A/N: Originally for my Alphabet Soup series but I decided to add a bit to it.
A/N2: I'm pretty sure my mind was in the gutter when I wrote this…come join me, we have cookies.
Disclaimer: No ownership of CSI is implied. I just enjoy writing the escapades of the Brown-eyed Beauty & The Bug Man.
All his life, he had been somewhat of an overachiever.
She had made some comment (teasing, she later swore) about stamina and old age. And, well, he couldn't half-ass it, could he?
On the couch? Check.
On the living room floor? Where they had tumbled, seconds later. Check. He had the carpet burns to prove it.
Up against the wall in the hallway, making their way to their bedroom? Check. She would have a couple of bruises tomorrow.
In the shower? To clean up. Check. The bar was broken as proof of their water activities.
In the kitchen, against the granite counter? Check. The food they had gone for to reenergize was still scattered across the floor.
On the kitchen table? Just because it was there. Check. Mental note: Lysol it. Twice.
She moaned, breaking into his reverie, and kissed him. "Think we can make it to the bed this time, stud muffin?" she asked.
He grinned, his eyes holding a predatory gleam.
They half stumbled, half walked their way into the bedroom.
On their bed? Again. Working on checking that off… right about now.
No, sometimes being an overachiever wasn't such a bad thing. It led to some very, very good things, he thought, as he kissed his way down her body.
A/N3: For some reason, my to-do lists are never quite as stimulating... hmmm, must work on that...