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What Happens in Vegas ... Chapters 18 and 19:)

End GSR week gave me-itis and I finished writing chapter 18, but wanted more ... and wrote the 19. The latter is completely out of control. I should not be in the story, but Buee ... and I'm just having fun ... up for fun ... and other things, as they say in a forum there, heh, heh, heh.

I could not go to FF.net, I do not know why, so leave it here in the meantime.

Ah! and sramulder owe me an answer: D I'll wait until you have more time. Good luck in everything and I hope 8x04 spoiler you have uploaded the mood ... s good to everyone, actually ... how cute gift "early" Christmas, these two ... ♥

Disclaimer: Not even the GSR is mine? Damn! Will there be the rights of the GSR? I want a lawyer now.

NA : cortito a gift, since he had nothing for months. And I'm good, I give them a 2x1:) so I will not forget. The next capital is a surprise too;)

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Young said the safety bar on his shoulders and continued with the rear seats. Were in the first wagon. Sara was very nervous. It was not the first time he climbed on a roller coaster, but it was the first time I was at 280 feet above Las Vegas. What if he let go a screw? Something he had learned in his profession was that Murphy's Law when you least expect it worked. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

A Grissom does not go unnoticed by this gesture and glanced at her.

- You right? If you want we got.

- No. I'm fine. Just ... - but could not continue because the car started to move, without any warning.

He took her hand and smiled, encouraging them to settle down and enjoy the moment. She smiled back, but just a moment. No thought he had so much fear of a silly game. Grissom squeezed her hand with great force.

When it was over, he put his other hand over hers, who squeezed his.

- Sara, you can stop blood from flowing through my hands. - Smiled playfully.

She blushed

- Sorry, I ...

- Okay. You should not have gone if you were afraid. It was not necessary.

- I was afraid, Grissom!

- were with her eyes closed all the time!

- And do not assume that you were looking at the scenery? - It was her turn to smile maliciously.

- Estee ...

- Attention! - Said the speaker, are asked to passengers down from the wagon. ***

- Thanks - Grissom took the two ice cream cones and handed one to Sarah. She took hers and caressed by a second finger.

- What is your favorite flavor? - He asked as they walked toward the exit of the park.

- What do you think?

- The truth is I do not know.

- But try to guess.

- If I start listing all the flavors in alphabetical order can we get home before it can guess.

- But, Gil! I mean, think about what I like to me. A hunch or something.

He stared at her confused. She continued.

- For example, I can guess your favorite flavor is Vanilla.

- No.

- Limón.

- No.

- Mokka.

- Sara ...

No.

- Chocolate.

- ... we may well all afternoon - he said impatiently while she was naming flavors.

- Strawberry.

He shook his head.

- Menta.

Grissom looked into his eyes intently. Lowering his voice, she continued her tirade.

- Chestnuts?

He does not bother to respond. He continued directing his penetrating vision while licking her ice cream.

- Mango.

suddenly embraced her with his free hand and pulled her close, until they were only a few millimeters face to face. Sara was startled but did not get rid of her embrace. He felt his breath on her face.

He closed the distance with a kiss.

Her lips were cold at first. Mild, but cold. And when the intensity of the kiss increased, he could feel his warm tongue, causing him to shiver. A pleasant chill. The kiss was passionate and yet slow. Both felt the sweet taste of another in his mouth and both wanted it to never end. Their ice cream melted, but that did not matter.

When they could not breathe, they separated. Grissom, still licking lips, staring at Sara. He said.

- You. My favorite flavor you, Sara.

Coming from anyone else that might have sounded like a cheap phrase to woo a girl in a bar. But not Grissom. He was not well and she knew very well that if he said it was because he actually was born from the heart.

Sara looked down at the floor.

- Grissom ... I ... I want ... I want to clarify I'm not your girlfriend, like you said before.

He frowned worried. She continued.

- No ... do not get me wrong, but I think I need time.

- Sara ... Is something wrong?

- is that ... Grissom ... I do not want this to become a problem.

- Why should it be?

- Have not you been yet?

- Tell me the truth ... what you think. Sara

missed a moment. He waited patiently.

- I do not know if I am capable of loving. I am not nor will I be what you want it to be.

- No matter what I want to be. It only matters who you want to be you.

She gave him a grateful look. Continued sadly.

- The truth is I do not know.

- Sara, if the work, we can face this together. Ecklie ...

- I do not know if I want to face it together. Do not even know if I want to ...

- Oh! I see.

- No! You do not understand. Grissom, I want to be with you. I really did. But sometimes I do not know why I have so much fear of ...

The words were suspended in the air. Grissom forced it to end.

- What? Sara

dejected sigh.

- From me. To screw it up. Of losing.

He stared in surprise. Never thought those words would come out of his mouth. I always thought it was he who uttered them.

- Sara ... - he thought what he was going to say. I did not want her away. Not now.

But she is always ahead. Especially if the break was long.

- Okay, Grissom. I think I should go home. It was a beautiful day - gave him a smile with the sad eyes - and a beautiful weekend.

- Sara, wait! - Took her arm as she began to turn around "I know you're not my girlfriend. I do not want to pressure you, but I can not stay away from me, either. I do not want you to go home and think you do not deserve to be happy. I do not want to think this means nothing to me. Cost me a lot back a step backwards now. Please let me at least, to clarify this.

Grissom had never spoken like that. Neither she nor anyone. Sara looked into his eyes and saw the terror in them. Genuine fear. She was going to do just what she most feared, abandon it.

- I do not understand - she confessed with sorrow.

- No! But I want to. No matter how much they take, I understand you.

Sara, with her eyes fixed on the floor, sat on the nearest bench. He opened his mouth to say something, but repented. Returning to the determination spoke.

- Why hurt those you love most?

Grissom sat

beside her, looking with compassion contained. Sara continued.

- Do you think that when my parents were married, ever thought that everything would end well?

- Can not think of the future when this stands.

- Bradshaw?

- Sanders.

Sara opened her eyes in surprise.

- Greg said that?

He nodded.

disappeared

Another moment in time.

- How I can rely on another person do not even know if I can trust myself?

- I trust you.

held out his hand. She took it and stood up.

- not enough - he whispered more to himself than to Grissom, as they walked home. He listened but said nothing.

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TBC

Disclaimer: Nothing here, nothing there and no rights ... KA

NA : Ok, I ran a hand with this. I do not know what bug bit me, but I wanted to make a pitch subidita capital. Warning: this chapter may cause rapid heartbeat, dizziness and fainting. Read with caution. Only for over 18 years, ie NC-17 . Hope you enjoy it;)

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Sara's head was supported Grissom's chest as the two watched a movie lying on the bed. The truth was that he did not pay much attention to television. Rather, they talked.

- Do you believe in fate, Griss?

He slid a hand on her head, tenderly.

- No, Sara.

She took his hand and carried it to his mouth. She kissed her fingertips.

- I'm surprised someone who reads Shakespeare with such devotion Why not?

- Because I believe that everyone is master of his own life. If you hurt, it is because you wish. You can not blame the destination when the acting consciousness.

- But sometimes it is in the genes, you know? As psychopaths.

- in this case is biology and not the destination that determines your action.

- However, one is not free of all How to know if we will not repeat the mistakes of our parents?

Suddenly Grissom's face became serious. Him with those eyes filled with a blue fire reverberated from his soul. He knew how early and how childhood was over it. Pressed with his body to give it strength. He did not stop her.

- Sara - his name sounded like a promise on his lips - do you trust me?

For answer, she could only nod.

- Tie me to the bed - ordered.

Sara frowned as if he had told a joke that did not understand. Seeing that he was firm in his resolution, shook his head.

- Grissom, what diab ...

- trust me, yes or no!

- Yes, but ...

- Just do it. - Could not resist his dark eyes stormy seas - the dolls on the back.

obeyed his mandate. I was hypnotized. Although not understand their reasons, preferred not to discuss. In the end, experiments were always teaching. And if they were in bed ...

Once tied, Grissom found that the bonds were firm. He smiled with pleasure.

- Looks like you've done this before, huh?

Without giving him time to protest, followed

- Sell me your eyes.

Sara, and in tune with the mood of it, did not question his orders. He took a handkerchief and wrapped it carefully placed it on his eyes, tying it behind his head. There was something strange but appealing in seeing Grissom on the bed completely helpless at the mercy of it.

- undress me - he said with a deep voice, barely audible.

She sat on his lap and began to unbutton his shirt.

Sara was not sure what I was feeling. On the one hand, it caused enormous distress to see Grissom in the circumstances. If it was she who was in those conditions, he could not keep quiet, as he was almost effortless.

Moreover, excited him to have control of the situation. If only an illusion, since it was he who really Case held the reins of way? No idea, but accepted their requests as the star pupil of yesteryear.

unbutton

When finished garment, he realized that he could not get it out unless you come back to tie and untie.

- Grissom, I have to ...

- Cut. With a knife. Cut the shirt.

- But it is going to ruin.

- Never mind, Sara. Just obey me.

What do you mean?

Sara

I was more confused than ever. Went to the kitchen and returned with a large knife. With caution, began to cut the shirt, from the sleeves and along the arm. He did the same with the other sleeve. He removed his shirt torn and left naked torso Grissom up. I could see clearly as his chest rose and sank to the rhythm of your breathing as the muscles contracted as he felt the cold air made contact with the skin, now that the fabric did not protect him. So soft. So vulnerable. So weak.

- Now, Sara, listen to me ... take the knife and kill me.

She laughed.

- What?! Gil, you turned it ...

He remained serious.

- Do it!

Almost cried.

Sara had stopped laughing.

- I will not! Just do not ...

- I said so!

- I can not!

- Yes, you can only empúñalo and bury in my chest! - Now they shouted.

- Grissom! What the hell is wrong with you!

- DO IT, dammit! - Shouted at full volume, with all the rage as possible, his face red after the band. Sara

threw the knife away and got out of bed angry. Tears of rage rolling down her cheeks.

- I do not know what the hell you want from me, Grissom. Do not know what sick ... perverse game are you playing here. But I've had enough.

He headed for the door but could not continue. He collapsed there and supported above the threshold set to mourn in silence, that he would not notice how vulnerable it was. So weak.

- Sara ...

not answered.

- Sara ...

Silence.

- Sara, please do not cry.

had not heard, had sense mourn. As an echo of sadness in his chest.

- You're a good person, Sara. And you'll never be like your parents. Never. Because you know better than anyone what is the suffering of others. But please do not cry anymore. That ...

Is that what it was? A test of self-confidence? In what the future would be different? Was all this necessary?

- Grissom, why ...

- There was no other way, Sara. It was the only way ...

- What if I had done?

- I told you I trusted you. I knew you would not - he smiled.

passed a couple of minutes.

- Are you feeling better? - He asked

- No, not really.

- No?

- No.

- Sorry, Sarah. If you untie me ...

- No.

Silence.

- No?

- No.

- Do you think me and the rest of the day?

- No.

- No?

- No.

- So what pret ...

But he stopped mid-sentence. Sarah was unbuttoning pants.

- Oh! - Was the exclamation of bewilderment and delight of it.

Sara left him completely naked and with eyes still blindfolded. He's breathing quickened, expectantly.

I'll pay, Gilbert Grissom.

She kissed his shoulder, which immediately caused a shudder. Had not anticipated his lips perch somewhere in your body. And now that I expected, did not know when or where. Began to shake.

She kissed him, this Once on the stomach. Her muscles contracted in response.

- Oooh! - Let out a groan of pleasure.

Sara laughed. It was so easy.

He had an idea. Since we were at it, decided to go to the kitchen and get something else.

Grissom could only hear the comings and goings of her. What is up?

After a few moments, he heard back to the room. A few seconds passed and then felt something liquid and ice cream on his chest. He started to touch. But he felt Sara's tongue on her skin, could not help moan.

- Oooh, Sarah, what you do!

Unexpectedly, received a kiss. A sweet kiss. A chocolate kiss.

- chocolate sauce? - Asked him licking his lips.

- Hey, if we are creative today, why not.

- Why not ... - he was lost in the ecstasy that produced all these feelings. Her hand on his arm. Its not so long fingernails digging into his flesh to strength, with desire, her fingertips gliding slowly for your torso, so mild that tickled. He felt her lips on his neck, which caused the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and put his skin was rough and sensitive. It was enjoying. So much so that he could not repress a sigh.

- You like? - She whispered in his ear letting his warm breath to rest on him.

He nodded as an obedient boy. Sara bit her earlobe gently. Grissom pursed his lips and pressed hard. Do not know if tied endure long. He wanted with all his being. Her in his arms and love her to lose consciousness.

- Sara, untie me, please!

But aggressive response was a kiss. Invasive. Passionately violent. He responded the same way. And did not understand if it was a kiss or whether they were biting each other.

- Sara! - Grissom panting - Sara, let me love you!

She placed her palm on his cheek.

- Feel the love.

completely undressed. Now both were equal, except for the fact that he was handcuffed and blindfolded.

Grissom hugged Sara. The warmth of it adhered to its body frozen skin like a magnet. He could feel full. From his mouth close to hers, his hair on his neck, her small, hard nipples on his chest, until her sex on her and their legs intertwined. He had never felt so pleasantly helpless, so useless, like now. But I had no choice but to submit to your sweet punishment. After all, he deserved it.

She broke the kiss to draw an imaginary line from her lips to his chin, then her neck and chest to get to her stomach and navel. Grissom felt her smile on his abdomen. Without even asking, she said.

- I see you happy. A lot.

And before he could even blush, took his erection with his hand and began stroking. At first slowly, then speed things up.

He frowned and panting through clenched teeth faster and faster. Began to sweat and held her breath every so often to let out an occasional grunt of delight.

- Sara, please, no more! ... Basta! ... You're driving me crazy! ... Untie me!

- Hum-hummmm - was his refusal cross - is my revenge.

- Oh God, Saraaa! What hacesss!

She had replaced her hand over her lips and licked his cock now with devotion. I was beating inside his mouth. Grissom knew that he lacked a lot. I glanced up as he sucked down with increasing frenzy.

He threw his head back and can not longer hide his delight. Legs straight and stiff, toes forward, bent upon themselves: you could tell he was "suffering."

- Make love, Sara. I want to feel. I want to get inside of you. Now.

She did not hesitate to comply with and sat on it. Let your muscles to adapt to the extreme rigidity of gender, but it was difficult because she was already sufficiently excited. Slowly began to move.

- Ooooh, Sara, I want to kill. Faster. More .. Fast.

She increased the speed. It felt so good. So ... perfect. He thrust his hips to her.

- Sara, I'll get there - his voice is hoarse lost in the groans of her. Everything was out of control. A chaos of bodies locked in a struggle delicious. Madness unleashed passion, or rather attached. Both were on the verge of climax, joined by more than the same body.

- Aaah, Gil, still, do not stop! Do not stop! Gilbert! No ...

- I can not go, Sara! I'm going to ... Oh God! Hummmmmmm ... ah!

Sara felt the pulse of pleasure and kissed him while he was lost in her own orgasm. Shortly after she felt the walls contract and the explosion of joy in their sex spread throughout your body. Wheezed and groaned at the same time. She laid down on it and there was a good time to catch their breath.

- Now I can unleash? - He asked with a hint of desperation and exhaustion.

Sara did not answer. It was for the knife and just cut the ties. Then he lay down on it again. Grissom took off the bandage quickly and hugged her and kissed her with love.

Where were you, Sara, the more you use? When I was lonely and lost? Why did not I tell you before you loved him with every cell of my body? Since I saw you, Sara, from day one ...

was going to say he loved her, but acknowledged in his eyes understanding. No need to tell.

She looked as if he had never seen before. As if he had heard his thoughts. I wanted to mourn, but for the first time in years, wanted to mourn with joy.

He turned and stood over her.

And as if it was not enough, he began to kiss again.

afternoon was dramatically short and when they were exhausted and ready for bed, the alarm clock rang, I had an hour to return to duty. But it was worth it. O joy.

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TBC