fraternizing fic: CSI/GSR The Breathings of Your Heart

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TITLE: The Breathings of Your Heart
AUTHOR: viggygirl
FANDOM & PAIRING: CSI Grissom/Sara
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 1,618
PROMPT: Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. William Wordsworth
SUMMARY: An attempt to respond to Grissom's letter gives Sara some interesting results.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, I'm just taking them out for a little spin.
NOTES: This is sort of a mid-ep/post-ep for 722. It ranges from fluff, to angst-lite, to smut. Thanks to princessklutz04 for the beta, as well as consoling me when LJ decided to completely mess with my head. :) Also, my profound apologies to my F-list for having to deal with this thing when it was un-cut and incredibly long. Apparently LJ likes to punish those who try to work past it's snafus.

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Sara looked at the book of Shakespearean sonnets with contempt. After an hour of paging through the poems she was no closer to writing a response to Grissom's letter. It wasn't necessary, considering he wasn't even aware she'd found it. However, she wanted to find some way to let him know she understood, or was attempting to understand where he was coming from.

How he'd managed to find something that could adequately express his feelings was beyond her comprehension. Some sonnets had beautiful phrases or insightful thoughts, but those few appropriate lines were outweighed by lines that wouldn’t fit, or didn't ring true to Sara.

As she closed the book, Sara frowned down at her blank page, Forget finding a sonnet; I can’t even start the letter. She heaved a frustrated sigh and decided to set her notebook and pen aside and began rearranging things in an attempt to find an inch of space on the already cluttered nightstand.

As she was returning the book to its small corner, Grissom walked in.

“No more monster movies?” he asked, before stripping down to his boxers and undershirt.

“Not tonight anyway,” she said.

She was watching him slip between the sheets when a glimpse of something white caught her eye; the envelope.

Grissom noticed it as well and picked it up from the bedspread to examine it. She could see the moment of recognition on his face when he read her name and the beginnings of the address.

“Sara?” Grissom gestured towards her with the envelope obviously surprised and confused.

“I just found it,” she said.

“You read it?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Grissom looked down at the envelope running his fingers over the smudged ink. "I should have sent this to you," he said.

“Yeah, with the cocoon maybe,” she replied, a smirk on her lips.

“I'm sorry.”

“For what?” she asked.

Sara watched him turn to meet her eyes.

“I know we didn't really talk about it... when I left. And when I came back...” Grissom trailed off with a shrug.

“It was business as usual, first Keppler and then the miniature killer, I know,” she said.

Sara tugged the letter from between the pages of her notebook, reading words that were already so familiar to her. She scanned the words and attempted to picture him sitting at his desk, writing it in his strong script.

“Did you mean it?” she asked, still looking down at the letter.

“What? The apology?” Grissom asked, confused.

“What you wrote... missing me... the sonnet...?” she explained.

“Of course Sara. I thought of you every day, every night,” he said.

Grissom dropped the envelope between them, and plucked the letter from her grasp before reaching for her hand. He squeezed it as he considered how to continue.

“I know I didn't call or write nearly enough, but I carried you with me everywhere I went Sara,” he sighed, “What I wrote here, it's all true. I missed you… so much more than I anticipated.”

“Me too,” Sara said.

Sara bumped against his shoulder and squeezed his hand before she let it go to retrieve the letter. Handing it to him, “Read it to me?” she asked.

Grissom took the paper with a look of apprehension and pulled her close. Sara rested her head on his shoulder and followed along as Grissom read the words he’d penned months ago.

Sara released a small sigh as she snuggled closer. “You should read me sonnets more often,” she murmured.

“I wouldn't mind listening to your dulcet tones reading to me either,” Grissom said smiling down at her.

“I only have a few sonnets memorized, none of them Shakespearean,” she replied.

“Memorized? Really?” Grissom asked.

Sara’s mind raced as she tried to remember a few appropriate lines.

“Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll
The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear,
To love me also in silence with thy soul.” she quoted.

“Browning?” Grissom asked.

“Yeah,” she answered.

As Grissom refolded the letter, Sara considered the lines she’d recited. The last line echoed through her thoughts, and she realized how easily it could be applied to Grissom.

Loving me in silence with your soul. That’s how you do it Griss, she thought.

“Apparently I was looking in the wrong book,” she muttered.

Grissom shot her a confused look before he slid the letter back into the envelope and placed it on his nightstand.

“Hey, that's mine now.” Sara sat up to reach around Grissom straddling his lap as she snatched the letter from its resting place.

“I didn't really mean for you to have it Sara,” Grissom said.

“Well, despite you're intentions I've read it, so I'd say it's mine,” she replied with a smirk.

Before Grissom could object, she leaned over and tucked the envelope into her notebook, and then slid it into her nightstand drawer.

“See? Mine.” Sara said as she settled on his thighs.

“It’s just a piece of paper Sara, why do you want it?” he asked.

“A memento... a reminder...” she murmured as she leaned forward to brush a light kiss against his lips.

“I’m sure I could write you a better love letter,” he said.

Sara laughed at Grissom's wistful tone and raised her hands to cup his face. She waited for him to meet her gaze before she spoke.

“I’m sure any others would be beautiful, filled with every feeling in your heart.”

She pulled him into a warm embrace, relishing the feeling of his arms around her. She could feel his heartbeat, so close to her own.

Grissom nuzzled against her neck and pressed feather-light kisses to her throat as he worked his way to her mouth. When he captured her lips he felt her tongue slip inside to tangle with his own. The kiss seemed to expand as his hands grasped Sara's hips and pulled her to rest against the growing bulge in his boxers.

As Sara ground herself against him, Grissom's hands moved up her back. He bade Sara to lift her arms and pulled the shirt from her lithe form tossing it aside. They continued kissing while his hands roamed over the exposed skin before stilling to hover below her breasts. He moved to cup the soft mounds through the fabric of her bra, eliciting a moan as his thumbs teased over her nipples. Grissom's lips moved down the smooth column of her throat before trailing kisses across her collarbones. Reaching around, he worked open the catch on her bra and kissed her skin as he began to slide the straps slowly down her shoulders.

In return, Sara tugged at Grissom's shirt until he divested the article of clothing. Before he could move to her breasts Sara was pressing into him, eager for the tactile sensation of skin on skin as her nipples rubbed against his chest. She captured his lips with a sigh as his hands slid over her back, holding her against him.

Grissom rolled pressing Sara into the bed and holding himself above her. Sara ran her hands up his arms to pull at his shoulders in an attempt to bring him closer. He shook his head with a mischievous smile and instead ducked his head to take a nipple between his lips. He laved the crest with his tongue, the pleasurable nips and tugs causing her to sigh and moan.

Caressing the smooth skin of her torso he stopped at her jeans to pull at the button and slide the zipper down. He tugged at them until Sara lifted her hips from the bed. Grissom eased the jeans -along with her panties- down her hips and with a few ungraceful kicks Sara removed them completely.

“Those off- now,” she said nodding towards his boxers.

With no barriers between them, Sara pulled at Grissom until he rested in the cradle of her thighs and the hard warmth of his cock slid through her slick cleft to bump at her clitoris.

“Mmmgrissummm,” she sighed.

Grissom lifted his hips and Sara reached down to stroke his hard length bringing the head to her core. He slid into her slowly, sighing at the wet heat surrounding his member. When she relaxed he began to move against her and let their rhythm build up. His hand slipped between them and his fingers circled her clit to press the swollen bud in time with his movements.

“Griss- GODyes!” she groaned rocking faster against him.

After a hard, quick press against her clit Grissom felt Sara's muscles flutter around him, moaning through her climax. Her hands slid through the light sheen of sweat on his chest, gliding up to his neck to pull him towards her. She lifted her mouth to his, nipping at his bottom lip before sliding her tongue into his mouth while he continued to thrust.

She sighed into his mouth, hitching her hips to encourage him to move faster as Grissom pressed into her with renewed fervor. Sara's hands moved over his back, sliding through the sweat to find purchase as she dug her short nails into his skin. Grissom dropped his head to the crook of her neck stroking faster, harder. As Sara tightened her legs around his waist, her walls began to clamp down on him again.

“SaracomingGodSara!” Grissom's groaned, and punctuated his words with a few more erratic thrusts.

He collapsed, boneless on top of her. Sara stroked his back as brushing soft kisses on the side of his neck and shoulder. After a while Grissom pulled away, rolling to his side to spoon against her.

“I love you Sara,” he whispered.

A smile played across her lips before she answered, “That's all I ever needed to hear.”