistent pull of her orgasm, the sharp pleasure-pain as her entire being coiled into a single, tiny point just below her belly. Burning brighter and brighter, hotter and hotter with each glorious, steely drive of his heated length. The sound of the rain and thunder blended with the hammering of her heart and the rushing of her blood. Sara grasped at his shoulders desperately, afraid to let go for fear she would be washed away.

“Ohgawd,” she gasped, prepared for her passionate undoing. “Ohgawd, ohgawd, ohhhhgaaawwd!”

Sara’s orgasm crashed against her being with wave after wave after wave of pleasure, beating her into an infinite number of sparkling, humming pieces as she slumped against Grissom’s strong, broad chest. If she had not been pinned between Grissom and the steel door behind her, Sara was certain she would have crumbled to the ground and been washed away by the rainwater.

It was only after several beats had passed and her heart rate had return to the stratosphere, that Sara became very aware of the fact that Grissom still held her tightly to him, his hard cock twitching inside her erratically clenching core.

“Gil,” she moaned, recalling his passionate threat to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

Sara’s body trembled as he began to move in her maddeningly slow. God! She loved his endurance. The man had sexual prowess to spare but Sara was greedy and sharing wasn’t an option. She would keep her amazing lover and all his delectably wicked skills in one package and to herself.

The sound of voices nearby had Grissom halting his thrusts. Sara, momentarily blinded by her passions, dug the heel of her left foot into his ass as she tried to take more of him in.

“Honey!” Grissom whispered in warning, slowly lowering her leg as he pulled himself from her dripping, hot core. It took a willpower he did not know he possessed not to groan loudly at the loss of her heat.

The distinct sound of Hodges arguing with Archie filtered through passion filled haze that had clouded Sara’s and Grissom’s mind. Grissom pressed Sara deeper into the alcove, hoping the shadows and the men’s haste to get out of the rain would keep him and Sara undetected. He had been able to smooth Sara’s skirt down in time but there was no way in hell that he’d be able to turn and face the two men if spotted, his arousal still jutting proudly out of the front of his pants.

The sound of the men’s voices retreating and the quick, splashing pace of their feet as they headed for the street had Sara and Grissom relaxing into each other.

“Phew, that was a close one,” Sara admitted before giggling lightly into Grissom’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I was scared to death I was going to be forced into some ridiculous conversation with Hodges while trying to hide a massive boner,” Grissom chuckled, placing a kiss into Sara’s hair.

Sara hummed. “Yeah, about that.”

Before Grissom had time to contemplate Sara’s words, he found himself spun in the darkened recess of the doorway, his back pressed up against the cool metal of the door. “What is this?” he asked, a tiny smirk, barely seen in the shadows, adorning his handsome face.

Sara leaned forward and captured his mouth, opening his lips with her tongue and kissing him senseless before slithering her way down his chest and past his stomach. Grissom’s smirk turned into a full blown grin as he felt Sara’s hands pull his pants apart and take his semi-rigid shaft in her hands, bringing it back to life with two long strokes.

“We have unfinished business, handsome,” she told him, dragging the length of her tongue slowly across the head of his penis, causing the organ to jump in her hands.

“Yes,” Grissom softly hissed, his head rolling back to rest on the door behind him.

With that, Sara slid her mouth tightly over him, gently sucking in his hot shaft slowly. Repeating the movement again and adding a swirl of her tongue, Sara could hear the deep sigh that emanated from Grissom and she hummed in return, sending soft, tiny vibrations along his straining cock.

“Aww, Sara,” he moaned, his hands reaching down to run his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp sensually.

Grissom reveled in the feel of her hot mouth moving over him, her tongue dragging along the heavy vein underneath as she pulled her mouth off, only to twirl around his engorged tip as she sucked him back in. Grissom wished he could see her better, watch her as she took him in and out of her mouth, watch as his iron cock slipped in and out of her luscious lips, her tongue teasing the head.

God! She gave great head! Grissom had limited experience with the sexual act, his other lovers not interested in performing fellatio. But Sara! Sara loved to drive him crazy with her mouth. And the places that she had had him groaning and coming in her deliciously wicked mouth! Grissom groaned out loud as the sinful memories only added to his present pleasure. His office, the parking ramp outside police headquarters, Catherine’s bathroom during her Christmas party!

“Mmmgahh,” Grissom groaned his hips thrusting softly in rhythm to her hot warm mouth, his mind razor focused on every lick and slide of her tongue.

Sara could sense he was getting closer. Her hands rounding from his ass as one hand took possession along the base of his hard shaft, while the other gently massaged his balls. She loved the taste of him, the texture of his velvet covered iron rod, the feel of him thrusting shallowly in her suckling mouth as his fingers flexed and relaxed in her hair. He was close and Sara was determined to send him over the edge.

Increasing the pace of her mouth with her hands, Sara could feel and hear his quickened breath. “Ohyes, mmm…ohyes, honey,” he hissed, his balls tightening painfully as Sara brought his orgasm to the brink. “Coming, honey, coming,” he gasped before groaning his release.

Sara felt the hot pang of renewed lust as Grissom spent himself in long heated spurts, his cock twitching sporadically against her tongue as she cleaned him lovingly. Sara smiled when Grissom’s hips spasmed as she took one long, slow suck down his length before releasing him from her mouth.

While Grissom ran his fingers through his sweat-plastered temples, a long, deep breath coinciding with the action, Sara stood and began to right his clothes for him.

“Sweetheart,” Grissom finally said, his hands coming to rest at her hips as she buckled him up. “I DO love you,” he declared, leaning into give her a long sweet kiss. “And everything you DO to me.”

Sara chuckled, leaning out of their secret hiding spot, checking the alley for possible witnesses before making their way to the street. The rain had given way to drizzle again, but the two walking arm and arm out of the alley didn’t seem to mind the weather. Sharing smiles and soft laughter only meant for the two.

“Grissom, Sara?”

Greg walked up to his boss and friend. “I thought Nick said you guys left a long time ago,” Greg said, pulling the collar up on his jacket to combat the wet weather.

Grissom leaned out on the curb, signaling for a cab while Sara just shrugged. Trying to make up a reasonable lie wouldn’t be worth it and would in all likelihood catch Greg’s attention. It was far better too simply ignore the statement and move on.

Seeing that neither one had anything to say on the subject of their presumed earlier departure, Greg grinned and asked Grissom, “Hey, Gris, Sara tell you about the drink I introduced her to?”

Grissom shook his head, smiling at the young man’s joie de vie. “I introduced her to a Passionate Screw.” Greg nodded his head and winked mischievously.

Grissom reached out to open the door of the white and yellow cab that had heeded his call, holding the door open as he maneuvered Sara into the cab. “Really,” Grissom said, looking at Sara while hot sparks danced devilishly in his blue eyes. Giving her a wink he added, “So did I.”

Greg bounced up and down. “They’re good aren’t they?” He asked grinning from ear to ear.

Sara laughed before answering. “Oh, Greggo, they’re the best!”

Grissom joined her in laughter as he settled down in the backseat next to her. “Have a goodnight, Greg,” he said before shutting the door.

Greg waved at the departing cab, his eyes seeking out one of his own as he did so. As luck would have it, he didn’t have to wait long before another cab pulled up to the curb. Preparing to step into the cab, something on the curb caught Greg’s attention and he leaned down to pick it up, amazed when he discovered it was a woman’s black lace thong.

Dropping the thong on the ground, Greg stared off in the direction Grissom’s and Sara’s cab had headed, his mouth agape as he recalled Grissom’s words and Sara’s joyfull answer. “Why those dirty, little…”

Greg shook his head and grabbed up the thong, deciding there might be some fun to be had at the two frisky CSIs expense. Oh, yeah. This could be really fun! Greg mused before heading home.