See Chapter 1 for info.
2
"Well this is a pleasant surprise."
"Gil, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I can come back if you want. It wasn't important or anything, but you know…"
"Cath."
"What?" She stared at him. He had just gotten out of bed and stood there dressed only in a pair of pyjama trousers. His hair was all ruffled up, and his eyes behind his glasses still showed signs of sleep. He looked absolutely gorgeous.
"You're rambling." His voice brought her back to reality. He watched as she tried to find something to say. "Why don't you come in. I'll put some coffee on."
He smiled as she made her way in through the door. Something big was obviously on her mind. It was the only time that she rambled. He watched as she removed her jacket and placed it on the arm of the couch. She had an impeccable dress sense, he thought to himself as he finally moved into the kitchen. Today she wore a sleeveless black top with tan trousers. He looked up from the pot to see her wondering aimlessly around the lounge area.
"Cath. Sit down." She looked up at him, embarrassed to be caught and he smiled at her, trying to put her at ease. She immediately sat down on the nearest chair, her legs suddenly weak. God, how she loved that smile. She wondered if he knew what it did to her.
"Now what can I do for you today?" he asked, setting two mugs down on the table and sitting down next to her. She looked at him, trying to remember how to breathe. His close proximity was shutting down all her systems. It had never affected her this badly, but lately he made all of her nerve endings tingle with anticipation. Nancy was right, she did have it bad.
"I wanted to talk to you, ok."
"Ok. Anything you want." He took a drink from his mug. "Take your time."
"That's just it Gil. I'm fed up of taking my time. That's been my problem all along, and quite frankly, I don't have all the time that I thought I did." Her voice was becoming angrier and Grissom began to worry.
"Catherine, what's wrong? Are you sick? What's going on?"
"No," she replied, a little calmer. "I'm not sick."
"Then what's the problem?" He looked confused. It made him look even sexier than before. Catherine shook her head.
"Ok. I'm just going to come right out and say it, ok?"
"Ok."
"I want to make sure you're ready for this."
"I'm ready…"
"Because you know, this is really important to me…" Her voice was rising in volume.
"Catherine!" He grabbed her arms to attract her attention. Her rambling was frustrating him and he wanted her to reveal whatever it was that was getting her so flustered. "What?"
"I love you," she shouted at him, realising at the end that she had shouted at him.
"You do?" He was stunned. Ecstatically happy, elated even, but still stunned. He never imagined he would hear her say that to him anywhere other than in his dreams.
"Yes. I couldn't go on anymore without telling you. It's eating me up inside, Gil."
He sat watching her, his hands still gripping her arms.
"You don't feel it back, do you?" Her eyes dropped. He had not realised that any time had passed without him replying, but enough had to make her think that he was going to turn her away.
"Here," he told her, before leaning over and pushing his lips against hers, kissing her like he had always imagined he would. She moaned against him and opened her lips to allow access to his tongue and it's exploration. She pulled away and pressed her lips against his neck, gently kissing the skin she found.
"God, Cath. I've always loved you, I just…" he paused as she found a sensitive spot, and moaned. "I just never thought you felt the same way."
"Then we're both idiots." She brought her fingers down to his stomach and lay her hand against his skin, smiling as she felt the muscles spasm at her touch.
"Do you have any idea what that does to me?" he asked, his breath hard. She moved her hand down lower.
"I think I have a pretty good idea." She brought her lips back to his, kissing hard. She removed them only for the few seconds it took him to remove her top.
He brought his hands up to her breasts and gently caressed them, making her groan into his mouth. Her revenge was to slip her hand down into his pants, wrapping her fingers around his arousal.
"Catherine," he moaned. He grabbed her shoulders and lay back on the couch, pulling her down on top of him. She brought her lips to his chest, kissing him lightly. She could feel his breath quicken under her lips, and she latched onto one of his nipples, sucking at it. That, together with her hand began to bring him towards the edge.
"If you keep that up, I won't last much longer," he rasped, trying to catch his breath. "And you're wearing far too many clothes."
She smiled against his chest. "So I am." She sat up, straddling his thighs, and she reached around to unhook her bra. His hands grasped her breasts the moment they came into view. He could not take his eyes from her as she reached down to undo her zip, repositioning herself over and over until the rest of her clothes ended up on the floor, her breasts still encased inside Gil's warm, strong hands. "Now who's overdressed."
"Me. I need you. Please kiss me," he pleaded. Catherine became even more attracted to him at his unashamed vulnerability, and she leant down to kiss him, this time leading with her tongue which he hungrily accepted.
She reached down and hooked her fingers into the elastic of his pyjamas, pushing them down. He thrust his hips up, allowing her to push them off him, feeling how aroused he was. It was almost more than she could take.
"I want you, Gil," she breathed, her lips finding his once again. Now that they were both naked, there was nothing left to stop them except themselves.
"I'm yours," he replied. "I'm yours Catherine."
She lowered herself down onto his erection, unable to wait any longer to feel him inside her. She had waited so many years already. She moaned as she thrust her way down until he filled her, and began to move, lifting herself up and down, meeting his hips as he thrust himself up into her. She kissed him hard, her tongue matching his thrusts, and she knew she was close to orgasm. It already felt better than any sex she had ever had, and it had not even finished yet.
He could not speak, but he wanted to. He wanted to tell her how he felt, how close he was to exploding inside her, but every time he tried, it came out as a strangled moan. She felt so good around him. He pushed his hips up harder, wanting to bury himself in her.
"God, Gil," she breathed. "I love you." That was all it took. He could feel himself explode, letting himself come inside her, all of the tension and the fear flowed out with his release. She came along with him, calling his name over and over until she collapsed down on his chest, leaving him inside.
They lay there unmoving for a while, the only sounds were of their breath. She lay in his arms, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, feeling more comfortable than she ever had before. It was so right to be here. Why she had not tried this earlier was beyond her right now, along with all real conscious thought. She was brought back to the real world with the feel of his lips against her head.
"I love you," he said, the tone of his voice supporting his words. She smiled.
"I love you too. We should have done this a long time ago."
"Then we really are idiots." He laughed.
"I never thought we could. I never thought I was allowed to tell you."
"Catherine, with me, you can do anything. You've always been able to. I've just never been able to tell you."
"How long do we have until work?" She asked, afraid that this would all end.
"Hours," he replied. There was no way he was going to let her out of his sight anytime soon.
"Great. How about we aim for your bed."
"Fine." He waited until she reluctantly pulled herself from him before he stood and carried her to his room. It had only been forbidden love because they had made it that way. Now they could make it anything they wanted to, and no one could stop them.
