Disclaimer: Still don't own CSI... Damn.
A/N: I'm going to write 10 small CSI fanfics, some with loads of GSR some with minimal GSR I don't know what I'll write until I write them, Inspired by a list of songs which I got from shuffling my music on my comp, sorting them Into the categories I thought they'd fit In & then finally write them!
CSI shuffle fest.
It Feels So Good by Sonique
I feel the pleasure coursing through me which is caused just by touching your flesh, the feel of skin on skin, rough on smooth, my eyes burn down into your flesh. Wanting to feel every inch of you, I explore you with my hands, wanting to know every stretch of your flesh. I start on your shoulders, pressing my hands to your honey coloured skin, peppered thoroughly with brown freckles. I move both my hands down your naked form, past your jutting out shoulder blades, your long arms under my touch I gently grip your elbows, prising them away from your body, I run my fingers down past your elbows. I press a kiss to your inner elbow. I hear a sharp Intake of breath through your gritted teeth, I know only too well on why you did that. You had fractured your arm in two places not too long ago and only just been told it's fully healed. I kiss your inner arm a second time, my beard must be irritable against your soft flesh, and I'm almost surprised you've not pushed me away. I'm glad as this means I can continue my exploration of your slender, beautiful body. I leave the mending bones of your arms and run my fingers down your arms reaching your worn hands; I kiss each one of your knuckles, linking each one of my fingers into your long elegant fingers. I press my fingers to your abdomen feeling your stomach muscles, forming a small yet noticeable six pack, as I grasp your waist with caution, do know it's not my intention to harm you; I simply want to touch you, feel you. My attention is prominent as I kiss your muscles, with my arms around your waist I notice the difference in colour to our flesh, your honey tanned whereas I'm a simple shade of caramel. I keep my arm firmly around your waist; I let my left hand travel precariously from your stomach, down to your upper thigh, I trace lazy patterns onto your skin with feather light touches using the tips of my fingers as I do so I make short work with the exploration as there's one area I needn't explore as I know and love it so well, It's second nature to me to touch, my hands work their way up your body, tracing the paths they've just made. My hands come to their resting place and starting place on your shoulders. I hook my fingers behind your ears; both my hands splayed on your cheeks, my thumbs are free to massage your cheeks, I lightly run my knuckles down your slashed forehead and upper cheek, the cuts are an inch in diameter, they're hard to miss as there's many on your flawless skin now adorned with garish horrific marks. As I close my eyes and press my forehead to yours I realise our bodies are barely touching, there one last thing on my mind that needs my exploration, I open my eyes only to find that yours are tightly shut, your relaxing, It's nice to see you relaxing. I steady my hands and lick the inside of my lips, I long for your loving touch, for your perfect kiss, as my pulse is dart, I can only imagine what yours is like. I prepare for my lips to meet your own. You probably know my next move but that makes the situation more real, I move forward, impossibly forward, I know its so clique but it feels like a lifetime for my lips to be lain onto yours. But when they do, I know it will feel amazing. But this feeling right now, as we wait for the moment that will surely be breathless, just keeping you're under my touch, under my observation, feeling you thinking is amazing in it's self.