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Grissom’s
Shorts
(or How I
Learned to Stop Worrying and Take Them Off)
Written as part of Geekfiction’s Summer Sizzler.
Prompt: Swim Suit
Author's Note: My first attempt at
Fluffy Geek-Smut, or any type of het smut at all, for
that matter. Be gentle :) Thanks to ziggystarduzt for the mini-beta and sarahvma for the Speedos line.
Rating - NC17
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Grissom
looked in the full-length mirror and sighed.
He
had looked worse, he acknowledged. Much worse, before he’d cut back on the
fried food and increased his intake of fresh fruit and vegetables. Living with
a vegetarian did have its advantages – apart from the obvious, of course…
He
was definitely a little trimmer – his paunch was a little less paunchy… And
yet, his apprehension grew and he continued to stare at himself in the 6’ x 2’
reflective glass… Wearing nothing but a pair of slightly baggy swim shorts.
This would be the first
time Sara would see him in his swimsuit…
It
mattered not that she’d seen him in a lot less – nothing, in fact. Many times.
To his well reasoned mind, that fact didn’t matter at all. This would be in
broad daylight. On a beach. In public.
It was ridiculous, he chastised himself.
He was mere weeks away from his 50th birthday. He was in a loving
and stable relationship with a woman he adored. He was old enough and secure
enough in who he was not to get hung up on such a trivial matter.
So
why, after fifteen minutes, was he still standing there and, for all intents
and purposes, freaking out?
It
had been his idea to take this holiday – their first as a couple. Sara had come
home at the end of shift one night the previous week, more tense than he’d seen
her in a long while. When he placed his hands on her shoulders with the intension
of giving her a massage, he was stunned at the sheer number of knots there.
“Honey,
what’s bothering you?”
She
shrugged under his touch. “Long shift. Tough case. I’ll be okay – I’m home
now…”
He
continued his ministrations on her taut muscles while he pondered the matter.
“You
should take some time off work,” he finally announced. “You need to relax
more.”
“Or
you could just keep doing this,” she purred, her body responding to his skilled
fingers.
“Let’s
take a break from work,” he repeated. “Get away for a few days – maybe a week.
I think it would do us both a lot of good.”
“Us?”
she asked, surprised. “Taking a vacation?” She considered it for a moment, a
small smile tugging at her lips. “Where do workaholic criminalists go on
vacation?”
“I
don’t know,” he replied, amused by her response. “Where would you like to go?”
She
thought about it and, eventually he thought she’d drifted off as a combined
result of her tiredness and the massage. He was about to file the conversation
away to be continued the following day when she finally replied.
“Water,”
she told him dreamily. “A lake or the ocean. Somewhere by the water would be
nice.”
He
had planned it to be a simple getaway, perhaps to the Pacific coast that they
both loved. But the more research he did, the more he swayed towards exotic
locations – it was their first vacation together, after all. So he gave into
temptation and booked them into a beach-view cottage at the Turtle Beach Resort
in
It
was supposed to be a surprise, but Sara’s investigative skills, coupled with
the damn cookies on his damn computer, gave the game away.
“
He
frowned. Didn’t she want to go? Was she
disappointed?
“I
thought we should go somewhere completely out of reach of the lab. Remove the
temptation of driving back early. Is it… is it not okay?”
Then
she smiled that wonderful smile of hers and threw her arms around him, kissing
his neck in the way that made him forget his own name.
“It’s
better than okay. It’s amazing,” she told him, capturing his mouth with hers in
a kiss that left him dizzy. “I love you.”
Then
her eyes narrowed into a mock-frown. “But you’re not bringing that ugly
Now
the shirt wasn’t the problem. It was his swim trunks, coupled with the fact
that, since he was a teenager, he’d never shown his legs, much less his bare
chest, in public.
Sighing
again, he considered the possibility of finding another shirt – one less
offensive to Sara’s sensibilities, which he could wear for the duration of the
holiday. He didn’t need to swim…
The
hair on the back of his neck stood to attention as he sensed her eyes on him.
He looked over his reflected shoulder and caught her grinning face, watching
him with rapt admiration.
“You
look amazing,” she told him honestly, her breath catching a little in her
throat. The effect he was having on her was apparently lost on him, as his
cheeks glowed pink with embarrassment at being caught.
“I
just… wanted to see if they fit,” he stammered.
“They
do,” she replied, moving towards him and running a palm over his backside.
“Perfectly.”
“Sara,”
he breathed, his immediate arousal tainted by his continued concerns. “I don’t
know that I’m comfortable… dressing like this.”
She
giggled, the throaty laugh that he adored filling the room. “Babe, it’s not
like they’re Speedos.”
“But
even so…”
She
smiled, taking in his reflection in the mirror. “Griss, we’re going to a beach
resort. Everyone will be dressed like
that. And besides – “ She ran her fingers across his chest. “You look amazing,” she repeated.
He
quirked an eyebrow at her, not entirely convinced. “Really?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she purred, her lips pressing between his
shoulder blades as one hand continued to stroke his chest. “Although – for the
majority of this vacation? I plan on both of us wearing a lot less.”
That
did it. Any part of his body that wasn’t already paying attention to her was
now fully alert to the sensory overload she was causing within him. Closing his
eyes, he leaned into her touch.
“Well,
when you put it like that – “
He
turned in her arms and brought one of his hands up to touch her hair, brushing
it away from her face. Stooping slightly, he planted a soft kiss on her neck
and was rewarded with a hiss of approval.
Her
own hands were now running up and down his exposed skin, savoring every inch of
him. He traced his tongue across her throat and to her lips, plunging down on
her mouth and stealing her breath. She kissed him back with equal fervor,
devouring his tongue, hungry for more.
Somehow,
they made their way to the bed and collapsed on top of the comforter, still
stuck to each other like glue. His hands skirted underneath her shirt, pushing
it up and over her head, exposing her small, firm breasts. His lips encircled a
pert nipple, drawing it into his mouth, his teeth nipping lightly and causing
Sara to moan.
Her
hands were in his hair and then they were everywhere, running up his arms and
down his spine, sliding into the shorts that had caused him such worry until
mere moments ago. Now they were tented with his arousal as her hand moved lower
and wrapped around his thick shaft.
His
mouth released her breast and moved back up to her neck, hitting all the spots
she loved while her hand slid up and down on his cock, making him thrust into her
hand. She knew ever trick in the book to take him right to the edge and he both
hated and loved the fact that this beautiful woman of his dreams completely and
utterly owned his prick.
Her
fist applied just the right amount of pressure as it pumped his shaft and her
other hand snaked down his body to cup his heavy balls. She squeezed them,
making him moan against her throat. She was a siren, calling him to the edge.
But he was far from ready to end their mutual pleasure this quickly.
“Sara,”
he grunted into her hair. “Honey? I’m going to – I’m going to come if you
don’t…”
She
breathed out a little disappointed sigh, but slowed her hand and reluctantly
withdrew it, raising her head to give him a delicious smirk of triumph.
Oh yes, he thought, she owned him.
Flipping
her over onto her back, he worked his way down her body, giving every inch of
her the attention she so richly deserved. His fingers worked their way to the
button of her jeans, undoing it before pulling the material over her long legs
and throwing them somewhere over his right shoulder. And then he was back on
top of her once more, lips and tongue and fingers all giving her their
undivided attention.
“So
tell me about the swim suit you’ll be wearing?” he asked, his lips worshipping
the soft skin of her stomach.
“It’s
a bikini, actually,” she informed him, her voice husky with desire. At his hum
of approval, she grinned. “I could show you if you like.”
“Later,”
he told her as he hooked his thumbs into her cotton panties and pulled them down
over her hips. “Definitely later.”
He
placed a kiss in the soft curls surrounding her sex, inhaling the heady aroma
that was purely Sara. He felt a surge of pride that he alone had the privilege
of arousing her in this way. She lay beneath him, open and wet and so
completely his. It was a struggle to keep the smug grin off his face as he
dipped his fingers between her folds and swept them over the swollen bud of her
clit.
Sara’s
hips bucked involuntarily and her breath hissed between her teeth as his
fingers moved between her thighs with increasing speed. Her legs parted wider,
an invitation which he readily accepted. One slick finger slid inside, swiftly
followed by another.
He
watched her face for a few moments, the waves of pleasure crossing it, stroke
after stroke of his fingers. Unable to hold back any longer, he dipped his
mouth between her thighs, his tongue lapping alone her folds, tasting her.
“Grisssssss – “ she hissed, her hands winding into his hair,
tugging at his short curls as his tongue continued to pleasure her. He teased
her relentlessly, his tongue circling her sex, his beard scraping along the
sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
He
sped up, his tongue curling around her bud, reaching all her favorite places.
His lips closed around it then, suckling gently, and she was gone, bucking
beneath him, gasping his name.
Before
she had fully recovered, he was kissing her again, letting her taste herself in
his mouth as she greedily sucked on his tongue. Her skin was feverish beneath
his touch, her breath heaving in her chest and yet, moments later, she was
ready for more. Much more. Her hand found his engorged cock once more, while
the other pushed his shorts down. He kicked them off the rest of the way,
paying little attention to where they landed.
He
kissed her again while he positioned his aching cock between her folds and slid
inside. They both gasped as he buried himself deep within her, pausing for the
briefest of moments before starting a steady rhythm. She groaned and dug her
short fingernails into his back, encouraging him to go deeper, harder. He was
only happy to oblige.
With
a wicked grin, she rolled him over, taking the higher ground. Pinned beneath
her, and delighted by that fact, he watched as she sat astride him and began to
ride him like a wild thing. He placed his hands on her hips, equally to steady
her as to spur her on. His hips rose up to meet hers, matching her rhythm, in
perfect sync.
Their
eyes connected, each one reading the other’s emotions so clearly. Nothing
needed to be said – every ounce of love and lust, desire and feelings of utter
completion were summed up in their shared gaze.
They
were both so close now, so close he could taste the orgasm building between
them. Unable to stop herself, Sara squeezed her eyes shut, as her head lolled
back, swept away by the sensations coursing through her body.
He
was holding himself back as best her could, until he knew she was right on the
cusp. When he felt her body begin to stiffen, he knew it was time. His thumb
flicked across her clit, her back arched and she was coming. Her walls clenched
around him and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He came, long and hard, his
cock erupting deep within her as he cried her name.
Completely
spent, they collapsed back onto the bed and he wrapped himself around her while
she buried her face in his chest. They had lain like this countless times, and
yet, neither one could imagine a time when it could possibly feel old or stale.
It was, like their love-making, a perfect fit.
“I
love you.”
Sara
smiled and pulled him closer, if that were possible. “The feeling is very
mutual.”
They
shared in an utterly sated silence for a moment.
“Hmm
– “
She
raised her head up to look at him, her curiosity stirred. “What?”
“I
was just thinking.” He grinned. “Maybe those shorts aren’t so bad after all.”
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