Disclaimer - see chapter one
Chapter Seven
There had been a knock at the hotel room door, and, as her mum was in the shower, Lindsey had cautiously asked who it was before opening the door to Grissom. He had entered, giving Lindsey a hug on his way in, and had been talking to the young lady for ten minutes about what she and his mother had talked about the night before.
Lindsey was just reminding Grissom of the time he set fire to his bedroom curtains whilst playing with a chemistry set, when Catherine came out of the bathroom, apparently not realising they had company.
"Lindsey, have you seen - " she stopped, unsure whether she should first be happy to see Gil, or embarrassed to be in her current state of undress. "Gil! Erm. good morning."
She blushed when his only response was the hungry look in his eyes as he started at her feet and ran his gaze up her long, slender legs, past the towel she had wrapped around her - no doubt, she imagined, trying to picture what was underneath -, and up to meet her eyes. Suddenly feeling like the temperature in the room had risen a hundred degrees, she excused herself and returned to the bathroom. Much to Lindsey's relief.
"She's so embarrassing sometimes," her daughter said, shaking her head.
Gil just smiled, keeping his attention on the door to the bathroom, the last place he had seen her.
*****
Five minutes later, Catherine emerged once more, this time wearing a bath robe, and with her hair arranged neatly.
"Sorry about that," she said to Gil, sitting on the edge of the bed, opposite where he was seated on their sofa.
He smiled at her with the same look of passion and desire he had given earlier. "It's quite alright."
She blushed again, lowering her eyes away from his gaze, in embarrassment, but smiling at the feeling his expression stirred within her, and at the memory of last night.
Lindsey watched the two of them, suspiciously, as they held a short, staggered conversation. They were just asking each other how they were, yet both could not stop smiling, and her mother's cheeks were permanently glowing red. Thinking to herself that they were like a couple of love-sick teenagers, she asked her mum if it would be okay for her to use the shower now, and left them alone.
They fell into silence. When Lindsey had been in the room, they had to control themselves. Now, it was as if they weren't sure what they should do. They just sat in silence, both grinning, and occasionally giggling.
*****
After almost five minutes of this, they both stood up, unintentionally, at the same time. This caused them to giggle again.
"I was just - " they, simultaneously, started to explain, both stopping to concede to let the other speak, and both declining this offer.
They could feel the butterflies fluttering in their stomachs. Last night had been what they had both been waiting for for too long, but where did they go from there? They had kissed. Several times. They had both felt their desire to do more, but it was not practical. And maybe it wasn't advisable.
These thoughts were there, but were overcome by the same force that had pulled them together the previous night. Their eyes had locked, and that was it. He wrapped his arms around Catherine's waist and pulled her as close to him as possible, impacting his lips on hers with all the passion he held within him. She returned the kiss, running her hands through his hair to the back of his neck, to make sure he wasn't going anywhere.
This kiss was hungrier than those they had shared before. Their tongues duelled violently, their hands ran over the other's body, longing to remove the materials that separated their skins, but knowing that they couldn't.
Their bodies crashed onto the bed, and as she fell, Catherine's robe fell away from one leg. This reminded Grissom that access to her body was possible with out removing any clothes. He ran his hand gently up the side of the exposed leg, smiling as he felt her tremble against him at his touch. He allowed the hand to run up and down her leg several more times, enjoying how aroused Catherine was becoming, and knowing it was having the same affect on him.
Moving his hand to her waist, he unfastened the robe, without any protest from the woman lying in front of him, completely under his spell. He slipped his hand inside, trailing his fingers lightly up her side, noting which places were most sensitive, for future reference, recognising them as her lips tensed against his when he passed them.
As he moved his hand to her breast, and began to lightly stroke around the flesh, she remembered where they were and why they couldn't do this, but forgot again, momentarily, when she felt his mouth surround her nipple, sucking on it gently, while his hand massaged her skin. She sighed with enjoyment, careful to monitor the volume of her outburst. Grissom released her and smirked at the effect he was having on her, as he kissed his way back to her lips, being sure to plant many kisses on the sensitive part of her neck that he had found last night.
Finding her lips once more he pressed himself against her, so she could feel his arousal as he kissed her frantically, not wanting to waste any of the time they did have. Her own arousal deepened at the feel of his hardness and she moaned, quietly, partly releasing tension, and partly in disappointment and anger that they had to stop.
"Gil!" she said breathlessly, "We really can't do this now!"
He pulled back and smiled, his eyes dark with desire, "I know. Sorry. I just can't seem to let you go." He kissed her again.
"Oh, I know that feeling," she sighed, and was about to give into him again when she realised that the sound of running water had stopped and Lindsey could come back any minute. She composed herself and pushed Gil off of her.
"Hey!" he reprimanded, playfully.
"Go!" she said quietly, standing and fixing her robe.
"Why?" he argued.
"Because I just look flushed. You look. aroused," she smiled.
Agreeing that it was best that he leave, he arranged to meet them downstairs for breakfast in half an hour, and kissed her one last time. As he opened the door, they heard the bathroom lock click, and she hurried him out, but not before he managed to whisper 'I love you'.
TBC.
Chapter Seven
There had been a knock at the hotel room door, and, as her mum was in the shower, Lindsey had cautiously asked who it was before opening the door to Grissom. He had entered, giving Lindsey a hug on his way in, and had been talking to the young lady for ten minutes about what she and his mother had talked about the night before.
Lindsey was just reminding Grissom of the time he set fire to his bedroom curtains whilst playing with a chemistry set, when Catherine came out of the bathroom, apparently not realising they had company.
"Lindsey, have you seen - " she stopped, unsure whether she should first be happy to see Gil, or embarrassed to be in her current state of undress. "Gil! Erm. good morning."
She blushed when his only response was the hungry look in his eyes as he started at her feet and ran his gaze up her long, slender legs, past the towel she had wrapped around her - no doubt, she imagined, trying to picture what was underneath -, and up to meet her eyes. Suddenly feeling like the temperature in the room had risen a hundred degrees, she excused herself and returned to the bathroom. Much to Lindsey's relief.
"She's so embarrassing sometimes," her daughter said, shaking her head.
Gil just smiled, keeping his attention on the door to the bathroom, the last place he had seen her.
*****
Five minutes later, Catherine emerged once more, this time wearing a bath robe, and with her hair arranged neatly.
"Sorry about that," she said to Gil, sitting on the edge of the bed, opposite where he was seated on their sofa.
He smiled at her with the same look of passion and desire he had given earlier. "It's quite alright."
She blushed again, lowering her eyes away from his gaze, in embarrassment, but smiling at the feeling his expression stirred within her, and at the memory of last night.
Lindsey watched the two of them, suspiciously, as they held a short, staggered conversation. They were just asking each other how they were, yet both could not stop smiling, and her mother's cheeks were permanently glowing red. Thinking to herself that they were like a couple of love-sick teenagers, she asked her mum if it would be okay for her to use the shower now, and left them alone.
They fell into silence. When Lindsey had been in the room, they had to control themselves. Now, it was as if they weren't sure what they should do. They just sat in silence, both grinning, and occasionally giggling.
*****
After almost five minutes of this, they both stood up, unintentionally, at the same time. This caused them to giggle again.
"I was just - " they, simultaneously, started to explain, both stopping to concede to let the other speak, and both declining this offer.
They could feel the butterflies fluttering in their stomachs. Last night had been what they had both been waiting for for too long, but where did they go from there? They had kissed. Several times. They had both felt their desire to do more, but it was not practical. And maybe it wasn't advisable.
These thoughts were there, but were overcome by the same force that had pulled them together the previous night. Their eyes had locked, and that was it. He wrapped his arms around Catherine's waist and pulled her as close to him as possible, impacting his lips on hers with all the passion he held within him. She returned the kiss, running her hands through his hair to the back of his neck, to make sure he wasn't going anywhere.
This kiss was hungrier than those they had shared before. Their tongues duelled violently, their hands ran over the other's body, longing to remove the materials that separated their skins, but knowing that they couldn't.
Their bodies crashed onto the bed, and as she fell, Catherine's robe fell away from one leg. This reminded Grissom that access to her body was possible with out removing any clothes. He ran his hand gently up the side of the exposed leg, smiling as he felt her tremble against him at his touch. He allowed the hand to run up and down her leg several more times, enjoying how aroused Catherine was becoming, and knowing it was having the same affect on him.
Moving his hand to her waist, he unfastened the robe, without any protest from the woman lying in front of him, completely under his spell. He slipped his hand inside, trailing his fingers lightly up her side, noting which places were most sensitive, for future reference, recognising them as her lips tensed against his when he passed them.
As he moved his hand to her breast, and began to lightly stroke around the flesh, she remembered where they were and why they couldn't do this, but forgot again, momentarily, when she felt his mouth surround her nipple, sucking on it gently, while his hand massaged her skin. She sighed with enjoyment, careful to monitor the volume of her outburst. Grissom released her and smirked at the effect he was having on her, as he kissed his way back to her lips, being sure to plant many kisses on the sensitive part of her neck that he had found last night.
Finding her lips once more he pressed himself against her, so she could feel his arousal as he kissed her frantically, not wanting to waste any of the time they did have. Her own arousal deepened at the feel of his hardness and she moaned, quietly, partly releasing tension, and partly in disappointment and anger that they had to stop.
"Gil!" she said breathlessly, "We really can't do this now!"
He pulled back and smiled, his eyes dark with desire, "I know. Sorry. I just can't seem to let you go." He kissed her again.
"Oh, I know that feeling," she sighed, and was about to give into him again when she realised that the sound of running water had stopped and Lindsey could come back any minute. She composed herself and pushed Gil off of her.
"Hey!" he reprimanded, playfully.
"Go!" she said quietly, standing and fixing her robe.
"Why?" he argued.
"Because I just look flushed. You look. aroused," she smiled.
Agreeing that it was best that he leave, he arranged to meet them downstairs for breakfast in half an hour, and kissed her one last time. As he opened the door, they heard the bathroom lock click, and she hurried him out, but not before he managed to whisper 'I love you'.
TBC.