A/N: A three part story, based on 8x02. Thank you Ger, for reading through it. It's my first time writing in a more risqué fashion, thoughts would be appreciated. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters below.
He Said, She Said.
"I mean, when did you become intimate?"
Mental translation: When did you sleep with him?
"Two years ago. I think it was a Sunday."
Wait – not Sunday.
Saturday, 11.47pm.
She gasped involuntarily, the second time that night.
The first was caused by Grissom's state-of-the-art tap drenching her white dress, exposing her lacey cotton-candy-pink bra. Not such a good impression for the second time over at his apartment, right?
Right.
He offered her a shirt of his, a plain button down shirt that was long enough to hide her matching cotton-candy-pink underwear, but short enough to make her look like those supermodels who wore nothing but a men's white shirt down the runway in New York, Milan or Paris -
- Which was the cause of her sudden intake of air for the second time that night. She was pinned up against one of his cream walls, his lips placing kisses everywhere.
On her lips, her neck, her collarbone.
And descending.
She reached for his belt, feeling the cool metal buckle against her flushed skin. The clock behind his head documented the time taken for them to remove each other's clothing.
Her oversized button down shirt – two minutes.
His belt – four minutes.
Her bra – one minute
His black Oxford tee – thirty seconds.
"Want to bet I can take all your clothes off before 12 am?" She whispered in his ear, feeling scared and giddy and in love, all at once.
He slipped off her cotton-candy-pink underwear as an answer.
When she woke up, his digital bedside clock read 6.15am. Stretching her arms over her head on his soft grey sheets, feeling the bruises on her back, he startled her as he gently stroked her check.
"11.56 pm, last night. You win the bet."
She laughed, and kissed his nose.
Nine years of 'friendship', seven years of flirting, six years of unrequited love, four years of games, three gasps, nine minutes and one wet dress till she finally got what she wanted.
"I've already won."
