Disclaimer - The song is not mine. Sadly I did not write it and do not own it.
A/N - Thank you thank you and thank you again to everyone for your feedback. More for this chapter would be great ;D And graveshift groupies - I couldn't have done this without you guys! You're all amazing and thank you so much for all your encouragement with this story. Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter up - it's the longest one I've written. I hope you all enjoy it.
Previously:
"Cath?"
"Mmm?"
"I wonder if our door has been fixed yet."
Catherine stared up at him, and followed his train of thoughts. A mischievous grin appeared on her face.
"Let's go, handsome."
Hand in hand they walked off the dance floor, past the host, who was staring in even more disbelief as he saw them exit the building together. Simon felt as though he had no choice; he had to go after her.
Chapter 13 - Let The Rain Come Forth
May 9th - 12:00am
La Curaith
Catherine and Grissom had been completely unaware of the thousands of eyes that had followed the out of the La Curaith. Their stay had not been long but the effect they had caused was as intense as a thunderstorm. What had been going on inside seemed to mirror what had now begun to take place outside. Clouds had formed a huge deep-grey mass above the couple.
"Catherine?"
She turned. Simon's corrupt looks he had shown Catherine just moments ago had evaporated from his appearance and what Catherine saw now was raw desire in his features. Grissom had turned too, and the silence that followed was drawn out and tense. No one said a word, just glared. Simon kept his eyes on Catherine whilst Catherine and Grissom's most penetrating stares were burning into his skin. Still not a syllable was uttered. Simon was waiting for Catherine's response and Catherine was waiting for Simon's request.
The first thunder clap boomed into the noisy silence causing all three statues to jump and break their piercing eye contact. Simon looked back to Catherine from the sky; she turned away. She could not bare his eyes on her anymore. The feelings he gave her did not feel right and she needed to release herself from his glare.
Catherine placed a hand gently on Grissom's forearm and in a low voice said,
"Come on, Gil."
"Wait." Catherine turned back to the strong voice that had once more invaded her ears. "Listen, Gil, I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to judge you on who you used to be."
Catherine's anger once more boiled under her skin. Simon had his eyes on Catherine throughout his whole apology to Grissom. She knew he was apologising for her and not for Grissom or himself.
Simon turned to Grissom and held out his hand. Although Catherine was now facing Simon, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Grissom's hand was lifting; he didn't want trouble, he was probably never going to see Simon again. Catherine wouldn't have it though. Standing next to Grissom she moved her hand just the few inches it needed, to silently and gently press it back down to his side as it rose. She kept hold of it. With her other hand she grabbed hold of Simon's which was still out in front of him, and walked towards him, pushing *his* hand down and dragging Grissom with her in the process.
"Grissom is big enough to let this slide, Simon. But you know what?" Catherine's eyes had narrowed. Still clutching both men's hands, she continued. "You will never be worth his good praise."
Normally people's mouths tended to seal tight shut whenever Catherine had them under her glare that Simon was being crushed under right now, and they crumbled whenever this tone was released in her voice. Simon was different; he then did something that Catherine did not expect, he answered back.
"Listen *Catherine*, this is between Grissom and me. You've had something against me ever since I saw you and you held off on me, all because *you* could feel this attraction between us too!"
Simon stopped talking. Catherine stopped; Grissom stopped; stunned. The words uttered had voiced the thoughts of all three people, and had blasted out of Simon's mouth like a megaphone to their ears.
Grissom's shock looked turned towards Catherine, but she carried on glaring at Simon, unable to vocalise a single word. Simon stared back; a glint of amusement and lust embedded in his eyes. Catherine collected herself.
"How dare you."
She spoke into the awkward silence that had been wrapped around them, causing her words to sound louder than she had expected. She tried to remove her hand, but Simon's own grip increased; however she did not struggle to fight it.
Grissom felt the first drop of rain fall onto his free hand. There was a humid atmosphere, and it felt as though the rain was about to relieve them of the warm and sticky air. More drops were felt as a downpour threatened in the mass of deep grey that had now thickened and hung above them.
"Come *on*, Catherine. There is so much desire in you; and I don't know *how* you know, but you *know* what I could do for you." Simon was trying to be as quiet as possible; Grissom was standing right beside Catherine, still hand in hand with her, and what he was saying to Catherine felt a little more personal.
Catherine was beginning to feel awkward. Simon was right; Grissom knew it, and Simon was furthering Catherine's attraction to him by his voice and his close proximity to her. His stare was not forcing itself into her soul, but into her skin. It was pure and utter lust that had developed between the two. Her breathing was quickly increasing its rate at his rugged voice and his touch on her skin, causing her to feel as though her whole body was about to explode. Grissom's touch was the only thing holding her back from the raw lust she felt for the man opposite them. Catherine wanted him, his body. She wanted to feel him touch her, crave her.
Catherine's breathing was audible now. She had no idea what this man was doing to her. She hated him, but she wanted him.
"Simon," she said, clearly breathless, "I..."
She stopped. She listened. Grissom's hand slipped away from hers as the song floated through the double doors and out of the building to where they were standing.
"The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love,
To the dark and the empty skies."
Simon saw the glance that transpired and was held between Catherine and Grissom, but it was not one of allowance to Catherine or an understanding concerning Simon on Grissom's part; it was a knowing look; an affectionate gaze between them.
"The first time ever I kissed your mouth
And felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command.
"And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time my love
It would last till the end of time my love
"The first time ever I saw your face."
Grissom and Catherine had still not moved their eyes from each other as silent words drifted between them. Catherine, feeling Simon's grip relax on her hand, removed her own from his fingers. Ever since Grissom's hand had left hers, the passion for Simon had died down in her and, realising that although she *did* still want Simon, the man next to her was her constant and she *needed* him as *well* as desired him. Grissom too had been creating all these energies in her. He and Catherine simultaneously turned inwards and walked away - neither granting Simon with a farewell. They both knew there was something between Catherine and Simon, but compared to Grissom, it couldn't even be seen under a microscope.
May 9th - 12.20am
Grissom's SUV
The rain had started to pour down on them in what felt like buckets, being thrown over their heads as they ran to the SUV. Inside, Grissom, who had taken off his bowtie and unbuttoned the top button of his sprinkled wet, white shirt, was struggling to see through the windscreen as he drove towards the would-be dryness of the hotel.
"I can't see a thing," Catherine remarked. "Although I have to say, I love sudden downpours."
Grissom looked at her with an expression of bemusement filling his face as he parked the SUV. As they both stepped out of the vehicle into the thundering shower, he shouted over the noise of the rain to Catherine.
"Why?"
Catherine looked at him and her characteristic mischievous grin shaped her face as the rain poured over it coating it in glistening liquid and making her eyes flicker.
"I'll show you."
By now she had walked round to Grissom's side of the SUV. She stood opposite him seeing his soaked through clothes and dripping wet hair. Sheets of rain were coming straight down between them, so Catherine decided to close the distance. She took both of his slippery hands in her equally slick ones, and leant forward bringing her lips up to his. With their mouths just a breath apart, Catherine quickly changed her direction and brought her lips to his ear.
"Tease," she heard Grissom whisper as she avoided his mouth with hers. Her voice came in a low and husky rasp.
"Follow me... Master."
Although they had already only spent a few moments in the rain, their clothes were uncomfortably sticking to their bodies and the noise of the rain on the metal of the cars around them was almost deafening. Even though they were both soaked to the skin, the air still felt very warm to them, and it seemed as if it was the rain's sole purpose to cool their bodies. Catherine led Grissom away from this harsh noise into an area when the sound of the rain became more like a hum.
"Uh... the pool is closed, Catherine," Grissom said, clearly just stating the obvious.
Catherine just turned and smiled. Without either saying a word, Grissom watched as Catherine knocked on the barely noticeable door in the building next to the hotel pool. A young man, whom Grissom recognised as one of the men from room service, opened the door.
"Hey Edmund. May we?"
"Sure Ms. Willows. It's all ready for you."
Catherine replied her thanks, and Edmund walked out of the minuscule room he had been situated in, grabbing hold of a key on his exit. He unlocked a gateway allowing Grissom and Catherine access to the outdoor pool area.
"It's raining heavily, are you sure you still want to go ahead with this?"
Catherine smirked at Edmund and playfully responded,
"Scram. This will not be for youthful... or indeed anybody's eyes."
Edmund understood and left Grissom and Catherine together.
Grissom turned to face Catherine with pure exhilaration embedded in every ounce of his being, and Catherine looked back with a grin of excitement.
"When did you-"
"When you were having your shower, before the reunion," she interrupted, anticipating his question.
Catherine saw Grissom gaze around the beautifully sparkling surroundings. The rain, still pouring down on them, added magnificently to the rest of the site. The pool was located in the middle of the walled area they were now standing within. Raindrops disturbed the water, creating large, second long dimples in its surface. There were lots of small lights illuminating the site from various different situations in the pool area, and plants were climbing up the walls that surrounded them.
Catherine watched Grissom's features as he took in every detail of what he was seeing, until her eye caught the something she had asked Edmund to bring out for her. She walked over to the table that stood a little way from the pool and was holding the champagne, and grabbed what she was looking for.
"Now, Gil..." she walked back to him with her hands behind her back, careful not to slip on the puddle-ridden ground. "These are new, so look after them."
She whisked out from behind her back, a pair of bright pink swimming trunks. Grissom's face was a picture as she revealed them to him. The bright pink was being constantly darkening by the ever-falling rain, but this still did not make them dark enough for Grissom.
"No, Catherine. No way. Definitely not!"
"I know they're a bit bright but they didn't have any more colours. I guess you're size is a popular one." She ginned at him.
The rain had begun to fall even more heavily. Grissom had not moved from his spot when he took the shorts in mock causiousness, from Catherine, and a puddle was forming around his feet. They had been speechless for a few minutes, but nothing would make Grissom's lack of utterances more profound than from what he saw next.
Catherine walked back to the table and stood beside a bag resting on it. Her hand moved inside it, she slipped a finger between the straps and lifted her bikini top high up into the air, purposely staring at it and avoiding Grissom's eyes to encourage him to stare at it too. It worked; and the stunning red bikini held his eyes.
Still staring, he saw Catherine place the top on the table and turn her back to him. Her hands travelled to the straps resting on her moist shoulders and she slid them over her smooth skin. The top of the dress slid down to her waist and Grissom was completely conscious of the fact that if she turned to him now, he would not be able to contain his thrill.
Partly to his relief, partly to his disappointment, Catherine attached the slinky bikini top to herself. Grissom saw her twist round at her waist to face him.
"Would you turn around please?" Catherine asked with a mock seriousness in her tone.
Grissom did as he was asked, slowly and silently. Still clad in his tuxedo, which was now heavy with rainwater, he turned to face the gate they had entered from. Struggling to fight the urge to turn around, he used his imagination.
A few minutes later, Grissom felt two slender arms slide around his middle and stop at his jacket. Catherine, with difficulty, unbuttoned the suit and gradually slid her hands up his body and removed the jacked from his shoulders, then his arms. He turned to face her, basking in the glory of having a beautiful, sexy woman wearing almost nothing undress him. She looked absolutely stunning in her bikini; his eyes could not be torn away from her. He saw her throw the jacket across a sheltered chair; neither cared about the extra costs they were creating for the hired tuxedo at that moment.
Catherine's hands were back on his stomach as she untucked the soaked, now transparent white shirt from Grissom's trousers. Grissom stood there, allowing Catherine to achieve her goal. She worked her way from the top of his shirt to the bottom, ending up with her body even closer to his than when she started; almost pressed against it. The shirt now joined the jacket.
The rain, still soaking their hair and faces, barely made a difference any more. It seemed as though they could not get any wetter. Grissom lifted his hand to Catherine's dripping face and easily wiped away the running make-up that was streaming down her cheeks.
"Why do you wear so much make-up, Catherine? You're beautiful."
Catherine just looked up at him and smiled.
"You want to do the rest while I get us a drink?" She asked, touched by his comment, and looked down at his trousers that were clinging to his legs.
She turned reluctantly away from Grissom's torso that was coated in layers of water, and moved towards the awaiting champagne giving him a chance to change.
1:25am
Both glasses, third time empty, rested on the side of the pool. Catherine, who had had enough drink that night to make her very tipsy, had now become slightly nervous about what she thought could take place very soon.
She was in the deep end of the pool, both elbows and forearms resting on the far end side, her legs stretched out in front of her, gently moving up and down and further disturbing the surface of the water. The rain was covering her already wet hair and face. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to the weeping heavens, feeling the rain's cool relief on her warm face.
Eyes still closed, Catherine felt two gentle hands on her outstretched ankles. Her legs were pulled apart and she felt Grissom slowly move his body between them. She brought her eyes back to rest in his gaze. Grissom had placed his hands either side of her body on the edge of the pool to hold himself up in the water. Catherine's body looked slippery with the constant rainwater and Grissom traced a finger along her chest, up her neck, to her chin where he rested it.
Catherine pressed her own hand to his cheek and started gently pushing her body against him from her place by the pool wall. Grissom felt his fingers slip from the ledge that had been supporting him and as Catherine's mouth connected with his, the edge of the pool disappeared from his fingertips and both splashed into the water with such force that they went under.
Feeling the water sink into almost every crevice, Catherine and Grissom kept a tight hold on each other. No sound was heard apart from the surging water in their ears. This water had engulfed them so long that they had to rush to the surface for oxygen. As they did so, they heard all the sounds rush back into their ears. With their lips only millimetres apart and taking a short sharp breath, they crashed back into their kiss, so soon that they did not allow themselves to catch their breath . All the holding back from earlier had caused this explosion of passion in them both. Hands could not move fast enough over skin and it was physically impossible for them to get their bodies any closer; no matter how hard they tried.
Another breath. Longer this time. Then Grissom forced his lips back onto Catherine's, pushing her back into the water and causing her to smile into his mouth as they once again found themselves swallowed up by the water.
This time as they came up for air everything slowed its pace. Grissom cupped Catherine's face with his hands, both were gasping for breath. He could touch the floor with the tip of his toes, but Catherine, who was deeper into the pool than he was, was being held up easily by him. The rain was still thundering down in gallons around them.
Grissom looked at Catherine and smiled cheekily, and as he lifted his hand to her shoulder, she found out why.
* * * * *
Well, there you go. I'm working on the next chapter where I think some questions will be answered. Stay tuned ;) ~ Cath
A/N - Thank you thank you and thank you again to everyone for your feedback. More for this chapter would be great ;D And graveshift groupies - I couldn't have done this without you guys! You're all amazing and thank you so much for all your encouragement with this story. Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter up - it's the longest one I've written. I hope you all enjoy it.
Previously:
"Cath?"
"Mmm?"
"I wonder if our door has been fixed yet."
Catherine stared up at him, and followed his train of thoughts. A mischievous grin appeared on her face.
"Let's go, handsome."
Hand in hand they walked off the dance floor, past the host, who was staring in even more disbelief as he saw them exit the building together. Simon felt as though he had no choice; he had to go after her.
Chapter 13 - Let The Rain Come Forth
May 9th - 12:00am
La Curaith
Catherine and Grissom had been completely unaware of the thousands of eyes that had followed the out of the La Curaith. Their stay had not been long but the effect they had caused was as intense as a thunderstorm. What had been going on inside seemed to mirror what had now begun to take place outside. Clouds had formed a huge deep-grey mass above the couple.
"Catherine?"
She turned. Simon's corrupt looks he had shown Catherine just moments ago had evaporated from his appearance and what Catherine saw now was raw desire in his features. Grissom had turned too, and the silence that followed was drawn out and tense. No one said a word, just glared. Simon kept his eyes on Catherine whilst Catherine and Grissom's most penetrating stares were burning into his skin. Still not a syllable was uttered. Simon was waiting for Catherine's response and Catherine was waiting for Simon's request.
The first thunder clap boomed into the noisy silence causing all three statues to jump and break their piercing eye contact. Simon looked back to Catherine from the sky; she turned away. She could not bare his eyes on her anymore. The feelings he gave her did not feel right and she needed to release herself from his glare.
Catherine placed a hand gently on Grissom's forearm and in a low voice said,
"Come on, Gil."
"Wait." Catherine turned back to the strong voice that had once more invaded her ears. "Listen, Gil, I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to judge you on who you used to be."
Catherine's anger once more boiled under her skin. Simon had his eyes on Catherine throughout his whole apology to Grissom. She knew he was apologising for her and not for Grissom or himself.
Simon turned to Grissom and held out his hand. Although Catherine was now facing Simon, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Grissom's hand was lifting; he didn't want trouble, he was probably never going to see Simon again. Catherine wouldn't have it though. Standing next to Grissom she moved her hand just the few inches it needed, to silently and gently press it back down to his side as it rose. She kept hold of it. With her other hand she grabbed hold of Simon's which was still out in front of him, and walked towards him, pushing *his* hand down and dragging Grissom with her in the process.
"Grissom is big enough to let this slide, Simon. But you know what?" Catherine's eyes had narrowed. Still clutching both men's hands, she continued. "You will never be worth his good praise."
Normally people's mouths tended to seal tight shut whenever Catherine had them under her glare that Simon was being crushed under right now, and they crumbled whenever this tone was released in her voice. Simon was different; he then did something that Catherine did not expect, he answered back.
"Listen *Catherine*, this is between Grissom and me. You've had something against me ever since I saw you and you held off on me, all because *you* could feel this attraction between us too!"
Simon stopped talking. Catherine stopped; Grissom stopped; stunned. The words uttered had voiced the thoughts of all three people, and had blasted out of Simon's mouth like a megaphone to their ears.
Grissom's shock looked turned towards Catherine, but she carried on glaring at Simon, unable to vocalise a single word. Simon stared back; a glint of amusement and lust embedded in his eyes. Catherine collected herself.
"How dare you."
She spoke into the awkward silence that had been wrapped around them, causing her words to sound louder than she had expected. She tried to remove her hand, but Simon's own grip increased; however she did not struggle to fight it.
Grissom felt the first drop of rain fall onto his free hand. There was a humid atmosphere, and it felt as though the rain was about to relieve them of the warm and sticky air. More drops were felt as a downpour threatened in the mass of deep grey that had now thickened and hung above them.
"Come *on*, Catherine. There is so much desire in you; and I don't know *how* you know, but you *know* what I could do for you." Simon was trying to be as quiet as possible; Grissom was standing right beside Catherine, still hand in hand with her, and what he was saying to Catherine felt a little more personal.
Catherine was beginning to feel awkward. Simon was right; Grissom knew it, and Simon was furthering Catherine's attraction to him by his voice and his close proximity to her. His stare was not forcing itself into her soul, but into her skin. It was pure and utter lust that had developed between the two. Her breathing was quickly increasing its rate at his rugged voice and his touch on her skin, causing her to feel as though her whole body was about to explode. Grissom's touch was the only thing holding her back from the raw lust she felt for the man opposite them. Catherine wanted him, his body. She wanted to feel him touch her, crave her.
Catherine's breathing was audible now. She had no idea what this man was doing to her. She hated him, but she wanted him.
"Simon," she said, clearly breathless, "I..."
She stopped. She listened. Grissom's hand slipped away from hers as the song floated through the double doors and out of the building to where they were standing.
"The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love,
To the dark and the empty skies."
Simon saw the glance that transpired and was held between Catherine and Grissom, but it was not one of allowance to Catherine or an understanding concerning Simon on Grissom's part; it was a knowing look; an affectionate gaze between them.
"The first time ever I kissed your mouth
And felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command.
"And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time my love
It would last till the end of time my love
"The first time ever I saw your face."
Grissom and Catherine had still not moved their eyes from each other as silent words drifted between them. Catherine, feeling Simon's grip relax on her hand, removed her own from his fingers. Ever since Grissom's hand had left hers, the passion for Simon had died down in her and, realising that although she *did* still want Simon, the man next to her was her constant and she *needed* him as *well* as desired him. Grissom too had been creating all these energies in her. He and Catherine simultaneously turned inwards and walked away - neither granting Simon with a farewell. They both knew there was something between Catherine and Simon, but compared to Grissom, it couldn't even be seen under a microscope.
May 9th - 12.20am
Grissom's SUV
The rain had started to pour down on them in what felt like buckets, being thrown over their heads as they ran to the SUV. Inside, Grissom, who had taken off his bowtie and unbuttoned the top button of his sprinkled wet, white shirt, was struggling to see through the windscreen as he drove towards the would-be dryness of the hotel.
"I can't see a thing," Catherine remarked. "Although I have to say, I love sudden downpours."
Grissom looked at her with an expression of bemusement filling his face as he parked the SUV. As they both stepped out of the vehicle into the thundering shower, he shouted over the noise of the rain to Catherine.
"Why?"
Catherine looked at him and her characteristic mischievous grin shaped her face as the rain poured over it coating it in glistening liquid and making her eyes flicker.
"I'll show you."
By now she had walked round to Grissom's side of the SUV. She stood opposite him seeing his soaked through clothes and dripping wet hair. Sheets of rain were coming straight down between them, so Catherine decided to close the distance. She took both of his slippery hands in her equally slick ones, and leant forward bringing her lips up to his. With their mouths just a breath apart, Catherine quickly changed her direction and brought her lips to his ear.
"Tease," she heard Grissom whisper as she avoided his mouth with hers. Her voice came in a low and husky rasp.
"Follow me... Master."
Although they had already only spent a few moments in the rain, their clothes were uncomfortably sticking to their bodies and the noise of the rain on the metal of the cars around them was almost deafening. Even though they were both soaked to the skin, the air still felt very warm to them, and it seemed as if it was the rain's sole purpose to cool their bodies. Catherine led Grissom away from this harsh noise into an area when the sound of the rain became more like a hum.
"Uh... the pool is closed, Catherine," Grissom said, clearly just stating the obvious.
Catherine just turned and smiled. Without either saying a word, Grissom watched as Catherine knocked on the barely noticeable door in the building next to the hotel pool. A young man, whom Grissom recognised as one of the men from room service, opened the door.
"Hey Edmund. May we?"
"Sure Ms. Willows. It's all ready for you."
Catherine replied her thanks, and Edmund walked out of the minuscule room he had been situated in, grabbing hold of a key on his exit. He unlocked a gateway allowing Grissom and Catherine access to the outdoor pool area.
"It's raining heavily, are you sure you still want to go ahead with this?"
Catherine smirked at Edmund and playfully responded,
"Scram. This will not be for youthful... or indeed anybody's eyes."
Edmund understood and left Grissom and Catherine together.
Grissom turned to face Catherine with pure exhilaration embedded in every ounce of his being, and Catherine looked back with a grin of excitement.
"When did you-"
"When you were having your shower, before the reunion," she interrupted, anticipating his question.
Catherine saw Grissom gaze around the beautifully sparkling surroundings. The rain, still pouring down on them, added magnificently to the rest of the site. The pool was located in the middle of the walled area they were now standing within. Raindrops disturbed the water, creating large, second long dimples in its surface. There were lots of small lights illuminating the site from various different situations in the pool area, and plants were climbing up the walls that surrounded them.
Catherine watched Grissom's features as he took in every detail of what he was seeing, until her eye caught the something she had asked Edmund to bring out for her. She walked over to the table that stood a little way from the pool and was holding the champagne, and grabbed what she was looking for.
"Now, Gil..." she walked back to him with her hands behind her back, careful not to slip on the puddle-ridden ground. "These are new, so look after them."
She whisked out from behind her back, a pair of bright pink swimming trunks. Grissom's face was a picture as she revealed them to him. The bright pink was being constantly darkening by the ever-falling rain, but this still did not make them dark enough for Grissom.
"No, Catherine. No way. Definitely not!"
"I know they're a bit bright but they didn't have any more colours. I guess you're size is a popular one." She ginned at him.
The rain had begun to fall even more heavily. Grissom had not moved from his spot when he took the shorts in mock causiousness, from Catherine, and a puddle was forming around his feet. They had been speechless for a few minutes, but nothing would make Grissom's lack of utterances more profound than from what he saw next.
Catherine walked back to the table and stood beside a bag resting on it. Her hand moved inside it, she slipped a finger between the straps and lifted her bikini top high up into the air, purposely staring at it and avoiding Grissom's eyes to encourage him to stare at it too. It worked; and the stunning red bikini held his eyes.
Still staring, he saw Catherine place the top on the table and turn her back to him. Her hands travelled to the straps resting on her moist shoulders and she slid them over her smooth skin. The top of the dress slid down to her waist and Grissom was completely conscious of the fact that if she turned to him now, he would not be able to contain his thrill.
Partly to his relief, partly to his disappointment, Catherine attached the slinky bikini top to herself. Grissom saw her twist round at her waist to face him.
"Would you turn around please?" Catherine asked with a mock seriousness in her tone.
Grissom did as he was asked, slowly and silently. Still clad in his tuxedo, which was now heavy with rainwater, he turned to face the gate they had entered from. Struggling to fight the urge to turn around, he used his imagination.
A few minutes later, Grissom felt two slender arms slide around his middle and stop at his jacket. Catherine, with difficulty, unbuttoned the suit and gradually slid her hands up his body and removed the jacked from his shoulders, then his arms. He turned to face her, basking in the glory of having a beautiful, sexy woman wearing almost nothing undress him. She looked absolutely stunning in her bikini; his eyes could not be torn away from her. He saw her throw the jacket across a sheltered chair; neither cared about the extra costs they were creating for the hired tuxedo at that moment.
Catherine's hands were back on his stomach as she untucked the soaked, now transparent white shirt from Grissom's trousers. Grissom stood there, allowing Catherine to achieve her goal. She worked her way from the top of his shirt to the bottom, ending up with her body even closer to his than when she started; almost pressed against it. The shirt now joined the jacket.
The rain, still soaking their hair and faces, barely made a difference any more. It seemed as though they could not get any wetter. Grissom lifted his hand to Catherine's dripping face and easily wiped away the running make-up that was streaming down her cheeks.
"Why do you wear so much make-up, Catherine? You're beautiful."
Catherine just looked up at him and smiled.
"You want to do the rest while I get us a drink?" She asked, touched by his comment, and looked down at his trousers that were clinging to his legs.
She turned reluctantly away from Grissom's torso that was coated in layers of water, and moved towards the awaiting champagne giving him a chance to change.
1:25am
Both glasses, third time empty, rested on the side of the pool. Catherine, who had had enough drink that night to make her very tipsy, had now become slightly nervous about what she thought could take place very soon.
She was in the deep end of the pool, both elbows and forearms resting on the far end side, her legs stretched out in front of her, gently moving up and down and further disturbing the surface of the water. The rain was covering her already wet hair and face. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to the weeping heavens, feeling the rain's cool relief on her warm face.
Eyes still closed, Catherine felt two gentle hands on her outstretched ankles. Her legs were pulled apart and she felt Grissom slowly move his body between them. She brought her eyes back to rest in his gaze. Grissom had placed his hands either side of her body on the edge of the pool to hold himself up in the water. Catherine's body looked slippery with the constant rainwater and Grissom traced a finger along her chest, up her neck, to her chin where he rested it.
Catherine pressed her own hand to his cheek and started gently pushing her body against him from her place by the pool wall. Grissom felt his fingers slip from the ledge that had been supporting him and as Catherine's mouth connected with his, the edge of the pool disappeared from his fingertips and both splashed into the water with such force that they went under.
Feeling the water sink into almost every crevice, Catherine and Grissom kept a tight hold on each other. No sound was heard apart from the surging water in their ears. This water had engulfed them so long that they had to rush to the surface for oxygen. As they did so, they heard all the sounds rush back into their ears. With their lips only millimetres apart and taking a short sharp breath, they crashed back into their kiss, so soon that they did not allow themselves to catch their breath . All the holding back from earlier had caused this explosion of passion in them both. Hands could not move fast enough over skin and it was physically impossible for them to get their bodies any closer; no matter how hard they tried.
Another breath. Longer this time. Then Grissom forced his lips back onto Catherine's, pushing her back into the water and causing her to smile into his mouth as they once again found themselves swallowed up by the water.
This time as they came up for air everything slowed its pace. Grissom cupped Catherine's face with his hands, both were gasping for breath. He could touch the floor with the tip of his toes, but Catherine, who was deeper into the pool than he was, was being held up easily by him. The rain was still thundering down in gallons around them.
Grissom looked at Catherine and smiled cheekily, and as he lifted his hand to her shoulder, she found out why.
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Well, there you go. I'm working on the next chapter where I think some questions will be answered. Stay tuned ;) ~ Cath