A/N: Please review. This is for the graveshift groupies - I think you've been patient enough ;)
Previously:
Walking back to the hotel, Grissom held the picnic basket in his outside hand so as not to bump it against Catherine's leg. Although the day had been hot, the air was refreshing and the walk home was slow and relaxing for them both. Catherine was speculating on their previous conversation when she felt a hand delicately, almost nervously, slip into her own. She didn't look at Grissom, but glanced away, smiling as she wrapped her own fingers between his. Their different conversations back to the hotel were as usual, but, without a word on the subject, their hands stayed together.
They made their way unhurried to their hotel room, the closer they got, the more the nervous excitement built up inside them both. Catherine could feel her stomach begin to flutter as they reached the door to their room. She couldn't predict what was about to take place; how could she? As soon as they were in the room, Grissom turned to her, her back to the door as she clicked it closed.
"Grissom?"
Chapter 10 - Cracks, Bangs and Laughter
May 8th - 8:35pm
Hotel Room
It was more of a silent suggestion than an attempt to seek his attention. Grissom turned to her, and was stunned at what he found. Her eyes, as well has his, were full of some kind of intense hunger, and he saw them spark as they met his own eyes. Never, in all the years Grissom had known her, had he ever seen Catherine look so emotionally on fire. The passion, clearly visible in her eyes, was phenomenal, and he felt his arousal increase at her appearance, causing her vivid expression to be mirrored by his own.
Constantly keeping his eyes on her, Grissom gradually removed his coat, and saw Catherine follow his actions. The shoes were kicked off and the coats were flung onto the chair beside them, but their eyes went straight back to find the others'.
Then, there was silence; a silence that spoke volumes.
Catherine was about to take a step towards him when she felt her back slam, hard, against the door, making it shudder and causing a picture frame to fly off its hook on the wall beside them.
Grissom's mouth was hot against hers. Its pressure became incredible as their kiss deepened. As he raised her body to his level lifting her feet off the carpet, his own body crushed hers between himself and the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist to help her hold her body up and to steady herself.
Catherine started laughing, thinking about how suddenly everything had just happened and how easily and ruthlessly he had lifted her; she felt him smile against her lips. Pulling back and said admiringly, in her matter-of-fact tone,
"I never knew you had so much power in your arms."
Grissom looked at her; his face was so close to hers, causing everything in his vision to blur.
"It's not power, Cath. It's desire..."
His lips caressed hers and he added, speaking against her lips,
"...filled with adrenaline."
Once more, this time with even more vigour, he kissed her mouth.
Between breaths and the force of their lips on each other, somehow Catherine managed to breathe the word, "Bed." Evidently this word stimulated Grissom, because, in one swift movement, Grissom wrapped his arms round her back, to support her instead of the door, and, neither taking their lips off the other, he spun round to the bed.
Catherine had started to laugh, watching the agreeably lustful Grissom and feeling the seemingly limitless longing for him within herself, as she was laid rather roughly on the bed. As soon as she felt Grissom's loss of contact with her body, she propped herself up onto her elbows and stared at him as he stood with a smile on the floor at the end of the bed.
Still breathless and with a mischievous grin, Catherine asked, "You going to remove those pant now, boss?"
Without waiting for an answer from the man opposite her, she lifted herself so she was kneeling up in front of him with her chest resting against his; the height of the bed allowing them to gain equal statures.
"Or shall I remove them for you?"
Grissom had offered no reply to her first question, and he continued his silence as Catherine, never freeing her eye contact from his, moved her hands down, and reached the waistband of his trousers. As she was performing *her* task, Grissom was busy beginning his own. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers and ran them down her neck until he reached the first button of her shirt. She felt him hesitate. Holding his eyes with her own she spoke his earlier words.
"We're not in Vegas, Grissom... it doesn't count."
They were still for a few seconds, and then she smiled, feeling him release the first button from its slot... then the second... then the third. Grissom could not continue with the pace that they were both loyally taking. He knew they were both, at some level, still indecisive about the whole situation, but the single, gentle stroke of Catherine's hand just beneath the material that was separating it from Grissom's body, caused the craving for this woman before him to totally overcome his thoughts. He suddenly lifted Catherine's chin and brought his face to hers so forcefully that Catherine lost her balance and she toppled back onto the bed in a spell of laughter, grabbing Grissom's shirt, causing buttons to fly off it, and brought him expertly down with her. Passion once again overcame them as they felt their body's impact. In an instant, they both advanced simultaneously towards each other, Catherine moving up, Grissom moving down, causing their mouths to crash together from the intensity.
Catherine placed her hands on his chest sending a sudden jolt of electricity through them both. She pushed him over so that he was laying face up on the bed, skillfully swung a leg over him and straddled his waist.
"Is slowly not fast enough for you?" Catherine asked him with a triumphant smile at his utter need for her.
She tugged open the rest of Grissom's shirt and leant her body gradually towards his chest with a plan to seductively torment him with a frustrating slowness. Grissom had something else in mind, however and managed to catch her mouth with his, before she reached his chest. As he did so he sat up hastily with their lips still locked together. Catherine, now falling back slightly, her legs once again wrapping round Grissom as he sat up, responded to his kiss to his contentment, but neither were aware of how close they were to the end of the bed, or, until after, how high the bed was off the ground.
Grissom's intention had been to get Catherine back onto her back, so he pushed himself forwards, unaware that there was no more bed behind her. They tumbled off the edge, mouths immediately separating and both crying out as they fell and collided with the floor, causing Grissom to be thrown off Catherine and role onto his back. Both lay face up on the carpet a little way apart from each other; breathing rate speeding beyond all that was imaginable. After her breathing slowed Catherine started laughing at the strange events that had just taken place between her and her boss, and lifted herself off the floor. Something caught her eye.
"Oh my God."
Grissom looked at her, then to what she was staring at. His face turned into one of pure shock.
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Keeping your reviews from chapter 9 about speediness in mind, I whipped this one up quickly for you; to make up for the delay of the last chapter :o) Thanks for all your reviews so far. Keep them coming. You know you want too! ;) ~ Cath
Previously:
Walking back to the hotel, Grissom held the picnic basket in his outside hand so as not to bump it against Catherine's leg. Although the day had been hot, the air was refreshing and the walk home was slow and relaxing for them both. Catherine was speculating on their previous conversation when she felt a hand delicately, almost nervously, slip into her own. She didn't look at Grissom, but glanced away, smiling as she wrapped her own fingers between his. Their different conversations back to the hotel were as usual, but, without a word on the subject, their hands stayed together.
They made their way unhurried to their hotel room, the closer they got, the more the nervous excitement built up inside them both. Catherine could feel her stomach begin to flutter as they reached the door to their room. She couldn't predict what was about to take place; how could she? As soon as they were in the room, Grissom turned to her, her back to the door as she clicked it closed.
"Grissom?"
Chapter 10 - Cracks, Bangs and Laughter
May 8th - 8:35pm
Hotel Room
It was more of a silent suggestion than an attempt to seek his attention. Grissom turned to her, and was stunned at what he found. Her eyes, as well has his, were full of some kind of intense hunger, and he saw them spark as they met his own eyes. Never, in all the years Grissom had known her, had he ever seen Catherine look so emotionally on fire. The passion, clearly visible in her eyes, was phenomenal, and he felt his arousal increase at her appearance, causing her vivid expression to be mirrored by his own.
Constantly keeping his eyes on her, Grissom gradually removed his coat, and saw Catherine follow his actions. The shoes were kicked off and the coats were flung onto the chair beside them, but their eyes went straight back to find the others'.
Then, there was silence; a silence that spoke volumes.
Catherine was about to take a step towards him when she felt her back slam, hard, against the door, making it shudder and causing a picture frame to fly off its hook on the wall beside them.
Grissom's mouth was hot against hers. Its pressure became incredible as their kiss deepened. As he raised her body to his level lifting her feet off the carpet, his own body crushed hers between himself and the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist to help her hold her body up and to steady herself.
Catherine started laughing, thinking about how suddenly everything had just happened and how easily and ruthlessly he had lifted her; she felt him smile against her lips. Pulling back and said admiringly, in her matter-of-fact tone,
"I never knew you had so much power in your arms."
Grissom looked at her; his face was so close to hers, causing everything in his vision to blur.
"It's not power, Cath. It's desire..."
His lips caressed hers and he added, speaking against her lips,
"...filled with adrenaline."
Once more, this time with even more vigour, he kissed her mouth.
Between breaths and the force of their lips on each other, somehow Catherine managed to breathe the word, "Bed." Evidently this word stimulated Grissom, because, in one swift movement, Grissom wrapped his arms round her back, to support her instead of the door, and, neither taking their lips off the other, he spun round to the bed.
Catherine had started to laugh, watching the agreeably lustful Grissom and feeling the seemingly limitless longing for him within herself, as she was laid rather roughly on the bed. As soon as she felt Grissom's loss of contact with her body, she propped herself up onto her elbows and stared at him as he stood with a smile on the floor at the end of the bed.
Still breathless and with a mischievous grin, Catherine asked, "You going to remove those pant now, boss?"
Without waiting for an answer from the man opposite her, she lifted herself so she was kneeling up in front of him with her chest resting against his; the height of the bed allowing them to gain equal statures.
"Or shall I remove them for you?"
Grissom had offered no reply to her first question, and he continued his silence as Catherine, never freeing her eye contact from his, moved her hands down, and reached the waistband of his trousers. As she was performing *her* task, Grissom was busy beginning his own. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers and ran them down her neck until he reached the first button of her shirt. She felt him hesitate. Holding his eyes with her own she spoke his earlier words.
"We're not in Vegas, Grissom... it doesn't count."
They were still for a few seconds, and then she smiled, feeling him release the first button from its slot... then the second... then the third. Grissom could not continue with the pace that they were both loyally taking. He knew they were both, at some level, still indecisive about the whole situation, but the single, gentle stroke of Catherine's hand just beneath the material that was separating it from Grissom's body, caused the craving for this woman before him to totally overcome his thoughts. He suddenly lifted Catherine's chin and brought his face to hers so forcefully that Catherine lost her balance and she toppled back onto the bed in a spell of laughter, grabbing Grissom's shirt, causing buttons to fly off it, and brought him expertly down with her. Passion once again overcame them as they felt their body's impact. In an instant, they both advanced simultaneously towards each other, Catherine moving up, Grissom moving down, causing their mouths to crash together from the intensity.
Catherine placed her hands on his chest sending a sudden jolt of electricity through them both. She pushed him over so that he was laying face up on the bed, skillfully swung a leg over him and straddled his waist.
"Is slowly not fast enough for you?" Catherine asked him with a triumphant smile at his utter need for her.
She tugged open the rest of Grissom's shirt and leant her body gradually towards his chest with a plan to seductively torment him with a frustrating slowness. Grissom had something else in mind, however and managed to catch her mouth with his, before she reached his chest. As he did so he sat up hastily with their lips still locked together. Catherine, now falling back slightly, her legs once again wrapping round Grissom as he sat up, responded to his kiss to his contentment, but neither were aware of how close they were to the end of the bed, or, until after, how high the bed was off the ground.
Grissom's intention had been to get Catherine back onto her back, so he pushed himself forwards, unaware that there was no more bed behind her. They tumbled off the edge, mouths immediately separating and both crying out as they fell and collided with the floor, causing Grissom to be thrown off Catherine and role onto his back. Both lay face up on the carpet a little way apart from each other; breathing rate speeding beyond all that was imaginable. After her breathing slowed Catherine started laughing at the strange events that had just taken place between her and her boss, and lifted herself off the floor. Something caught her eye.
"Oh my God."
Grissom looked at her, then to what she was staring at. His face turned into one of pure shock.
* * * * *
Keeping your reviews from chapter 9 about speediness in mind, I whipped this one up quickly for you; to make up for the delay of the last chapter :o) Thanks for all your reviews so far. Keep them coming. You know you want too! ;) ~ Cath