Slowly everyone made their way into their own tents to bunker down for the night, all except Lou who was quite happy to stay in Catherine's tent and make out with her for as long as he could. He wasn't quite sure how they had started making out, they had been cuddling and watching the fire flicker outside the tent, the flames casting a warm glow over the campsite, in a way it was kind of romantic if it hadn't been for the whole team fooling around outside. But still, here they were, Catherine's hands roaming his back and ass as his tongue invaded her mouth.
He knew that if they were disturbed again he wouldn't be able to stop this time, this woman drove him crazy but in a good way. All she had to do was look at him, bat her eyelashes and he was putty in her hands, he would do almost anything for her. So to have her in his arms, making those little moans and arching her bad, the man could barely think straight.
Pulling his lips from hers and licking them he ghosted his hand down her body, his touch causing shivers to run down her spine and her eyes to flutter closed again. Her nails scraped down his back, pulling at the fabric of his t-shirt until she reached the hem which she grabbed and tugged at, trying to get him to take it off. Smirking slightly he ignored her tugs and began kissing her neck making her whimper and drag his shirt upwards so she could feel his strong abs.
Slowly he began stripping her until she was naked on the sleeping bag, her nipples erect and begging for his mouth. He didn't leave them waiting long as he lowered his head and sucked her right one into his warm, wet mouth. His fingers manipulating the other, tugging gently and making her writhe. He loved the feeling of her body arching into his.
After spending a good quantity of time lavishing attention on her breasts he knelt up and removed his clothing before settling his body against hers, his erection brushing against her thigh and making her whisper his name against his neck. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled her sweet scent; he'd never tire of her unique scent.
He must have been going to slow because Catherine's hands grabbed his ass and pushed him down hard against her centre. "Please Lou, now." Her begging voice whispered against his ear.
His hands ran down her sides to her thighs, brushed against them softly as he moved them between her legs and parted them more. His strong fingers so close to her aching core made her all the more aroused, promises of what was to come causing her to tilt her head back slightly and bite her lip. Her right hand ran up his back and into the short hair at the back of his head, she tugged it slightly and whispered another plea for him to hurry up.
"Louis, please." Nobody ever called him Louis, it was Lou or Vartann but god did it sound good in her sweet, slightly breathless voice.
He was tempted to keep teasing her just to hear her say his name like that again but the desire to bury himself deep inside her warm, wet walls was too overpowering. With one quick thrust he was inside. It was every bit as good and wonderful as he thought it would be, maybe even more so.
Catherine tossed her head back at an almost painful angle and gripped his waist tightly, anchoring herself against the sensations he was causing her to feel. She already knew the man was big but damn, he was stretching her to the point where it bordered on pain. Lou set a steady rhythm, not too fast and not too slow; his hips rocking against her in a sweet, sensual way making her pant slightly and whimper occasionally.
In the next tent Sara scrunched her face up as her sleep was disturbed by sounds drifting from somewhere nearby. Opening her eyes and blinking in the darkness she sat up and listened to deduce where the sounds were coming from, she shuffled slightly to the left and listened for another sound. Her hand flew to her mouth as she heard a quiet whimper, the unmistakable sounds of sex occurring in the next tent. The tent Lou and Catherine were in.
Quickly moving to the entrance without making a sound she opened the zip and poked her head out to see Greg doing exactly the same opposite her. She glanced towards the purple tent that the sounds were coming from then back over to Greg and in a hushed voice she whispered. "They doing it?"
If Greg's smirk hadn't been answer enough he nodded and in an equally hushed voice answered her. "They've been at it for about 10 minutes, not sure how much has actually been sex but from what I can gather that only started a minute ago." Sara raised a questioning eyebrow. "What? I was reading my book and heard them, and then Catherine's whimpers got louder so I assume that's when he stuck it to her."
Sara shook her head at his phrasing and opened her tent the rest of the way, climbed out and stretched. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep while they were going for it next to her. She made her way over to where Greg was sat and ruffled his hair. "Wanna go for a walk Greggo? Leave them two to finish up."
Greg pouted a little and looked up at her. "But, free porn." That earned him a clip around the ear.
"They're your colleagues and friends sicko, get off your butt and walk with me."
Letting out a sigh Greg slowly stood up and grabbed his jacket, Sara was already halfway across the camp by the time he was following her.
Inside the purple tent the couple were engaging in a passionate kiss when they heard a loud clattering from outside making them both freeze, Catherine's eyes going wide as she pulled her lips from Lou's and mouthed. "Someone's out there."
Lou nodded and pulled out of her, turned around and unzipped the tent just enough to stick his head out. The sight that greeted him was one of Sara pulling Greg up by the collar of his jacket as Greg tried to dislodge his foot from one the metal pots they used for cooking.
"What the hell is going on?" Lou called out making both CSI's turn to face him with matching sheepish grins.
Sara was the one to recover first. "Greg and I were just going for a walk, sorry if we woke you." She tried to keep the smirk at bay.
Greg however wasn't so restrained and outright smirked at the red faced man in the tent. Lou shook his head slightly and poked his bare arm out of the gap as well to point at them. "If you're going for a walk take my lantern, it's in my tent."
Sara nodded and waited until Lou had zipped the tent up again before smacking Greg around the ear.
Inside the ten Lou could hear the sounds of Sara chastising Greg for being clumsy and disturbing people. Licking his dry lips he turned to find Catherine pulling on his t-shirt. "What do you think you're doing?" His voice was gruff, teasing and sexy as hell.
Catherine didn't have time to respond before he pulled the t-shirt back off of her and settled over her again. "I'm not done with you." Normally Catherine didn't like being told what to do, especially in the bedroom but with Lou, she found it incredibly arousing.
Lou wasted no time in slipping back inside of her, his hand covering her mouth to stem her moans. His rhythm picking back up at the same slow pace and working into a faster one. His free hand squeezing and playing with Catherine's breast as he thrust with almost wild abandon.
Catherine just knew she was going to ache tomorrow but it just felt too damn good to stop, her hands gripped at the sheets and her teeth bit into his hand as her body arched and shook with the force of her orgasm, her walls milking Lou to his own release. Forcing her eyes to stay open Catherine watched Lou's face screw up slightly and his mouth open a little as he spilled inside of her.
Slowly his eyes opened and he looked down at her, his mouth curling into a slight smirk. "Damn..."
Smiling, Catherine reached her hand up to caress his cheek. "You okay?" She could still feel the slight tremors of his body.
Lou nodded numbly and rolled to the side of her, instantly scooping her sweaty body into his arms and holding her against his chest. Catherine nuzzled in close, her head against his chest and her fingers playing with the hairs on his chest.
The night suddenly silent again apart from the slight rustle of leaves as the wind blew against them, Lou stared at the top of the tent not sure whether he should make small talk or just stay silent. Catherine made the choice for him as she lifted her head and lightly kissed his lips. "Next time, I'm on top." She smirked and settled her head back against his chest making Lou chuckle and run his fingers through her reddish hair.
"I think that can be arranged." He mumbled sleepily. "Just let me gather my strength; let my troop recover before you take him for another ride."
Catherine giggled and ran her fingers down to his now flaccid penis. "Oh I bet I could get him going." Lou gulped and shifted slightly as she groped him.
He wasn't as young as he once was and he didn't want to disappoint her if he couldn't get hard as quick as he used to. "Sweetheart..."
Catherine smiled and pulled her hand away, kissed his chest and settled against it again. "Don't worry; I don't think I could go again just yet either. You are quite the stallion."
Feeling a little smug Lou kissed the crown of her head and settled himself down to sleep. He was half and half when Catherine's voice drifted to his near subconscious. "I'm sorry for biting you."
That was the last thing he heard before the sandman took him in his clutches for the remainder of the night.