Chapter 4/?: Pillow Talk and Sweet Release

Rating: This is the R version. As always, the Supervisor version can be found at my site.


"So..." Catherine sighed. "So--"

"So the moment has been officially ruined?" Grissom suggested, quirking an eyebrow.

She giggled, grasping his shirt and pulling him close. "Well... not quite," she whispered, and brushed her lips softly to his, humming against them when he wrapped his arms around her and laid her down on the bed.

His touches were like feathers, his kisses like drops of warm rain. Catherine was in heaven for sure, and she never wanted to leave. When his lips moved to her neck, she sighed. "Your lips are so soft..."

She felt him smiling against her neck. "I use Chapstick," he quipped.

She giggled, pulling away slightly as she shook her head in amazement. "And just when I thought I knew everything about you..."

He merely smiled, and pressed his lips to hers gently before pulling away, flopping down next to her on the bed... the momentum bouncing her a few inches. She turned on her side to face him, propping her head up in her palm, and he soon mirrored this position, gliding his free hand down her obvious curves to rest on her hip. "So, Gil..." she murmured.

"Hmm?"

"Did you mean what you said, earlier?"

His cobalt eyes met her azure hues, and his forehead wrinkled questioningly. "What?"

The memory of his words sent a shiver down her spine, and subsequently caused her voice to drop to a whisper. "That you've wanted me since you first met me..."

His lips slowly spread into a smile. "Of course."

"I never knew..."

He nodded slowly. "I know. Because I never told you."

She furrowed her brow, her hand finding his cheek as her forehead wrinkled in sadness... the sparkle in her eyes dulling slightly. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

He shrugged lethargically, his eyes roaming her form as he gathered his thoughts. "Lots of reasons," he finally replied cryptically.

She smiled halfway. "Do I get to hear any of them?"

He chuckled. "If you must..." he sighed in mock-exasperation, then paused for a moment. "Well, number one... when I first met you, you were with Eddie."

She shook her head. "But you've said so many times that you always knew Eddie was wrong for me, so why didn't you say anything?"

Another shrug, then, "You seemed happy. Well... sometimes you didn't, but you seemed determined to make it last."

She closed her eyes slowly... sadly, and shook her head. "I should've said something then, I guess, huh?" she questioned in a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

The left corner of her lips tugged upward in a half smirk, her fingertips tracing the contours of his face. "Gil, I've always had a thing for you. Since the moment you walked into the club all those years ago, and you stared straight at my eyes rather than my chest." She grinned. "I was hooked."

"I'd never focus just on your chest, Catherine. Even when we first met, I had the utmost respect for you, and for your body."

"Yeah, I realized that. I should've dropped Eddie right then and there, and gone for you." She shrugged. "I just didn't really think I was your type, so I let it be."

"Not my type?!" he balked, chuckling. "You're extremely intelligent, very kind and caring, and devastatingly sexy, to boot. How could you not be my type?"

She giggled. "I was a stripper. I figured a girl like that would be beneath your standards."

He shook his head. "But I never thought of you as a stripper. Or an exotic dancer. You were just Catherine." He chuckled. "I always thought someone like me was beneath your standards."

"What? Sexy? Brilliant? Dedicated? Sweet?"

"You forgot 'science geek'..."

She laughed, pressing a loud kiss to his lips. "Gil, I've never once thought of you as a 'science geek.' Muck like you've never thought of me as a stripper. I think right from the get-go we both cared too much about each other to stereotype."

"It was strange, with you, though," he murmured.

"How so?"

He shrugged. "Well... I've never been one to believe in love at first sight, but... the first moment you and I locked eyes, I fell in love with you."

"You were in love with me?" she whispered, raising a hand to her heart in a futile attempt to calm its wild palpitations.

"Of course," he smiled into her eyes. "But not in the past tense, Cath. I am in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too, Gil..." she murmured, drawing his body over hers as she laid back on the bed. "So very much."

Their lips came together in a mutual admission of a shared love, their contented sighs mingling together while their hands moved once more to caress and fondle. Grissom's lips left hers to move to her neck, kissing down the soft, creamy skin while his hands resumed their earlier task of unbuttoning her shirt... planting a kiss to each patch of skin as it was exposed. Catherine moaned and arched off the bed to meet his lips... leaning back on her hands as his mouth continued moving downward.

"Tell me when to stop, Catherine..." he murmured, licking a tiny circle around her belly button, before dipping his tongue in and out of it repeatedly.

Raking a hand through his hair, she fell back against the pillows and moaned, "Don't stop."

He smiled, licking her belly button once more before dragging his tongue down the trail of short, fine, light-blond hair that led to the waistband of her denim shorts. He paused there, glancing up to meet her eyes... making sure it was what she wanted. When her eyes sparkled their desire back at him, he knew... and slowly unbuttoned her shorts. After dragging the zipper down, he moved to divest her of the constricting article of clothing, looking up to meet her eyes once more when he heard her gasp. "You okay?" he asked softly, tone filled with concern.

Her voice came out shaky... a crippled whisper. "Yes... I'm more than okay. Please, Gil, don't ever stop."

Smiling sexily into her lust-filled eyes, his voice dropped to a husky timbre. "Your wish is my command."

She exhaled forcefully at his highly arousing comment, and sank back against the pillows once more while his hands continued removing her shorts... caressing her legs as he did so. He turned over his shoulder only briefly as he flung her shorts, watching where they landed before turning back to her. Upon catching sight of the red lace thong she was wearing, his breath left him in a rush. "Oh God..."

Catherine smirked, noting that the 'dopey look' seemed to have taken over his face. "Don't forget to breathe, Gil," she reminded him playfully.

Snapping back to reality, he glared facetiously and wagged his finger at her. "Just for that, y'know what?"

But she never had time to reply, for he whipped the thong off in one fluid motion and dipped his head between her legs, flicking his tongue against her center. She gasped loudly, her back arching completely off the bed... "Oh God, GIL!" before slamming back down again.

"Sshh, sweetheart," he whispered, blowing cool air over her center. "We don't want the kids to think I'm doing something horrible to you, now do we?" He flicked his tongue against her tiny bundle of nerves and whistled briefly, the sensation giving her a full body jerk.

"Oh God, not horrible, so good," she whimpered, bucking against him. "So g--FUCK!" she cried out when two fingers entered her, pumping in and out at a steady pace while his tongue continued its torturous ministrations.

"Sshhh..." he whispered again, the cool air taking her arousal to even greater heights before he flicked his tongue across her again. "The kids..."

"I don't care," she growled.

Grissom teased her by bringing her to the edge several times, then slowing his fingers and the movement of his tongue... bringing her down from the precipice before picking up speed again. Her moans and whimpers begged him... pleaded with him to give her release, and finally... he obliged. He gave one more pump of his long, nimble fingers, and one last flick of the tongue before she cried out his name, her body arching off the bed while she tensed and shuddered, stars bursting behind her closed eyelids.

"Oh wow, Gil..." she whispered as her hips slowly sank back onto the mattress. She turned slightly on her side, smiling as he crawled cat-like up to the pillows, leaning in to nibble on her neck.

She giggled and pressed her hands to his chest, pushing him away slightly so she could gaze into his eyes. "Gil, that was amazing..."

He kissed her softly, smiling a mile wide. "I'm glad you liked it."

Her tone of voice quickly changed. "But now, however..." she murmured, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing down his chest. "I think it's time for me to exact a little revenge."

TBC