Title: Taking the Cake
Authors: Geek and Peggie
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Pairing: G/Original Character, C/W, N/OC, G/OC
Disclaimers: Yeah, yeah, we know we still don't own them......but we have
fun with them anyway!
Thanks: Heidi for Beta-ing (She's the best!). Grissom's Girl for inspiring
it!
Grissom stood, slowly pulling on his boxers, and the jeans Nick had brought him. He supposed he ought to take ..he thought for a moment.* what was her name? * He stood there horrified at the thought that not only had he married a complete stranger, but also that he couldn't even remember her name.
Sighing, he poured out a cup of coffee, and carried it upstairs to his bedroom. Opening the door slowly and peering round, he stopped dead in his tracks. The bed was empty, for a split second his heart leapt as he prayed it had all been a bad dream, and then sunk, as he knew it wasn't.
He could hear running water; she was obviously having a shower. Putting the coffee on the dresser, he wasn't sure what to do next, so he sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
Something poking out from under the bed caught his eye; he bent to pick it up, and flung it across the room as he realized it was a pair of very brief panties, nothing more than a slip of lace.
And then it hit him. When he woke up, he had been naked, and if she had left her panties on the floor, then the chances were very good that she'd been naked too. He wouldn't have offered odds on the fact that two naked people; having just got married hadn't consummated that marriage in this very bed. He was on his feet in an instant. Panic gripped him..
*Keep calm.* he told himself. *What, exactly, do you remember?* Grissom closed his eyes and let his mind drift back to the evening before.
He remembered going to a club. Nick picked it out - the Tit 4 Tat - if he recalled correctly. They went in a back room. There was a sign, R.I.P. GRISS. How prophetic! Some more drinks....some rather raunchy comments...and then the cake. When she had jumped out of the cake, he had not been surprised. What had surprised him was how beautiful she was. Red hair, electric blue eyes, and a figure! She had teased him into dancing with her. He remembered the dance, the feel of her in his arms, of her skin under his fingertips. It didn't take much coaxing on her part before his mouth had covered hers in a kiss he could still feel.
His eyes flew open as his body responded to the memory of that kiss. No single kiss had ever made him feel like that. He could still hear the water running as he tried to recall what had happened then.
He remembered the teasing from the guys and more kisses. A car ride somewhere, and then Elvis singing in the background. More drinks, toasts and carrying her into his house and up the stairs.
Now the memories became much more vivid. Kissing her, running his hands through her hair, over her shoulders, her breasts. Slowly lowering the zipper on her dress and tasting her neck. Her voice, soft in his hair, as his mouth moved lower to tongue her nipples. She moaned his name as he sucked one hard nub into his mouth and rolled it gently with his teeth. Her hands moving over his shoulders to pull his shirt off. Her skin against his. Pushing her gently down onto the bed, he slid her panties off and dropped them. God, she was beautiful and she was his! She took his hands and pulled him down to her. Tasting her neck, shoulder, breasts, he continued the journey down her body. His tongue circling her navel, and then traveling down to her thighs. Plunging his tongue into her again and again as she writhed beneath him. Her hands pulling him up to kiss him. His mouth covering hers and his tongue pushing gently against her lips. Her mouth opening to him as he shifted his knees between her thighs. He moaned softly as her legs wrapped around his hips and he thrust into her gently at first, but harder and faster as passion overtook them.
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The sound of the water shutting off brought him to the present, shocked to find his body responding to the memories of the night before. There was no doubt in his mind what had happened in his bed last night!
He stood quietly, waiting for...Karen! That was her name, Karen. OK. to come out of the bathroom. He knocked softly and called to her. "Karen, I brought up some coffee. It's on the dresser. There are some clothes in the bottom right-hand drawer that ought to fit you. I'll start some breakfast." He made a quick exit without waiting for a reply. The way his body had responded to the memories of the previous night made him think that a discussion in the bedroom might not be such a good idea.
Karen waited a few minutes listening, and then opened the bathroom door. He didn't sound angry. She couldn't believe what she had done the night before. Jumping out of the cake had been a favor to Al. She'd known him and his wife, Susan, for several years. It wasn't the first time she'd done it. That was how she financed her college education. Usually the guys were really into the strip and the 'bump and grind' of the performance. This man had been different. He had been gentle and sweet and so good-looking! When he had kissed her, she felt it to her toes. No one had ever kissed her like that. But what had happened next was a little blurry in her mind. There was a lot of drinking and teasing involved. The only thing she was sure of was the gold ring on her left hand, and the comfortable muscle aches from their "activity" last night. That thought made her blush! She looked for the coffee. There was a tray with coffee, sugar, cream and a spoon on the dresser. She quickly fixed the cup and sipped the coffee. How thoughtful he was! Maybe this wouldn't be as difficult as she feared. Quickly checking the contents of the dresser, she found boxers, a tee shirt and socks. She finished her coffee, dressed and quietly started down the stairs.
He was in the kitchen, his back to her, cutting a melon. She watched him work, moving gracefully across the room to the stove to flip the omelet cooking there. She wasn't sure what to do or say now. They had married in a state of severe inebriation! Would he blame her? She didn't think so, but there was a lot they needed to talk about. She cleared her throat.
Grissom turned, and was at once struck with the thought of how beautiful she was. "I see you found the clothes. Breakfast is ready, Have a seat." He smiled at her nervousness.
*God, he's gorgeous when he smiles! * Karen took a seat and watched as he split the omelet and deposited half on each plate. He sat down opposite her. Their eyes met briefly as each quickly looked away. Karen picked up her fork and again looked up. As their eyes met again, she blushed, "I don't know whether to laugh or cry. This wasn't how I envisioned the evening ending, you know!" She began to giggle, then she laughed, finally laughing so hard the tears began streaming down her face. Grissom watched for a moment and began to laugh as well. Several minutes later Karen wiped her eyes and look up. "Well, I guess this is as good a time as any to introduce ourselves. I' m Karen Bert, well, legally I guess it's not Bert any more.... So what IS my last name now?" Grissom stared for a moment and the laughter started again.
Grissom stood, slowly pulling on his boxers, and the jeans Nick had brought him. He supposed he ought to take ..he thought for a moment.* what was her name? * He stood there horrified at the thought that not only had he married a complete stranger, but also that he couldn't even remember her name.
Sighing, he poured out a cup of coffee, and carried it upstairs to his bedroom. Opening the door slowly and peering round, he stopped dead in his tracks. The bed was empty, for a split second his heart leapt as he prayed it had all been a bad dream, and then sunk, as he knew it wasn't.
He could hear running water; she was obviously having a shower. Putting the coffee on the dresser, he wasn't sure what to do next, so he sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
Something poking out from under the bed caught his eye; he bent to pick it up, and flung it across the room as he realized it was a pair of very brief panties, nothing more than a slip of lace.
And then it hit him. When he woke up, he had been naked, and if she had left her panties on the floor, then the chances were very good that she'd been naked too. He wouldn't have offered odds on the fact that two naked people; having just got married hadn't consummated that marriage in this very bed. He was on his feet in an instant. Panic gripped him..
*Keep calm.* he told himself. *What, exactly, do you remember?* Grissom closed his eyes and let his mind drift back to the evening before.
He remembered going to a club. Nick picked it out - the Tit 4 Tat - if he recalled correctly. They went in a back room. There was a sign, R.I.P. GRISS. How prophetic! Some more drinks....some rather raunchy comments...and then the cake. When she had jumped out of the cake, he had not been surprised. What had surprised him was how beautiful she was. Red hair, electric blue eyes, and a figure! She had teased him into dancing with her. He remembered the dance, the feel of her in his arms, of her skin under his fingertips. It didn't take much coaxing on her part before his mouth had covered hers in a kiss he could still feel.
His eyes flew open as his body responded to the memory of that kiss. No single kiss had ever made him feel like that. He could still hear the water running as he tried to recall what had happened then.
He remembered the teasing from the guys and more kisses. A car ride somewhere, and then Elvis singing in the background. More drinks, toasts and carrying her into his house and up the stairs.
Now the memories became much more vivid. Kissing her, running his hands through her hair, over her shoulders, her breasts. Slowly lowering the zipper on her dress and tasting her neck. Her voice, soft in his hair, as his mouth moved lower to tongue her nipples. She moaned his name as he sucked one hard nub into his mouth and rolled it gently with his teeth. Her hands moving over his shoulders to pull his shirt off. Her skin against his. Pushing her gently down onto the bed, he slid her panties off and dropped them. God, she was beautiful and she was his! She took his hands and pulled him down to her. Tasting her neck, shoulder, breasts, he continued the journey down her body. His tongue circling her navel, and then traveling down to her thighs. Plunging his tongue into her again and again as she writhed beneath him. Her hands pulling him up to kiss him. His mouth covering hers and his tongue pushing gently against her lips. Her mouth opening to him as he shifted his knees between her thighs. He moaned softly as her legs wrapped around his hips and he thrust into her gently at first, but harder and faster as passion overtook them.
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The sound of the water shutting off brought him to the present, shocked to find his body responding to the memories of the night before. There was no doubt in his mind what had happened in his bed last night!
He stood quietly, waiting for...Karen! That was her name, Karen. OK. to come out of the bathroom. He knocked softly and called to her. "Karen, I brought up some coffee. It's on the dresser. There are some clothes in the bottom right-hand drawer that ought to fit you. I'll start some breakfast." He made a quick exit without waiting for a reply. The way his body had responded to the memories of the previous night made him think that a discussion in the bedroom might not be such a good idea.
Karen waited a few minutes listening, and then opened the bathroom door. He didn't sound angry. She couldn't believe what she had done the night before. Jumping out of the cake had been a favor to Al. She'd known him and his wife, Susan, for several years. It wasn't the first time she'd done it. That was how she financed her college education. Usually the guys were really into the strip and the 'bump and grind' of the performance. This man had been different. He had been gentle and sweet and so good-looking! When he had kissed her, she felt it to her toes. No one had ever kissed her like that. But what had happened next was a little blurry in her mind. There was a lot of drinking and teasing involved. The only thing she was sure of was the gold ring on her left hand, and the comfortable muscle aches from their "activity" last night. That thought made her blush! She looked for the coffee. There was a tray with coffee, sugar, cream and a spoon on the dresser. She quickly fixed the cup and sipped the coffee. How thoughtful he was! Maybe this wouldn't be as difficult as she feared. Quickly checking the contents of the dresser, she found boxers, a tee shirt and socks. She finished her coffee, dressed and quietly started down the stairs.
He was in the kitchen, his back to her, cutting a melon. She watched him work, moving gracefully across the room to the stove to flip the omelet cooking there. She wasn't sure what to do or say now. They had married in a state of severe inebriation! Would he blame her? She didn't think so, but there was a lot they needed to talk about. She cleared her throat.
Grissom turned, and was at once struck with the thought of how beautiful she was. "I see you found the clothes. Breakfast is ready, Have a seat." He smiled at her nervousness.
*God, he's gorgeous when he smiles! * Karen took a seat and watched as he split the omelet and deposited half on each plate. He sat down opposite her. Their eyes met briefly as each quickly looked away. Karen picked up her fork and again looked up. As their eyes met again, she blushed, "I don't know whether to laugh or cry. This wasn't how I envisioned the evening ending, you know!" She began to giggle, then she laughed, finally laughing so hard the tears began streaming down her face. Grissom watched for a moment and began to laugh as well. Several minutes later Karen wiped her eyes and look up. "Well, I guess this is as good a time as any to introduce ourselves. I' m Karen Bert, well, legally I guess it's not Bert any more.... So what IS my last name now?" Grissom stared for a moment and the laughter started again.
