BEAUTIFUL
By Basilea
Disclaimer: Not mine. And I'm not making any money out of this. Spoilers: Like things that happen in real CSI? You kiddin'? Rating: I'll say NC17 for this one, but don't expect anything too explicit. A/N: I was deffinitely in a sappy mood when I wrote this. I've been rewriting some trying to make it sound a bit less fluffy, but I happen to like it as it is now, so, you're stuck with it. Thanks for your coments on this.
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Previously...
'Well, that wasn't that difficult, was it?' He was getting his confidence back. But it only took six words from her and a smile to shake his whole scheme of things again.
"Want me to try it on?"
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Five - Beautiful
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Warrick was mesmerized by the way the sunlight changed her hair color. He had already counted seven different tones of blonde and red and he had only spent forty five minutes awake. 'This would be a perfect way to wake up everyday' he thought, and he snuggled closer to her sleeping body.
She tossed in her dreams and turned around. He knew she was awake when his lips touched hers and she moaned.
"You look beautiful when you sleep"
She opened her eyes and smiled. 'I could get used to waking up like this every day'. He kissed her again. That was what he wanted to hear.
Catherine felt her heart speed up at his touch. His hands were soft and strong at the same time. She felt safe when he touched her. A few images of their previous activities crossed her mind when he slid his tongue down her throat to her collarbones. By the time it reached her navel, her mind was lost in a buzzing cloud of desire, but her body had other needs to feed too. Her stomach made one of the most loud and funny noises she ever heard. It ruined the mood immediately. Warrick lifted his face from her body and look at her with an amuse look in his eyes. Soon both were laughing.
"Go have a shower and I'll fix you something to eat. It seems you really need it."
Catherine stuck her tongue out at him. He licked it.
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"Want pepper on your eggs?!"
"There's no need to yell, War. I'm right here"
Warrick turned to find her standing by the kitchen's doorway, dressed in her new piece of lingerie. His mouth opened at the sight. Now that his mind wasn't trying to picture what was hidden under the covered parts, he could truly appreciate how the black lace fit her body. She was smiling with the confidence a reaction like his provokes.
"I thought since it lasted on that little before, I could wear it while we eat. This way you can see if you really like it."
Warrick closed his mouth and swallowed. Like it? He never thought he could love a thing as much as he loved this small piece of lace.
Catherine walked closer to him.
'I was wondering...' she got even closer, her hands sneaking round his waist, 'how did you know what my size was?' and instead of holding him, she stole a couple of french fries from the plates on the counter and stepped away to the table.
Warrick watched her walk towards the table, memorizing the way her hips moved.
"I've spent the last five years watching you Cath. I thought I knew your body by heart. I was wrong though."
She turned around and leaned on the table.
'You were wrong? I think you came to know it pretty well' And she pushed the straps down her shoulders. The upper part of the body didn't move. 'See? It needs no external ways of support'.
Warrick couldn't take it anymore. He walked to her, food forgoten, too hungry too eat.
'I may have discovered the size, your volumes, but never in my wildest dreams,' -he smiled a wicked smile - 'and believe me, there have been lots of those, would I've never guessed it could be so beautiful'
Catherine reached for him and pulled him closer.
"Am I beautiful? Even though I'm forty?"
He pushed his body to hers and look right into her eyes.
"You're beautiful when you laugh and the lines around your eyes show. You're beautfiul when you're lying naked on the bed and your breasts fall a bit to your sides. You're beautiful when I kiss your C-section scar and you giggle."
Catherine felt tears well up in her eyes. Warrick close the small distance between them and kissed them away.
::: Fin :::
A little note on Cath's C-section: I have no idea if she had one! I think I read it somewhere, but I checked CBS site for this info and it wasn't there, so I guess I read it in a fic... or maybe it was Marg who had a C-section... all I know is my mother needed one when I was born and her scar has always been a reason for joy and saddnes. Having Warrick kissing Cath's made me love him more, so, that sappy little thing stays.
Hope you liked it!
Disclaimer: Not mine. And I'm not making any money out of this. Spoilers: Like things that happen in real CSI? You kiddin'? Rating: I'll say NC17 for this one, but don't expect anything too explicit. A/N: I was deffinitely in a sappy mood when I wrote this. I've been rewriting some trying to make it sound a bit less fluffy, but I happen to like it as it is now, so, you're stuck with it. Thanks for your coments on this.
*** *** ***
Previously...
'Well, that wasn't that difficult, was it?' He was getting his confidence back. But it only took six words from her and a smile to shake his whole scheme of things again.
"Want me to try it on?"
*** *** ***
Five - Beautiful
*** *** ***
Warrick was mesmerized by the way the sunlight changed her hair color. He had already counted seven different tones of blonde and red and he had only spent forty five minutes awake. 'This would be a perfect way to wake up everyday' he thought, and he snuggled closer to her sleeping body.
She tossed in her dreams and turned around. He knew she was awake when his lips touched hers and she moaned.
"You look beautiful when you sleep"
She opened her eyes and smiled. 'I could get used to waking up like this every day'. He kissed her again. That was what he wanted to hear.
Catherine felt her heart speed up at his touch. His hands were soft and strong at the same time. She felt safe when he touched her. A few images of their previous activities crossed her mind when he slid his tongue down her throat to her collarbones. By the time it reached her navel, her mind was lost in a buzzing cloud of desire, but her body had other needs to feed too. Her stomach made one of the most loud and funny noises she ever heard. It ruined the mood immediately. Warrick lifted his face from her body and look at her with an amuse look in his eyes. Soon both were laughing.
"Go have a shower and I'll fix you something to eat. It seems you really need it."
Catherine stuck her tongue out at him. He licked it.
*** *** ***
"Want pepper on your eggs?!"
"There's no need to yell, War. I'm right here"
Warrick turned to find her standing by the kitchen's doorway, dressed in her new piece of lingerie. His mouth opened at the sight. Now that his mind wasn't trying to picture what was hidden under the covered parts, he could truly appreciate how the black lace fit her body. She was smiling with the confidence a reaction like his provokes.
"I thought since it lasted on that little before, I could wear it while we eat. This way you can see if you really like it."
Warrick closed his mouth and swallowed. Like it? He never thought he could love a thing as much as he loved this small piece of lace.
Catherine walked closer to him.
'I was wondering...' she got even closer, her hands sneaking round his waist, 'how did you know what my size was?' and instead of holding him, she stole a couple of french fries from the plates on the counter and stepped away to the table.
Warrick watched her walk towards the table, memorizing the way her hips moved.
"I've spent the last five years watching you Cath. I thought I knew your body by heart. I was wrong though."
She turned around and leaned on the table.
'You were wrong? I think you came to know it pretty well' And she pushed the straps down her shoulders. The upper part of the body didn't move. 'See? It needs no external ways of support'.
Warrick couldn't take it anymore. He walked to her, food forgoten, too hungry too eat.
'I may have discovered the size, your volumes, but never in my wildest dreams,' -he smiled a wicked smile - 'and believe me, there have been lots of those, would I've never guessed it could be so beautiful'
Catherine reached for him and pulled him closer.
"Am I beautiful? Even though I'm forty?"
He pushed his body to hers and look right into her eyes.
"You're beautiful when you laugh and the lines around your eyes show. You're beautfiul when you're lying naked on the bed and your breasts fall a bit to your sides. You're beautiful when I kiss your C-section scar and you giggle."
Catherine felt tears well up in her eyes. Warrick close the small distance between them and kissed them away.
::: Fin :::
A little note on Cath's C-section: I have no idea if she had one! I think I read it somewhere, but I checked CBS site for this info and it wasn't there, so I guess I read it in a fic... or maybe it was Marg who had a C-section... all I know is my mother needed one when I was born and her scar has always been a reason for joy and saddnes. Having Warrick kissing Cath's made me love him more, so, that sappy little thing stays.
Hope you liked it!
