Go Fish
By: Allison
E-mail: GeckoGal21@lycos.com
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them.
Rating: R - for sexual situations.
Summary: A simple game of cards. GCR.
A/N: Written for csreports...I blame this on Erin, Larui, Clara, and all the other smut filled minds that inspired me. This did not start out like this. I swear. I don't know what happened! I got sick with a very bad cold and this sort of just happened. Fluffy yo - like the furry Dalmatian pillow my dog uses as a hump toy. *snickers*
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"Do you have any eights?" Catherine glanced down at her cards, and then up again, in expectance. "Well do you?"
"Define have?"
"Have, as in are there eights, cards with the number eight on them, in your hand right there?" She asked him, furrowing her brow in annoyance.
"Diamonds, Hearts, Clubs or Spades, my dear?" He replied, smirking.
"Why the hell does suit matter? Eights, damnit, eights...any eight, Gil. "
Grissom pulled his cards away from his face, his eyes sparkling with mystery.
"Well it helps if you specify. I'm just trying to be thorough here."
"You know, Gil, you're really starting to piss me off... For the last time, do you have an eight, of any suit, in your hand?"
"My, my Catherine, aren't we testy this evening?"
"I swear, if I could, I would get up and smack you." Catherine lifted her back up off of the pillows and raised her free hand in mock seriousness, as if ready to strike at any moment.
"You did this to yourself...milady, maybe you should have thought about this before you went and fell down the stairs."
"So sympathetic. Be sure to remind of this conversation when you break your ankle," she growled, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'll be sure to be just as caring."
Grissom threw his hands up. " Hey, I'm just here to keep you occupied. A mere distraction, if you will."
"Who knew distractions could be so damn irritating? Last time I was so distracted, I was on the steps while someone was naked in my bedroom doorway...If you hadn't surprised me maybe we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"Ouch. Thy words cut deep." Putting his hand over his heart, Grissom closed his eyes and promptly fell off his chair, landing with a thud on the floor next to the bed. For a moment, Catherine sat there, pretending not to care. But after a few minute or so she leaned over the bed to check.
"Grissom, you okay down there?"
Nothing.
"Gil?"
Still nothing.
"Come on Gil..." she whined, " I'm getting lonely up here!"
Suddenly his lips were on hers, his arms snaking around her torso, pulling her downwards towards the floor. She landed on his chest with a thud.
"Ouch! Damnit Gil!" Catherine yelped as her elbow connected with the floor. For a moment Grissom stopped, taking her arm with his hands, and trailing kisses up and down it.
"Better?" he asked, smiling.
Catherine moaned with pleasure, throwing off her t-shirt and unclasping her bra. Deciding that Gil was much to clothed she began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his exposed chest as he cupped her breasts with his hands and rubbed them gently with his thumbs.
"Cath are sure with you're...uhh...that you can...?"
"Gil Grissom, do you honestly think a broken ankle would stop me?" Her eyebrows arched upwards with a questioning look, and she moved her hands down to undo his belt buckle.
"I'll take that as a 'No'," he replied sliding off her panties.
"Well we could always go back to playing cards, do you have any eights?" Catherine smiled, squeezing his shaft softly and guiding it inside her.
Grissom grinned back at her.
"Go Fish."
- Fin.
By: Allison
E-mail: GeckoGal21@lycos.com
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them.
Rating: R - for sexual situations.
Summary: A simple game of cards. GCR.
A/N: Written for csreports...I blame this on Erin, Larui, Clara, and all the other smut filled minds that inspired me. This did not start out like this. I swear. I don't know what happened! I got sick with a very bad cold and this sort of just happened. Fluffy yo - like the furry Dalmatian pillow my dog uses as a hump toy. *snickers*
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"Do you have any eights?" Catherine glanced down at her cards, and then up again, in expectance. "Well do you?"
"Define have?"
"Have, as in are there eights, cards with the number eight on them, in your hand right there?" She asked him, furrowing her brow in annoyance.
"Diamonds, Hearts, Clubs or Spades, my dear?" He replied, smirking.
"Why the hell does suit matter? Eights, damnit, eights...any eight, Gil. "
Grissom pulled his cards away from his face, his eyes sparkling with mystery.
"Well it helps if you specify. I'm just trying to be thorough here."
"You know, Gil, you're really starting to piss me off... For the last time, do you have an eight, of any suit, in your hand?"
"My, my Catherine, aren't we testy this evening?"
"I swear, if I could, I would get up and smack you." Catherine lifted her back up off of the pillows and raised her free hand in mock seriousness, as if ready to strike at any moment.
"You did this to yourself...milady, maybe you should have thought about this before you went and fell down the stairs."
"So sympathetic. Be sure to remind of this conversation when you break your ankle," she growled, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'll be sure to be just as caring."
Grissom threw his hands up. " Hey, I'm just here to keep you occupied. A mere distraction, if you will."
"Who knew distractions could be so damn irritating? Last time I was so distracted, I was on the steps while someone was naked in my bedroom doorway...If you hadn't surprised me maybe we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"Ouch. Thy words cut deep." Putting his hand over his heart, Grissom closed his eyes and promptly fell off his chair, landing with a thud on the floor next to the bed. For a moment, Catherine sat there, pretending not to care. But after a few minute or so she leaned over the bed to check.
"Grissom, you okay down there?"
Nothing.
"Gil?"
Still nothing.
"Come on Gil..." she whined, " I'm getting lonely up here!"
Suddenly his lips were on hers, his arms snaking around her torso, pulling her downwards towards the floor. She landed on his chest with a thud.
"Ouch! Damnit Gil!" Catherine yelped as her elbow connected with the floor. For a moment Grissom stopped, taking her arm with his hands, and trailing kisses up and down it.
"Better?" he asked, smiling.
Catherine moaned with pleasure, throwing off her t-shirt and unclasping her bra. Deciding that Gil was much to clothed she began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his exposed chest as he cupped her breasts with his hands and rubbed them gently with his thumbs.
"Cath are sure with you're...uhh...that you can...?"
"Gil Grissom, do you honestly think a broken ankle would stop me?" Her eyebrows arched upwards with a questioning look, and she moved her hands down to undo his belt buckle.
"I'll take that as a 'No'," he replied sliding off her panties.
"Well we could always go back to playing cards, do you have any eights?" Catherine smiled, squeezing his shaft softly and guiding it inside her.
Grissom grinned back at her.
"Go Fish."
- Fin.
