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!
The guys' cars were gone, so Heidi offered to drop Michelle at home after Karen got out.

Karen headed up the stairs. Gil opened the door as she reached the last step. "You didn't get a dress?" he asked, surprised. He closed the door behind her and slipped his arms around her waist.

"Yes, actually. I did. Michelle took it home with her - said something about the groom not seeing the dress until the wedding." She rested her head on his shoulder, "Did you talk to Catherine? Is she all right with this?"

"Yes, I spoke with Catherine. She's fine. Why are you worried about Catherine?" His lips pressed against the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

"She's your friend. I'd like her to be my friend as well. Gil, you know, you can't afford to alienate everyone over me. It.....mmm." His lips trailed down her spine to the neckline of her shirt. "You're trying to distract me!"

"Yes, I am."

She turned in his arms to face him. Gil pulled her tightly to him. She could feel his arousal. "It's working....." Her hands began unbuttoning his shirt and she pressed her lips to his chest. "God, Karen, do you have any idea what you do to me?" He moaned as she began to undo the belt on his jeans. Gil's mouth covered hers and his tongue slashed deeply, roughly into her mouth. He moaned again as her hand slid into his jeans and caressed him. "Please" his voice was hoarse with desire, "let's go to bed."

They moved past the boxes that crowded the hallway and into the bedroom. He pulled her to him and again plunged his tongue into her mouth. His hands reaching under her shirt, unfastened her bra and pulled both over her head. His shirt fell on top of hers on the floor as he backed her up to the bed. She sat on the edge and carefully unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. His boxers followed and her mouth engulfed his erection. She grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to her as she took his length into her mouth and then pulled up again until her lips reached the head. She ran her tongue around the head. Again she took him in and pulled up. Again. And again. He moaned loudly and pushed her back, down onto the bed, yanking her jeans and panties off. He lay down on the bed beside her, pulling her on top of him. He could feel how wet she was as she rubbed against him. She straddled him and lowered herself on his cock. "Oh! God! Karen!" His hips thrust up into her; his hands on her hips pulling her down roughly. She moaned as she felt herself filled completely by him. He continued to thrust into her until he felt her body tense. He rolled over on top of her and drew her ankles up to his shoulders, changing the angle as he continued to slam into her over and over again. He felt her body explode beneath him and her fluids wash around him. She was so tight after her orgasm! He could feel his release coming as he continued pounding into her once, twice, before...."KAREN!"

He collapsed beside her, his lips brushing her forehead. "I love you."

Once she had gathered enough strength, Karen wrapped her arms around him and fell asleep with her head on his chest; he lay there, enjoying the feel of her against his bare flesh, pondering what he ought to wear for the wedding tomorrow.

It wouldn't be appropriate to wear the morning suit he'd gotten for his wedding to Heather, so.he'd take it back and exchange it for a tux with a brightly colored vest.he grinned.something no one would expect him to wear...something really eyepoppingly bright.

It wasn't long before he, too, was snoring gently.