Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made. No disrespect or
infringement to copyright is intended.
Summary: Some sacrifices are necessary, others are
Warnings: None, although you might want to keep in mind
that this ficlet is my first attempt at writing anything in the CSI
fandom and that it is also unbetaed.
Author's Notes: This ficlet contains Australian spelling.
Rating: R for adult imagery.
Comments: Are welcome at firstname.lastname@example.org
The ancient Greeks, Romans and Aztec's all made virgin sacrifices.
Sometimes the sacrifices were made to appease the Gods of the day,
and other times it was to ensure a fruitful crop, but no matter the
reason, they all had one thing in common -- the virgins went
willingly to their fate.
Even with the heavy drapes drawn to keep out the morning sun I
can't help, or hide the shudder that runs through my body as I take
in the large bed in the middle of room, and the crisp new sheets
adorning what I know will be our altar. This was really going to
happen, my mind demands. I was finally going to surrender my mind,
body and soul to the only one deserving of them.
God, give me strength.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly and then lift my eyes
Gil is dressed in a floor length cotton robe that barely conceals
the well proportioned body beneath it. His hair is damp and slicked
back, covering the grey that is usually more than apparent. He asks
me if I'm okay, did I still want to go through with this and I nod,
not giving his questions a second thought. I wanted this, no matter
how terrifying the thought of having him inside of me was, I wanted
this with him.
Wordlessly I undress and before long I am lying in the middle of
the bed. The sheets are just as I suspected they would be and are
refreshingly cool against my bare shoulders, rump and back. My mind
turns once again to thoughts of young virgins anointed with fine oils
as Gil prepares me. I try not to think about how closely his cock
resembles a knife when he finally positions and then takes me.
There are small traces of blood on the sheets after we finish that
prompts first a mumbled curse and then an unprecedented apology from
my lover. Gil appears both horrified and embarrassed at the same
time. Neither are reactions I am accustomed to seeing from him and
for a moment or two I am not sure how I should behave. I tell him his
apology is unnecessary, that I am not hurt.
To me the stained sheet seems fitting somehow, evidence of what
has happened here today, but I don't say so. Perhaps it is because I
always knew that sooner or later we all had to sacrifice something to
be with the ones we loved and Gil is still to find this out.
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