I am fully aware that I am British but I thought, considering the show is American, I would use the language the characters would use - 'Jell-O' not 'jelly' (in speech and in narrative so as not to confuse anyone). I would therefore like to once again thank the 'Oh Knowledgeable Jell-O Queen' - this is the chapter I think you've been waiting for ;)
Previously:
"Are you flirting with me *again*, Catherine?"
This time Catherine's response to that question was not so immediate. She thought about Grissom's question for a few seconds. He was flirting with her too; it was like he was inviting her to have a little playful fun.
A smile began to play across her face whilst she once again lowered her body to rest upon his. Her hands were once more at either side of him, but this time she bent her arms influencing their bodies to gradually come together and causing their faces to grow closer so there was only a few inches of warm breath separating their lips.
Chapter 4 - Jell-O Cubes
May 8th - 3:30am
Grissom's Motel Room
Catherine could feel Grissom's breathing rate increase. His chest was rising and falling heavily, causing her own body to rise and fall with it. With a smile still controlling her features she moved her lips to his ear and with a deep voice that sent vibrations through his ear and down his whole body, she whispered huskily,
"Well... let's see how much force you can take."
Just at that moment something caught Grissom's attention, and it wasn't Catherine. At the same time they both looked above them, for Catherine's attention had, too, been diverted from their current, oddly fascinating situation.
"Grissom?"
"Yeh?"
"Where did the light go?"
3:40am
"Lights are still on outside the room. I think the bulb has blown." Catherine announced after seeing the tiniest crack of light through the bottom of the motel room door.
"Damn, I can't see a thing. Is there a bedside lamp, Grissom?"
No answer.
"Grissom?"
Still no answer.
"*Grisso-*"
The flick of a switch halted Catherine's speech and the room was flooded with light.
Grissom was sitting stretched out on the bed with one hand just moving away from the lamp switch and the other holding the forgotten champagne bottle, a smug grin shaping his face.
"Hey!" she exclaimed at him, glancing at the bottle. "Share."
Grissom sat very still on the bed looking towards Catherine and uttered one word.
"Sara."
Catherine stared blankly at him and responded dryly,
"No, I'm Catherine."
Grissom smiled at her.
"I know, Catherine. I mean Sara was the one who gave me this T-shirt - for my birthday last year."
"Ah." She shook her head and raised her eyebrows as she walked over to the bed and lay beside Grissom's form taking the bottle from his hands. "Nice gesture." The smirk on her face told Grissom that her remark was a little less than sincere. She was trying very hard to keep herself from grinning at the thought so, failing dismally, she decided it was time to change the conversation.
"Do you like Jell-O, Grissom?"
"Yeh. Why?"
Her reply was spoken by her placing the bottle on the bedside table on her side, removing herself from the bed and walking towards the door, followed by a perplexed Grissom. Catherine led him to the dark reception desk, still unoccupied, jumped onto it and leaned over the counter to reach the table beneath.
"Aha! Jell-O." Grissom heard her say with a triumphant, but somewhat muffled sound caused by the pressure her stomach was exerting on the counter.
"What?" he asked, confused at her comment.
"This guy has about seven packets of Jell-O down here. I saw them on here," she banged her palm on the counter she was leaning on, "when we arrived." Catherine twisted her body slightly so that she could look at him but still hang over the ledge. Her eyes danced and she asked, "You want some?"
"*What*? Catherine!"
"What? Come on, Gris. Where's your sense of adventure... no... wait... I mean *hunger*."
"You know Jell-O won't fill our stomachs, Cath."
She was back leaning over the counter and Grissom could hear her fiddling around.
"Well there's nothing else down here and I want some flavour in my mouth."
She swung herself round skilfully into a sitting position, facing her superior, on the level she had previously leaned over. With an idea forming in her mind she looked to the top of Grissom's loose trousers with a smile gradually displaying her top row of teeth and added jokingly with sparks of excitement in her eyes, "Unless *you're* willing to share." Her eyes flicked back to his. She could see surprise flash quickly across them, but was impressed by his composure at her sudden flirtatious outburst.
"Maybe later."
Grissom helped her down from the counter top and straightened out her pyjamas for her.
"Thank you. Now let's go back before someone sees us in our night wear." She said, chuckling, and grabbed Grissom's hand pulling him away.
4:10am
Back In Grissom's Room
"I can't believe you stole the Jell-O, Catherine."
"I'll *pay* for it, ok?" She told him, not seeing the big deal he was clearly noting. Catherine fished in her pockets for the packet of Jell-O.
"Ooh, strawberry!"
She looked up from the packet to the apprehensive form of Grissom.
"Oh for crying out loud, Grissom, I'll buy a packet on the way back and give it to the desk clerk. Satisfied?"
"Incessantly."
Grissom watched as Catherine struggled to peal away the packet from the Jell-O cubes.
"Come on you little sucker, just... let... me-", her struggle was interrupted.
"Um, Catherine? How do you plan on eating this Jell-O?"
"What do you mean?" She asked with the tip of the packet gripped tightly between her teeth.
Before he could speak, She cried, "Gotcha!" whilst her teeth clutched a piece of remaining plastic as the packet tore and her head and the Jell-O jerked in opposite directions.
"Usually, Grissom, I like to ingest the Jell-O through my mouth but if you want to do it any other way, please... be my guest."
As she said this she twisted off one of the cubes and with a playful expression popped it to her mouth.
"Catherine no!" Grissom yelled, seeing what she just did.
"Oh my God. Grissom, are you telling me you've never eaten Jell-O cubes." She asked munching on the Jell-O cube.
"Is that weird?"
She jumped on the bed, Jell-O in hand, causing the springs to jolt her about. Patting the empty space on the bed opposite her, Grissom moved to join her. They sat facing each other, Grissom's back to the wardrobe and Catherine's back to the bathroom, both kneeling down and sitting on their legs. Catherine offered a cube to Grissom, and seeing his disgusted look she prompted,
"Just try it. It tastes the same as a Jell-O mould only more concentrated."
He made no move whatsoever to take the cube so she piled it into her own mouth, lifted herself from above her legs so she was kneeling upright and pulled Grissom up with her as she went, saying with a smile,
"We used to have these all the time when I was a kid." She added in a matter-of-fact tone, "Good for your fingernails."
When they achieved their kneeling positions opposite each other in the centre of the bed, both were surprised at how close they were. When they were kneeling down their frames were apart and their knees were barely touching; neither considered the fact the kneeling up would result in their bodies, from the knee upwards, to position themselves as closely and intimately as they did.
Neither individual was perturbed by this closeness. Catherine tilted her body back marginally in order to make space to bring the Jell-O packet in front of her and break off another cube. She twisted the cube as much as she could but it wouldn't be released from the others.
"Cold hands." She told him.
"Allow me." Grissom advised her.
He took the Jell-O from her hands but instead of breaking off a cube for her, as Catherine expected him too, he put the packet down on the bed beside them and encompassed both of her hands in his. She looked at him dubiously but did not prevent him from continuing his actions. Grissom brought all four hands to his lips and softly blew warm air inside the pocket his own hands had created. Catherine felt Grissom's breath rush in and surround her skin, forming a layer of warmth like a glove. He could feel Catherine's hands physically shake under his and he tightened his grip. His eyes were closed and she watched him with fondness.
After six breaths, Grissom removed Catherine's hands slowly from his lips whilst opening his eyes, and took them down, never letting his hold on them slip away. Their eyes met and both formed a delicate but affectionate smile.
"Better?" He asked her, with a sensuous indication in his tone.
"Much." She replied, barely above a whisper.
They held their stare a few moments longer, Catherine's hands still rested inside his which were sending heated shivers soaring round her body; she silently hoped Grissom couldn't feel her excited nerves through her shaking hands. It was Catherine who broke the peaceful silence.
"How about that Jell-O?"
An excited smile surfaced on her face and she freed her hands that were still clasped in Grissom's, feeling a sudden chill leak into the warmth of her skin. She leaned sideways to pick up the packet and this time she was able to achieve the single cube she had fought with before.
"I don't want to, Catherine. It's gross. I can't believe you-"
She did not listen to what he was saying and instead silenced him with one finger on his lips. She was tempted to hold it there a moment longer; feeling the smoothness of his lips and the warmth of his breath dance against her finger, but this was precisely the reason she decided against it.
Without a word Catherine took the Jell-O cube between her thumb and her first finger and brought it up to his mouth. Still seeing his reluctance, she moved her middle finger ever so gradually down to his bottom lip and gently pried open his mouth. Grissom made no effort to prevent her, so Catherine placed the cube between his teeth.
"Bite." She ordered, softly.
With a slight pause just before, Grissom bit the cube in half. Catherine took the second half away and placed it on her own tongue. She watched his features as she started to slowly chew her own half, revelling in its taste. A smile shone through Grissom's usually detached features.
"Well?" She asked, as though she was a child anticipating an elder's approval.
"Mmm. I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised."
A triumphant smile illuminated Catherine's face as another Jell-O cube was thrown into her mouth. Whilst chewing on the slippery square she said knowledgeably,
"Did you know if you add pineapple, kiwi or papaya fruit to Jell-O it prevents the mould from setting?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"Cath?"
"Mmm?" She inquired, still munching the on Jell-O cube.
"There's something I need to ask you."
* * * * *
I know this chapter has absolutely no significance to anything but I had great fun writing it. You've all been wonderful with your reviews. More are always very welcome. - Cath
Previously:
"Are you flirting with me *again*, Catherine?"
This time Catherine's response to that question was not so immediate. She thought about Grissom's question for a few seconds. He was flirting with her too; it was like he was inviting her to have a little playful fun.
A smile began to play across her face whilst she once again lowered her body to rest upon his. Her hands were once more at either side of him, but this time she bent her arms influencing their bodies to gradually come together and causing their faces to grow closer so there was only a few inches of warm breath separating their lips.
Chapter 4 - Jell-O Cubes
May 8th - 3:30am
Grissom's Motel Room
Catherine could feel Grissom's breathing rate increase. His chest was rising and falling heavily, causing her own body to rise and fall with it. With a smile still controlling her features she moved her lips to his ear and with a deep voice that sent vibrations through his ear and down his whole body, she whispered huskily,
"Well... let's see how much force you can take."
Just at that moment something caught Grissom's attention, and it wasn't Catherine. At the same time they both looked above them, for Catherine's attention had, too, been diverted from their current, oddly fascinating situation.
"Grissom?"
"Yeh?"
"Where did the light go?"
3:40am
"Lights are still on outside the room. I think the bulb has blown." Catherine announced after seeing the tiniest crack of light through the bottom of the motel room door.
"Damn, I can't see a thing. Is there a bedside lamp, Grissom?"
No answer.
"Grissom?"
Still no answer.
"*Grisso-*"
The flick of a switch halted Catherine's speech and the room was flooded with light.
Grissom was sitting stretched out on the bed with one hand just moving away from the lamp switch and the other holding the forgotten champagne bottle, a smug grin shaping his face.
"Hey!" she exclaimed at him, glancing at the bottle. "Share."
Grissom sat very still on the bed looking towards Catherine and uttered one word.
"Sara."
Catherine stared blankly at him and responded dryly,
"No, I'm Catherine."
Grissom smiled at her.
"I know, Catherine. I mean Sara was the one who gave me this T-shirt - for my birthday last year."
"Ah." She shook her head and raised her eyebrows as she walked over to the bed and lay beside Grissom's form taking the bottle from his hands. "Nice gesture." The smirk on her face told Grissom that her remark was a little less than sincere. She was trying very hard to keep herself from grinning at the thought so, failing dismally, she decided it was time to change the conversation.
"Do you like Jell-O, Grissom?"
"Yeh. Why?"
Her reply was spoken by her placing the bottle on the bedside table on her side, removing herself from the bed and walking towards the door, followed by a perplexed Grissom. Catherine led him to the dark reception desk, still unoccupied, jumped onto it and leaned over the counter to reach the table beneath.
"Aha! Jell-O." Grissom heard her say with a triumphant, but somewhat muffled sound caused by the pressure her stomach was exerting on the counter.
"What?" he asked, confused at her comment.
"This guy has about seven packets of Jell-O down here. I saw them on here," she banged her palm on the counter she was leaning on, "when we arrived." Catherine twisted her body slightly so that she could look at him but still hang over the ledge. Her eyes danced and she asked, "You want some?"
"*What*? Catherine!"
"What? Come on, Gris. Where's your sense of adventure... no... wait... I mean *hunger*."
"You know Jell-O won't fill our stomachs, Cath."
She was back leaning over the counter and Grissom could hear her fiddling around.
"Well there's nothing else down here and I want some flavour in my mouth."
She swung herself round skilfully into a sitting position, facing her superior, on the level she had previously leaned over. With an idea forming in her mind she looked to the top of Grissom's loose trousers with a smile gradually displaying her top row of teeth and added jokingly with sparks of excitement in her eyes, "Unless *you're* willing to share." Her eyes flicked back to his. She could see surprise flash quickly across them, but was impressed by his composure at her sudden flirtatious outburst.
"Maybe later."
Grissom helped her down from the counter top and straightened out her pyjamas for her.
"Thank you. Now let's go back before someone sees us in our night wear." She said, chuckling, and grabbed Grissom's hand pulling him away.
4:10am
Back In Grissom's Room
"I can't believe you stole the Jell-O, Catherine."
"I'll *pay* for it, ok?" She told him, not seeing the big deal he was clearly noting. Catherine fished in her pockets for the packet of Jell-O.
"Ooh, strawberry!"
She looked up from the packet to the apprehensive form of Grissom.
"Oh for crying out loud, Grissom, I'll buy a packet on the way back and give it to the desk clerk. Satisfied?"
"Incessantly."
Grissom watched as Catherine struggled to peal away the packet from the Jell-O cubes.
"Come on you little sucker, just... let... me-", her struggle was interrupted.
"Um, Catherine? How do you plan on eating this Jell-O?"
"What do you mean?" She asked with the tip of the packet gripped tightly between her teeth.
Before he could speak, She cried, "Gotcha!" whilst her teeth clutched a piece of remaining plastic as the packet tore and her head and the Jell-O jerked in opposite directions.
"Usually, Grissom, I like to ingest the Jell-O through my mouth but if you want to do it any other way, please... be my guest."
As she said this she twisted off one of the cubes and with a playful expression popped it to her mouth.
"Catherine no!" Grissom yelled, seeing what she just did.
"Oh my God. Grissom, are you telling me you've never eaten Jell-O cubes." She asked munching on the Jell-O cube.
"Is that weird?"
She jumped on the bed, Jell-O in hand, causing the springs to jolt her about. Patting the empty space on the bed opposite her, Grissom moved to join her. They sat facing each other, Grissom's back to the wardrobe and Catherine's back to the bathroom, both kneeling down and sitting on their legs. Catherine offered a cube to Grissom, and seeing his disgusted look she prompted,
"Just try it. It tastes the same as a Jell-O mould only more concentrated."
He made no move whatsoever to take the cube so she piled it into her own mouth, lifted herself from above her legs so she was kneeling upright and pulled Grissom up with her as she went, saying with a smile,
"We used to have these all the time when I was a kid." She added in a matter-of-fact tone, "Good for your fingernails."
When they achieved their kneeling positions opposite each other in the centre of the bed, both were surprised at how close they were. When they were kneeling down their frames were apart and their knees were barely touching; neither considered the fact the kneeling up would result in their bodies, from the knee upwards, to position themselves as closely and intimately as they did.
Neither individual was perturbed by this closeness. Catherine tilted her body back marginally in order to make space to bring the Jell-O packet in front of her and break off another cube. She twisted the cube as much as she could but it wouldn't be released from the others.
"Cold hands." She told him.
"Allow me." Grissom advised her.
He took the Jell-O from her hands but instead of breaking off a cube for her, as Catherine expected him too, he put the packet down on the bed beside them and encompassed both of her hands in his. She looked at him dubiously but did not prevent him from continuing his actions. Grissom brought all four hands to his lips and softly blew warm air inside the pocket his own hands had created. Catherine felt Grissom's breath rush in and surround her skin, forming a layer of warmth like a glove. He could feel Catherine's hands physically shake under his and he tightened his grip. His eyes were closed and she watched him with fondness.
After six breaths, Grissom removed Catherine's hands slowly from his lips whilst opening his eyes, and took them down, never letting his hold on them slip away. Their eyes met and both formed a delicate but affectionate smile.
"Better?" He asked her, with a sensuous indication in his tone.
"Much." She replied, barely above a whisper.
They held their stare a few moments longer, Catherine's hands still rested inside his which were sending heated shivers soaring round her body; she silently hoped Grissom couldn't feel her excited nerves through her shaking hands. It was Catherine who broke the peaceful silence.
"How about that Jell-O?"
An excited smile surfaced on her face and she freed her hands that were still clasped in Grissom's, feeling a sudden chill leak into the warmth of her skin. She leaned sideways to pick up the packet and this time she was able to achieve the single cube she had fought with before.
"I don't want to, Catherine. It's gross. I can't believe you-"
She did not listen to what he was saying and instead silenced him with one finger on his lips. She was tempted to hold it there a moment longer; feeling the smoothness of his lips and the warmth of his breath dance against her finger, but this was precisely the reason she decided against it.
Without a word Catherine took the Jell-O cube between her thumb and her first finger and brought it up to his mouth. Still seeing his reluctance, she moved her middle finger ever so gradually down to his bottom lip and gently pried open his mouth. Grissom made no effort to prevent her, so Catherine placed the cube between his teeth.
"Bite." She ordered, softly.
With a slight pause just before, Grissom bit the cube in half. Catherine took the second half away and placed it on her own tongue. She watched his features as she started to slowly chew her own half, revelling in its taste. A smile shone through Grissom's usually detached features.
"Well?" She asked, as though she was a child anticipating an elder's approval.
"Mmm. I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised."
A triumphant smile illuminated Catherine's face as another Jell-O cube was thrown into her mouth. Whilst chewing on the slippery square she said knowledgeably,
"Did you know if you add pineapple, kiwi or papaya fruit to Jell-O it prevents the mould from setting?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"Cath?"
"Mmm?" She inquired, still munching the on Jell-O cube.
"There's something I need to ask you."
* * * * *
I know this chapter has absolutely no significance to anything but I had great fun writing it. You've all been wonderful with your reviews. More are always very welcome. - Cath