Date: August 2006
Title: Hair Razing Day
Disclaimer: Don’t own it… I just like playing
with the characters for fun.
Rating: M for Mature – This means smut
people!
Pairing: GSR
Spoilers: Post Season 6
Summary: Why did Grissom really shave the
beard?
A/N: I blame this on Laura Katherine… She’s the one who put
out the challenge and it was all I could think of last night.
Hair Razing Day
It had
been an unusually long shift and Sara ended up working well into the Day Shift time
slot in order to get to a workable closing point on her case. She had worked
solo last night because of the volume of cases, and unfortunately she had drawn
the most frustrating one. It was an officer involved shooting, and there were a
lot of shots fired that she had to retrieve. The only reason she had even
gotten done at all was because Greg had finished up his case early and came out
to give her a hand.
By the
time Greg showed up, she was already on her hands and knees digging through the
brush for shell casings. She had slipped into the coveralls just before he got
there and taken off her jacket and scarf to deal with the heat from the rising
sun. She was hot and sweaty and grimy when he got there, but he still managed
to pull off the attentive puppy dog look for her when he got there. If nothing
else, Greg Sanders was always good for her ego.
As she
was finishing up at the scene, he got called into the lab for something on his
own case. As a result, she was left to seal up the evidence boxes and haul them
back to the lab herself.
Once
everything was logged and the casings turned into Ballistics, Sara slowly
trudged out to her car to make the trek home. All she wanted was to get home,
take a nice, hot shower and then crawl into bed. So focused on her goal, she
never noticed the quiet chitter of the office staff
as she exited the building.
When she
pulled into her parking place at home she saw that the papers were in the
bushes. She was going to have to call the service again and complain, again. She
had trouble understanding why it was such a hard concept to make sure the
papers made it into the breezeway and not into the bushes where the sprinklers
would ruin them in the morning. She grabbed up the sopping paper pulp and
walked it over to the trash can sitting inside the breezeway with a disgusted
look on her face.
She
brushed her hands off on the coveralls to get the water off of them, because
nothing was going to help with the grime except a good, hot shower. Putting her
key in the lock, she crunched her finger when the lock stuck halfway through
the turn, again. She was going to have to call the locksmith to get it fixed
herself. All in all, Sara decided this was obviously just not her day.
As she
walked in, she dumped her jacket and purse onto the table, not even bothering
with being tidy. She was in no mood for cleaning anything other than herself at
the moment.
She
shuffled through the house, barely able to lift her feet anymore, Sara was just
plain exhausted. But, as she neared the bathroom she could hear the water
running. This was just not her day.
“Giiii-iiiiil! You better not have used all the
hot water!” She put her hand on the doorknob and found that it was locked.
“Gil? Are you in there?”
From the
other side of the locked door, she heard his slightly muffled reply. “Be out in
a few minutes.”
“But I
want to get this crud off of me now.” Sara was a little surprised by the whine
that came out of her throat with that statement. It only confirmed her
suspicions that she was completely spent.
“Just a
minute,” was the only response she got.
Sara
leaned her forehead against the bathroom door and stamped her foot into the
bottom of it somewhat softly. “Why is the door locked?”
Her
answer came when she heard the lock disengage and the door opened, setting her
a little off-balance from her leaning position. But nothing set her more
off-balance than the sight her eyes beheld as she looked up into his face.
“What did you do?!”
“I
shaved.” Grissom’s face was completely smooth, revealing that dimpled chin she
had first seen all those years ago in that lecture hall at
“No shit!
Why?!” Unconsciously, her hand immediately went to his
cheek to verify with her touch that which her eyes had told her.
“I needed
to make a change.” His answer was not only vague, but it was not the whole
truth.
“Okay…”
Her hand was now stroking the baby smooth skin of his cheek and along his shorn
jaw. “Now, really… Why did you shave?”
He
reached up to her hand, and pulled it away from his jaw and was about to bring
it to his lips to kiss when he saw what they looked like. “You need to get
cleaned up.”
“You’re
avoiding the question.” His eyes dropped. At first she thought they had dropped
to the floor, but then she realized they were actually trained on the side of
her neck. “What? I know, I’m filthy right now, but-” She was reaching up to
wipe whatever it was off of her neck with her hand, except that he intercepted
her hand.
“”Don’t…
You’ll get it infected.” His voice was filled with concern, but she did not
understand what he was talking about. He ran the back of his finger over the
spot he had been looking at and she felt just how raw the skin was there. That
was when she realized what he was referring to; a little patch of beard burn
from a little impassioned display the day before.
“Is that
why you shaved?” She waited for him to look away from her neck and into her
eyes. When she looked into those deep blue eyes she saw shame, mixed in with
the pain. She hated seeing that in his eyes, and her arms automatically went
around his neck. “It’s not bad… It’ll be gone tomorrow, honest. Besides, if it
bothered me, don’t you think I would have said something?”
He looked
down to the floor that time and murmured, “You didn’t have to.”
She tried
not to smile broadly, for fear it would bruise his already sensitive ego. “What
do you mean?”
When he
looked up again, she saw even more hurt in those loving eyes as he blurted out.
“Sara, do you really think no one has noticed that you keep wearing scarves all
the time?! It’s summer for Christ’s sake!”
Suddenly
it hit her: someone must have made a comment in front of him at the lab. That
was also when she realized that she had taken off her scarf earlier at the
crime scene, and the coveralls did not cover her neck, at all. Damn it, Greg! When she got to work that
night, she was going to beat him.
“I’m
sorry… I shouldn’t h-” He stopped her from saying anything else by putting a
finger over her lips.
“No… It’s
done, and I should have done it the first time I noticed what was happening.”
He shook his head a moment and then laid a chaste kiss upon her lips. “There is
no room for pride right now, and keeping the beard was a matter of pride.”
“Pride,
huh?” Her right hand moved from the back of his neck to his cheek again.
His arms
moved their way around her waist as she continued to stroke the skin of his
face. “Yes… I was trying to hide my extra chin.”
She
tilted her head to the side, looking at the underside of his jaw, scrunching up
her brow as she regarded the item in question. “What extra chin?”
“The one that has mostly disappeared thanks to a better quality of
life.” His
eyes seemed to have lost the pain and hurt and shame. Now they looked to be
filling with another emotion she knew all too well.
She moved
in closer to his face, until she could feel his breath on her own face. “I just
had an interesting thought.”
There was
barely a hair’s breadth of space between them when he asked, “What’s that?” The
words were practically rumbled over her lips as he spoke them.
She
regarded him with a positively feral smile as she nearly whispered, “I’ve never
kissed a smooth faced Grissom before.”
“Well,
there’s only one thing to do to fix th-” Her lips
pressed into his, silencing the last of his words. It was not long before their
crushing lips parted and they continued to deepen the kiss. His hands
automatically began to roam over her back, with one moving to grasp the back of
her neck, while the other found its way to the zipper of her coveralls.
When her
mouth finally released its death grip on his she had managed to suck his bottom
lip into her mouth which then came out with a resounding pop. The sensation of
that release and the sudden availability of added oxygen caused Gil to stay his
hands and gasp for air. But when he felt her tongue begin to trail down the
center of his bare chin all ability to think or breathe disappeared. His
desperation for air only increased when she continued to drag her tongue along
the underside of his chin all the way to his neck, before kissing her way back
to his chin.
However,
when she drew the tip of his smooth chin into her mouth his whole body came
alive with the ripples of pleasure that washed through him. It took him nearly
a minute to realize she had pulled away and was staring at him with a dangerous
smile on her face. She looked down to where his hand had halted its progress
halfway down and she slowly dragged her eyes back to his and asked, “Aren’t you
going to finish?”
“Huh?”
His stupor was broken by her laughter. He looked down at his hand and realized
what she was talking about. “Oh yeah… Sorry, I got a little…distracted.” As the
blush filled his newly shorn cheeks he finished working the zipper to the
bottom and then pushed the coveralls off of her shoulders. Seeing the red and
raw mark extending from the side of her neck, down to her right shoulder he
paused and ran a finger along the angry patch of skin. “I really wish you had
said something.” His voice was nearly reverent enough for a prayer and the
gentle kiss he laid there made her silently thank whatever deity he was praying
to for his lips.
The
feeling of the bare skin of his face against her shoulder was a strange one,
but she found that she was enjoying the exploration. Her hands had moved to his
waist and dug out the tail of his shirt with one tug. When they made their way
to the front and the button of his pants he whispered into her ear, “I take it
you want some company?”
She
laughed her answer of, “After the last ten minutes… I think you’ve gotten a
little dirty.” He looked down at his once white linen shirt and understood what
she was talking about.
“Hmmmm… I wonder how that
happened?” He reached behind himself and pulled the
shirt up over his back and then removed it completely, tossing it onto the
hamper in the corner.
In no
time flat they were both naked and pressed into the shower wall, fumbling with
the water handles. Feeling the heat, despite the slowly warming water, between
them Gil remembered exactly how the mark on her neck had been created in a
similar scene the morning before. There were simply times when just being near
each other was enough to make him lose control. The only thing that saved him
was his complete and total trust in Sara.
He had
spent years worrying about those feelings of desperation when it came to her
and, in the end, his worry had all been for naught. She was more than willing
to hold onto him as he released that tightly held control on his passions. She
was the rock upon which his entire foundation now rested, and that fact only
made him love her all the more. He only wished he could share that fact with
everyone, but for now, they still had each other. And that was far more than he
ever thought possible.
His thoughts
only drove him to worship her skin all the more as they did that special dance
there under the water. His lips covered every scrap of skin they could reach,
touching each freckle, each curve, each dip, exploring the area with the new
feeling of her flesh pressed directly into his flesh.
He had
almost forgotten there was flesh beneath those whiskers, behind his shield. His
beard was more than pride or vanity; it was a physical boundary between him and
the rest of the world. He had grown comfortable behind the barrier of his
hearing, and once it was restored he needed something to help him keep his
distance from the world; from Sara. It never really worked. Sara was much
stronger than the hair on his chin, or any other obstacle he tried to place in her
path. She had always possessed the keys to his heart, and merely waited until
he let her near enough to use them.
Feeling
her hand wrap around him, he knew the time for any further thought had passed.
With the steaming water crashing down on them, he pressed his body to hers, and
hers into the wall of the shower. She knew what was next, as she drew her left
leg up the back of his calf, along his thigh and then rested it on his hip,
giving him full and unrestricted access.
As his
mouth continued to assault hers, his right hand trailed down her shoulder,
along the outer edge of her breast, tickling over each rib, smoothing out over
her waist, traced the edge of her hip to then dip inside to the junction of her
thighs. Her breath hitched as he made that first exploratory prying of the
folds, but he had to struggle with his grasp of her torso when his thumb found
that delicate nub.
They were
both quickly becoming breathless as they stroked one another into a heightened
state of arousal: her slender fingers wrapped around his length, slowly pumping
him into total hardness, while his thick fingers stroked and explored her
folds, plunging in to test her readiness. As she began to clamp down on his
fingers, he felt his own need become overpowering and he dropped both his hands
to rest just below the swell of her ass. Lifting her higher along the shower
wall, he felt her hand working to guide him into her center and they were
instantaneously joined with a single thrust.
She
gripped his shoulders as though her life depended on them and he buried his
face into the crook of her neck as he began to move inside of her. His bare
chin rubbed into the same space as the day before, but this time the friction
was gone. He could only feel the heat of her flesh against his as he continued
to hold her tightly while he thrust into her over and over.
Just as
he was about to reach his peak, he felt her walls closing around him in
rhythmic waves and he was not able to resist any longer as he went over the
top. Their bodies worked together without conscious thought or action, but
innately carried them through the climax as the water continued to cascade
around them.
Eventually
they made their way from the bathroom to the bed, and as they settled in for a
well deserved, and desperately needed slumber Gil was overcome with curiosity
regarding Sara’s final opinion on the status of his face. When she nuzzled into
the crook of his neck, he had to assume that she approved, but he still needed
confirmation.
“Sara?”
“Mmmmm?”
“Have you
ah, formulated an opinion on the ah, beard?” She
giggled at his question, because it made him sound almost like a teenager.
“Honestly?”
He sighed
at her question. “That would be why I asked.”
“Well…”
She sat up, pressing herself up from his chest so that she could see his face
when she answered, “I’m good either way. They both have their…advantages.” The
lascivious glint in her eyes told him that there would be a return of the beard
in the future.
She snuggled
back down after stealing one last kiss, and then her own curiosity took over.
“So, can I ask why you suddenly
decided to shave? What happened?”
He drew
in a deep breath, raising her up with him as he did and then sighed, “Sanders.”
He could feel her giggling against him, though she did a decent job of muffling
the sound. “Little twerp came in telling anyone that would listen that you
weren’t using the scarves to cover hickeys, but whisker burn… Went on and on
about the possible guys it could be.” Her giggles were becoming uncontrolled
and his blush was rising again. “It’s not funny, Sara! Not when I heard the
girls in reception saying something to the effect that you were probably just
trying to hide from me because of the way I behaved the last time you were
seeing someone. It wasn’t right.”
She
managed to get control of her laughing to ask him, “What do you mean? It’s not
like it’s another guy.”
“That’s
not the point.”
She knew
without a doubt that he was pouting by that time, because she could now see the
underside of his jaw moving. “Fine… Then I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”
She felt
him tense beneath her and had to strain to keep from giving herself away. “What
are you going to do?”
Her smile
was broad and bright as she snuggled in closer and simply said, “You’ll just
have to wait and see,” as she drifted off to sleep and many pleasant dreams.
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The guys
were sitting in the break room waiting for their assignments when Nick finally
looked at his watch and had to make a comment. “Man… It’s almost shift time and
I haven’t seen Sara yet.”
Greg
smirked and said, “Probably got tangled up with her burly boyfriend again.”
“Dude,
you better keep a handle on that… She’s liable to knock your block off for that
crap when she finds out where it’s comin’ from.”
“Nick’s
right, little man… Sara’s not well known for puttin’
up with gossip.” Warrick’s warning was falling on
deaf ears.
Greg
brushed off their warnings with a wave of his hand. “Oh come on, it’s not like
everyone hasn’t been speculating about it for weeks.”
“Speculating
about what, Greg?” Sara was standing dangerously close to him as she asked.
Nick and
Warrick grinned as the color completely left Greg’s face. “Huh?”
She moved
towards the counter to retrieve a cup for her tea. “Oh
Warrick?” Sara appeared to be ignoring Greg entirely as she then headed
for the microwave. “I’m having trouble with my gym, does yours have any
openings?”
Warrick
tried to follow the conversation for the sake of saving Greg’s life, but he had
a sneaking suspicion that it was only a futile effort. “Ah, well, they might,
but it’s a men’s gym.” He saw her scrunch up her brows and asked, “So, what’s
the beef with yours?”
The
microwave beeped and she took her cup from it before turning around to say,
“Cleaning… The place has a real problem cleaning up the equipment.”
Nick
decided to join in the fun, as Greg sat rail straight, hoping to further avoid
Sara’s wrath. “Ya know, Sar…
Gym’s are usually sweaty places. It’s kinda why most people go there.”
Warrick
shook his head, because he figured Nick had no idea what she was talking about.
“No, man… You gotta keep the mats and the bags clean
or you get some nasty infections. Sara’s been teaching that close combat class
for the city.” He turned back to Sara and said, “I can ask the owner if he
knows of any other place. The guy runs a clean joint, and he’s a big shot in
fight circles, so I bet he’s got somethin’. I’ll
check it out for you.”
“Thanks,
Warrick.” She sat down at the table, stirring her mug one last time before
bringing it to her mouth to blow off some of the steam. Then she looked
pointedly at Greg when she said, “I’m getting really tired of finding new ways
to deal with this stupid mat rash.”
Warrick
laughed at her comment, because he knew exactly what she was talking about.
Greg, however, was intrigued. “What’s mat rash?”
Warrick
looked down and thinned his lips when he explained, “It’s what you get from a
place that doesn’t keep up on the cleaning whenever you get a scrape from the
mat, or the bags, or even the gloves.” He looked over at Sara and asked, “I got
some cream if yo-”
“No, I’ve
got that… It’s just keeping the stuff covered part that I keep running into
trouble with.” She put her mug down and then reached up to peel away the scarf
she wore around her neck, exposing the angry red patch of skin along the crook
of her neck. “I mean really, with my skin I can’t use tape without making the
whole thing worse.” Greg’s face went from white to bright red once he watched
her replace the gauze pad and secure it back down with the scarf.
Warrick
and Nick were both laughing as Sara sipped from her mug as Greg tried to
recover from his embarrassment. But the real fun came when Grissom walked in
with the assignments.
“Okay,
we’ve got a slow night, so everyone work off the board…” He turned to stare
directly at Greg when he added, “Except you, Greg… You seem to have a lot of
extra time on your hands lately.” He watched as Greg realized he had been
nailed twice, “You’ve got an
appointment with the supply closet.”
There
were smiles and laughter all around as Greg left the room with his shoulders
slumped mumbling something about, “It was an honest mistake… Who would’ve gone
with mat rash, anyway?”