Title: Work Ethic

Author: IrishDachsie

Rating: More than likely NC17

Disclaimer: What do I own? The basic idea...that’s it...this is what happens when I’m driving to work at 5:50 am listening to Elton John...*shrug*

Work Ethic

He looked across the table at the young woman sitting on the opposite side. He had asked her to dinner on the pretense of discussing Entomology. More specifically, how entomology related to his chosen profession. However, as he watched her dark eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, he had to ask himself if that was the only reason he had asked her to dinner.

He smiled as she leaned forward, resting her arms on the table as she listened intently to his words. Never before had a woman been so interested in what he had to say about his work. Never before had he had such uncouth thoughts about a student.

Does she even realize what she’s doing to me right now? Probably not…I mean, seriously…we’re discussing bugs and forensics. I’m sure she has no clue as to what her eyes are making me feel. Her eyes. Dear God…look at those eyes. I wonder…is the sparkle only because of our discussion?

I’m sure it has to be…I mean…what would she see in me? She’s beautiful and young…so very young. And…I’m not. I would guess there’s at least 15 years difference in our ages…at least. But still…she is an adult…capable of making her own decisions…

No…no…stop. She’s a student. A student in one of MY seminars. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t have asked her to dinner. I shouldn’t be thinking about how beautiful she is. I shouldn’t be wondering how it would feel to touch her. How it would feel to taste her lips.

He shook his head lightly in an attempt to clear his thoughts. She flashed a bright smile at him and tilted her head slightly. His eyes traveled to the skin on her neck.

I wonder what she tastes like…her skin. Would she hold me close, wrap her arms around me, whisper my name…if I were to kiss her neck? Or…would she just push me away and tell me that it can’t happen? What would she say if I asked her why it couldn’t happen? Would she say that she has a boyfriend? That she finds my profession interesting, but I’m not her type? Or…that I’m too old for her?

“How old are you anyway?”

She smiled and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Twenty-two…why?”

Oh damn! I asked her that out loud? Shit! Nice move, Grissom.

“Oh…uh…just curious.” His skin reddened slightly as she continued to smile at him.

“And…how old are you, Dr. Grissom?”

“Just Grissom…”

She looked confused for a second. “What?”

“You can just call me ‘Grissom’…that’s what most people call me…”

Her smile returned. “Okay…so…how old are you, Griss?”

She called me ‘Griss’? No one’s ever called me that…but…I think I like it. Hell, who am I kidding? She could call me ‘Shithead’ right now and I’d like it. Wait…she asked me a question…dammit. Um…should I just tell her? Why not? Go ahead and get it out in the open.

“I’m…um…I’m 37…”

She licked her lips and took a drink of her iced tea. “I wouldn’t have guessed…”

He studied her carefully for a moment. The sparkle in her eyes continued to shine. “How do you mean?”

She shrugged her shoulders lightly. “I don’t know…I would’ve guessed you were younger than that…”

His fingers wiped the condensation from his glass as he looked down quickly. “Oh…”

“That WAS a compliment, you know?”

He raised his eyes to meet hers. He couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his lips. “So…where are you from, Ms. Sidle?”

“Just Sara…”

“Huh?”

She chuckled lightly. “My name is Sara…I like that much better than Ms. Sidle…”

“Oh…okay…Sara. Where are you from?”

Sara…such a beautiful name. Sara Sidle. Yes…a very nice name.

“Tamales Bay, California. My parents own a B&B there…”

Parents. Dear God. I didn’t even think about her parents. What would THEY think of me sitting here thinking these thoughts about their daughter? Well…they’d probably think I was just…not right. I mean…I was right. There’s 15 years difference. What would I do if a 37 year old man was making a play on my 22 year old daughter?

I’d kill him…

Shit.

“What?”

She grinned at him. “Lost in thought there, Griss?”

“Oh…yeah, I guess so. I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was just wondering where you’re from…”

“Oh…California originally…”

She nodded slowly. “Any specific city in California? Or…just California?”

He chuckled, shaking his head at his vagueness. “I was born in Santa Monica…grew up in Marina Del Rey…”

“And…now you’re in Vegas?”

He nodded, smiling brightly at her. “Yeah…Las Vegas…a lot of work to keep me busy there…”

She glanced down at his hand. “Too much work for a wife?”

What? Is she…no…she’s not…she didn’t say that…

“What?”

She gave him a small smile and gestured towards his left hand. “No ring…”

She did say that…would that be considered flirting?

“No…no wife…”

“I would wonder if you just took your ring off…but…you live in Vegas…”

It was Grissom’s turn to be completely confused. “Excuse me?”

“Well…Vegas…sun…no tan lines where a ring would be if you normally wore one…” She diverted her eyes from his gaze.

He cleared his throat softly. “Maybe you should think about a career in forensics…”

What the hell am I doing? I can’t let this go any further…I just…I can’t. If it goes much further…well…I know where it’ll end.

“Maybe I will…if I could work under you…”

Under me? Oh god. Under…me…

Stop it Gil…stop…she’s talking about actual work…not…not that…

Noticing his silence, she turned her eyes towards the window. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said that…”

His hands ached to take hold of her. To pull her into his arms. But…he couldn’t…wouldn’t let himself take that step.

I’m reading too much into this…I know I am…

“Why not? I find it very flattering that you would like to work with me…”

Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Not exactly what I meant…”

Oh. Dear. God.

Not knowing what to say, he sat in silence and stared at her. She slowly turned back towards him. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I…uh…I need to get back to the dorm…”

He watched her carefully as she stood and walked towards the door. As she opened the door and walked out, he realized that she was leaving. Standing up quickly, he threw a twenty dollar bill on the table and ran out the door.

“Sara!”

She stopped beside of her car, but didn’t turn around. She heard his footsteps quickly approaching her.

“Sara…wait…”

“No…I’m sorry…I just…thought that…”

“Sara…” He walked around to stand in front of her. She wouldn’t look at him, instead keeping her eyes directed towards the ground. He sighed lightly. “What did you think?”

She shook her head and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. “Nothing, really…”

“No…no tell me…”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I thought that you…I…thought I saw something…I was wrong…”

Shit. NOW what do I do?

Tell her…just tell her she’s not wrong…tell her you were thinking about it. About the two of you.

“No…no, you weren’t wrong.” Her eyes snapped up to his, but fell just as quickly. “But…”

“Yeah…but…”

“Sara…you’re a student…a student in MY seminar…I’m technically your professor.”

She nodded slowly. “I know…”

“You’re…twenty-two…and…I’m…older…”

“Thirty-seven…you’re thirty-seven…”

“Fifteen years, Sara…”

She looked back up at him. For the first time, he saw a flash of something in her eyes. What the hell? Anger? Frustration? Annoyance?

“Sara?”

“Who cares about fifteen years? It’s not like I’m asking you to run away with me…”

He rested his hand on the roof of her car and leaned against the door. “So…what are you asking for?”

She fought the urge to tell him exactly what she wanted. The real reason she accepted his dinner invitation. Instead she gave him a smirk. “Another dinner?”

Chapter Two

Climbing into his Jeep Cherokee, he couldn’t believe what had just happened. She basically told him that she…

Well, if I was reading things correctly…and I think I was…she basically just told me that…well…she wants me. I mean…’Not exactly what I meant’ in reference to working under me. Under me.

A shiver ran through his body as the mental image swam through his brain. His tongue tasting her flesh as he gently moved within her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his hips. Her soft voice moaning his name.

Oh shit! I really need not think that way…not about her. That would just be taking advantage of a beautiful young girl.

Young…girl…

She’s not really a girl though…she’s a young woman. Yes…much better. A young woman who seems to be attracted to me. Who seems to be fascinated with my work. Who…wasn’t disgusted about the fact that I have a passion for…bugs. Those are pluses, right?

Negatives…there is always a negative for each plus.

She’s my student. That could get both of us in trouble.

She’s fifteen years younger than me. That could get me into a lot of trouble.

And…what if someone were to find out? Would they think I gave her a good grade because I was sleeping with her?

Wait…no one said anything about anyone sleeping together.

Well…that’s because there wouldn’t be much sleeping taking place, now would there?

He groaned lightly as he reached over and turned the radio on. Music…anything…just get my mind off of Sara Sidle. Please…

He grimaced as he flipped through the stations. Hearing a familiar tune, he stopped on one station and sat back in his seat. Who was it that sang this song? ‘I keep forgettin’…things will never be the same again…’ That guy from the Doobie Brothers…that was a good group…what was his name? Michael…Michael…Mc…Donald! That’s it…Michael McDonald…GOOD song…

His thoughts were broken by a heavier drum beat and spoken lyrics.

“It was a clear black night, a clear white moon

Warren G was on the streets trying to consume

Some skirts for the eve so I can get some funk

Just rollin’ in my ride, chillin’ all alone...”

“What the...” He glared at the radio. “Rap…why can’t they come up with their own music? No…that would be too easy…they have to take from a classic…dammit!”

He angrily reached over and flipped the station again, settling on one that advertised 80’s soft rock. Well, I would much rather prefer the 70’s…but, this will do for now. I’m almost back to the hotel anyway…

He relaxed in his seat and watched the traffic as he made his way back to what was considered his home in Boston. He briefly considered finding a small apartment…but, he’d only be here for three more weeks…not really any point in it. The hotel wasn’t bad. In fact, it was rather nice.

Lost in thought, he really wasn’t paying attention to the music until a chorus caught his attention. His eyes were drawn to the radio display in disbelief. “What the hell?”

“Well you’re too young to love me

And I’m too old for you

At least that’s what they tell us

It’s in their book of rules

That you’re too young, too young

Baby, you’re too young…”

His trembling hand found the volume control and turned it up a couple of notches. Who said anything about love? Why did that bother me? I’m not…in love with her…

But…damn, she can stir something in me that I haven’t felt for a long while…

“Your mother’s eyes

Look straight through me

Whenever we meet

Oh…whenever we meet

Your father swears

It’ll never be…never be

As long as he breathes…”

He sighed heavily. It’s true. Even if we were to go further than…well…dinner. Her parents would never accept me. I am too old for her. You know…in 8 years, it won’t be that big of a deal. She’d be 30, I’d be 45…but…22 and 37. That just sounds…bad. Very bad.

But…I DO ache to hold her…

“We could try it for a while

But they’d get us in the long run

They say that you’re too young

Baby, you’re too young…”

Who is ‘they’? And…does it really matter what ‘they’ say? We’re both consenting adults…

Consenting adults. Consenting to what? All that has really been discussed is dinner tomorrow night. Nothing more. I asked her what she was asking for. “Another dinner”. That’s what she said.

Nothing about…sex.

He shifted in his seat as the song ended on the radio. Looking down, he sighed heavily. Great…why did YOU have to wake up? You’re not making this any easier, you know. Here I am trying to get my mind OFF of that aspect of Sara…and…you do this…

He pulled into the parking garage and pulled into an empty space. He sat there quietly, listening to the silence surrounding him. The harder he tried to think about something else, anything other than her, the harder HE became.

There is no way I can get out of here looking like this…what if I bump into someone. How embarrassing would that be? “Excuse me…hard on coming through…”

He carefully placed his hand over his growing erection and grunted at the contact. Her image began to flood his mind. I wonder what her hand would feel like on me. Would she be gentle? Or…would she just…

A familiar metallic sound broke his thoughts. Looking down, he was somewhat shocked to see his cock resting in the palm of his hand. “Oh dear god…”

He quickly looked around. “This would be even more embarrassing than walking through the hotel with a hard on. I can just see the headlines now. ‘Guest Professor Learns a Lesson’…and what would that lesson be? Not to jack off in your car while sitting in a parking garage…”

His eyes closed and a soft moan escaped his throat as his hand tightened around the heated flesh. Oh God…I should…I should stop. Before this gets out of hand. Out of hand…that would be funny…but…not really. I don’t even know what I’m thinking anymore…

Don’t think…just move. Faster.

This…this isn’t right. I shouldn’t do this…not here, not now…

Someone…is…going…to…see…me…

Who? It’s dark…you’re basically in a secluded area…the windows have a tint to them…who the fuck is going to see you?

God…Sara…

Sara? You’ve known she exists for all of 4 days. You didn’t even really talk to her, other than answering her numerous questions during the lecture, until tonight. And…now…

“Shut up…please…be quiet…”

His hand quickened its pace along his shaft. Her smiling eyes ingrained into his mind. Images of her licking her lips before she took a drink of her tea. Her soft voice whispering the words that shocked him. “Not exactly what I meant…”

His imagination replaced his hand with her warm, wet cavern. Suddenly she was all around him. He could feel her, taste her...smell her. He could feel her lips on his neck, her tongue tracing a path to his mouth. Her fingers winding themselves in his soft curls.

“Oh God...”

His body shuddered violently as his semen landed on the steering wheel. He looked down in shock, not really believing that he had actually just masturbated...here...in his rented Jeep...in a parking garage...thinking about her.

He sighed heavily and tucked his softening member back into his pants. He picked up his tie from the passenger seat and quickly cleaned his mess. He glanced around the garage before opening the door and climbing out.

As if someone would see me and KNOW what I just did...calm down, Gil...no one’s here...no one knows...

He slowly made his way into the hotel lobby. As he walked towards the elevator, a young woman’s voice called to him.

“Dr. Grissom?”

Turning towards the front desk, he saw a young blonde smiling at him. He carefully made his way to her and raised his eyebrow. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Uh...yes, sir...you...uh...have a message...”

“A message?”

She nodded and tried to hide the redness creeping into her cheeks.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh...uh...yeah...yeah, I’m fine...”

He nodded slowly and smiled at her. “The message?”

“Oh...yes, sir...” She quickly handed him an envelope.

After he thanked the woman, he turned and walked back towards the elevator. She watched him leave, muttering under her breath. “I hate to see him go, but damn I love watching him leave...”

She sighed heavily as he walked into the elevator.

Chapter Four

He straightened his tie one last time as he looked in the mirror. Well...this is it. After tonight, you will have officially dated a student...one of YOUR students. So much for your work ethic...

He shook his head and smiled. Suddenly he didn’t care about what his ethic or morals told him. Pulling on his jacket, he glanced at the clock. He grinned as he picked up his keys and walked out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

She ran a brush through her dark hair and stared at her reflection. Maybe I should have chosen something a little less...oh, I don’t know...something that didn’t scream ‘Take me to bed now!’ would’ve been nice...

Her eyes drifted to her watch, a sigh escaping her lips. Too late to change now...he’ll be here any minute. I need to get back to the lab...I wouldn’t want him to think that I had just left...

With one more hard glare at herself, she smiled. She smoothed a slight wrinkle in her dress and nodded. Turning quickly, she made her way out of the locker room and back into the lab to await her dinner date.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

She was nervously pacing back and forth across the lab when he quietly opened the door. Stepping inside, he cleared his throat softly.

“Hi...”

Startled, she turned to face him. “Hi...”

His eyes traveled down her body and back up to her eyes. “Am...uh...am I late?”

She grinned and shook her head. “No...right on time. Punctuality seems to be one of your strong suits...”

He blushed lightly and opened the lab door. “Shall we go?”

She walked by him and into the empty corridor. As they walked down the hall, he turned his head towards her.

“You...uh...you look beautiful, Sara...”

She flashed him a bright smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Griss...blue...is definitely your color.”

He opened the door to the outside world for her and smiled. “Think so?”

She looked around and quickly located his car. As she began walking towards it, she nodded slowly. “Mm-hm...brings out the blue of your eyes...”

His hand trembled slightly as he pulled open the car door and watched her slide into the passenger seat. He swallowed hard as her dress slid a little up her thigh. I am never going to be able to make it through tonight. He glanced down as he walked around the car. And...YOU need to behave yourself...

As he climbed into the driver's seat, he glanced over at her. “So...you ready?”

She lowered her head slightly to hide her blush. “Yes...I am...”

“Good...” He resisted the urge to touch her. “You know...black looks very nice on you...”

Her blush deepened as he backed out of his parking spot.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Good evening, sir. Did you have a reservation?”

Grissom smiled at the young man. “Yes...Gil Grissom...”

The host looked down at the reservation book and glanced back up at him with a puzzled expression. “Um...it says here that you reserved two tables...one in smoking, and one in non...”

“Oh...yes...I wasn’t sure which...”

He looked over at his date and smiled. “Um...do you smoke?”

Well...this could make or break a date. “Actually, yes I do...”

He grinned as he exhaled softly. “Good...” He turned back to the host and smiled. “Smoking...”

“Yes, sir. Right this way.”

As they followed the young man through the restaurant, Sara looked up at him. “So...do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Smoke...”

He smiled as he they came to a stop at their table. “Actually, yes I do...”

She returned his bright smile as she sat down. “Good...I was a little nervous about that...”

He chuckled softly. “Me too...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Their dinner was filled with light conversation, soft laughter, and the occasional lingering stare. She pulled out her pack of cigarettes and shook one out. He quickly pulled out his lighter and reached over the table to light it for her before lighting one for himself.

She studied the Zippo he had laid on the table beside of his pack of Marlboro’s. “Interesting lighter...”

He picked it up and let it slide into her hand, allowing his fingers to brush hers lightly. “A friend of mine bought it for me a couple of years ago...said it had my name written all over it...”

She grinned as her finger traced over the image. “What is it?”

“It’s a Lasioderna serricorne...or...a Cigarette Beetle...commonly found in Virginia...”

“A Cigarette Beetle?”

“Yeah...he thought it would be funny since...as he put it... ‘it’s used to light cigarettes and you’re into bugs’.”

She laughed and handed the lighter back to him. “It’s very nice...”

“So are you...” Oh...did I say that?

Her skin turned a bright shade of red and she glanced at the ashtray as she dusted her cigarette. “You are too...”

He smiled at her soft voice, sensing her timidity. He kept his gaze on her as the waiter quietly asked if they would like a cup of coffee.

“Sara?”

“Uh...no...no, I’m fine, thank you...”

He gave the waiter a quick glance and shook his head. “No...I think all we need is the check...thank you.”

Their eyes locked as they awaited the return of the waiter. “You...you really do look beautiful tonight, Sara...”

She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it as the waiter returned. Grissom smiled as he pulled out a credit card and handed it to the young man. She found herself unable to speak as they stared into one another’s eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked back to the car. She let out an audible sigh as his fingers gently pressed into her flesh. Always the gentleman, he opened the door for her and gave her a bright smile as she climbed in.

He sighed as he made his way to the driver’s door, not wanting the evening to end. Sliding into his seat, he put the key in the ignition.

“Gil?”

Surprised at the use of his first name, he turned to look at her. “Yes?”

His breath caught in his chest as she leaned over the console separating them and placed a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes, which had darkened to a slate blue.

His hand came up to rest on her cheek, his thumb gently brushing across her lips. He hesitated for a moment, waiting for his logic to tell him he needed to stop now. His logic remained silent.

He leaned into her, his lips brushing across hers softly as if in experimentation. He moaned lightly as she returned his kiss, this time allowing her tongue to glide across his lower lip.

If I don’t stop now...I won’t be able to stop at all...

He pushed the simple thought from his mind as he deepened the kiss. He felt her tremble as he gently pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her fingers wrapped themselves in his soft curls as he pulled her closer to him.

They broke the kiss slowly, their breath ragged. He looked into her dark eyes and hoped he wasn’t misreading what he saw there.

“Sara...”

Oh god...he’s going to say it was a mistake. That he didn’t mean to...that it shouldn’t have happened...that....

“...would you...care for a drink?”

What?

He noticed her puzzled expression and kissed her lips softly. “My...uh...there’s a well stocked wet bar...in my...uh...”

The confusion left her eyes, replaced by a slight sparkle. “In your room?”

He cleared his throat and nodded, refusing to take his eyes from hers. “If...you’d like...”

Her hand softly caressed his cheek. “I’d like...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He slid his key into the lock, hoping she didn’t notice his trembling hand. Pushing the door open, he watched in amazement as she entered what had been his home for the last few weeks. She turned to look at him as he closed the door behind him.

He dropped his keys on the table. “So...about that drink...what would you...”

His question died in his throat as her mouth claimed his. His hands automatically landed on her hips as he pulled her tongue into his mouth. She tugged at the knot in his tie, causing him to pull back.

“Sara...are you...are you sure?”

She moved her hands behind her back and pulled the zipper tab on her dress. She slid the dress from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. She smiled as his eyes glazed slightly.

“I’m sure...”

The promise of an after dinner drink was forgotten as she moved back to him and yanked his tie loose. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, a small growl escaped his throat as she placed hot kisses on his flesh as she exposed his chest.

“Sara...”

She looked up at him as she unbuckled his belt and pulled it free. “Yes?”

Pulling her into his arms, he gently lifted her up. Her legs automatically went around his waist. “Bedroom?”

She grinned as she began to attack his neck. “Mm...yes...bedroom...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He gently laid her down and stood beside the bed, quickly shrugging off his shirt. His fingers stilled on the button of his slacks as he watched her unclasp her bra and slide it off. His eyes were drawn to her breasts, her erect nipples calling to him.

He lowered himself to the mattress beside of her, his hand gliding across her flat stomach. He gazed into her eyes, silently begging for permission to continue. Reaching between them, she quickly undid his pants. He groaned as her hand lightly brushed across his erection.

Permission granted.

He quickly dipped his head, his tongue teasing her nipple briefly before pulling it into his mouth. His fingers slid under the waistband of her black lace panties and dragged them down her thighs slowly.

Releasing her nipple, he looked into her eyes as his hand covered her soft mound. Her eyes closed at his touch. He ran his finger across her lips, amazed at the amount of moisture he encountered there. He smiled as she moaned and licked her lips in anticipation.

His mouth covered hers, gliding his tongue across hers as his finger slowly slid inside of her. He felt her body quiver beneath him as his thumb brushed across her clit. He moved his lips to her neck, gently nipping at the tender flesh as he increased the pressure of his strokes.

“Gil...now...please...”

He smiled against her skin as he pulled his hand away from her. Quickly shedding his slacks and boxers, he positioned himself between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt him slowly enter her.

His finger gently traced her lips before he leaned down and kissed her. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he groaned as he entered her fully. He intended to take this slow, to show her how much he wanted her. But she was not cooperating.

She bucked her hips against him, urging him to thrust deeper and harder. Her head flung back against the pillows, effectively ending their kiss, as he continuously brushed across her g-spot. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he sucked at the skin covering her collarbone.

He felt her walls contract around him, her fluids gushing around him. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He silently hoped that this wouldn’t be the only time he’d have this feeling.

He heard her moans become louder as he thrust harder. For a brief moment, he wondered if they could be heard. He then realized he didn’t really care.

He felt her body begin a violent shudder under him and she screamed his name. He could take no more and allowed himself release. His body shook, her name escaping his lips more than once, as he emptied his semen deep within her.

She held onto him as the waves continued to crash over them. With a soft grunt, he collapsed on top of her. She smiled as their sweaty bodies seemed to meld into one.

He shifted onto his side and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her softly as she snuggled up against his chest. Brushing her damp hair from her face, he looked into her eyes and smiled.

She returned his smile as sleep began to find them. “Gil?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you...”

“For what?”

“A wonderful evening...”

He smiled as she yawned and closed her eyes. Wrapping his arms tighter around her, he allowed his own eyes to slowly shut. Well...so much for my ethic...

His smile widened briefly as sleep overtook him.