| Gil - by Anonymous |
| Rated: NC-17 Spoilers: None Synopsis: Gil and a lady barber. |
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| CSI, Gil Grissom and company, and places and etc are all property of Anthony Zuiker, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, and other companies. They did not condone this fic, and the author is not getting paid for it. All other characters not appearing on CSI in any way, shape, or form that appear in this story are the property of the author. If you have any comments - good or bad, feel free to e-mail me at: toxicrev@yahoo.com and I will be happy to pass them on to the author. |
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| He was exhausted from wrapping up the loose ends of the last case of the week, but looked forward to tonight. Tali had promised him a quiet dinner at her place; no stress, no questions, just an invitation to relax and unwind. He drove straight from the office, not bothering to go home and change. If he had gone home, he might have been too tired to get back in the car. “Take me as I am or not at all”, he thought to himself. Tali opened the door before he even had a chance to ring the bell. She was like that – she seemed to sense things he would do or want before he knew it himself. Tall and mysterious, after all this time he was still discovering the joy of her. “Come on in and relax. You look so tired”. He followed her inside. The lights were dim and the drink she handed to him was perfect. He was starting to feel better already. “Would you like to freshen up before dinner?” she asked. He nodded – a shower sounded wonderful, something to take the dreariness of the day away. “I have something a little different in mind than just a shower. Let me show you.” He followed behind her as she walked in to her den – something was there that he hadn’t really noticed before. Off in one corner was an old time barber’s chair. While Tali’s house had been filled with antiques of all kinds, he hadn’t noticed this. Had this been here before? “Why don’t you take of your shirt, lie back, and let me take care of you?” she asked. Gil couldn’t remember the last time he had been in one of those chairs, if ever. But it looked so relaxing. The beautiful, soft leather and brass trim; in no time he found himself taking off his shirt and sitting back without hesitation. Tali left the room for a moment, and when she returned she had a shaving mug, brush and razor in her hand – and she had changed into the most seductive robe he had ever seen. “Now, just close your eyes and relax,” she breathed. Gil wondered how he could relax with someone else shaving him, but he certainly wanted to see where this would go. Suddenly his face was enveloped in the delightful softness of a warm, moist towel. Gil felt the tension of the day melt away. As the heat crept through him, he started to drift off… moments later, his eyes still closed, he felt the towel lifted off, only to be replaced by the soft silkiness of the beaver brush as it swept over his face – stroking his neck softly, across his cheeks, then, finally, over the area above his lip. The sensuous movements of the brush were electrifying. Gil was surprised that the movements of the brush, combined with Tali’s soft skin next to his, were stirring him erotically – he felt his penis hardening despite his exhaustion. What would happen next, he wondered. Tali surprised him – suddenly she had straddled his lap, and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. His mouth opened in response, and returned her ardor. She had loosened her robe and he felt her firm breasts on his chest, lightly grazing his skin; teasing ever so softly. “Shh”, she whispered. “Let me do everything for you”. With that, Tali began shaving him. First, there were soft long strokes up his neck. After each stroke, she would kiss him ever so lightly – his eyelids, the hollow of his neck, his nipples. Gil couldn’t believe what was happening, feeling ready to explode in sweet agony. “Keep your eyes closed, Gil – I’m not finished yet”, she said softly. In moments, another warm towel was put over his face. And he felt Tali gently unfastening his jeans, releasing his cock into her hands. Then, he felt her mouth enveloping him; slowing to take his entire length, then teasing and returning again and again. Gil was arching his back out of the chair, reaching for her. Suddenly she was astride him again, but this time totally naked. Lowering herself atop his raging erection, she reached for the towel covering his face, replacing it with her own mouth in a myriad of kisses until she found his lips. Her tongue hungrily found his; they explored each other for what seemed an eternity. Slowly Tali began moving her hips against Gil, and they began to move together. His hands caressed her; at first gently, then with increasing urgency they traveled over her flesh. “Oh God, Gil, don’t stop”, she was screaming, arching her back in ecstasy. He could feel her powerful contractions and knew she was ready for him, too. Gil was outside of himself, in another world, so high, so on fire. He felt his own orgasm gather at the base of his spine, and then explode through him. When it was over, they kissed softly. “What else would you like?” Tali whispered softly. Gil knew he had the rest of the night to think about the answers to that question. |