Title: Try, Try Again
Author: Lisa [info]druinsanity
Characters/Pairing: GSR
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Oh how I wish I owned them! But alas, I do not. I just like to play.
Summary: Just an intimate GSR moment.
Prompt: The Beach and [info]bestkeptprivate


Gil stretched lazily on his stomach under the sheets and stifled a yawn with his face turning into the pillow. Something had forced him awake and he quickly realized that it was the television. He batted his eyes open and looked up to the woman next to him sitting in the bed with the sheets pulled up over her chest. “Why’re you awake?” His speech was still sleep slurred from the half-awake state he was in.

Sara winced slightly at having woken Gil up and turned the volume down even lower on the television with the remote. “Sorry. Couldn’t sleep.” A smile played at her lips at the sight of him lying next to her having just woken up. He was rubbing a fist at his eyes and looked much younger than he actually was. “I figured that watching something boring on television would put me to sleep.”

“Infomercials?” Gil lifted his head from his pillow to eye the small television on the dresser. “Or… girls in bikinis on the beach. A bad porn film.” He looked sideways to her, confusion marking his features. “This is supposed to relax you?”

“No…” Sara couldn’t help the smile that spread over her lips or the small laugh that escaped her. “It’s beach volleyball.”

“Oh…” Gil laid his head back down against the pillow and closed his eyes. “Beach volleyball bores you?”

“Well, most sports bore me. This is just what was on.” Sara explained, settling back into the pillows next to Gil. She ran the tips of her fingers in random patterns over his back. “Hey, did you file the evidence I gave you at the end of shift?”

“Didn’t we have a rule about discussion of work here?” Gil asked, his eyes drooping closed again.

“We did. It was a stupid question.” Sara bowed her head, her hair falling to frame her face. “Just restless thoughts… you know? Sometimes they’re difficult to stop.”

There was a silence that settled in the room and for the moment, Sara thought Gil was asleep again. She glanced to the television just as he spoke again.

“I filed the evidence… and yes, I know.” Gil opened his eyes and slid a hand around Sara’s waist to pull her closer to him. “Did the case bother you that much?”

There were times when Sara still found it hard to admit any kind of weakness to anyone including Gil. “Just can’t sleep.” She watched him set the pillows back against the headboard and sit up to rest back against them. “What are you doing?” She asked, confusion lacing her voice.

“I’m going to watch beach volleyball with you.” Gil said, as if it were the most natural solution in the world. He reached to the bedside table for his glasses.

“Wait. Wait. If you’re going to be awake…” Sara reached out to stop him from getting his glasses. “There are other ways to make me tired.”

Gil smirked and let his glasses stay where they were on the bed stand as Sara straddled his hips. “Again? It didn’t seem to work the last time.” He joked lightly even as he reached up to brush her hair back behind her ears and then trail his fingers down her neck.

“You’ve never been one to give up Grissom.” Sara chided back to him using his last name playfully. “Don’t start now.”

A corner of Gil’s lips lifted in a half grin as his fingers slid down Sara’s neck to flick over one nipple and then the other. His other hand circled to the back of her neck to pull her down into a wet, heated kiss. After the need for air overpowered anything else, he pulled back to whisper against kiss-swollen lips. “If at first you don’t succeed…”

Sara grinned, rocking her hips over him. She trailed warm kisses over his neck, as his own touch seemed to drift lower and lower over her skin. “It beats beach volleyball.”

A quiet chuckle escaped Gil. “Yes I’m sure I can be much more boring. I’ll attempt to put you to sleep more effectively.”

“I’m sure you will.”

The End