Paint by Numbers - Part Four
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Gil was already back in the room as Catherine entered. She adopted a darling smile and he couldn't help but admire how cute she looked in the baggy white overalls. She hadn't put her arms in the sleeves yet, so the torso of the overalls hung at her waist. She just seemed to be dwarfed by the clothing and Gil found it hard not to rush her and crush her in an embrace.
"Nice suit." She commented on the equally baggy overalls that he adorned.
He bent down, pouring yellow paint into various mixing trays that already housed reds and blues. "Instead of enjoying the view, maybe you could help me mix some paint." He grinned.
Catherine rolled her eyes and looked around the room. There were several canvases leaning against the wall. Her eyes fell to the double mattress lying on the floor, pushed up against the wall where a clean canvas hung. "Are you going to have your wicked way with me, Mr. Grissom?" She asked seductively.
Gil's head snapped up and his eyes met hers. He could feel the blush redden the tips of his ears and he immediately looked down, concentrating on the paint. It wasn't exactly what Catherine had said that embarrassed him but more so her ability to almost read his mind; he had been thinking along the same lines when he had brought the mattress in. Gil wet his drying lips. "It's so you don't get hurt." He stated.
"Oh, I never thought you liked it rough." Catherine tried to conceal the evil grin that crept on her face, loving the embarrassed reaction she was getting out of Gil.
"Catherine." It was meant as a warning, but he couldn't prevent the playful undertone. He got up and retrieved a padded jacket. "Here."
She put her arms through the sleeve of the jacket and inhaled sharply as she felt his hands against her back. She felt his hand glide up in harmony with the zipper and held her breath as his fingers lingered at the base of her neck.
Gil couldn't pry his fingers away from her exposed skin, the softness of her hair tickling them.
"Hey guys!" Sara Sidle walked in, another moment interrupted.
"I didn't know this was a public viewing." Catherine muttered under her breath. She bent down and toyed with the different colours, stirring and mixing.
Gil looked at the younger CSI. "Sara."
"Yeah, I just wanted to know if you have any cases - Warrick and I just finished the DB found in the residential area. Turned out to be a domestic dispute gone bad, husband confessed."
Gil shrugged and looked at Catherine. "Paper work?" He offered to Sara. Noticing her look of disgust, he continued, "until we get another call. Then you and Warrick will be on that."
Sara glanced beside Gil, noticing the paints, the canvas and the mattress. She looked at him wide-eyed. "Grissom, what are you guys doing?"
"Oh, Gil and I decided to take up body painting. We're into the kinky stuff." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"Cath." Gil's warning came out more of a surprised exclamation. He turned to Sara and gave her an embarrassed smile, and for some reason, neither confirmed nor denied Catherine's words.
"Bye Sara." Catherine called over her shoulder as she started to put the overalls over the padded suit.
Sara looked at Gil and he smiled a 'goodbye' and turned his attention to Catherine. Sara left the room, slamming the door behind her. Gil looked at Catherine expectantly.
"Tough love." She imitated his earlier tone of voice.
Gil chuckled and held up the folder that Nick had dropped off earlier. "Robbins says that the bruises are more consistent on her right shoulder and back." He said as Catherine took off her shoes.
She stood on the mattress and squatted slightly, stretching out her muscles. "So I just . . . throw myself at the mattress?" She looked at him skeptically. "Are you sure this isn't one of your lame-ass jokes?"
Gil smiled secretly. "First, your going to throw yourself at the canvas, yes. This is willing, so you know how much your body can take. Then we'll use the dummy over there," he paused, examining her amused look, "not this dummy," he pointed to himself, "the other dummy", he pointed behind him, "and I get the honours of throwing it against the wall."
"Ecklie." She read the name tag and glanced at Gil.
Gil shrugged, changing subjects. "I have Greg and a few others down at trace trying to separate the different impact points." He walked beside the mattress, near the canvas. "We'll compare notes after."
Catherine nodded, steadied herself on the mattress and lunged towards the canvas. Her shoulder came in contact with it, and she bounced off it, landing on the mattress. "Like that?" She looked up at Gil who was smiling.
"Like that." He produced a brush from behind his back. "But let's add the paint, shall we?"
She looked at the still blank canvas. "Yeah." She said, slightly out of breath. She stood there as Gil began to paint her, mixing in reds, blues, yellows and greens. The feeling of the brush gliding over her arms, legs, hips and back were having some rather arousing effects and she fought hard to keep her libido in check.
"Here." Gil handed her the paint brush and motioned for her to do her chest and tummy.
She tried to hide her embarrassed smile as she concentrated on putting even coats of paint on her front. She jumped a little when she felt the brush against the back of her thighs, moving north. She bit her lip as she felt the brush glide over her buttocks, realizing that she was so turned on that if Gil even thought about touching her, she was sure she'd explode on the spot.
"All done." He dropped the paintbrush in the pan and stepped back, admiring his art. He took the paint brush from her hand and invited her. "Your canvas awaits." Gil watched as she stepped on to the mattress, a dazed look in her eyes. When her back was to him, he let out a long breath, forgetting to breathe as he was lavishing her body with paint.
Catherine took a deep breath and charged the canvas, knocking it with her right shoulder. She stood up and charged again, each time hitting it with a different area of her body, and different colours slowly made their way, mixing and imposing on top of each other.
When the canvas began to get full, Gil took a fresh one. He stopped her before she lunged again. "Let's freshen you up." He took her hand and brought her to the center of the room. He bent down and watched as she tried to catch her breath. He handed her a bottle of water as he began to mix some more paint. "You okay?"
Catherine smiled, touched by the concern in his voice. "Yeah, thanks." She said, a little distantly. She could feel her body craving his touch, waiting for her to be painted by his hand. She let out a small gasp as she felt his hand on the small of her back.
"Catherine?"
She continued to look straight ahead, trying to keep her mind from his presence, until she felt something poke the tip of her nose. She focussed and saw the retreating form of Gil's finger. "Gil!" She brushed the back of her hand on her nose and noticed a blue residue. "You put paint on my face?" She asked with playful shock.
Gil's childish grin disappeared as an uneasiness took over. "Now Catherine, we do have an experiment to conduct." He put his hands up in defence, backing away from her approaching form. He sighed in relief as she stopped, and his eyes then danced to her nose and unable to contain his emotions, he burst out laughing.
Catherine's jaw dropped. "It's not funny, Gil." She lunged at him, a handful of paint landing on his chest due to her miscalculations. "Damnit." She began to run back to the cans of paint that lay in the middle of the room when she felt him tackle her down to the ground. "Get off!" She giggled, kicking playfully.
They wrestled each other to the paint cans, laughing and struggling with the other. Gil made it on top, pinning her down on her tummy, underneath his weight. Both were breathing heavily now, and Gil discreetly dipped his fingers into a can of red paint and waited for her to make the next move.
Catherine struggled a bit, however liking the feeling of his weight pressed into her back, she squirmed and managed to turn onto her back, facing him. They both locked eyes, and desire began to creep it's way past their eyes and into their hearts.
Gil bent down slowly, never taking his eyes off hers until his lips were but a breath away. He was now straddling her, and he felt her move against him, her hips moving to a rhythm that his body wanted to adopt as well. Just as he was about to capture her lips with his, he felt some wet substance hit his cheek. He opened his eyes in shock, looking at Catherine's hand now incased in green. "You didn't." He breathed.
Catherine laughed maniacally. "Check mate." The smile began to disappear and turn into the acceptance of a paint fight. They both struggled against each other, dipping their hands in the paint cans and both standing tall, challenging the other to make a move. "You know, this means war." Catherine grinned. She made a few taunting lunges, but Gil remained in his spot, observing her. "You know, classically, the man makes the first move." She said, trying to get him to crack.
"Times have changed, and maybe some men prefer the woman to make the first move." He answered, his eyes diving deep beneath hers. Somewhere down the line, their banter changed from a paint fight to something more, and neither knew what to make of the situation.
"Just do it, Gil!" Catherine yelled, feeling the paint drip from her fingertips. "Just be aggressive." She tried to coax him, having a plan unfold in her head: he would charge, she would move out of the way at the last second, and then douse him in paint. She chuckled at her plan, and the next thing she knew, she was thrown on to the mattress with a panting Gil on top of her. She lay there stunned, loving the feel of his body against hers. A breathy moan escaped her mouth but it was lost in his as he bent down to capture her lips. His tongue explored her awaiting mouth, as his hands crept down to her breasts. He massaged her, causing her to arch her back, pressing herself further into him. She let her hands travel down from his lower back to his sexy ass, cupping each cheek.
"God Cath," he breathed in her ear, as he thrust himself against her, overalls rubbing against overalls.
She could feel his erection pressing into her inner thigh and her body ached to be joined to his. She sought out his mouth, her lips clamping over his bottom one and drawing it in, sucking on it, showing him her prowess. She smiled, realizing how much it turned her on to hear him breathe so loudly, to hear him groan whenever she brushed her hand against his arousal. She brought her lips to his neck, biting down ever slightly, then sucking the wound.
A knock on the door caused them to scramble to a standing position. Gil stood facing the door while Catherine bent down and began mixing some more paint, her lust-heavy expression hidden from the others.
"Come in." Gil said, trying to keep his voice steady. He bent down, one knee on the floor and pretended to observe the canvas that Catherine's body had created. «God . . . her body.» He thought, feeling his pants grow tighter under the overalls. He was glad that they were so baggy and prayed that his growing arousal wasn't blatant to who ever was standing at the door.
"Grissom," Sara stepped in, eyeing the mess of different coloured paints scattered around the floor, canvases and mattress, "Doc Robbins wanted me to give this to you." She handed him a folder. "He said that the trauma to the head was actually related to the death, as further inspection revealed that she fell on her head, and the weight of her body crushed the spine at the base of the neck."
Gil nodded. "Thanks Sara." He stood up, facing away from her and Sara's eyes immediately fell to his backside, noting a distinct impression of two hands on his lower back, trailing down to the top of the back of his thighs.
Catherine stood up and walked over to Gil. Sara's eyes grew even wider noticing the hand prints on her chest. As Gil turned to show Catherine the folder, Sara's eyes fell to his crotch, were paint seemed to be smudged, though concentrated in that area. Her eyes flicked to both their faces, noticing paint in their hair and on their skin. A small, indistinct squeak came out of her mouth as she turned-tail and exited the room, the door closing in her wake.
Both senior CSIs waited, and turn to each other simultaneously, Gil dropping the file and pushing Catherine against the canvas. His lips sought hers once more and his hands, now rough with drying paint, caressed her cheek and neck. He angled his face, diving in her mouth, trying to taste as much as he possible could. He pressed in to her, her hands travelling to his waist. He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers as they fought to catch their breath. "We should talk about this."
Catherine nodded, her face still captured by Gil's strong hands. She was about to open her mouth when Greg burst in. All three froze.
"Uh. . ." Greg stuttered, not sure what to make of the situation of Catherine being pinned against a canvas by their supervisor. "I . . . uh . . ." He opened and closed his mouth several times, still not able to form a coherent sentence.
Gil pulled away from Catherine and snatched the folder from Greg's hands. "Thank you Greg." He said, trying to keep a professional attitude.
"Uh . . ." Greg looked from Gil to Catherine and repeated the motion several times before grinning like an idiot.
"Greg." Gil drew out his name as a warning, not bothering to look up from the file he was reading.
Catherine stepped up and glanced over Gil's shoulder. "Not a word, Greggy." She too threw in her warning.
"But c'mon!" Greg finally found his voice. "Do you know the amount of praise I would get for having this information?" He became excited. "I'd be king!"
"You'll be dead if this gets out." Gil knew it was an empty threat and a small smile betrayed the severity of it.
Greg pouted. "Yeah, but we have the best CSIs in the business - they'd find out it was you." He began to leave.
"Not a word, Greg." Gil threw at him. As soon as Greg left, both Gil and Catherine looked at each other. This time, Catherine pushed Gil against the door that Greg had just made his exit by. He stopped, hearing a loud 'thud', rolled his eyes and headed towards the break room, hoping he could catch someone to taunt them with his discovery. «They said not to tell, but they didn't say anything about someone *guessing*. . . » He ran down the hall. "This is gold!" He yelled, causing some of the other lab technicians to cast him an odd look.
—TBC—
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Gil was already back in the room as Catherine entered. She adopted a darling smile and he couldn't help but admire how cute she looked in the baggy white overalls. She hadn't put her arms in the sleeves yet, so the torso of the overalls hung at her waist. She just seemed to be dwarfed by the clothing and Gil found it hard not to rush her and crush her in an embrace.
"Nice suit." She commented on the equally baggy overalls that he adorned.
He bent down, pouring yellow paint into various mixing trays that already housed reds and blues. "Instead of enjoying the view, maybe you could help me mix some paint." He grinned.
Catherine rolled her eyes and looked around the room. There were several canvases leaning against the wall. Her eyes fell to the double mattress lying on the floor, pushed up against the wall where a clean canvas hung. "Are you going to have your wicked way with me, Mr. Grissom?" She asked seductively.
Gil's head snapped up and his eyes met hers. He could feel the blush redden the tips of his ears and he immediately looked down, concentrating on the paint. It wasn't exactly what Catherine had said that embarrassed him but more so her ability to almost read his mind; he had been thinking along the same lines when he had brought the mattress in. Gil wet his drying lips. "It's so you don't get hurt." He stated.
"Oh, I never thought you liked it rough." Catherine tried to conceal the evil grin that crept on her face, loving the embarrassed reaction she was getting out of Gil.
"Catherine." It was meant as a warning, but he couldn't prevent the playful undertone. He got up and retrieved a padded jacket. "Here."
She put her arms through the sleeve of the jacket and inhaled sharply as she felt his hands against her back. She felt his hand glide up in harmony with the zipper and held her breath as his fingers lingered at the base of her neck.
Gil couldn't pry his fingers away from her exposed skin, the softness of her hair tickling them.
"Hey guys!" Sara Sidle walked in, another moment interrupted.
"I didn't know this was a public viewing." Catherine muttered under her breath. She bent down and toyed with the different colours, stirring and mixing.
Gil looked at the younger CSI. "Sara."
"Yeah, I just wanted to know if you have any cases - Warrick and I just finished the DB found in the residential area. Turned out to be a domestic dispute gone bad, husband confessed."
Gil shrugged and looked at Catherine. "Paper work?" He offered to Sara. Noticing her look of disgust, he continued, "until we get another call. Then you and Warrick will be on that."
Sara glanced beside Gil, noticing the paints, the canvas and the mattress. She looked at him wide-eyed. "Grissom, what are you guys doing?"
"Oh, Gil and I decided to take up body painting. We're into the kinky stuff." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"Cath." Gil's warning came out more of a surprised exclamation. He turned to Sara and gave her an embarrassed smile, and for some reason, neither confirmed nor denied Catherine's words.
"Bye Sara." Catherine called over her shoulder as she started to put the overalls over the padded suit.
Sara looked at Gil and he smiled a 'goodbye' and turned his attention to Catherine. Sara left the room, slamming the door behind her. Gil looked at Catherine expectantly.
"Tough love." She imitated his earlier tone of voice.
Gil chuckled and held up the folder that Nick had dropped off earlier. "Robbins says that the bruises are more consistent on her right shoulder and back." He said as Catherine took off her shoes.
She stood on the mattress and squatted slightly, stretching out her muscles. "So I just . . . throw myself at the mattress?" She looked at him skeptically. "Are you sure this isn't one of your lame-ass jokes?"
Gil smiled secretly. "First, your going to throw yourself at the canvas, yes. This is willing, so you know how much your body can take. Then we'll use the dummy over there," he paused, examining her amused look, "not this dummy," he pointed to himself, "the other dummy", he pointed behind him, "and I get the honours of throwing it against the wall."
"Ecklie." She read the name tag and glanced at Gil.
Gil shrugged, changing subjects. "I have Greg and a few others down at trace trying to separate the different impact points." He walked beside the mattress, near the canvas. "We'll compare notes after."
Catherine nodded, steadied herself on the mattress and lunged towards the canvas. Her shoulder came in contact with it, and she bounced off it, landing on the mattress. "Like that?" She looked up at Gil who was smiling.
"Like that." He produced a brush from behind his back. "But let's add the paint, shall we?"
She looked at the still blank canvas. "Yeah." She said, slightly out of breath. She stood there as Gil began to paint her, mixing in reds, blues, yellows and greens. The feeling of the brush gliding over her arms, legs, hips and back were having some rather arousing effects and she fought hard to keep her libido in check.
"Here." Gil handed her the paint brush and motioned for her to do her chest and tummy.
She tried to hide her embarrassed smile as she concentrated on putting even coats of paint on her front. She jumped a little when she felt the brush against the back of her thighs, moving north. She bit her lip as she felt the brush glide over her buttocks, realizing that she was so turned on that if Gil even thought about touching her, she was sure she'd explode on the spot.
"All done." He dropped the paintbrush in the pan and stepped back, admiring his art. He took the paint brush from her hand and invited her. "Your canvas awaits." Gil watched as she stepped on to the mattress, a dazed look in her eyes. When her back was to him, he let out a long breath, forgetting to breathe as he was lavishing her body with paint.
Catherine took a deep breath and charged the canvas, knocking it with her right shoulder. She stood up and charged again, each time hitting it with a different area of her body, and different colours slowly made their way, mixing and imposing on top of each other.
When the canvas began to get full, Gil took a fresh one. He stopped her before she lunged again. "Let's freshen you up." He took her hand and brought her to the center of the room. He bent down and watched as she tried to catch her breath. He handed her a bottle of water as he began to mix some more paint. "You okay?"
Catherine smiled, touched by the concern in his voice. "Yeah, thanks." She said, a little distantly. She could feel her body craving his touch, waiting for her to be painted by his hand. She let out a small gasp as she felt his hand on the small of her back.
"Catherine?"
She continued to look straight ahead, trying to keep her mind from his presence, until she felt something poke the tip of her nose. She focussed and saw the retreating form of Gil's finger. "Gil!" She brushed the back of her hand on her nose and noticed a blue residue. "You put paint on my face?" She asked with playful shock.
Gil's childish grin disappeared as an uneasiness took over. "Now Catherine, we do have an experiment to conduct." He put his hands up in defence, backing away from her approaching form. He sighed in relief as she stopped, and his eyes then danced to her nose and unable to contain his emotions, he burst out laughing.
Catherine's jaw dropped. "It's not funny, Gil." She lunged at him, a handful of paint landing on his chest due to her miscalculations. "Damnit." She began to run back to the cans of paint that lay in the middle of the room when she felt him tackle her down to the ground. "Get off!" She giggled, kicking playfully.
They wrestled each other to the paint cans, laughing and struggling with the other. Gil made it on top, pinning her down on her tummy, underneath his weight. Both were breathing heavily now, and Gil discreetly dipped his fingers into a can of red paint and waited for her to make the next move.
Catherine struggled a bit, however liking the feeling of his weight pressed into her back, she squirmed and managed to turn onto her back, facing him. They both locked eyes, and desire began to creep it's way past their eyes and into their hearts.
Gil bent down slowly, never taking his eyes off hers until his lips were but a breath away. He was now straddling her, and he felt her move against him, her hips moving to a rhythm that his body wanted to adopt as well. Just as he was about to capture her lips with his, he felt some wet substance hit his cheek. He opened his eyes in shock, looking at Catherine's hand now incased in green. "You didn't." He breathed.
Catherine laughed maniacally. "Check mate." The smile began to disappear and turn into the acceptance of a paint fight. They both struggled against each other, dipping their hands in the paint cans and both standing tall, challenging the other to make a move. "You know, this means war." Catherine grinned. She made a few taunting lunges, but Gil remained in his spot, observing her. "You know, classically, the man makes the first move." She said, trying to get him to crack.
"Times have changed, and maybe some men prefer the woman to make the first move." He answered, his eyes diving deep beneath hers. Somewhere down the line, their banter changed from a paint fight to something more, and neither knew what to make of the situation.
"Just do it, Gil!" Catherine yelled, feeling the paint drip from her fingertips. "Just be aggressive." She tried to coax him, having a plan unfold in her head: he would charge, she would move out of the way at the last second, and then douse him in paint. She chuckled at her plan, and the next thing she knew, she was thrown on to the mattress with a panting Gil on top of her. She lay there stunned, loving the feel of his body against hers. A breathy moan escaped her mouth but it was lost in his as he bent down to capture her lips. His tongue explored her awaiting mouth, as his hands crept down to her breasts. He massaged her, causing her to arch her back, pressing herself further into him. She let her hands travel down from his lower back to his sexy ass, cupping each cheek.
"God Cath," he breathed in her ear, as he thrust himself against her, overalls rubbing against overalls.
She could feel his erection pressing into her inner thigh and her body ached to be joined to his. She sought out his mouth, her lips clamping over his bottom one and drawing it in, sucking on it, showing him her prowess. She smiled, realizing how much it turned her on to hear him breathe so loudly, to hear him groan whenever she brushed her hand against his arousal. She brought her lips to his neck, biting down ever slightly, then sucking the wound.
A knock on the door caused them to scramble to a standing position. Gil stood facing the door while Catherine bent down and began mixing some more paint, her lust-heavy expression hidden from the others.
"Come in." Gil said, trying to keep his voice steady. He bent down, one knee on the floor and pretended to observe the canvas that Catherine's body had created. «God . . . her body.» He thought, feeling his pants grow tighter under the overalls. He was glad that they were so baggy and prayed that his growing arousal wasn't blatant to who ever was standing at the door.
"Grissom," Sara stepped in, eyeing the mess of different coloured paints scattered around the floor, canvases and mattress, "Doc Robbins wanted me to give this to you." She handed him a folder. "He said that the trauma to the head was actually related to the death, as further inspection revealed that she fell on her head, and the weight of her body crushed the spine at the base of the neck."
Gil nodded. "Thanks Sara." He stood up, facing away from her and Sara's eyes immediately fell to his backside, noting a distinct impression of two hands on his lower back, trailing down to the top of the back of his thighs.
Catherine stood up and walked over to Gil. Sara's eyes grew even wider noticing the hand prints on her chest. As Gil turned to show Catherine the folder, Sara's eyes fell to his crotch, were paint seemed to be smudged, though concentrated in that area. Her eyes flicked to both their faces, noticing paint in their hair and on their skin. A small, indistinct squeak came out of her mouth as she turned-tail and exited the room, the door closing in her wake.
Both senior CSIs waited, and turn to each other simultaneously, Gil dropping the file and pushing Catherine against the canvas. His lips sought hers once more and his hands, now rough with drying paint, caressed her cheek and neck. He angled his face, diving in her mouth, trying to taste as much as he possible could. He pressed in to her, her hands travelling to his waist. He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers as they fought to catch their breath. "We should talk about this."
Catherine nodded, her face still captured by Gil's strong hands. She was about to open her mouth when Greg burst in. All three froze.
"Uh. . ." Greg stuttered, not sure what to make of the situation of Catherine being pinned against a canvas by their supervisor. "I . . . uh . . ." He opened and closed his mouth several times, still not able to form a coherent sentence.
Gil pulled away from Catherine and snatched the folder from Greg's hands. "Thank you Greg." He said, trying to keep a professional attitude.
"Uh . . ." Greg looked from Gil to Catherine and repeated the motion several times before grinning like an idiot.
"Greg." Gil drew out his name as a warning, not bothering to look up from the file he was reading.
Catherine stepped up and glanced over Gil's shoulder. "Not a word, Greggy." She too threw in her warning.
"But c'mon!" Greg finally found his voice. "Do you know the amount of praise I would get for having this information?" He became excited. "I'd be king!"
"You'll be dead if this gets out." Gil knew it was an empty threat and a small smile betrayed the severity of it.
Greg pouted. "Yeah, but we have the best CSIs in the business - they'd find out it was you." He began to leave.
"Not a word, Greg." Gil threw at him. As soon as Greg left, both Gil and Catherine looked at each other. This time, Catherine pushed Gil against the door that Greg had just made his exit by. He stopped, hearing a loud 'thud', rolled his eyes and headed towards the break room, hoping he could catch someone to taunt them with his discovery. «They said not to tell, but they didn't say anything about someone *guessing*. . . » He ran down the hall. "This is gold!" He yelled, causing some of the other lab technicians to cast him an odd look.
—TBC—