Quietly Making Noise

itle: Shower Scene
Author: Mingsmommy
Rating: Adult/NC17/Porn
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Grissom/Sara

A/N: Thanks to belismakr for the super speedy, uber helpful Beta. She is the absolute best.
This is a birthday fic for elialys who wanted the “missing” shower scene from Law of Gravity. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMBRE!

Sara dropped the bags at Trace, signed the evidence log and headed to the locker room. Along with some of the lab’s supply, she grabbed her personal towel, toiletries and change of clothes from her locker, scowling so fiercely the entire time she was vaguely aware that the muscles between her eyes were starting to hurt. Slamming her locker shut, she stalked towards the shower room.

Why? Why did it always have to be like this? Once, just once, one freakin’ time, why could she not have a cool, collected, elegant moment in front of the man? Couldn’t she have that, now especially, when she needed it the most?

No. Obviously not.

She’d had plans…plans to be beautifully put together, slightly distant, and extremely dignified when she saw him again. Not angry really, but not 100% “all is forgiven” either.

But then she had been covered in the odorous remnants of half a shift at the dump, and Grissom had popped eagerly out of his office and damned near chased her down the hall. One part of her plan blown all to hell between the jumpsuit and the stench, she blew the second part by being delighted at the sight of him, giddy at his obvious literal and figurative pursuit of her. One plan down in flames. It was only as she had made her escape, when he had asked her about later, that she remembered all issues were not resolved.

As always, the shower room smelled strongly of bleach with the faint hint of lemons. While the smell was not entirely pleasant, she liked it…it smelled clean. Along with the moist heat that always clung in the air, it was somehow comforting to her.

She noted with some relief all four of the shower cubicles were empty. Everyone was either out in the field or in the labs. Thank heaven for small mercies. Mercies hell, feels more like a miracle, Sara snorted to herself as she hung her clean clothes on the hook of the changing room door and shed the reeking jumpsuit and clothes beneath.

She was quite relieved to find that she wasn’t as repulsed by her own smell once she was divested of the garments. She reached into the shower stall and turned on the water; as the temperature was regulating she tossed her clothes into a bag and cinched it.

Hurriedly wrapping a towel around herself she opened the door in order to toss the jumpsuit into the county provided hamper right outside the door and came face to face with her newly returned boyfriend and shrieked. Not a ladylike “oh, my goodness, me, you startled me” cry but a “what the fuck are you doing? No, don’t bother to tell me until I finish having my heart attack” scream.

“Jesus! Grissom!” she panted at him when she was able to form actual words again. Her heart was racing and she was sternly telling her body not to convert the adrenaline he had inadvertently triggered into anger. Grissom did not help her fight against this natural conversion by smirking at her. Did not help, at all.

It suddenly occurred to her where they were and she stuck her head out of the cubicle and glanced furtively around the shower room, as she hissed, “Are you out of your mind? What are you doing in here?”

He began walking towards her and she backed up and into the dressing room, trying to keep some distance between them. “Grissom, someone could come in…what are you doing?”

“I put the ‘closed for maintenance’ sign on the outer door.” Grissom had walked them both fully into the room, closed the door, and leaned up against it with a casual stance completely contradicted by the intense heat of his gaze. She felt as if she were being devoured and burned simultaneously by the intensity of his look.

She clutched the towel tighter around her body, but it did not stop his gaze from roaming over her with hungry deliberation. “Grissom, what are you doing?”

“I didn’t want to wait until later. I wanted to see you now.” His voice was a sensual, smoky promise.

She snorted. “You obviously lost your mind in Massachusetts.”

He quirked an eyebrow but continued to stare at the swell of her breast over the towel, as if he were trying to unbind the fabric and cause it to fall by sheer force of will. “Maybe so.” He shrugged, and raised his eyes to hers and she swallowed hard at the naked passion and longing she saw there. “I know I’m nearly out of my mind from missing you.”

She closed her eyes, all desire for distance and dignity melting away. She had missed him, too. Oh, so much.

“I need to shower,” Sara mumbled through stiff lips, opening her eyes to look at him.

The look in his eyes had not changed, but a half smile was forming on his lips as he nodded. “I’ll shower with you.”

She gaped at him, incredulously. “What?”

He toed off his shoes. “I’ll shower with you.”

“You’ll…” Sara laughed at the absurdity of his statement. Then saw he had already hung his jacket on one of the hooks and was beginning to unbutton his shirt. “Grissom…Gil, we’re at work.”

“I know. I’ll consider this my lunch break. Technically I wasn’t due back until tomorrow anyway.” His shirt went on a hook, and at the solid sight of his naked back, she could not remember what she had been arguing, much less why. A month without sex two years ago would have been a cakewalk; a month without sex now had been a painful exercise in denial she hoped never to repeat.

“Why…” she absolutely could not believe she was watching Gil Grissom shed his pants in a shower stall at the lab. “Why did you come in? Tonight, I mean, instead of tomorrow?”

He stepped out of his pants and she devoured the sight of his backside clad only in his boxers as he hung the garment on the same hook as his shirt. “You were here.” He turned to face her and all doubt about him being glad to see her was removed by the impressive tenting of his undergarment. “I wasn’t going to wait a minute longer to see you than I had to.” He looked at her a sincere expression on his face. “We don’t have to…” he moved his hand back and forth, towards her, then back towards himself. “…you know. But I want to be with you.” She watched him with wide eyes as he stumbled over his words. “I know, things…we still have some things to talk about…but I…” He looked at her with such a look of want and confusion on his face, she was startled, “I hope you know…I’m not good at…”

She continued to study him, unblinking, unbelieving. Were they really doing this? Standing near naked, both of them aroused, in the shower room at the lab discussing their relationship? This was outrageous, wildly out of character for the Gil Grissom she knew and, truth be told, for her as well.

In that instant, all of her doubts about his feelings for her unfurled from the tight knot in her chest and faded away. If he could do this…here, now, like this…she suddenly understood that she was, without a doubt, the most important thing in his life.

The beating of her heart increased slightly and she felt a bubble of joy rise up in her chest. They were doing this now. And she wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

He continued to push out halting phrases of incomplete thoughts. “I don’t know why…I guess I should have told you…the whole time I was gone, I just…”

She took a step toward him and he stopped talking and swallowed. She cocked her head towards the door. “Is that locked?” He nodded, dumbly. “And the maintenance sign is on the main shower room door?” He nodded again.

She took another step towards him, “So, we don’t have to…” she imitated his gesture from a moment before. “…you know?” There was laughter and heat in her tone.

His eyes widened slightly as he shook his head. One more step and she was right in front of him. She could feel the warmth radiating off of his body, and she sighed at being so close to him. She could smell him…the clean scent of his shower gel and the musky, spicy scent that was him. She inhaled deeply.

She had missed him.

“What if I want to?” In a sudden, calculated move her right hand was in his boxers, fingers wrapped firmly around his erection. He let out a deep moan as his head fell back and cracked against the door.

Concerned, she started to release him, but his hand shot down to cover hers. “God, Sara, don’t stop…I’m fine.”

Assured he was alright, she gave him a sultry smile, as her left hand snaked past the waistband and cupped his balls, eliciting a low groan from him as his eyes slammed shut. “Yes, you are.”

She watched him as she stroked him, loving the play of pleasure and desire across his face. She had almost forgotten how good this was, how good it could be between them, how much she loved turning him on, how much it turned her on.

He opened his eyes as he struggled to even out his breathing. “Sara,” her name was a husky moan from low in his throat. “Kiss me.”

“Yes, dear.” Her mocking words whispered over his mouth and chin as she moved closer, closer, closer to him and ever so lightly brushed her lips against his in the softest of kisses.

He answered with a groan and a plea. “Sara, please…”

“Sara, please, what, Grissom?” She loved when he was this far gone and so little had gotten him here. Her mouth was right there, right next to him, a breath away from his as she continued to stroke him with one hand and began pushing his underwear down with the other. “Why don’t you kiss me?”

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than his arms were wrapped around her, pressing her tightly into him and his mouth was covering hers in an urgent, heated kiss. His tongue was stroking into her mouth, simultaneously coaxing and demanding a response from her.

She felt his hands on her, but only gauged his intent when she felt the cool air against skin that had previously been covered by the towel. Then he was touching her in earnest, one large hand cupping her bottom, the other slipping between them to stroke against her folds. At the first grazing touch against her clit, her head fell back on a moan, allowing him access to her long neck. He licked his way up and kissed his way down, muttering “missed you,” “so wet,” and a dozen other erotic and barely coherent phrases between kisses and licks.

She studied him through half closed lids, enjoying the frissons of pleasure caused by both the rhythm of his hand and the warm wetness of his mouth. When his mouth traveled down and captured a nipple between his lips, she nearly screamed with the powerful pleasure of it.

Each stroke of his hand against her was another step towards release, pulling her closer towards the point of no return. She forced herself to focus. They didn’t have time for her to come now, then come again with him and she wanted her first orgasm after his return to be with his fat cock buried deep inside her, she wanted to come around him as he pounded into her. With a small, frustrated sound she arched away from him and gracefully dropped to her knees.

“God, no, Sara…I won’t last…” He buried his hands in her hair and tilted her head up towards him. “I want you. I want to be in you when I come.”

She met his gaze with a pleading look in her deep brown eyes. “I know, I know…but I, I just need to taste you now…I need to taste you.” And she bent her head towards his bobbing erection as he shuddered and fell back against the door.

She kissed the head with a soft touch of her lips as her left hand moved to cup his balls again as her right hand grasped the base of his shaft. She kissed her way down the length of him, breathing the scent of him in deeply. She kissed and licked his balls, then returned her attention to his shaft. She licked her way from the root to the head again and then engulfed him in her mouth.

“Gah…” His fists crashed against the wood of the door rattling it in the frame and she noted how the muscles in his thighs trembled as she sucked him. “Stop. Stop, now, Sara!” He pushed against her forehead and pulled back simultaneously and his straining erection bounced free with an audible pop. “Shower…now,” he panted.

She stood and quickly made her way into the shower stall, stepping under the water, quickly running her head under the flowing stream and scrubbing a hand over her face, to, hopefully, remove the worst of the grime from her cheeks and forehead.

He stood in the doorway watching her, watching the water cascade over her shoulders and down her breasts, aware of his scrutiny she ran one hand down her chest and caressed a nipple, while her other hand slid down her stomach and long, clever fingers slid between her folds. She touched her clit and panted out a whimper, causing Grissom to breathe out, “Jesus, Sara, I need you,” as he approached her through the spray of water.

She turned, bent and braced herself against the tiled wall, offering him a pertly turned up ass. “No,” he rasped.

Sara eyed him over her shoulder with a cocked eyebrow. “No?”

“I haven’t made love to you in a month.” He shook his head. “I need to see your face when I make you come.” He pulled her wet naked body against his wet naked body, hugged her briefly against him, then turned her and pressed her back against the wall, plundering her mouth again in a searing kiss.

He continued kissing her, his tongue stroking against the inside of her mouth, dueling with her tongue, lips pressing against and over hers in a kiss that was a full engulfment. He put his hands beneath her ass and lifted her up.

She broke the kiss and gasped out, “Your knees.”

The head of his cock was rubbing against her in a delicious tease of movement. “I don’t give a damn if I never walk again.” He growled roughly as he pressed against her. “Put me in.”

Reaching between them she grasped him firmly and brought him to her opening, relaxing down onto him slightly. He felt the head go in and he arched up at the same time he pulled her down, impaling her on him.

He resumed kissing her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She wound one arm around his shoulder and kept her other hand between them, stroking her clit in time with his rhythmic thrusts.

She had forgotten how this felt. He was so hot, like a human radiator; his cock was a thick push of heat into her own slick warmth. He filled her, stretched her, rocked her. Nothing in her life ever felt as good as he did inside of her. She wanted to cry, wanted to weep at the breathtaking feel of him pushing into her, sliding into her, slamming into her over and over again.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes as he continued to thrust into her. She couldn’t tell any more what was water and what was sweat, wasn’t sure which were his groans and which were hers or if it was her panting breath filling her ears or his.

“Feel so good,” he grunted. “So good.”

She ground herself against him as he picked up the pace of his plunges. She felt herself reach the point where orgasm had moved from possibility to inevitability. Sara moved both arms to grasp his shoulders, allowing him full access to push into her, push her over the edge. “Fuck me,” she hissed, balanced on the brink, ready to fall, just another press, just another touch.

He pounded into her and rubbed against her again and again and there, yes, yes, right there and she was tumbling over the edge of her orgasm, muscles contracting, body straining to deepen, lengthen the contact, blossoming, then exploding through her entire body.

“Good, Sara,” he ground out. “So good, gonna come, so good.”

Her clenching muscles caused Grissom’s teeth to clench and his balls to tighten. He arched into her in sloppy, frenetic thrusts until he felt himself begin to shoot into her and he clutched her to him arching himself into her, pulling her down hard on him, grunting out his orgasm in the crook of her neck.

It took a minute to come back to reality. Slowly, she unwrapped her legs and lowered them back to the floor; the movement caused him to slip out of her, eliciting a hiss from her.

He kept his arms around her and she rested her head against his shoulder, pressing a kiss there. His breath was slowly returning to normal, he wasn’t sure his heart rate would ever be normal again. “I need to tell you something,” he mumbled.

“OK,” she sighed, pressing her cheek into him.

“I know this isn’t the best time…but I don’t know of any time that’s…” He cleared his throat. “They say you should never tell a woman you love her for the first time during sex or when you want to have sex, because it’s not believable.”

She didn’t move from where she was cradled against him, but her eyes widened as she listen to him.

“The thing is, I don’t think…” He paused and then stumbled on hurriedly. “Any time I’m not having sex with you, I want to be having sex with you and so, I thought, even though I want to have sex with you again, right now, I couldn’t…so, this seems like the best time to tell you…” He touched her face and she raised her wide-eyed gaze to his. “I love you, Sara…I have for years.” He bent and kissed her lips tenderly. “Love you.”

Sara felt her heart squeeze and a flurry of butterflies flit through her stomach. She wound her arms around his neck as he reached up to wipe the tear that had suddenly appeared in her eye and rolled down her cheek. “We still need to talk. You know that, right?”

He bit his lip and nodded, then he kissed her again. “Yeah, I know.”

“I love you, too.”

He hugged her to him, fiercely. “Thank god.”

Another kiss and they broke apart. Grissom quickly showered off, avoiding wetting his hair more than it already was to minimize questions. He was dressed and heading back to his office as she was shampooing her hair for the second time. He studied her for a minute before forcing himself to turn towards the door.

“I’ll take the maintenance sign off the door,” he said, just to linger for another few seconds.

She laughed. “Yeah, that would be good.”

He smiled at the sound of her laughter. “So, I’ll see you later?”

She moved her head from under the stream of water and blew him a kiss. “Yeah, you will.”

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