This was definitely a chapter that I wasn't as confident with so reviews would be very welcome. And thank you again for your wonderful reviews from the last chapter. So great of you! Ok I'm a little scared with this chapter so don't hate me ;)
Previously:
"Well then, I'll just have to try my best to make you only concentrate on two things." He paused. Catherine looked at him still giggling but calming down. She made the assumption,
"You... and what's the other thing?"
Grissom let out a rare grin and subtly divulged his intention,
"Breathing."
Chapter 15 - Two Men But A Single Woman, Three Hearts That Beat As... Two?
May 9th - 10:15am
La Curaith Hotel Room
Catherine was woken the next morning by the vague clattering of cutlery. As her surroundings became clearer, the noise became louder in her ears and the welcome smell of warm pancakes wafted towards her. With a smile she opened her eyes as she felt Grissom's warm body slide under the covers next to her. She was presented with a very welcome vision. Grissom's hair was dishevelled and he was unshaven, creating a rugged look for himself, which Catherine was beginning to find incredibly sexy. He smiled back at her.
"Morning," he began, kissing her softly and stroking his hand over her hair. Her eyes closed once more as she drowned herself in the touch of his lips and hand. "And how are we this morning?" he continued, still with his hand on her hair, rhythmically stroking it.
Her eyes opened and looked into his. Catherine knew what he meant. At the same time as asking how she is, Grissom's subtle undertone was how are *we* this morning?
"I feel wonderful. But I don't want to think about anything but the very recent past," she grinned playfully then continued, "and the present."
"Well then," Grissom said, respecting her lack of enthusiasm for the future and understanding it all too well, "speaking of the present, turn around."
Catherine turned after eyeing him suspiciously, and found a tray resting on the bedside table. It had placed on it, a steaming hot cup of tea in a plain white, but delicate, china cup and saucer, and three scotch pancakes all piled upon each other with syrup dripping mouth wateringly down the sides. These were placed on the same delicate china, a small plate with slight dimples around the edges. There was also a small glass of orange juice placed carefully in the top right corner of the dark wooden tray. Catherine smiled at the welcome sight.
However, a single red rose resting in a tall, thin glass vase, and a sole cream coloured envelope primarily caught her eye. Catherine pulled the tray carefully onto her lap after sitting up in the large bed that had felt as though it had engulfed her that night, and turned to Grissom, seeing that he had done the same with his tray, which she had not seen resting behind him before.
She picked up the envelope, once again eyeing him suspiciously. The envelope was smooth to touch and had written on it a single 'C' inscribed on the front in deep blue ink and a carefully styled font. The ink however had been smudged, clearly not to Grissom's amusement. He answered Catherine's unspoken question.
"I had it with me all night last night. I think it was inevitable that it would have gotten wet somehow. I went to Edmund to get it this morning. Nice boy. Chirpy."
"Do I open it now or save it for after breakfast?" Catherine asked teasingly.
"Just open it, Catherine."
"Yes, Master."
Catherine slid a finger inside the fold of the envelope and tore the seal skilfully. Reaching inside, she pulled out a slither of paper, the only object that was in there.
She read it silently, and then questioned Grissom.
"May 16th?"
She looked at the paper again, making sure that was all that had been written on it, and checked that it had not been folded or that she was missing anything. Sure enough, that single piece was it. In the same style of writing as the 'C' on the envelope, but this time written in a gold pen on a red sheet of paper. It said,
'May 16th ~ 2003'
After Grissom made no efforts to answer, Catherine encouraged him.
"And this means...?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Well that's a copout."
"Sorry, Catherine. That's all... for now. Eat your breakfast it's getting cold."
Catherine eyed him dubiously once more for the last time then turned to her breakfast.
"This looks lovely."
They ate almost in silence, simply just enjoying each other's company and presence. They sat close; closer than was necessary, causing their arms to continuously brush against each other.
As Catherine finished her final mouthful of pancake, she remarked,
"I see the bed has dried."
Grissom chucked.
"Yeh, we did get it pretty wet last night."
"From the rain," Catherine quickly chipped in.
"Yeh... the rain."
Catherine lifted the flower out of its vase and placed the tray back onto the bedside table after seeing Grissom do the same. She held the flower to her nose, breathing it the scent she had always adored.
"Thanks," she whispered, barely audible to Grissom.
He shifted his body to face her.
"You deserve it."
Then she saw him smile mischievously at her, and he moved to the bottom of the bed. He pulled her feet so her body slid into a lying position. Grissom crawled on top of her, resting his body completely on hers but holding his head and shoulders up by propping them up on his elbows either side of Catherine's head. He brought his mouth to hers, taking his time. Making it last. They didn't have long.
11:30am
Grissom and Catherine lay in the bed. Both wide awake, but neither wanting to move. Catherine had rested her head on Grissom's chest and he had moved his arm to put around her. They lay there comfortably, Catherine playing with the small greying hairs on Grissom's chest with her fingers. Not a word had been spoken since they had taken up their current positions on the bed until...
"Ow!"
Catherine chuckled.
"Sorry, Gil."
"Catherine, that was painful."
"Oh come on, Grissom, it was one tiny hair."
"From my chest!"
Catherine chucked again.
"I hope you're not finding this funny." Grissom said, trying in vain to prevent his smile shining through.
Catherine tried to pull in her smile by tightening her lips together.
"No, sir." She responded in mock seriousness.
"Right, well that's it."
Grissom sat up suddenly and leapt off the bed.
"Where are you going?"
He didn't respond as he made his way to the bathroom leaving the door open as he entered. She heard the shower run as he called to her.
"You coming?"
12:20pm
Grissom was sat in front of the mirror in their bedroom, ready to put his usual scentless gel on his hair. He felt a leg slide gracefully over his knees as Catherine positioned herself to sit on his lap, wrapping her legs around him. Grissom smiled as he saw that she was wearing his bumblebee T-shirt.
"That's a bit big for you."
"Let me do your hair."
Without listening to Grissom's protests, Catherine squirted gel onto her fingers and sensuously massaged it into his hair. Grissom pulled her closer by wrapping his arms around her back. He kissed her neck as their bodies slowly rubbed against each other. Catherine still managed to gel his hair, but it was getting harder to concentrate on that, so she stopped, running her hands down the back of his neck. She tilted her head allowing him more access to her neck. No matter how much they needed it, their bodies could not get any closer, so Grissom skilfully slipped the T-shirt over Catherine's head, hearing her moan in delight as his tongue made it's way over her bare skin. Catherine knew Grissom could sense the anticipation rapidly increase inside her by the second. He smiled at the amount of pleasure this was giving her and suddenly stopped.
"Right I have to go."
"Wh-what?" Catherine replied.
Grissom moved her off him and got up.
"That'll teach you to mess with these little guys."
He pulled up his shirt and pointed to the hairs on his chest. Grissom chuckled at her, to reassure her that nothing was really wrong. She threw him a playful pout but joined him in his chuckle.
"But I do have to go for a few minutes though. I couldn't carry everything we left with Edmund back up here, so I'll get it all now."
"Ok, I'll get ready whilst you're gone then." Catherine said with anxiety in her voice. Grissom heard it.
"Try not to think about Vegas, Cath," he said soothingly.
He kissed her gently, unwilling to pull apart. Worried about her threatening tears, Catherine was the one who pulled away.
"Get going, you," she ordered light-heartedly; and he was gone.
12:50pm
Catherine was getting restless. Grissom had not been away for very long but she wanted his company back.
"Good job I work with him," she mumbled to the bedspread.
But after that thought went through her mind she began to cringe. Every second away from him now lost them time together out of Vegas. The very idea of work was painful to think about. Still knowing what was got to happen between them when they returned, or rather what was *not* going to happen, an undesirable twang of suffering went through her body. She fell back on the bed, trying with all the efforts of her being to forget about the future. Last night they had shared something that could never be put into words. The power and electricity that had soared through their entwined bodies had almost been too much for both of them; how could they be about to lose it all?
Just as Catherine was going through the events of the previous night in her mind, she heard a gentle tapping at the door. Full of relief that he was back she climbed off the bed to open the door.
" Catherine?" A voice said, just as her hand was moving to the handle. She pulled it back. The familiar rugged voice shot waves of crazed passion down her spine.
"Shit." She muttered to herself. He knew what he did to her; why was he even here? She just prayed he would be gone by the time Grissom got back.
Catherine opened the door, suddenly noticing what had gone unnoticed last night by both her *and* Grissom; it had been fixed. She greeted Simon with a smile, but one single look from him and the desire burst inside her. Attempting to think of last night did not help; Simon was there, in front of her; in the present. He was the only thing in the room she could concentrate on; Grissom was not there to distract her.
Ever since she met him, she had been utterly clueless as to why he triggered this feeling inside her. He reminded her of Paul Newsome, Mr. District Engineer, a great deal. Maybe that was what it was. She never loved Paul; maybe she never even liked him, but there was the same kind of lust present that flew between her and Simon. She enjoyed it. At first she thought that that was what had developed between her and Grissom, but there was something else there, as well as the physical feelings, there was also the emotions. This was what made their situation so much harder.
"Simon, hi. How was your party?"
Simon ignored her question and walked past her into the room.
"Why did you leave?" he asked bluntly.
"Why do you think?" Catherine replied quickly, never faltering for a second.
"I apologised for that," he shot back defensively.
"Oh I know. And as much as I appreciate it, you did it for me, not for Gil." Catherine could feel the tension already begin to build up between them.
"Precisely, rather a nice gesture towards you, don't you think?" He advanced towards her, eyes never leaving hers. He could see her chest moving faster and faster as her breathing increased.
"Yes, I already said I appreciate it. You should learn to listen to people." Finally she caught him. He paused, stunned at her statement. Catherine continued after drawing out the pause long enough to make Simon feel slightly awkward.
"Listen to Gil. He's an interesting man. You never know, you might learn something." Then smiling, she continued, "I certainly have."
"Well you see, the thing is, I don't want to learn from Gil. You seem like far more interesting catch."
"There are plenty of fish in the sea, Simon. Learn from one of them."
"I tried, I failed."
The conversation would not stop. Both kept on firing words at each other. Although they were angry with each other, they could both feel the constant build up of sexual tension on the edge of exploding.
"Try again."
"Well I would if you would get out of my mind."
Catherine rolled her eyes, laughing at his slimy cliché.
"Don't tell me you don't feel it. I can see it in your whole body."
He was pushing her so close to the edge, and she was almost *willing* to go over. He was getting closer to her and they could both feel the heat rise around them. Through her hurried breathing, Catherine responded,
"Fine, I feel it, yeh. But things are... a little... complicated right now."
He took in a breath, preparing to speak, but at that moment the shrill ring of Catherine's phone sounded.
"Excuse me..." Grateful for the interruption, Catherine made her way to her phone on the bedside table. "Hello?"
"Eddie." Her appreciation for the call took a sudden dive. "I see you've changed locations from yesterday."
"What?"
"This is a bad time to talk about this. Especially over the phone."
"Are you drunk?"
"You want to what?"
Simon moved towards Catherine. He was watching the way her arms flailed about in the air as she was speaking. He stood opposite her, slightly concerned about the conversation she was having.
"Ed, can we talk about this another time, please?"
Simon's eyes met Catherine's just as she was saying, "Oh, so what do you want to do, just kiss me and cablamo everything will be normal?"
Simon could now hear Eddie's voice on the other end,
"... Catherine?... Catherine?"
She did not answer him. Her concentration now was solely on the man standing in front of her. Her mouth was slightly open and, after seeing him step forwards to decrease the distance between them, she heard his low, husky tone.
"Cablamo."
Still hearing Eddie's grating voice blaring out from Catherine's phone, she lowered it, not thinking to disconnect the line. Simon lifted his hand to her hair and brushed it back to prevent the concealment of her eyes. Their heart beats suddenly erupted with speed at the touch of their bare flesh.
Catherine lifted her eyes to his as he lowered his hand to the small of her back and pulled her towards him. Their kiss was gentle; soothing. She pulled back after just a few seconds, it didn't feel quite right. Simon reached for her phone.
"Let's turn this broken record off shall we?"
He lifted the bellowing phone and with a single 'beep', the call was disconnected. They just stood for a few seconds, then instantaneously, Catherine and Simon's lips met for the second time, but this time it was full of hunger. They had left their previous smooth and refined atmosphere, which had felt uncomfortable to both of them, and had created an explosion of passion.
They pulled away, breathless but with a need for more. Catherine couldn't think of anything at the moment, when once again their lips crashed together.
Simon moaned into her mouth and Catherine faltered. He sounded exactly like Grissom. She pulled away once more, still gasping for breath.
"Wait. We can't do this."
"Oh no you don't, Catherine. I'm sure you felt that; you can't back away now."
"But Grissom-"
"What about me?" They both turned in the direction of the voice to see Grissom standing in the open doorway.
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Don't forget to review :oD Hope you enjoyed it. I'll try my best to get chapter 16 up asap. Thanks for reading (and reviewing ;) ) ~ Cath
Previously:
"Well then, I'll just have to try my best to make you only concentrate on two things." He paused. Catherine looked at him still giggling but calming down. She made the assumption,
"You... and what's the other thing?"
Grissom let out a rare grin and subtly divulged his intention,
"Breathing."
Chapter 15 - Two Men But A Single Woman, Three Hearts That Beat As... Two?
May 9th - 10:15am
La Curaith Hotel Room
Catherine was woken the next morning by the vague clattering of cutlery. As her surroundings became clearer, the noise became louder in her ears and the welcome smell of warm pancakes wafted towards her. With a smile she opened her eyes as she felt Grissom's warm body slide under the covers next to her. She was presented with a very welcome vision. Grissom's hair was dishevelled and he was unshaven, creating a rugged look for himself, which Catherine was beginning to find incredibly sexy. He smiled back at her.
"Morning," he began, kissing her softly and stroking his hand over her hair. Her eyes closed once more as she drowned herself in the touch of his lips and hand. "And how are we this morning?" he continued, still with his hand on her hair, rhythmically stroking it.
Her eyes opened and looked into his. Catherine knew what he meant. At the same time as asking how she is, Grissom's subtle undertone was how are *we* this morning?
"I feel wonderful. But I don't want to think about anything but the very recent past," she grinned playfully then continued, "and the present."
"Well then," Grissom said, respecting her lack of enthusiasm for the future and understanding it all too well, "speaking of the present, turn around."
Catherine turned after eyeing him suspiciously, and found a tray resting on the bedside table. It had placed on it, a steaming hot cup of tea in a plain white, but delicate, china cup and saucer, and three scotch pancakes all piled upon each other with syrup dripping mouth wateringly down the sides. These were placed on the same delicate china, a small plate with slight dimples around the edges. There was also a small glass of orange juice placed carefully in the top right corner of the dark wooden tray. Catherine smiled at the welcome sight.
However, a single red rose resting in a tall, thin glass vase, and a sole cream coloured envelope primarily caught her eye. Catherine pulled the tray carefully onto her lap after sitting up in the large bed that had felt as though it had engulfed her that night, and turned to Grissom, seeing that he had done the same with his tray, which she had not seen resting behind him before.
She picked up the envelope, once again eyeing him suspiciously. The envelope was smooth to touch and had written on it a single 'C' inscribed on the front in deep blue ink and a carefully styled font. The ink however had been smudged, clearly not to Grissom's amusement. He answered Catherine's unspoken question.
"I had it with me all night last night. I think it was inevitable that it would have gotten wet somehow. I went to Edmund to get it this morning. Nice boy. Chirpy."
"Do I open it now or save it for after breakfast?" Catherine asked teasingly.
"Just open it, Catherine."
"Yes, Master."
Catherine slid a finger inside the fold of the envelope and tore the seal skilfully. Reaching inside, she pulled out a slither of paper, the only object that was in there.
She read it silently, and then questioned Grissom.
"May 16th?"
She looked at the paper again, making sure that was all that had been written on it, and checked that it had not been folded or that she was missing anything. Sure enough, that single piece was it. In the same style of writing as the 'C' on the envelope, but this time written in a gold pen on a red sheet of paper. It said,
'May 16th ~ 2003'
After Grissom made no efforts to answer, Catherine encouraged him.
"And this means...?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Well that's a copout."
"Sorry, Catherine. That's all... for now. Eat your breakfast it's getting cold."
Catherine eyed him dubiously once more for the last time then turned to her breakfast.
"This looks lovely."
They ate almost in silence, simply just enjoying each other's company and presence. They sat close; closer than was necessary, causing their arms to continuously brush against each other.
As Catherine finished her final mouthful of pancake, she remarked,
"I see the bed has dried."
Grissom chucked.
"Yeh, we did get it pretty wet last night."
"From the rain," Catherine quickly chipped in.
"Yeh... the rain."
Catherine lifted the flower out of its vase and placed the tray back onto the bedside table after seeing Grissom do the same. She held the flower to her nose, breathing it the scent she had always adored.
"Thanks," she whispered, barely audible to Grissom.
He shifted his body to face her.
"You deserve it."
Then she saw him smile mischievously at her, and he moved to the bottom of the bed. He pulled her feet so her body slid into a lying position. Grissom crawled on top of her, resting his body completely on hers but holding his head and shoulders up by propping them up on his elbows either side of Catherine's head. He brought his mouth to hers, taking his time. Making it last. They didn't have long.
11:30am
Grissom and Catherine lay in the bed. Both wide awake, but neither wanting to move. Catherine had rested her head on Grissom's chest and he had moved his arm to put around her. They lay there comfortably, Catherine playing with the small greying hairs on Grissom's chest with her fingers. Not a word had been spoken since they had taken up their current positions on the bed until...
"Ow!"
Catherine chuckled.
"Sorry, Gil."
"Catherine, that was painful."
"Oh come on, Grissom, it was one tiny hair."
"From my chest!"
Catherine chucked again.
"I hope you're not finding this funny." Grissom said, trying in vain to prevent his smile shining through.
Catherine tried to pull in her smile by tightening her lips together.
"No, sir." She responded in mock seriousness.
"Right, well that's it."
Grissom sat up suddenly and leapt off the bed.
"Where are you going?"
He didn't respond as he made his way to the bathroom leaving the door open as he entered. She heard the shower run as he called to her.
"You coming?"
12:20pm
Grissom was sat in front of the mirror in their bedroom, ready to put his usual scentless gel on his hair. He felt a leg slide gracefully over his knees as Catherine positioned herself to sit on his lap, wrapping her legs around him. Grissom smiled as he saw that she was wearing his bumblebee T-shirt.
"That's a bit big for you."
"Let me do your hair."
Without listening to Grissom's protests, Catherine squirted gel onto her fingers and sensuously massaged it into his hair. Grissom pulled her closer by wrapping his arms around her back. He kissed her neck as their bodies slowly rubbed against each other. Catherine still managed to gel his hair, but it was getting harder to concentrate on that, so she stopped, running her hands down the back of his neck. She tilted her head allowing him more access to her neck. No matter how much they needed it, their bodies could not get any closer, so Grissom skilfully slipped the T-shirt over Catherine's head, hearing her moan in delight as his tongue made it's way over her bare skin. Catherine knew Grissom could sense the anticipation rapidly increase inside her by the second. He smiled at the amount of pleasure this was giving her and suddenly stopped.
"Right I have to go."
"Wh-what?" Catherine replied.
Grissom moved her off him and got up.
"That'll teach you to mess with these little guys."
He pulled up his shirt and pointed to the hairs on his chest. Grissom chuckled at her, to reassure her that nothing was really wrong. She threw him a playful pout but joined him in his chuckle.
"But I do have to go for a few minutes though. I couldn't carry everything we left with Edmund back up here, so I'll get it all now."
"Ok, I'll get ready whilst you're gone then." Catherine said with anxiety in her voice. Grissom heard it.
"Try not to think about Vegas, Cath," he said soothingly.
He kissed her gently, unwilling to pull apart. Worried about her threatening tears, Catherine was the one who pulled away.
"Get going, you," she ordered light-heartedly; and he was gone.
12:50pm
Catherine was getting restless. Grissom had not been away for very long but she wanted his company back.
"Good job I work with him," she mumbled to the bedspread.
But after that thought went through her mind she began to cringe. Every second away from him now lost them time together out of Vegas. The very idea of work was painful to think about. Still knowing what was got to happen between them when they returned, or rather what was *not* going to happen, an undesirable twang of suffering went through her body. She fell back on the bed, trying with all the efforts of her being to forget about the future. Last night they had shared something that could never be put into words. The power and electricity that had soared through their entwined bodies had almost been too much for both of them; how could they be about to lose it all?
Just as Catherine was going through the events of the previous night in her mind, she heard a gentle tapping at the door. Full of relief that he was back she climbed off the bed to open the door.
" Catherine?" A voice said, just as her hand was moving to the handle. She pulled it back. The familiar rugged voice shot waves of crazed passion down her spine.
"Shit." She muttered to herself. He knew what he did to her; why was he even here? She just prayed he would be gone by the time Grissom got back.
Catherine opened the door, suddenly noticing what had gone unnoticed last night by both her *and* Grissom; it had been fixed. She greeted Simon with a smile, but one single look from him and the desire burst inside her. Attempting to think of last night did not help; Simon was there, in front of her; in the present. He was the only thing in the room she could concentrate on; Grissom was not there to distract her.
Ever since she met him, she had been utterly clueless as to why he triggered this feeling inside her. He reminded her of Paul Newsome, Mr. District Engineer, a great deal. Maybe that was what it was. She never loved Paul; maybe she never even liked him, but there was the same kind of lust present that flew between her and Simon. She enjoyed it. At first she thought that that was what had developed between her and Grissom, but there was something else there, as well as the physical feelings, there was also the emotions. This was what made their situation so much harder.
"Simon, hi. How was your party?"
Simon ignored her question and walked past her into the room.
"Why did you leave?" he asked bluntly.
"Why do you think?" Catherine replied quickly, never faltering for a second.
"I apologised for that," he shot back defensively.
"Oh I know. And as much as I appreciate it, you did it for me, not for Gil." Catherine could feel the tension already begin to build up between them.
"Precisely, rather a nice gesture towards you, don't you think?" He advanced towards her, eyes never leaving hers. He could see her chest moving faster and faster as her breathing increased.
"Yes, I already said I appreciate it. You should learn to listen to people." Finally she caught him. He paused, stunned at her statement. Catherine continued after drawing out the pause long enough to make Simon feel slightly awkward.
"Listen to Gil. He's an interesting man. You never know, you might learn something." Then smiling, she continued, "I certainly have."
"Well you see, the thing is, I don't want to learn from Gil. You seem like far more interesting catch."
"There are plenty of fish in the sea, Simon. Learn from one of them."
"I tried, I failed."
The conversation would not stop. Both kept on firing words at each other. Although they were angry with each other, they could both feel the constant build up of sexual tension on the edge of exploding.
"Try again."
"Well I would if you would get out of my mind."
Catherine rolled her eyes, laughing at his slimy cliché.
"Don't tell me you don't feel it. I can see it in your whole body."
He was pushing her so close to the edge, and she was almost *willing* to go over. He was getting closer to her and they could both feel the heat rise around them. Through her hurried breathing, Catherine responded,
"Fine, I feel it, yeh. But things are... a little... complicated right now."
He took in a breath, preparing to speak, but at that moment the shrill ring of Catherine's phone sounded.
"Excuse me..." Grateful for the interruption, Catherine made her way to her phone on the bedside table. "Hello?"
"Eddie." Her appreciation for the call took a sudden dive. "I see you've changed locations from yesterday."
"What?"
"This is a bad time to talk about this. Especially over the phone."
"Are you drunk?"
"You want to what?"
Simon moved towards Catherine. He was watching the way her arms flailed about in the air as she was speaking. He stood opposite her, slightly concerned about the conversation she was having.
"Ed, can we talk about this another time, please?"
Simon's eyes met Catherine's just as she was saying, "Oh, so what do you want to do, just kiss me and cablamo everything will be normal?"
Simon could now hear Eddie's voice on the other end,
"... Catherine?... Catherine?"
She did not answer him. Her concentration now was solely on the man standing in front of her. Her mouth was slightly open and, after seeing him step forwards to decrease the distance between them, she heard his low, husky tone.
"Cablamo."
Still hearing Eddie's grating voice blaring out from Catherine's phone, she lowered it, not thinking to disconnect the line. Simon lifted his hand to her hair and brushed it back to prevent the concealment of her eyes. Their heart beats suddenly erupted with speed at the touch of their bare flesh.
Catherine lifted her eyes to his as he lowered his hand to the small of her back and pulled her towards him. Their kiss was gentle; soothing. She pulled back after just a few seconds, it didn't feel quite right. Simon reached for her phone.
"Let's turn this broken record off shall we?"
He lifted the bellowing phone and with a single 'beep', the call was disconnected. They just stood for a few seconds, then instantaneously, Catherine and Simon's lips met for the second time, but this time it was full of hunger. They had left their previous smooth and refined atmosphere, which had felt uncomfortable to both of them, and had created an explosion of passion.
They pulled away, breathless but with a need for more. Catherine couldn't think of anything at the moment, when once again their lips crashed together.
Simon moaned into her mouth and Catherine faltered. He sounded exactly like Grissom. She pulled away once more, still gasping for breath.
"Wait. We can't do this."
"Oh no you don't, Catherine. I'm sure you felt that; you can't back away now."
"But Grissom-"
"What about me?" They both turned in the direction of the voice to see Grissom standing in the open doorway.
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Don't forget to review :oD Hope you enjoyed it. I'll try my best to get chapter 16 up asap. Thanks for reading (and reviewing ;) ) ~ Cath