I came up with the title of this chapter when I read it after I finished writing it. Never actually realised I put so much about hands in it ;) Enjoy!
Previously:
"Really? What's that?" he asked, thankful that she hadn't dwelt on what he had just uttered. Grissom had never found it easy to voice his feelings; and when he had, he had always done it through other people's words. He saw an enticing smile appear on her face and he heard her answer.
" 'Dance... the vertical expression of a horizontal desire.' "
She watched his reaction; one eyebrow was lifted upwards and his lips pursed. Catherine knew Grissom was contemplating the words she just spoke.
"Let's go inside. It's getting cold." Catherine said as she slid down the car onto the dusty ground below.
Chapter 6 - What Hands Can Do!
May 8th - 5:30am
Back In Grissom's Room
"Do you think we should get some sleep?"
Grissom asked his question sitting on the end of the bed, one foot on the rough carpet and the other resting on his knee being massaged by his hands. His voice was raised so that Catherine could hear him from the bathroom. He carried on.
"We said we'd sleep when we got here. That was the point in stopping. I think if we aim to leave by lunchtime tomorrow... or this afternoon..." he said after second thoughts. "That'll give us enough time to get there. Party starts at nine I think. Cath?"
A distant and muffled "Yes?" was heard through the closed bathroom door.
"Are you hot?"
"Boiling," she clarified as she pulled the bathroom door open.
She had changed into a skin-tight tank top and skimpy shorts. Grissom could barely keep his eyes off her as she came sauntering into the room. It felt as though she had just cuffed him one, leaving a fistful of passion flaring up inside of him, ready to erupt at any moment.
"I think the heating has either just come on or been cranked up to it's max. I have lotion for that if you like?" She pointed to Grissom's feet, seeing him massage them forcefully. She did not wait for an answer.
"Lie back. I'll do it for you. Only you have to promise to do me in return though."
She winked as his eyes locked with hers. Catherine had been surprising Grissom with her non-stop spouting of sexual innuendoes all morning, the pressure inside of him was building and he could feel himself about to burst and leap on this woman at any moment.
Catherine moved in front of him, rested her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back to lie down. Grissom did as he was ordered, slid backwards and rested his head against the itchy pillow.
Catherine moved to get her lotion from the bathroom and joined him on the bed. She lifted both of his feet to rest on her crossed legs at the bottom of the bed where she was sitting. His eyes were closed and he started to look totally relaxed as Catherine watched him settle.
"Just don't tickle me, Cath?"
She smiled to herself as the lotion was squirted into her hands. She picked up his first foot and began to wiggle his toes and rub her fingers over his foot applying pressure in an unhurried, soothing circle motion.
"Oh, yeh, that's good," she heard Grissom groan, and laughed inwardly, relishing the amount of pleasure she was giving him.
Fifteen minutes was spent on each foot before she heard Grissom's breathing begin to even out and deepen.
"Great," she muttered to herself. "He didn't get to do mine *and* he's lying on the covers."
She lay Grissom's feet on the bed and crawled over him carefully. One hand over... one leg over...
Suddenly Grissom rolled over lifting Catherine's hands and feet off the bed so her entire body was resting solely on his. A startled Grissom woke sharply and rolled quickly back onto his back.
"Cath. You're on top on me."
To disguise her unease, she replied, "Don't tell me you aren't enjoying it, Grissom."
Her fast teasing comment made him chuckle as his hands moved to her waist. She was caught by surprise at his movements and her wide eyes darted towards his. Nothing was said; the situation was awkward. Catherine was straddling her boss, hip to hip, pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest with hardly any clothes on. Grissom broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Here." His hands moved from her waist down to her hips and, with her help, he carefully started to moved her over him, purposely letting their bodies slide and rub across each other, feeling his arousal increase by the sensual but risky movement.
"You know... you could have just walked round, Cath," he said amused as she finally lay beside him on the bed.
"Shut up, Grissom," she responded sincerely but playfully.
Catherine was fighting her irritation and extreme embarrassment at being caught in such a position, with her utter desire for the man beside her that had just been generated by the friction that their bodies rubbing against each other had caused.
He laughed and rolled over onto his side to face Catherine.
"You might as well sleep here. There's no sofa for me, or a spare blanket for that matter, and we still can't get into your room."
Catherine's irritation evaporated as soon as she turned to face Grissom. He looked apologetic and she assumed he was worried he had embarrassed her. She lifted up her body to enable herself to bring the covers over her and, giving a yawn, she responded,
"Fine by me G-man. I was planning on it anyway."
She flashed him a brilliant smile and, satisfied, he joined her under the covers allowing her more space to separate their bodies than he would have liked to offer.
7:20am
They shifted inwards simultaneously and their hands met with a stroke under the covers. Both woke abruptly and froze at the touch, but neither opened their eyes. Catherine relaxed first, her hand falling into his as she did so, and in response, Grissom's fingers wove between hers, tightening their grip. Sleep encompassed them both again a few minutes later.
May 8th - 11:55am
Grissom's Bed
"Ready to go?"
Grissom whispered his ridiculing question to a stirring Catherine as he knelt by the bed and stroked her hair out of her face.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily - eyes not yet open but the start of a stretch beginning to originate.
"Almost noon."
Catherine grumbled as the light past through the barrier protecting her eyes. She closed them quickly and curled up her body, pulling the blanket over her head and opening her eyes under there to allow them to adjust to the dim light first. She heard Grissom move from his position. Her head popped out from under the blanket and she saw that he was showered and dressed and was now packing his clothes.
"What time were you up?"
"About eleven."
"Oh, sorry. You should have woken me."
She flung the covers off her body and shivered as the cool air in the room hit the bare skin on her legs, arms and chest, producing goosebumps all over her. She cried out and leapt back in the bed letting the warmth of the blanket and sheets protect her from the cold.
"Why is it so cold? I don't understand the heating in this stupid place. I'm going to take a shower."
This time when she got out of bed she took the blanket with her, wrapped around her body and over her head. All Grissom could see was her face and her pattering feet as she walked to the bathroom, grabbing the jumper she used the previous day on her way, and closed the door.
12:30pm
"What do you want to do for lunch?" Grissom asked a clean, fresh Catherine, who was wearing his jumper for a second time and sitting in front of a mirror applying her eye make-up.
Grissom watched as she worked her eyes from beauty into dazzling. His own eyes were continuously drifting to her bare legs, since his large jumper was all she was wearing at that moment. Her answer interrupted his unprecedented thoughts.
"Well, if we leave soon we could find somewhere to stop. Grab a sandwich or whatever from a store on the way." When she stopped talking and Grissom had agreed, he started to busy himself with finding anything he had left behind, searching past all of Catherine's clothes and products and anything else she had strewn about the room. He paused for a moment and listened.
Catherine had turned back to her mirror after looking to see what the racket Grissom was making was about, and had started to hum the tune she had sang to him the night before as she raked his comb through her hair.
"I'll see if I can get a refund on that room." He exited with a smile starting to form on his lips.
1:10pm
Catherine and Grissom had finally made it outside with all of their belongings. Both clad in dark sunglasses, they headed for the lone SUV. Opening the boot, Grissom placed, first his own, then Catherine's bags into it, arranging them neatly in a Grissom-like fashion.
Grissom got into the driver's side of the car, finding Catherine already seated and buckled up. She had her eyes closed and was leaning back on the headrest. Grissom started up the engine after taking his time to look at the resting form beside him. He was glad Catherine was with him; maybe he should tell her how grateful he is for her company.
The journey started and the blazing sun was just a bit too hot for Grissom. He wound both his and Catherine's windows down and enjoyed the breeze whirling round inside the vehicle. He turned to Catherine when he heard her smack her lips together continuously in lots of little movements.
"Got any sucky sweets, Gris?" She asked hopefully, craving some flavour in her mouth.
She reached for the glove compartment before he could give her an answer. When her hand got hold of the handle, Grissom reached for it and held it back gently, his palm to the back of her hand. Never taking his off hers he leaned back in his seat whilst saying,
"Uh... you don't want to do that Catherine."
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Finally we're getting out of this motel. Sorry it took so long - I kept thinking of silly things to write ;) This chapter is really a fill in ready for Chapter 7 ::sings:: "I know something you don't know." =:oD All reviews are extremely welcome. - Cath
Previously:
"Really? What's that?" he asked, thankful that she hadn't dwelt on what he had just uttered. Grissom had never found it easy to voice his feelings; and when he had, he had always done it through other people's words. He saw an enticing smile appear on her face and he heard her answer.
" 'Dance... the vertical expression of a horizontal desire.' "
She watched his reaction; one eyebrow was lifted upwards and his lips pursed. Catherine knew Grissom was contemplating the words she just spoke.
"Let's go inside. It's getting cold." Catherine said as she slid down the car onto the dusty ground below.
Chapter 6 - What Hands Can Do!
May 8th - 5:30am
Back In Grissom's Room
"Do you think we should get some sleep?"
Grissom asked his question sitting on the end of the bed, one foot on the rough carpet and the other resting on his knee being massaged by his hands. His voice was raised so that Catherine could hear him from the bathroom. He carried on.
"We said we'd sleep when we got here. That was the point in stopping. I think if we aim to leave by lunchtime tomorrow... or this afternoon..." he said after second thoughts. "That'll give us enough time to get there. Party starts at nine I think. Cath?"
A distant and muffled "Yes?" was heard through the closed bathroom door.
"Are you hot?"
"Boiling," she clarified as she pulled the bathroom door open.
She had changed into a skin-tight tank top and skimpy shorts. Grissom could barely keep his eyes off her as she came sauntering into the room. It felt as though she had just cuffed him one, leaving a fistful of passion flaring up inside of him, ready to erupt at any moment.
"I think the heating has either just come on or been cranked up to it's max. I have lotion for that if you like?" She pointed to Grissom's feet, seeing him massage them forcefully. She did not wait for an answer.
"Lie back. I'll do it for you. Only you have to promise to do me in return though."
She winked as his eyes locked with hers. Catherine had been surprising Grissom with her non-stop spouting of sexual innuendoes all morning, the pressure inside of him was building and he could feel himself about to burst and leap on this woman at any moment.
Catherine moved in front of him, rested her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back to lie down. Grissom did as he was ordered, slid backwards and rested his head against the itchy pillow.
Catherine moved to get her lotion from the bathroom and joined him on the bed. She lifted both of his feet to rest on her crossed legs at the bottom of the bed where she was sitting. His eyes were closed and he started to look totally relaxed as Catherine watched him settle.
"Just don't tickle me, Cath?"
She smiled to herself as the lotion was squirted into her hands. She picked up his first foot and began to wiggle his toes and rub her fingers over his foot applying pressure in an unhurried, soothing circle motion.
"Oh, yeh, that's good," she heard Grissom groan, and laughed inwardly, relishing the amount of pleasure she was giving him.
Fifteen minutes was spent on each foot before she heard Grissom's breathing begin to even out and deepen.
"Great," she muttered to herself. "He didn't get to do mine *and* he's lying on the covers."
She lay Grissom's feet on the bed and crawled over him carefully. One hand over... one leg over...
Suddenly Grissom rolled over lifting Catherine's hands and feet off the bed so her entire body was resting solely on his. A startled Grissom woke sharply and rolled quickly back onto his back.
"Cath. You're on top on me."
To disguise her unease, she replied, "Don't tell me you aren't enjoying it, Grissom."
Her fast teasing comment made him chuckle as his hands moved to her waist. She was caught by surprise at his movements and her wide eyes darted towards his. Nothing was said; the situation was awkward. Catherine was straddling her boss, hip to hip, pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest with hardly any clothes on. Grissom broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Here." His hands moved from her waist down to her hips and, with her help, he carefully started to moved her over him, purposely letting their bodies slide and rub across each other, feeling his arousal increase by the sensual but risky movement.
"You know... you could have just walked round, Cath," he said amused as she finally lay beside him on the bed.
"Shut up, Grissom," she responded sincerely but playfully.
Catherine was fighting her irritation and extreme embarrassment at being caught in such a position, with her utter desire for the man beside her that had just been generated by the friction that their bodies rubbing against each other had caused.
He laughed and rolled over onto his side to face Catherine.
"You might as well sleep here. There's no sofa for me, or a spare blanket for that matter, and we still can't get into your room."
Catherine's irritation evaporated as soon as she turned to face Grissom. He looked apologetic and she assumed he was worried he had embarrassed her. She lifted up her body to enable herself to bring the covers over her and, giving a yawn, she responded,
"Fine by me G-man. I was planning on it anyway."
She flashed him a brilliant smile and, satisfied, he joined her under the covers allowing her more space to separate their bodies than he would have liked to offer.
7:20am
They shifted inwards simultaneously and their hands met with a stroke under the covers. Both woke abruptly and froze at the touch, but neither opened their eyes. Catherine relaxed first, her hand falling into his as she did so, and in response, Grissom's fingers wove between hers, tightening their grip. Sleep encompassed them both again a few minutes later.
May 8th - 11:55am
Grissom's Bed
"Ready to go?"
Grissom whispered his ridiculing question to a stirring Catherine as he knelt by the bed and stroked her hair out of her face.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily - eyes not yet open but the start of a stretch beginning to originate.
"Almost noon."
Catherine grumbled as the light past through the barrier protecting her eyes. She closed them quickly and curled up her body, pulling the blanket over her head and opening her eyes under there to allow them to adjust to the dim light first. She heard Grissom move from his position. Her head popped out from under the blanket and she saw that he was showered and dressed and was now packing his clothes.
"What time were you up?"
"About eleven."
"Oh, sorry. You should have woken me."
She flung the covers off her body and shivered as the cool air in the room hit the bare skin on her legs, arms and chest, producing goosebumps all over her. She cried out and leapt back in the bed letting the warmth of the blanket and sheets protect her from the cold.
"Why is it so cold? I don't understand the heating in this stupid place. I'm going to take a shower."
This time when she got out of bed she took the blanket with her, wrapped around her body and over her head. All Grissom could see was her face and her pattering feet as she walked to the bathroom, grabbing the jumper she used the previous day on her way, and closed the door.
12:30pm
"What do you want to do for lunch?" Grissom asked a clean, fresh Catherine, who was wearing his jumper for a second time and sitting in front of a mirror applying her eye make-up.
Grissom watched as she worked her eyes from beauty into dazzling. His own eyes were continuously drifting to her bare legs, since his large jumper was all she was wearing at that moment. Her answer interrupted his unprecedented thoughts.
"Well, if we leave soon we could find somewhere to stop. Grab a sandwich or whatever from a store on the way." When she stopped talking and Grissom had agreed, he started to busy himself with finding anything he had left behind, searching past all of Catherine's clothes and products and anything else she had strewn about the room. He paused for a moment and listened.
Catherine had turned back to her mirror after looking to see what the racket Grissom was making was about, and had started to hum the tune she had sang to him the night before as she raked his comb through her hair.
"I'll see if I can get a refund on that room." He exited with a smile starting to form on his lips.
1:10pm
Catherine and Grissom had finally made it outside with all of their belongings. Both clad in dark sunglasses, they headed for the lone SUV. Opening the boot, Grissom placed, first his own, then Catherine's bags into it, arranging them neatly in a Grissom-like fashion.
Grissom got into the driver's side of the car, finding Catherine already seated and buckled up. She had her eyes closed and was leaning back on the headrest. Grissom started up the engine after taking his time to look at the resting form beside him. He was glad Catherine was with him; maybe he should tell her how grateful he is for her company.
The journey started and the blazing sun was just a bit too hot for Grissom. He wound both his and Catherine's windows down and enjoyed the breeze whirling round inside the vehicle. He turned to Catherine when he heard her smack her lips together continuously in lots of little movements.
"Got any sucky sweets, Gris?" She asked hopefully, craving some flavour in her mouth.
She reached for the glove compartment before he could give her an answer. When her hand got hold of the handle, Grissom reached for it and held it back gently, his palm to the back of her hand. Never taking his off hers he leaned back in his seat whilst saying,
"Uh... you don't want to do that Catherine."
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Finally we're getting out of this motel. Sorry it took so long - I kept thinking of silly things to write ;) This chapter is really a fill in ready for Chapter 7 ::sings:: "I know something you don't know." =:oD All reviews are extremely welcome. - Cath