Fic: RR&R Book IV (7c/?) NC17 see header for pairings

Chapter 7 concluded

‘Catherine’s definitely not taking this well,’ Sara thought, hurrying to keep pace with her co-worker as she strode out of the casino. Tuning her gaze to her supervisor, she thought, ‘Grissom looks like he can’t decide whether to be angry or fascinated.’

“Catherine, are you ok?” Grissom asked the moment they’d escaped the noise of the casino floor.

The redhead didn’t answer verbally. She just hugged her arms around herself and began to walk even faster.

“Catherine?” Grissom asked again, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t!” she shouted, spinning around to glare at him with venom in her gaze.

‘Holy crap’ Sara thought, astonished by her coworker’s reaction.

Her eyes moved to take in Grissom’s stunned countenance. He gaped at her silently.

“Sorry,” Catherine whispered, her glare softening.

“Are you alright?” Sara asked, concerned.

“No,” Catherine answered, sounding near tears. “I—I have to go,” she added, suddenly turning and running away from the other two CSIs.

“Holy crap!” Sara exclaimed. ‘Never thought I’d see that,’ she mused.

“I...should I?” Grissom stuttered, echoing Sara’s shock.

“I dunno Grissom,” Sara answered his unspoken question. “I think she needs some alone-time right now.”

“What about you,” he asked, turning back to face her. “How are you handling this?”

“About the same as you, I guess,” Sara said, shaking her head and resuming the walk towards the parking garage.

“And how’s that?” he asked with one of his small smirks.

“A little confused,” she answered. “Not sure I can believe that I saw what I saw. A little pissed off.”

“You’re angry,” he stated with a hint of a question in his tone.

“Aren’t you?” she asked, knowing he was but wondering if he’d admit it.

“Well, certainly the situation is less than ideal,” he began blandly.

“Two dead bodies disappear, one apparently walking around on it’s own power, the other one...evaporated—disintegrated—right in front of us?” she rambled.

“I’m not completely convinced that young man is the same,” he began.

“You know,” she interrupted, “I’m right there with you on the whole ‘dead bodies don’t get up and walk around’ thing, but that’s the same guy Catherine and I found laying on the sidewalk on Freemont street. Plus, you saw how she reacted...she was shocked to see him. And, the way she acted back on the scene after the shooting? I don’t know if anyone could fake the kind of devastation I saw in those eyes...and now its gone—she was beyond happy to see him.” She took a deep breath and concluded, “That’s the same guy.”

“Just...it’s impossible,” he muttered, not sounding very convincing.

“It is,” she agreed. “So are most of the other things we’ve seen in the last couple hours.”

“You realize, of course,” he started with a sardonic voice. “The most likely explanation is that this is all some kind of hallucination.”

“That we all shared?” she asked with a scoff.

“No,” Grissom answered. “Most likely I’ve fallen and hit my head at some point, or perhaps I was exposed to some sort of chemical or drug,” he began to explain.

“So...I’m just a figment of your imagination?” Sara asked incredulously.

“Or perhaps I’m just a figment of yours,” Grissom said with a smile.

“I don’t think so,” She mumbled, dropping her gaze.

‘If I was imagining this, you’d be tied to my bed, I’d be riding you till I broke through that mask of reserve you always wear and you screamed my name!’ Sara felt her face grow warm at the thought.

“Presuming everything we saw was really...well...real,” she soldiered on, ignoring her brief foray into fantasy. “What do we do about it?”

“Sara, I honestly don’t know,” Grissom answered, sounding very unhappy about the fact.

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“No...no...please, don’t leave me!” the piteous cry woke Xander from a fitful sleep.

“Wha?” he grunted as he blinked his eyes into focus. ‘Where am I’ he wondered for a moment.

“Why?” another cry sounded out beside him.

“Dawn?” he asked, reaching over to his lover as the events of the last day came back to him all at once. “Oh Kitten, I’m right here!”

He pulled her into his arms even as tears began to spill out from his eyes. “Shh, Kitten. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Xander?” she asked with a sniffle.

He could just make out her eyes fluttering open in the dim light. “Right here,” he softly reassured her, stroking his hands up and down her back.

“You left me,” she cried.

“I...I didn’t mean to,” he stammered, unsure how to answer. “But, I’m back. Somehow I’m back.”

“You are!” she sighed—the relief clear in her voice. “Thank God!” she wrapped him in a tight embrace.

He could feel the wetness on his chest as she wept against him. “I love you so much, Dawn! I guess not even death is enough to keep me away from you.”

“Love me Xander!” she cried before starting a trail of kisses up his chest and neck.

“Always!” he replied, rolling them over and sliding into her as though he belonged nowhere else.

“Oh!” she grunted out breathily as he bottomed out inside of her. “Oh, I was so afraid I’d never feel you in me again!”

‘That would be hell!’ he thought to himself as he reveled in the joy of making love to his more-than-girlfriend.

His intention to maintain a slow, steady rhythm was soon disrupted as Dawn wrapped her legs around him and began to pull him into her, all the while chanting “Harder, harder! More Xander, More!”

“Holy!” he gasped out, shocked at the feel of her nails digging into his back. ‘My kitten’s a wild-cat this morning!’ he thought, not at all displeased. He began to drive himself into her as if trying to make them one-flesh literally.

She screamed her release with wild abandon, undulating her body against his like a giant serpent.

“Ahh! Dawn!” Xander shouted as he felt her nails scratching deep furrows along his back. The pain drove him over the edge just a moment after her and he came powerfully before collapsing against her, totally spent.

“Love you...so much,” Xander mumbled with each exhalation as he slowly recovered. As soon as he had the barest amount of strength available, he pushed himself off of her to collapse onto his back.

“Mmm,” Dawn hummed languidly—following it up with a sensual, catlike, full-body stretch. “There’s no way I could’ve lived without that in my life!” she muttered as she rolled up against him, using his shoulder as a pillow and draping one leg over his.

“Uh huh,” Xander sighed in agreement, still feeling too little energy to do more than lay there breathing deeply.

She seemed content to lie there quietly, stroking his chest with her fingers.

He was nearly asleep when she startled him.

“Oh my God, Xander!” she exclaimed.

“Huh...what?” he jerked awake.

“Blood!” she cried, waving her hand in his face. “Look, I have blood on my fingers, and under my nails! Xander, did I hurt you?” she demanded.

“Oh, um—” he forced his mind to process something other than his blissful lassitude. “You, uh...scratched me, I think,” he answered. “When you came?” he added, trying to prompt her memory.

“Oh God, Xander,” she said almost with a whimper. “I’m so sorry!”

“Oh, s’okay, Kitten,” he said reassuringly. He wiggled his back against the sheets and added, “Doesn’t even hurt.” ‘Plus I came like a freight train!’ he added in his mind.

“Roll over, let me see,” she told him, still frowning.

Though reluctant to move, he did as she asked. ‘She must have really got me,’ he thought as he felt the sheets stick to his back. ‘Hmm, doesn’t hurt, though.”

“Oh man, there’s blood on the sheets,” she muttered. “Oh, and all over your back! God, I’m so sorry Sugar Bear.”

“Don’t worry, Dawn. I don’t mind my kitten having claws,” he joked, trying to make her feel better.

“Xan,” her reproving tone managed to convey both her regret at hurting him and her mild exasperation with his joke in one short word.

“Oh, I really nailed you,” she muttered.

“Is it bad?” he asked. “Cause, I gotta tell ya, for a guy who got shot in the back, and then clawed in the back, I actually feel pretty darn good.”

“Hmm,” she continued muttering. “Let me grab a washcloth—don’t move,” she instructed as she climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

He was nearly asleep again when he felt a warm, wet sensation on his back. “Mmm, feels good,” he mumbled with a sleepy smile.

“Hmm,” Dawn hummed, sounding confused.

“It’s not bad, is it?” he asked. “Doesn’t feel bad.”

“Uh, no...not really,” she answered still sounding confused.

“What’s wrong then?” he asked.

“Well...why don’t you come into the bathroom?” she asked, sounding slightly worried.

“Mmmph, dunno Dawn,” he protested slightly. “Pretty comfy right here. What’s in it for me?”

“Xander, look at me,” she said.

He couldn’t help but smile at the smirking tone of her voice. He turned his head toward her and couldn’t help but gasp, even though he’d expected exactly that: Dawn, standing bare-ass naked, wearing only a smirk and a raised eyebrow. ‘Even the bloody washcloth does nothing to detract,’ he mused in wonder.

“Okay!” he said, leaping to his feet with unexpected energy.

She laughed delightedly. “Men are so easy,” she joked.

“Dawnie, where you’re concerned, you’re damn right I’m easy, hell, I’m a sure thing!” he said emphatically. He punctuated his comment with a playful slap on her naked ass.

“Hey!” she protested for all of a second before her look softened and she added, “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“Want me to show you just how easy I can be?” he asked lasciviously, the sight of her retreating backside causing him to harden. ‘I have a hard enough time seeing that in clothes and not getting wood!’ he lamented.

“First, look at your back, she said as she pulled a hand-mirror out of her bag and handed it to him. “Then we’ll take advantage of that big shower again!”

‘Oh yeah!’ he thought happily as he remembered yesterday’s long shower. He took the mirror and turned to look at the reflection of his back in the bathroom mirror. “Wow,” he said at first, seeing that most of his back was red from partially wiped-away blood. “You really nailed me, no pun intended,” he mused aloud.

“Look closer,” she said flatly.

He frowned and stepped back closer to the bathroom mirror. ‘What the heck?’ he thought as he turned slightly too and fro. “Uh, where’s the scratches?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. “I guess we need to talk to Willow.”

He nodded absently before putting down the mirror and turning to face her. His eyes automatically roved up and down her creamy-white body and suddenly the mystery of his back diminished in importance. “Damn, Dawn!” he grunted.

“What?” she asked with a frown.

“You are so amazingly beautiful!” he exclaimed. “I never get over how sexy you are!”

She licked her lips and then tossed the washcloth aside. “Willow can wait,” she said breathily. “After all, we should take a shower and clean you up,” she added.

The fact that her eyes were locked onto his erect cock as she mentioned ‘cleaning’ did not go unnoticed.

“Absolutely!” he growled.

‘Forget heaven, this is paradise!’ he thought.

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“We gotta...get a place...with a giant—” Dawn’s gasped commentary was broken up as Xander repeatedly kissed her mouth. “Water heater!” she finished.

Warm water poured down on the pair as they made out in the shower. Xander’s hands wandered her body as he teased her lips, one presently reaching between her legs from behind while the other slid over her wet breast, pinching and twisting her nipple and areola like he knew she loved.

“Demand heater,” he answered back between kisses. “Never-ending supply.

She grabbed his face in her hands and pushed him away slightly.

‘Oh yes I am so the man!’ he thought with pride and joy at the wild, wanton look on her face.

“You say the sexiest things Sugar!” she said breathily.

“Want you,” he grunted, feeling pretty wild himself. “So bad!”

“Like this,” she said, nodding firmly and then turning and bending over. She grabbed one of the ‘accessibility’ hand-bars with both hands to support her upper body and spread her legs so that her ass was sticking up in the air higher than any other part of her.

“Muh, nyeah!” Xander half whimpered, half groaned in fervent agreement at the incredible sight.

“Need you in me, right now Sugar!” she let out a desperate cry.

Not bothering with verbal acknowledgement, Xander grabbed her hips and slid deep inside her with one quick stroke.

“Yes!” she cried. “Hard, Xan—please, I need it!” she begged out loud.

Despite most of his higher brain functions being disabled, Xander’s body responded to his lover’s entreaty. He sped up his thrusts, their wet bodies slapping together loudly.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried, pushing back into him to meet his plunging strokes. “Oh God, harder Sugar!” she squealed unabashedly.

With a lusty growl, he wrapped one hand around her waist, splayed against her pelvis to jerk her toward him. Though he’d never done it before, he suddenly began to rain loud slaps down against her flank and butt cheek with his other hand as he furiously pumped into her hot, wet body.

“Oh yes!” she screeched at the top of her lungs as he felt her clamp down hard on his cock.

A few moments later he was about to follow her into oblivion when she panted, “Wait! I want it in my mouth!”

“Doh, Gah!” he cried out as she pulled away and spun around, dropping to her knees and instantly latching onto the head of his dick with her lips.

He hadn’t even noticed her hand sneaking up between his legs when suddenly he felt her finger push up into his ass.

“Dawn!” he shrieked her name at the top of his lungs as she rubbed his prostate while sucking hard on his dick.

Once more it felt like his brain was being sucked out the end of his cock while he pumped jet after jet of hot cum into his lover’s mouth.

He was barely aware that she managed to stay with him as he collapsed back onto the bench on the other side of the shower. “Yeaaghhaaghaagh” he cried with a full body shudder as she slowly slurped up and down his softening prick.

“Mmmm!” she hummed with delight as she released him with a slippery-pop and licked her lips with evident relish. “God I love doing that to you!” she crooned happily.

“Ungh...ohyah” he groaned as he tried to lift his head up to focus on her. “Oh yeah, much loving that,” he managed to be almost coherent after a moment.

When they finally managed to get dressed and went out to join Willow in the living area, all they found was a note written on the hotel stationary.

Dear Horndogs,

Meet me in the Café when you finally come up for air.

Love, Willow.

p.s., your next lesson is mental shielding missy!

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Dawn was still giggling as they approached the table at which Willow was waiting.

The redhead had one eyebrow raised and an exasperated look on her face.

“You so have no room to be upset,” Xander started off as they sat down. His tone was only half joking.

At Willows look of incredulity, Dawn chimed in, “You’re just frustrated cause Tara and Buffy weren’t around to help you, uh, scratch the itch.

“What, you’re channeling Faith now?” Willow asked Dawn in surprise. “And you, mister,” she rounded back on him. “Whaddya mean I don’t have the right to be upset? I can be upset if I want.”

“Uh huh,” Xander interrupted with a smirk. “Tell it to someone who wasn’t at ground zero when Buffy set off little-miss-orasmabomb!” he said, dropping his own verbal-detonation.

Willow's face fell. “Oh...yeah. I kinda...well, I didn’t think of that.”

“MmmHmm,” Xander hummed. ‘Match point to team Xander,’ he thought smugly.

“So, you died?” Willow said, changing the subject.

“Nice segue,” Dawn teased. “I still can’t believe you never told me that story!”

“Xander told you?” Willow asked with a squeak.

“I figured it’d come up after I saw your note,” he interjected.

“Oh, um...can we get back to the part where you died?” Willow asked with an earnest tone.

‘No avoiding it, I suppose,’ he thought with a sigh. “Well, we were at the Fairmont Street Experience when this black truck pulled up really slowly and the window came down...somehow I just knew something bad was about to happen. I grabbed Dawn and turned us around so I was between her and the truck.”

He took a deep breath and glanced over at Dawn to see her eyes glistening with moisture. He looked away before tears threatened to spill from his own. “I remember hearing what sounded like firecrackers...funny, I would have thought it would be louder, what with the enclosed area.”

“He had a silencer,” Dawn said softly. “I saw it when he was going to kill me.”

Choking back a gulp at the thought of Dawn being dead, Xander continued with a raspy edge in his voice. “I felt the pain in my back, and I started to fall...I couldn’t move to catch myself. Then I—”

He trailed off, thinking of the horror and sadness that he’d felt. ‘So don’t want to revisit that,’ he decided.

“Then, that was it,” he said, pausing to clear his throat before continuing. “Next thing I know I’m waking up in a dark box and seriously freaking out before I figured out it was a morgue drawer and not a coffin.” He laughed despite the pain of the recollection. “You can’t imagine how happy I was when I felt the tray roll in the drawer and figured it out. I shoved so hard that the tray rolled out and I fell off onto the floor.”

“How...how long?” Willow whispered.

Xander looked up, about to ask what she meant when he was stopped cold at the sight of tears rolling down his best friend’s face.

“About five hours,” Dawn answered, sounding choked up herself. “God, it felt so much longer than that.”

He reached for her hand and squeezed reassuringly.

“Maybe God likes me after all,” he said with a smile. “He brought be back to you.”

She smiled warmly back at him. “I don’t really care how or why, I’m just happy you are.”

Willow sniffled loudly and then grabbed a handful of napkins to wipe off her face. “Actually, I think I have an idea about that,” she said.

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