Disclaimers: In the first part. I don't own them, yadda, yadda, yadda..
AN: Ok this is chapter 6b. This is unbeta'd although Laeta did offer, bless her heart. But I think its fine on its own. Same rating as before. I can't think of anything else at the moment. Again read and review. I see my bribery worked. Do I have to hold part c? I didn't think so. Hopefully it'll be along shortly. I won't post the previously part, coz I just posted that earlier, but they were about to watch Rear Window. Enjoy.
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"You still awake?" Gil asked as the ending credits flashed on the screen. He was lying on his side on the couch, his back to the cushions. Catherine was in his arms, her back to his chest, his leg thrown over hers.
She shifted to her back, looking at him. "Wide awake," she stated. "And ready to play," she added with a mischievous smile.
"You are, are you?" Gil trailed his fingers down her neck and chest, settling on her breast and stoking softly, feeling the nipple harden under his fingers.
"Oh yes. I have an idea. Let's neck like teenagers at the drive-in." Catherine kissed his neck, moving to his jaw and tracing a line to his mouth with her tongue. She kissed him; small quick kisses, never lingering in one place for very long.
"And the advantage of that would be?" Gil asked between kisses.
"We don't have to worry about getting caught," Catherine stated logically. "And I won't slap you if you cop a feel. In fact, I'll slap you if you don't." She ran her tongue over his bottom lip, dipping inside when he parted his lips.
"Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you," he said, slipping his hand under her tank top and cupping her breast in his hand. He deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth slowly and thoroughly, his fingers teasing her nipple. He shifted and lowered his mouth to her breast, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking. He pulled back and looked at the wetness on her tank top.
"You need to get rid of this," he said, his voice low and husky, a sound that sent shivers up her spine. He ran his hands up her ribcage, pausing to tickle her.
"Stop that!" she giggled, attempting to wriggle away from his fingers, but his legs over hers and his left arm pinning her to him made that impossible. She shrieked when Gil dug his fingers into her side, her laughter ringing throughout the house. She tried to pull her elbow down to protect herself, but he quickly grabbed her wrist, holding her arm over her head.
Gil lowered his head, attempting to kiss her, but she was laughing and squirming too hard and his kiss landed on her cheek. "I thought you wanted to neck?"
"I do," she managed between giggles. "But you have to stop first."
"Your wish is my command. How's this?" He asked as he moved his hand back to her breast. "This is my favorite part anyway," He muttered.
"Your favorite?" One eyebrow hit its zenith.
"Well one of them anyway. I like all your parts. All 2000 of them." He grinned at her. He pulled her tank top up, exposing her breasts. Lowering his head, he ran his tongue around her nipple. He heard her sigh of pleasure as he took it into his mouth and sucked, gently at first then harder as she arched her back offering him more. He released her nipple with a small sound.
"Don't stop," Catherine protested.
"My back is getting a cramp. I'm too old to do this on the couch."
Catherine looked at the cushions. "We could take the cushions off the back, they're removable." She smiled at him. "And you are not too old."
"For what I have planned it is." He stood up and offered her his hand. "Come on." He pointed to her bedroom. "Go. Strip."
"Would you like that to music?" Her grin was wicked. She stood slowly, making sure she brushed against his visible erection.
He threaded his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her quickly to him. His kiss was hard and swift and he released her just as quickly. "Go," he ordered. "Before I change my mind and take you right here."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Catherine was enjoying herself. She'd always loved the quick wit that existed between them, but now since there was a new dimension to them, she loved it even more. She got a kick out of teasing people and he was a worthy opponent.
"Stay and find out. But I guarantee you'll like what I have planned in the bedroom."
"What is it?" Catherine asked eagerly.
"I'm not tellin'. Just go." He pointed again to the bedroom.
"Please?" Catherine pleaded, looking so much like Lindsey that he had to laugh. She sidled up to him, running her hands up his chest. "I'll be good," she promised.
"You've already been good. Very good, in fact." He grabbed her hands as they dipped into the waistband of his shorts.
"I'll be even better."
"You can't improve on perfection, Cath."
"Oooohh, smooth, Gil. Very smooth."
"I try. Now will you just go?"
"Alright! I'm going." Catherine turned around and headed to the bedroom. She stopped just inside the door, hiding behind it, slid her tank top off slowly and with one arm dropped it on the floor outside the bedroom. She peeked around the doorframe. 'Good, he's still watching,' she thought. "You coming?"
"Not yet. But I will be and so will you," He quipped as he turned around and walked into the kitchen.
Catherine chuckled, quickly shed the rest of her clothes and lay down on the bed, waiting.
"Gil? What's taking so long? I'm getting lonely in here," she called a couple minutes later. She thought she heard the ding of the microwave, but she wasn't sure.
"I'm on my way. Close your eyes and keep them closed."
She did as she was told.
"Are they closed?" he asked as he poked his head into the room.
"They are."
Gil walked over to the bed and set the bottle he was carrying on the bedside table. He quickly slid out of his clothes and sat next to her.
"You ready?"
She nodded and felt something warm and sticky drizzling onto her breast. "Chocolate," she murmured with a small smile.
"You peeked," he accused her.
"Every woman knows the smell of chocolate. Even if it is just Hershey's Syrup." Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue lapped at the chocolate covering her nipple, gently at first then harder. She moaned in protest when he lifted his head from her breast, but she didn't have to wait long as she felt the chocolate hit her stomach and down to her navel, and lower still. She opened her eyes and saw Gil watching her. She could taste the chocolate on his lips and his tongue when he kissed her. Catherine watched as he lowered his head to her chest right below her breasts and kissed, licked and sucked his way down her body. His tongue was incredibly erotic, yet loving, his hands caressing her bare flesh. Catherine's hands fell to his head, gently holding him to her, the small part of her brain that was functioning amazed at how he was managing to the desire within her into a raging inferno. By the time he reached her center, she was almost mad with desire.
Catherine gasped and her body tensed when she felt his tongue run gently across her center, parting her folds and delving into her. The sweat popped out on her skin and she moaned from deep in her throat, her hips lifting to allow him better access. She was so close to the edge, but she wanted him inside of her when she came. She gently tugged at his hair.
"Gil, please," she whimpered.
He slowly, too slowly for her kissed his way back up her body.
"Gil Grissom, if you're not inside me in 5 seconds, I'll." Catherine threatened.
Gil settled himself between her thighs, running the tip of his erection over her sensitive skin.
"You'll do what?" He asked as he continued his teasing.
"I'll.I'll scream," she managed.
"But, Cath, you've already done that," he quipped as he slid into her.
Catherine sighed, a lusty sound from deep in her throat and wrapped her legs high around his hips. "Make me scream again."
"As you wish." He pulled back and thrust into her, slowly pulling back and then thrusting deep.
Catherine met his thrust with her own, scraping her nails along his back, pulling his head to hers. She kissed him, her tongue mimicking the thrusting of their hips. Sweat was running down her neck and her body was tensing, her orgasm close. She clenched her muscles rhythmically, desperately wanting him to climax with her.
"God, Cath," Gil managed. Her movements were driving him insane with desire and he felt his orgasm building. He increased his thrusts and emptied himself into her with a groan as she gasped out his name, her back arching as her climax washed over her.
Gil pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing rapid and irregular. "God you are amazing, Catherine."
"I am?"
"Absolutely amazing. But I think I'm going to need clearance from my doctor if we keep this up." He rolled to his back, and Catherine snuggled into his side.
"I think you'll be okay." She was quiet for a moment, trying to get her breathing under control. "Then again, we both might need clearances from our doctors."
"Catherine?" Gil asked, running his hand up and down her back.
"Hmmm?"
"Wear your hair curly tonight like you did that night." He tugged at her hair.
Catherine was confused and levered herself up on one elbow. "What night?"
He looked at her, his gaze intense. "The night I saw you out with him. The night I realized that I was in love with you."
"You did? That night? Where? At the restaurant?" Catherine sat up, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I didn't see you." At his look, she realized how it must have hurt him to see her out with Horatio and to know she was so intent of her 'date' that she missed him. The truth was that she did have a good time; Horatio was a charming man and it was nice to get out. She'd missed that. She'd needed that. But still, there was something missing, and now she knew what that something was, or rather who. The more Catherine thought about it, the worse she felt. Gil had said he was a 'ghost' in school and obviously had some insecurities about that time in his life. Hell, they all did and some of them never went away. And she knew instinctively that Gil thought Horatio was everything he was not. She had told him before that he had no people skills and he had no 'personal stuff'. She could see how it would hurt to see her with someone else; someone whom he thought had more to offer than he did. 'Why didn't he see that he had so much to offer just as he was?' she thought.
She looked over her shoulder to him. "You showed much more restraint than I would have."
"Really? How so?" Gil asked, sitting up behind her and pulling her back against his chest.
"Well, if it had been you sitting there with another woman and I'd just had that realization, I would have ripped her hair out by the roots." Cath angled her head and kissed his jaw.
Gil chuckled. "And they say men are the more violent of the species."
"Just don't get between me and my man." She grinned sheepishly.
"I never pegged you for the jealous type." He smiled at her.
Catherine shrugged one shoulder and replied nonchalantly. "I'm not the jealous type, I'm territorial, Gil. There's a difference."
"And that would be?"
"I trust you completely. I just don't want anyone else near you." Catherine quit trying to explain the inner workings of the female mind and changed the subject. "I'm sorry you had to see that." She tilted her head and looked at him. "I want you to know that nothing happened. We had dinner; he took me home and walked me to the door. That's it."
"Catherine, this is none of my business. You don't owe me an explanation."
Catherine moved around so she faced him. "If this," she waved her hand between them, "hadn't happened, it wouldn't be any of your business. Or if it had been a long time ago, I wouldn't tell you. But this is recent and I want you to know that there was never anything there. He's a nice man and I had fun, but that was it." She leaned forward and kissed him, not surprised at all when he deepened the kiss, branding her with his mouth. She knew he needed the reassurance. She pulled back a bit and smiled at him, the smile that made his knees weak and his heart stop for a few beats. "This time Mr. Grissom, you get the girl."
"One request, Cath." At her quirked eyebrow, he continued. "Wear that dress for me. Please? How long was that dress anyway? I didn't get a good look at it." He kissed her again.
She placed her hand over his and moved it down her body, stopping at mid- thigh. "About here," she answered against his mouth.
"Wow!" he answered as she straddled his waist, her knees by his chest.
Sitting up, she brushed the hair back from her face. "So are you going to make reservations? Get the same table?"
He ran his hands over the flare of her hips, and up her abdomen, cupping her breasts in his palms, his fingers caressing her nipples. "Nope," he answered vaguely, watching her nipples harden.
She covered his hands with her own, encouraging him to continue. "No?"
He looked up at her and grinned broadly. "I just want to take you out of that dress, that's all."
"I think that can be arranged." She leaned forward, putting her hands on the mattress on either side of him, bracing herself. "You want the whole nine yards? Stockings, thong, strappy stilettos?"
"Uh, yeah," Gil gulped. "What about the bra?"
"I didn't wear one."
"Well, then, that settles it. We definitely can't go to dinner. I'd never be able to keep my eyes or my hands off of your.assets."
"That could prove to be interesting." She met his mouth with hers and they kissed, long, slow deep kisses that continued for several minutes.
Gil flipped her onto her back and buried his face in her neck. He stayed that way for a while, enjoying the feel of her arms around him, her fingers trailing along his spine, her legs entwined with his.
"Are you asleep?" Catherine asked him a few minutes later.
He shook his head. "No," he murmured against her neck. "Just thinking."
She knew he could think in silence for hours if left undisturbed so she prompted him. "About what?"
Levering himself on his elbows, he confessed. "About us."
Catherine knew where he was going, but she wanted to hear him say it. Some things just needed to be spoken. "What about us?"
'Damn her,' he thought. 'She's going to make me say it.' He took a deep breath. "Where are we going to go from here? I mean we can't go back."
Catherine smiled gently. "No, we definitely can't go back. Where do you want to go from here? What do you want?" She knew what she wanted, she wanted forever. The forever she naively thought was going to get with Eddie. Now, she knew what it was like to love and be loved in return. And she knew she wouldn't let go of this love, no matter what happened in the future, she was in it for the long haul. That was how she was.
"I want forever," Gil said, echoing her thoughts. He was rewarded with a beautiful smile from her and to his surprise she started giggling.
"Gee, Gil, does this mean I'm your girlfriend now?"
Gil chuckled, "Aren't we a little old for that boyfriend girlfriend stuff?"
"We are. Lovers?" Catherine offered. "Friends?"
He nodded and then shocked the hell out of her, not an easy task. "Husband and wife?"
Her mouth dropped open and she stammered. "Are you saying."
Gil interrupted her. "I'm just saying that maybe we should think about it. I don't want to be alone anymore. I want.I want 'personal stuff'. I'm tired of going home to my 'hermetically sealed condo'. What do you think?"
"Wow. I'm speechless." Catherine looked at him carefully. "You mean skip the getting to know each other. Do not pass go; do not collect 200 dollars, just go straight to marriage? Gil, are you sure we know each other well enough for that?"
"Catherine, we've known each other for over 15 years. I think we know each other well enough."
Catherine was suddenly, inexplicably nervous and when she was nervous she rambled. "Yeah, but you don't know my living habits. What if I look like a troll in the morning, I might scare you. Maybe I snore in my sleep. I don't always pick up my clothes; sometimes I just throw them on the floor. And sometimes Lindsey and I eat McDonalds for three days in a row, because I'm too tired to cook. And I hate putting laundry away. I let it pile up until I can't stand it anymore."
Gil laughed and covered her mouth with his fingers, effectively silencing her. "First of all, you could never look like a troll. It's impossible and I don't scare easily. I don't care if you snore. We can get those strips things I've seen advertised on tv. I like McDonalds and I'll put the laundry away." He paused a moment. "I'm not saying let's run out tomorrow and get married at The Little Chapel of Love complete with a singing Elvis. You asked where I wanted to go with this and I'm telling you. I want this," he waved his hand between them, "forever. Think you can handle that?"
Catherine was silent for a moment. He'd shocked her and even scared her a little. She loved him and now she couldn't and wouldn't live without him. But marriage? She'd failed so miserably with Eddie, and part of her was afraid to try again. But this was Gil, not Eddie. She gazed into his blue eyes, eyes so full of love and promise and her heart overrode her mind and she answered him.
"Yes, I think I can. No. I know I can." She kissed him thoroughly and asked, "When?"
"Well there are steps to this. First, don't you think you need to talk to Lindsey?"
"Oh yeah. I guess I should. She'll be thrilled. She loves you to death you know."
"Did you forget about her?"
Catherine smiled sheepishly. "Well, I have been a bit distracted." She kissed him again and wrapped her legs around his hips. "I don't want to talk about Lindsey. I don't want to talk at all. Make love to me."
"I think I can manage that."
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tbc..next part: work. Hmmmm. What kind of trouble can these two get into? Maybe they'll be good, maybe not. It's not written yet. *winks*
AN: Ok this is chapter 6b. This is unbeta'd although Laeta did offer, bless her heart. But I think its fine on its own. Same rating as before. I can't think of anything else at the moment. Again read and review. I see my bribery worked. Do I have to hold part c? I didn't think so. Hopefully it'll be along shortly. I won't post the previously part, coz I just posted that earlier, but they were about to watch Rear Window. Enjoy.
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"You still awake?" Gil asked as the ending credits flashed on the screen. He was lying on his side on the couch, his back to the cushions. Catherine was in his arms, her back to his chest, his leg thrown over hers.
She shifted to her back, looking at him. "Wide awake," she stated. "And ready to play," she added with a mischievous smile.
"You are, are you?" Gil trailed his fingers down her neck and chest, settling on her breast and stoking softly, feeling the nipple harden under his fingers.
"Oh yes. I have an idea. Let's neck like teenagers at the drive-in." Catherine kissed his neck, moving to his jaw and tracing a line to his mouth with her tongue. She kissed him; small quick kisses, never lingering in one place for very long.
"And the advantage of that would be?" Gil asked between kisses.
"We don't have to worry about getting caught," Catherine stated logically. "And I won't slap you if you cop a feel. In fact, I'll slap you if you don't." She ran her tongue over his bottom lip, dipping inside when he parted his lips.
"Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you," he said, slipping his hand under her tank top and cupping her breast in his hand. He deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth slowly and thoroughly, his fingers teasing her nipple. He shifted and lowered his mouth to her breast, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking. He pulled back and looked at the wetness on her tank top.
"You need to get rid of this," he said, his voice low and husky, a sound that sent shivers up her spine. He ran his hands up her ribcage, pausing to tickle her.
"Stop that!" she giggled, attempting to wriggle away from his fingers, but his legs over hers and his left arm pinning her to him made that impossible. She shrieked when Gil dug his fingers into her side, her laughter ringing throughout the house. She tried to pull her elbow down to protect herself, but he quickly grabbed her wrist, holding her arm over her head.
Gil lowered his head, attempting to kiss her, but she was laughing and squirming too hard and his kiss landed on her cheek. "I thought you wanted to neck?"
"I do," she managed between giggles. "But you have to stop first."
"Your wish is my command. How's this?" He asked as he moved his hand back to her breast. "This is my favorite part anyway," He muttered.
"Your favorite?" One eyebrow hit its zenith.
"Well one of them anyway. I like all your parts. All 2000 of them." He grinned at her. He pulled her tank top up, exposing her breasts. Lowering his head, he ran his tongue around her nipple. He heard her sigh of pleasure as he took it into his mouth and sucked, gently at first then harder as she arched her back offering him more. He released her nipple with a small sound.
"Don't stop," Catherine protested.
"My back is getting a cramp. I'm too old to do this on the couch."
Catherine looked at the cushions. "We could take the cushions off the back, they're removable." She smiled at him. "And you are not too old."
"For what I have planned it is." He stood up and offered her his hand. "Come on." He pointed to her bedroom. "Go. Strip."
"Would you like that to music?" Her grin was wicked. She stood slowly, making sure she brushed against his visible erection.
He threaded his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her quickly to him. His kiss was hard and swift and he released her just as quickly. "Go," he ordered. "Before I change my mind and take you right here."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Catherine was enjoying herself. She'd always loved the quick wit that existed between them, but now since there was a new dimension to them, she loved it even more. She got a kick out of teasing people and he was a worthy opponent.
"Stay and find out. But I guarantee you'll like what I have planned in the bedroom."
"What is it?" Catherine asked eagerly.
"I'm not tellin'. Just go." He pointed again to the bedroom.
"Please?" Catherine pleaded, looking so much like Lindsey that he had to laugh. She sidled up to him, running her hands up his chest. "I'll be good," she promised.
"You've already been good. Very good, in fact." He grabbed her hands as they dipped into the waistband of his shorts.
"I'll be even better."
"You can't improve on perfection, Cath."
"Oooohh, smooth, Gil. Very smooth."
"I try. Now will you just go?"
"Alright! I'm going." Catherine turned around and headed to the bedroom. She stopped just inside the door, hiding behind it, slid her tank top off slowly and with one arm dropped it on the floor outside the bedroom. She peeked around the doorframe. 'Good, he's still watching,' she thought. "You coming?"
"Not yet. But I will be and so will you," He quipped as he turned around and walked into the kitchen.
Catherine chuckled, quickly shed the rest of her clothes and lay down on the bed, waiting.
"Gil? What's taking so long? I'm getting lonely in here," she called a couple minutes later. She thought she heard the ding of the microwave, but she wasn't sure.
"I'm on my way. Close your eyes and keep them closed."
She did as she was told.
"Are they closed?" he asked as he poked his head into the room.
"They are."
Gil walked over to the bed and set the bottle he was carrying on the bedside table. He quickly slid out of his clothes and sat next to her.
"You ready?"
She nodded and felt something warm and sticky drizzling onto her breast. "Chocolate," she murmured with a small smile.
"You peeked," he accused her.
"Every woman knows the smell of chocolate. Even if it is just Hershey's Syrup." Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue lapped at the chocolate covering her nipple, gently at first then harder. She moaned in protest when he lifted his head from her breast, but she didn't have to wait long as she felt the chocolate hit her stomach and down to her navel, and lower still. She opened her eyes and saw Gil watching her. She could taste the chocolate on his lips and his tongue when he kissed her. Catherine watched as he lowered his head to her chest right below her breasts and kissed, licked and sucked his way down her body. His tongue was incredibly erotic, yet loving, his hands caressing her bare flesh. Catherine's hands fell to his head, gently holding him to her, the small part of her brain that was functioning amazed at how he was managing to the desire within her into a raging inferno. By the time he reached her center, she was almost mad with desire.
Catherine gasped and her body tensed when she felt his tongue run gently across her center, parting her folds and delving into her. The sweat popped out on her skin and she moaned from deep in her throat, her hips lifting to allow him better access. She was so close to the edge, but she wanted him inside of her when she came. She gently tugged at his hair.
"Gil, please," she whimpered.
He slowly, too slowly for her kissed his way back up her body.
"Gil Grissom, if you're not inside me in 5 seconds, I'll." Catherine threatened.
Gil settled himself between her thighs, running the tip of his erection over her sensitive skin.
"You'll do what?" He asked as he continued his teasing.
"I'll.I'll scream," she managed.
"But, Cath, you've already done that," he quipped as he slid into her.
Catherine sighed, a lusty sound from deep in her throat and wrapped her legs high around his hips. "Make me scream again."
"As you wish." He pulled back and thrust into her, slowly pulling back and then thrusting deep.
Catherine met his thrust with her own, scraping her nails along his back, pulling his head to hers. She kissed him, her tongue mimicking the thrusting of their hips. Sweat was running down her neck and her body was tensing, her orgasm close. She clenched her muscles rhythmically, desperately wanting him to climax with her.
"God, Cath," Gil managed. Her movements were driving him insane with desire and he felt his orgasm building. He increased his thrusts and emptied himself into her with a groan as she gasped out his name, her back arching as her climax washed over her.
Gil pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing rapid and irregular. "God you are amazing, Catherine."
"I am?"
"Absolutely amazing. But I think I'm going to need clearance from my doctor if we keep this up." He rolled to his back, and Catherine snuggled into his side.
"I think you'll be okay." She was quiet for a moment, trying to get her breathing under control. "Then again, we both might need clearances from our doctors."
"Catherine?" Gil asked, running his hand up and down her back.
"Hmmm?"
"Wear your hair curly tonight like you did that night." He tugged at her hair.
Catherine was confused and levered herself up on one elbow. "What night?"
He looked at her, his gaze intense. "The night I saw you out with him. The night I realized that I was in love with you."
"You did? That night? Where? At the restaurant?" Catherine sat up, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I didn't see you." At his look, she realized how it must have hurt him to see her out with Horatio and to know she was so intent of her 'date' that she missed him. The truth was that she did have a good time; Horatio was a charming man and it was nice to get out. She'd missed that. She'd needed that. But still, there was something missing, and now she knew what that something was, or rather who. The more Catherine thought about it, the worse she felt. Gil had said he was a 'ghost' in school and obviously had some insecurities about that time in his life. Hell, they all did and some of them never went away. And she knew instinctively that Gil thought Horatio was everything he was not. She had told him before that he had no people skills and he had no 'personal stuff'. She could see how it would hurt to see her with someone else; someone whom he thought had more to offer than he did. 'Why didn't he see that he had so much to offer just as he was?' she thought.
She looked over her shoulder to him. "You showed much more restraint than I would have."
"Really? How so?" Gil asked, sitting up behind her and pulling her back against his chest.
"Well, if it had been you sitting there with another woman and I'd just had that realization, I would have ripped her hair out by the roots." Cath angled her head and kissed his jaw.
Gil chuckled. "And they say men are the more violent of the species."
"Just don't get between me and my man." She grinned sheepishly.
"I never pegged you for the jealous type." He smiled at her.
Catherine shrugged one shoulder and replied nonchalantly. "I'm not the jealous type, I'm territorial, Gil. There's a difference."
"And that would be?"
"I trust you completely. I just don't want anyone else near you." Catherine quit trying to explain the inner workings of the female mind and changed the subject. "I'm sorry you had to see that." She tilted her head and looked at him. "I want you to know that nothing happened. We had dinner; he took me home and walked me to the door. That's it."
"Catherine, this is none of my business. You don't owe me an explanation."
Catherine moved around so she faced him. "If this," she waved her hand between them, "hadn't happened, it wouldn't be any of your business. Or if it had been a long time ago, I wouldn't tell you. But this is recent and I want you to know that there was never anything there. He's a nice man and I had fun, but that was it." She leaned forward and kissed him, not surprised at all when he deepened the kiss, branding her with his mouth. She knew he needed the reassurance. She pulled back a bit and smiled at him, the smile that made his knees weak and his heart stop for a few beats. "This time Mr. Grissom, you get the girl."
"One request, Cath." At her quirked eyebrow, he continued. "Wear that dress for me. Please? How long was that dress anyway? I didn't get a good look at it." He kissed her again.
She placed her hand over his and moved it down her body, stopping at mid- thigh. "About here," she answered against his mouth.
"Wow!" he answered as she straddled his waist, her knees by his chest.
Sitting up, she brushed the hair back from her face. "So are you going to make reservations? Get the same table?"
He ran his hands over the flare of her hips, and up her abdomen, cupping her breasts in his palms, his fingers caressing her nipples. "Nope," he answered vaguely, watching her nipples harden.
She covered his hands with her own, encouraging him to continue. "No?"
He looked up at her and grinned broadly. "I just want to take you out of that dress, that's all."
"I think that can be arranged." She leaned forward, putting her hands on the mattress on either side of him, bracing herself. "You want the whole nine yards? Stockings, thong, strappy stilettos?"
"Uh, yeah," Gil gulped. "What about the bra?"
"I didn't wear one."
"Well, then, that settles it. We definitely can't go to dinner. I'd never be able to keep my eyes or my hands off of your.assets."
"That could prove to be interesting." She met his mouth with hers and they kissed, long, slow deep kisses that continued for several minutes.
Gil flipped her onto her back and buried his face in her neck. He stayed that way for a while, enjoying the feel of her arms around him, her fingers trailing along his spine, her legs entwined with his.
"Are you asleep?" Catherine asked him a few minutes later.
He shook his head. "No," he murmured against her neck. "Just thinking."
She knew he could think in silence for hours if left undisturbed so she prompted him. "About what?"
Levering himself on his elbows, he confessed. "About us."
Catherine knew where he was going, but she wanted to hear him say it. Some things just needed to be spoken. "What about us?"
'Damn her,' he thought. 'She's going to make me say it.' He took a deep breath. "Where are we going to go from here? I mean we can't go back."
Catherine smiled gently. "No, we definitely can't go back. Where do you want to go from here? What do you want?" She knew what she wanted, she wanted forever. The forever she naively thought was going to get with Eddie. Now, she knew what it was like to love and be loved in return. And she knew she wouldn't let go of this love, no matter what happened in the future, she was in it for the long haul. That was how she was.
"I want forever," Gil said, echoing her thoughts. He was rewarded with a beautiful smile from her and to his surprise she started giggling.
"Gee, Gil, does this mean I'm your girlfriend now?"
Gil chuckled, "Aren't we a little old for that boyfriend girlfriend stuff?"
"We are. Lovers?" Catherine offered. "Friends?"
He nodded and then shocked the hell out of her, not an easy task. "Husband and wife?"
Her mouth dropped open and she stammered. "Are you saying."
Gil interrupted her. "I'm just saying that maybe we should think about it. I don't want to be alone anymore. I want.I want 'personal stuff'. I'm tired of going home to my 'hermetically sealed condo'. What do you think?"
"Wow. I'm speechless." Catherine looked at him carefully. "You mean skip the getting to know each other. Do not pass go; do not collect 200 dollars, just go straight to marriage? Gil, are you sure we know each other well enough for that?"
"Catherine, we've known each other for over 15 years. I think we know each other well enough."
Catherine was suddenly, inexplicably nervous and when she was nervous she rambled. "Yeah, but you don't know my living habits. What if I look like a troll in the morning, I might scare you. Maybe I snore in my sleep. I don't always pick up my clothes; sometimes I just throw them on the floor. And sometimes Lindsey and I eat McDonalds for three days in a row, because I'm too tired to cook. And I hate putting laundry away. I let it pile up until I can't stand it anymore."
Gil laughed and covered her mouth with his fingers, effectively silencing her. "First of all, you could never look like a troll. It's impossible and I don't scare easily. I don't care if you snore. We can get those strips things I've seen advertised on tv. I like McDonalds and I'll put the laundry away." He paused a moment. "I'm not saying let's run out tomorrow and get married at The Little Chapel of Love complete with a singing Elvis. You asked where I wanted to go with this and I'm telling you. I want this," he waved his hand between them, "forever. Think you can handle that?"
Catherine was silent for a moment. He'd shocked her and even scared her a little. She loved him and now she couldn't and wouldn't live without him. But marriage? She'd failed so miserably with Eddie, and part of her was afraid to try again. But this was Gil, not Eddie. She gazed into his blue eyes, eyes so full of love and promise and her heart overrode her mind and she answered him.
"Yes, I think I can. No. I know I can." She kissed him thoroughly and asked, "When?"
"Well there are steps to this. First, don't you think you need to talk to Lindsey?"
"Oh yeah. I guess I should. She'll be thrilled. She loves you to death you know."
"Did you forget about her?"
Catherine smiled sheepishly. "Well, I have been a bit distracted." She kissed him again and wrapped her legs around his hips. "I don't want to talk about Lindsey. I don't want to talk at all. Make love to me."
"I think I can manage that."
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tbc..next part: work. Hmmmm. What kind of trouble can these two get into? Maybe they'll be good, maybe not. It's not written yet. *winks*
