Hey guys. This stemmed from a strange conversation between me and my Twin StarbucksTink. Wasn't going to write it as I'm feeling pretty depressed but it wouldn't seem to let me be. There's no real point to it. I own nothing. If I did I may well be a bit happier than I am right now.

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Catherine Willows entered her bedroom giggling, removing her earrings as she headed towards her dressing table. Her long, skin tight red dress clung to every curve as she moved, the deep slit offering a glimpse of creamy thigh when she stepped forward.

Gil Grissom entered a second behind her, shutting the door while he chuckled to himself.

"Ya know, what with you, Hodges as the Hulk and Greg as the Sliver Surfer, I thought the Marvel comic book convention was in town!"

Gil pouted slightly as he pulled his mask off.

"You mean you didn't like my outfit?"

Catherine smiled and turned, strutting towards him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Of course I did, Spiderman. It's very appropriate," she replied, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth.

"Mmm. While we're on the subject of costumes…" he began, letting his eyes trail over her body, making his point. She laughed softly and pulled away but he tightened his grip around her waist, ceasing her movement.

"You have a problem with my costume?"

"Not me personally *Jessica*," he quipped, tugging gently on a bright red strand of her wig. "Although I'm not sure Jim has completely recovered." She giggled once more, burying her face in his chest briefly before pulling away and heading for the closet, removing her wig and dropping it on the chair.

Gil stepped up behind her, grasping her wrist gently. With his other hand he released the clip in her hair, letting the strawberry blonde locks fall softly around her shoulders.

Turning her to face him he bent his head and captured her lips with his. He deepened the kiss as Cath wound her arms round his neck, fingers toying with his hair. He manoeuvred them until Catherine's legs hit the bed, sending them both toppling onto it. Gil broke their kiss then guided Catherine so her head was resting on the pillows before attacking her neck with his lips. Her eyes slipped closed and she was only vaguely aware of her arms being moved above her head. A strange sound caused her eyes to snap open. Gil was straddling her waist, a smirk gracing his face. She tried to sit up but found her arms immobilised. Raising her eye brow she pinned him with a mock glare, which only served to deepen his smirk.

"Gil…"

He pressed a finger to the side of his wrist, a motion that caused what looked like silly string to stream from just below his hand. Her eyes widened.

"You… webbed me?"

He grinned once more while his finger slid the zip on the side of her dress down, revealing her body to his eager eyes.

"Of course. A spider needs to ensure his prey doesn't escape," he replied, locking his lips with hers and preventing any retort she'd been about to give.

Once they were both naked, Catherine turned her head, breaking the kiss and causing Gil to shift his attentions to her neck.

"Gil," she whispered, her breath hitching as he found a particularly sensitive spot. "Where did you put your mask?"

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