A/N: I blame CSIGeekFan for teasing me with a "What will L stand for? Late?" review for my Alphabet Soup drabbles (although I'm sure she meant "late" as in resulting in a geek baby). However, my mind went a different direction. I couldn't get the idea down to a hundred words so therefore you get this short ficlet. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of CSI.
"What's our excuse this time?" I asked Gil, sitting in our parked vehicle outside of the Las Vegas Convention Center where a party was being held. I looked at my watch to judge the time and concluded that we were already a half an hour late for this particular social function.
"Um…we got lost?" he suggested helpfully.
"We used that last time." I shook my head.
"Stuck in traffic?"
"Used that the time before…"
We sat in silence for a few minutes, both of us deep in thought.
"I think we've run out of excuses," I declared unhappily a few moments later.
"Well, we could always tell the truth."
I looked at him questioningly and wondered what his version of the truth would be.
He didn't make me wait long. "That my wife is a sex kitten…" Gil said before he trailed off, grinning.
Hmmm… a sex kitten? That's what he thinks of me? Interesting. I think I kind of like it. However, I still wasn't happy about being blamed entirely for our tardiness. It takes two to tango after all. "You're going to blame us being late only on me? Mr. 'Oh, Let's Take A Shower Together So We'll Save Valuable Time.' Seriously, Gil?"
"In theory, it should have worked," he stated before continuing, "However, I can't help it if I am unable to keep my hands off of you. You're very, very tempting, darling. Like right now when you're shooting daggers at me, all you're doing is making me hot and bothered. All I can think about now is kissing that red 'fuck me' lipstick right off of your mouth…"
Ten minutes later when Gil opened the passenger side door, I half stumbled out of his Denali. I couldn't help it if my legs felt a bit rubbery after being kissed senseless by him. Damn, his kisses are potent. Placing my hand in his as we walked toward the entrance of the Convention Center, I said, "You know what? We'll just say that we got lost again." It wasn't like they ever believed us anyway… When Gil turned to smile at me, I noticed that he still had some of my lipstick on his face. Oops…
A/N2: I'm having "issues" with my current WIPs, so I distracted myself with this little ficlet. Let me know what you think? Reviews are welcomed!