Title: She's Wearing White 4/5
Author: Jaclyn Parker
Summary: Recollections on a very important day for our duo.
Spoilers: Weeping Willows, Grave Danger (in this chapter)
She's Wearing White 4/5
By Jaclyn Parker
The car stopped 15 minutes later, having pulled up at the Renaissance Las Vegas Hotel. When the driver opened the door to let them out, Gil turned and held out his hand to help her out of the car. He then led Catherine into the lobby and held her on his arm as a king would his queen. He placed his hand on the small of her back to help her into the elevator. It was an old motion that he hadn't used often because he was never sure that he had the right to do it before. Now they both knew that it was his alone; a new and welcome feeling for both of them. Catherine looked around and found bouquets of red roses and gardenias woven along the side rails of the nearby stairs and along the edges of the glass elevator. Catherine felt a few tears drop down her face at her husband's thoughtfulness. With the pads of his thumbs, Gil wiped them away in one deft movement and then kissed the tracks they had made on her cheeks. When the elevator stopped on their floor, he again put out his hand and she willingly put her hand in his. He led her down a long corridor and stopped at the door at the end, where the sign read "Presidential Suite". Reaching into his tux jacket he pulled out the card key and swiped it. The lock clicked and he pushed open the door. She started to move past him, but found herself being swung up into the air and being held close to Gil's body. Catherine felt her cheeks grow red and buried her face into his neck as he carried her over the threshold.
Lifting her face again she gasped at the immaculate suite. They were standing in a large living room with a light grey plush sofa, soft velour green arm chair, and a red chaise complete with a black baby grand piano. The windows were long and curved, giving a magnificent sweeping view of the Las Vegas skyline and fading sunset. Two silver candleabras with lit candles were on the piano and their glow gave the room a warm fuzzy feeling. When he finally set her down they moved to opposite sides of the room. To the right was the bathroom suite and as Catherine peeked in she saw a shower with a bench and pulsating shower head, a gold outlined toilet and a full vanity complete with chair and light up mirror. On the other side of the room, nestled into a corner sat a huge, deep, Whirlpool bath tub complete with jets and Jacuzzi functions. It could easily fit two. Maybe she and Gil would.…
"Whoa! Back up a little bit, Catherine." she whispered under her breath. "Reception first, ravishing later."
Stepping back she saw Gil had found the bar area and was pouring champagne into two flutes from the complimentary bottle. Smiling brilliantly, she walked across the room and accepted the flute he held out to her. She raised her glass to his and listened to the crystal clear clink of them hitting together in a silent toast. She drank, letting her eyes wander to the left. There was another room, but the door was almost closed. She moved to it and gave it a slight push open. Gasping in shock, she found herself staring at a huge ivory canopy bed strewn with white and red rose petals. Her brain barely registered that it was their bedroom as she took in the complete room. Another bucket of chilled champagne was waiting by the bed and only the light from the living room gave her the slightest visibility. The room was had about 3 dozen candles that were scattered about the room, waiting to be lit. Bars of soft music played quietly throughout the room from a stereo system located in a cabinet, with the television. Catherine backed out of the room and into Gil's chest. She felt his hot breath on her neck and felt a tremor go through her body.
"Wanna change first?" he said his voice wrapping around her and she didn't know if it was him or the champagne, but she suddenly felt warm all over. She couldn't manage to get her vocal cords working so she just nodded. He grinned at her and led her over to the living room couch. He handed her a long black garment bag and then in a fluid movement moved back to where he had been standing. "I think this one is yours, Catherine. Maybe you should change in the bathroom?"
"What's the matter, Gil? Shy?" Catherine smirked and then swallowed at the dark look of desire he shot her from his safe haven by the bar.
"No. Just not enough will power in the entire world could keep me from you if I had to stand here and watch you strip out of that dress."
Her chuckle came out half choked, her body hot and flushed. With just a nod she hurriedly took the bag from him and turned to go into the bathroom. Realizing she would not be able to get the hook that was under the flower she paused. Turning just her head she glanced back at him over her right shoulder.
"Gil would you?" she asked motioning to the dress.
Gil had never felt the urge to bang his against a marble bar counter top as much as he did at that exact moment. Since the time they had first walked into the suite, her voice had dropped two octaves and now she was throwing a heated look at him over her shoulder and asking him to help her undress her? He could do nothing but nod his agreement to her request and smile like an idiot. His hands were trembling as he slid the zipper down the back, exposing her flesh bit by bit. By the time the zipper ended its course, just barely showing the top of her white satin and lace thong, he had deduced two things: he was an incredibly lucky man and she was the sexiest creature alive, not necessarily in that order.
Gil's glimpse of the thong was enough to make his breath catch in his throat. It seemed to call out to him and he reached out his fingers to trace the path of the top of it. It wasn't enough and he lowered his head to kiss the small of her back where her underwear met skin. His tongue did the same thing his fingers had only moments before. He felt her shudder beneath his touch and heard a slight groan. She pulled away and he straightened, waiting for a reproach about will power, but she didn't turn around or even yell at him. She only mumbled a thank you and practically flew into the bathroom. As he listened to her movements in the other room, Gil collapsed on to the huge grey sofa.
"You idiot!" he chastised himself. "Reception first, ravish later!"
He smacked himself on the forehead and began to loosen his tie. He was just changing into a suit, like the ones he wore to work, but this suit was a black Armani. It had been a pre-wedding gift from Brass, Dr. Al Robbins, Nick, Warrick, Greg, and Nancy's husband Michael with whom Gil got along with famously. While it was incredibly expensive, Gil had been so touched by the gift that he had accepted it with just a soft thank you. He was hopping around the room, trying to get his left tuxedo pant leg off where it had gotten stuck on his heel when she finally made her appearance. Glancing up, he almost went into cardiac arrest. She was only wearing a white terry cloth bathrobe!
"I don't have enough room to change in there." Catherine said simply, a smirk on her face as she watched his Adam's apple bob rapidly. Gil just nodded and ran a look over her and swallowed hard when they reached the floor.
Her bright red painted toenails peeked out from under the bottom of the robe and for some strange reason, Gil found that the most sexy thing in the world at that moment. He placed the now uninhabited pants in front of his boxers like a shield, grabbed his garment bag, and cleared his throat.
"I...I'm gonna change in there then. I'm...I'm sure that I'll be fine." Gil managed to get out. Catherine just kept on smirking and moved aside to let him into the bathroom. He shuffled by, his black silk boxers with butterflies whispering as he moved. Finally both of them were on opposite sides of the open bathroom door once again. He tilted his head and shot her a thoughtful look.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He asked, somewhat taken back.
Catherine leaned in so her mouth was by his ear again and said in a deep voice, "Immensely, darling."
With a growl and a few muttered words under his breath, Gil stepped back and glaring at her shut the door.
Catherine laughed loudly and began to whistle as she dressed into a black pants outfit that had been a wedding gift from Sam Braun. Granted, when he had first given it to her, she balked saying it was too much. He had insisted that it was a no strings attached gift and that was when she had made the mistake of opening the box from Neiman Marcus. She had completely fallen in love with the outfit as he knew she would. The top was a black, crocheted, off the shoulder look with sleeves that flared slightly at the cuffs. The pants were a straight leg soft silk that whispered as she slid them on over her long dancer's legs The last step was to strap on the black halter back Manolo Blahnicks that she had splurged on. She had spent an hour talking herself out of buying them and not surprisingly it only took her ten minutes to talk herself back into buying them. She rationalized that she would wear them again and again, if only to lounge around the house. She had just finished reapplying her makeup when Gil emerged from the bathroom and stole her breath away.
The Armani suit from the guys was well matched to his sophisticated air. He wore a white dress shirt underneath the black suit and a black tie completed the ensemble. A light multicolored enamel and marcasite butterfly tie pin was situated in the middle of the tie, it's garnet body shining in the light. It was a place of honor on his otherwise all black suit. Lindsey had wanted to get him something after he had gotten her the pearls and she had saved up her babysitting and chore money to cover a little more than half of the cost to buy it for him. The pride and love in his voice when he had accepted Lindsey's gift had made Catherine want to marry him on the spot. Taking in the complete picture of her husband, she let out a soft sigh. There was something about a man in a suit that made her blood boil. Oh who was she kidding...it was the man in the suit that made her want to growl like a feral animal. Fanning herself slightly she quickly reigned in her thoughts. At this rate, they'd never make it to the reception.
"Are you ready to go, Mrs. Grissom? They'll be waiting for us." he said, adjusting the onyx cuff link on his right wrist and smiled the boyish smile that only she seemed to be able to bring out in him.
Catherine felt her heart melt all over again as she reached out to accept the hand he held out to her. "I've been ready for a lifetime, Dr. Grissom."
