Three of 365

Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS.

Rating: Mature

Summary: There's one weekend of every year that they never miss.

A/N: Hello loves! I haven't written in a long time, but I plan to do some more. I've just been super busy, but I miss writing and my readers! I started this over the winter last year when we were snowed in for about two weeks. It's inspired by a movie I was watching called Same Time Next Year. Enjoy! :)

Gil looked out the window of the MGM Grand Hotel on the 15th floor. The cars passed by with smoke rising from exhaust pipes. People walked on the sidewalks bundled in their North Face jackets and sheepskin boots.

He sighed. It had been a year; a year since he was in Las Vegas, Nevada and a year since he stood in that very room. He wasn't even surprised that the room looked the same: a cream colored carpet, queen sized bed covered in a luxurious gold and burgundy bed spread, a small kitchen with a silver refrigerator and float top stove, a beautiful bathroom with two sinks, a freestanding tub and a walk in shower.

Gil glanced at his reflection in the window. He had changed, but the room hadn't. His hair was now more salt than pepper. His eyes were a darker blue. He felt like he had been the only thing in Vegas that had changed so far. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, just as he heard a click and the door opening.

Catherine appeared with a small, red rolling suitcase. A smile spread across her face when she saw him waiting. "Gil," she said.

She let the door close and walked into his open arms. "Look at you," she said holding his face in her hands.

"Disappointed?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head, "Not at all. You look really good Gil."

"And you look amazing. Beautiful as always," he said brushing a piece of her straight strawberry blond hair behind her ear. He watched as she blushed in his arms. "I've missed you."

"Me too," she whispered against his lips. Her fingers unconsciously drew designs on the back of his neck. Gil pulled her body closer to his, holding her, taking in her scent. He closed his eyes, rubbing his face into her neck. He felt so comfortable in her arms. He took a deep breath, inhaling her delicious exotic scent.

Catherine sighed. She could feel his arms tighten around her body. She knew he missed and needed her. She felt warm and safe just standing there with him. She pressed her cheek against his chest, kissing the fabric of his shirt. She didn't mind spending the whole weekend in that very spot, holding him.

They stood there for a while before Gil kissed her temple. He leaned back and brushed her hair behind her ears before cupping her cheeks and planting a soft and gentle kiss on her lips. They both sighed and whimpered at the contact. It had been so long.

He looked into her eyes, seeing the emotions build up inside of her. He kissed her again, pulling her lips closer. Her lips tasted like chocolate and cherry flavored ChapStick. He could feel her hands roam over his body, sending shivers down his spine. Their kisses became quick and languid before they both were gasping for air.

Gil pushed her jacket and black blazer off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. His hands moved like a wild animal being released from a cage. He couldn't control them. His lips explored the skin on her neck. She tilted her head, giving him better access. Her hands found the hem of his sweater before she tugged on it. Taking her hint, he helped her take it off. She ran her hands up his chest. It was more toned that she remembered as her fingers traveled over his more defined muscles.

Both of their hands tugged and pulled at each others clothes, ready to get them off. Catherine let her arms fall to her side. Gil let her go and watched her walk over to the bed in only her matching red bra and panties. She lay on the bed resting against the pillows. He just watched her. God, she was beautiful; her hair fell over her shoulders, sitting against her smooth skin, her chest rose and fell, her hips and her legs just inviting him.

He climbed on the bed, crawling between her legs.

"You are so beautiful," he said. "I don't know how I live a year without you."

"Since you moved it's been harder," she replied. "But I know that I always have this weekend with you." She traced the outside of his ear.

He kissed her. Her hands ran up his back and over his shoulders.

"Make love to me, Gil," she whispered, "Please."

He undressed her slowly, kissing every inch of her body. Her eyes were glazed with desire and need. He kissed her softly on her lips as their bodies became one. Catherine's eyes slipped closed and her breath quickened. Gil's mouth latched onto her shoulder. A whole year, and the fit was still perfect.

Gil held her hand as he moved above her. Their bodies melted together with each thrust, each kiss, each touch.

"God, Cath…"

She felt the pleasure build in her. Each time she tried to catch her breath, pleasure would take over her body. Her back rose off the bed, thrusting her chest towards him, her fingers dug into the skin on his back and her legs wrapped around him tightly.

"Gil…"

"Let go, baby, I've got you," he whispered to her. She threw her head back, a long whimpering sob escaped from her lips. Gil's teeth dug into her collarbone feeling his own pleasure releasing. Catherine chanted his name as her body shook beneath him. Gil was a breath behind her as he felt the pit of tension send pleasure through his body.

He dug his face into her neck. Catherine kissed his temple and fiddled with the damp hair on the back of his neck.

"Are you okay?" he heard her voice.

"I don't know," he said moving beside her.

"Gil, have you had sex within the last year?"

"If we do it two more times, then we'll beat my average amount of sex per year," he replied staring at the ceiling.

"But… how? Sara?"

Gil quickly shushed her by placing his finger over her kiss swollen lips.

"Please Cath, this weekend is about you and I. Ok?"

"Of course, Gil," she said with a small smile.

"Did I tell you that you still look so amazing," he asked running his hand down her waist. She sighed, feeling the warmth of his hand against her skin. A slight blush flushed her body. Catherine was confident about her body, but with Gil, she just felt different. All she had to do was lie there and he'd compliment her.

"You don't look to bad yourself," she ran her fingers through his hair. She noticed that it was grayer than the last time she had seen him. His face was clean shaven, making him look thinner and a bit older.

"So, what's changed in a whole year?" he asked. Catherine sighed.

"A lot," was her reply.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"Hey, this weekend is about you and I, right?" she asked.

Gil saw the answer in her eyes and heard it in her voice, "Yeah. You must be tired from work."

"A little," she replied.

"How about a nap, then some room service?" he suggested.

"As long as you stay and hold me."

"I'm not going anywhere sweetheart," he replied.

A smile spread across her face before they moved under the blankets. Gil wrapped his arms around Catherine, not wanting to ever let her go, but they both knew his answer only extended to the three of 365 days they had together.

A/N: Soo, how did I do, loves? I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes, btw!