CHAPTER THREE (NC-17)
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Catherine took a step back, a dominating smugness surrounding her. She couldn't deny the thrill that was building at her core as she watched him bound to the bed, completely unaware of his surroundings. She grinned as she observed him fidgeting, lifting his shoulders off the bed as he struggled against the restraints. Catherine smiled at her power, feeling a familiar warmth pool between her legs.
Unbeknownst to Catherine, Gil was acutely aware of her exact location in the room; his loss of sight heightening his sense of hearing and smell. Taking a deep inhalation, a delightful mixture of strawberries and an unrecognizable tropical fruit journeyed to his nose. "Catherine?" The impatience in his voice was unmistakable, and once again he struggled against the silk ties.
"Patience, grasshopper." She mocked, sauntering over to him. Her eyes feasted on his smooth chest, trailing down to the buckle of his black jeans. "I'm just trying to get you to sink into the character." She suppressed a giggle, knowing that his eyes must be burning with anger behind the blindfold.
"Character? I'm a scientist, Catherine - not an actor!" He pulled against the scarves; nervousness, anger and lust causing him to become restless.
Catherine let her tongue rest against the corner of her lip, his ire fuelling her desire for him. "So, what do we know?" She sat on the side of the bed, watching a frown develop on his face.
"Why are we discussing this now -" another pull against his restraints, referring to his current position "- in this state?"
"Setting the mood." She replied quickly. "Okay, he was under her control at the beginning and then she ended up on top of him, was shot and then flipped over. So how did they get from this," her hand rested on his chest, feeling him inhale sharply, "to their final resting place?" Kneeling on the bed, Catherine hesitated for a moment, then swung her right leg over him, straddling his waist.
Gil held his breath as he felt Catherine shift on his abdomen. "Right, by the imprints of her knees on either side of his torso, we assume that she had to be in this position," he paused, trying to control his rapid heart beats, "or something closely related to it." He finally said, trying hard not to shuffle his body further up in order to feel her against his now straining arousal.
Catherine unconsciously placed her hands against his chest, her eyes shooting to his blindfolded gaze, as soon as her palms touched his heated skin.
"So..." Gil breathed out, "we have to find a way to get man on top of woman."
Silence ensued his accidental innuendo.
"... because we found Harding's blood embedded in McKenna's sternum, which insinuates that the bullet had to have passed through her before reaching him." Gil tried to fill the silence.
"And the ligature marks show that it was indeed McKenna tied to the mattress, so..." He continued to babble, hoping to draw the attention away from his blatant desire.
"Can you move at all?" Catherine interrupted, looking at his hands. She closed her eyes briefly, imagining those beautiful hands caressing, exploring, teasing ... loving her body.
Gil wiggled slightly under her weight, "not really." He let out a slow breath, feeling her shift slightly lower. He chewed out his lower lip; his body in deep confrontation with his mind.
"Again." Catherine ordered him, watching his biceps flex as he attempted to free himself from the silk material.
"It's not working." Gil dropped both his hands against the mattress, allowing Catherine a peek at his sexy pout.
"C'mon, you're not even trying." Catherine chided him, an evil grin hiding behind her eyes.
"Cath!" Gil released her name, surprise evident in his voice. "I'm doing my best here ... I'm not really trained for this kind of stuff." He swallowed hard, afraid to show his vulnerable side. "It makes me nervous."
His last statement was soft, but not lost to Catherine's ears. "Nervous? Why are you nervous, Gil - it's just me." Her tone grew comforting as she let her hand gently caress his skin, rubbing soothing circles into his being.
He closed his eyes behind the blindfold, savouring her voice and touch while soaking in her distinct aroma. Her image danced behind lazy lids, and his skin burned with desire where her hands touched. "I know. It's just that we're in a very ..." He sighed, his head falling back against the pillow, along with his thoughts.
"Compromising situation?" When she saw him nod, she let out a little laugh. "Just think of it as a scene from a movie ... a small act from a play." She purposely rubbed herself against his arousal. "We're set characters, in a set situation, interpreting set actions - we do our lines, then move on." She leaned over him, allowing her hair to tickle his face.
Gil raised his hips off the bed, elevating Catherine slightly. "Catherine ..." He whispered. "Catherine, we shouldn't be doing this."
Catherine's heart began to beat faster, feasting on the raw emotion dripping from his smooth, tenor voice. "It's just an experiment, Gil." She as much told herself as she did her supervisor and dreamed of lover.
Gil arched his back, meeting her teasing hands as they caressed his chest, tripping from one nipple to the other. He let out a moan, feeling her warm breath against his skin; his stomach spasming as her tongue tasted him right above his navel.
"Oh God." Gil rolled his head back against the pillow, his forehead touching the wooden headboard.
Catherine sighed against his skin, the overpowering desire to devour him was soon taking control of her mind. Her mind acted passively as her libido began to take command, forcing her to follow lust's path instead of logic's journey ... allowing her to act in ways only her dreams permitted. She took another liberty of shifting her core lower, revelling against his hardness that she kept safe between her legs. Her eyes flicked to his as she heard her whispered name, and without second thought, she bent down, feverishly seeking out his lips.
Gil could all but lie there, only able to respond with his lips. He arched his back as he felt her glide her hands across his chest and down to his pants; whereupon she popped open the button, folding the top of his pants open, allowing the top of the elastic band of his boxers into view.
Catherine's fingers danced across his waist, until they reached his boxers and she began to slide her fingers back and forth, right under the elastic band, grazing his sensitive skin.
"Catherine ..." It was almost a chant, and he could no longer hide the love that riddled his voice.
Impulse's muse incited the slow peel of his pants, dragging them down his thighs, calves and feet, finally letting them drop to the floor.
"Catherine ...?" Confusion lay heavy in his voice, as he felt her straddle his pelvis again, this time feeling skin on skin instead of the material of her slacks. Gil pulled against the ties, finally finding his voice. "Cath ... Cath, what are we doing?" He couldn't control the minute bucking against her - his desire stronger than his will. He exhaled roughly, trying to calm his overactive hips.
"Don't you want this, Gil?" She leaned down, her tongue branding his neck and jaw, nipping, teasing and tasting.
"No ... no we shouldn't." He said, unconvincingly. A pause settled. "God, you feel so good." He continued, his raised hips negating his previous false statement.
Catherine let her hand travel between them as she ground her pelvis into his, memorizing the feel of his erection against her core. A duel spasm erupted as Catherine's hand touched herself and Gil at the same time.
Gil moaned as her tongue made its way along his neck and up to his ear, shivering slightly as she wet his earlobe and gently tugged at it with her teeth. "Cath, please ... you have no idea what you are doing to me." His plea was answered with another brush against his arousal.
"Oh, I think I have a vague impression." She knew that her unseen grin didn't go unnoticed, as an amicable frown settled across his lips. The activity near his mouth inspired her to take action, and she lunged, once again trapping his lips between hers. Her tongue infiltrated his mouth, forcing his to surrender to her being and a moan surfaced as his began to fight back, overpowering her 'spy'.
He felt her withdraw slightly from his body, and though his mind deemed the action appropriate, his heart gasped in pain as the contact was broken. Gil struggled against the restraints, wanting to see her, feel her, touch her, please her. "Cath ..." It wasn't a warning, or a question, but almost a supplication - a request to return to the harbour. He felt her undulate back against his body, stretching atop of him: pelvis, tummy and "God ..." he exhaled, feeling her naked chest mate with his. He pushed himself into her, wanting his skin to absorb hers. "I want you so much, Cath ..." He whispered softly to her, no longer willing to hide his carnality. After a few moments of just feeding off each other's energy, his words lay suspended in the tense air. "I need you."
Whispered with truth and vulnerability, Catherine pushed herself into a sitting position, allowing her hands to rest on the hard swell of his biceps, flexed from his fisted hands. "Do you love me?" She asked, her mind reading her heart's thoughts, slowly pushing her libido to a moment's side. She needed this affirmation, this sense of belonging. She watched him nervously chew out his lip, knowing that his eyes were staring straight at her, despite the clouding cloth.
"I - I can't answer that." It was abrupt and without truth, causing him to shake his head, feeling disgusted with himself. "We can't do this ... we shouldn't." Again, his verity held no foundation, and he knew that his lies were in vain - these feelings had grown too powerful to hide, too important to deny ... too destined to keep from her. "Make love to me, Catherine." He lifted his darkened gaze, searching for her smell, aching to taste her. An overwhelming sense of completion forced a sigh when her lips met his, the impact guiding his head back down on the pillow. A hand caressed his cheek as another toyed with his salt-and-peppered curls.
Catherine smiled, heart swelling at his demand and she sought his lips with a hunger never experienced before. As her lips tempted his, her hands reached between them, slowly pushing his boxers down his legs. When she returned to her original positions, Gil exhaled throatily at the feel of her naked core against his skin. "Cath," he paused as his laboured breath interrupted his flow of words, "Cath, I want to see you." He begged, his forehead once again pressed against the cool headboard.
Light infiltrated his senses as the blindfold was gently removed and his eyes drank her natural beauty, presented to him - to his heart alone. "Thank you ..." he murmured, not only for the removal of the blindfold, but for giving him a chance to experience Nirvana, even if it was for a moment's worth.
Catherine gazed into his eyes, seeing a familiar twinkle, but never having been interpreted until this moment in time. "Gil ...?"
Her eyes asked all, and he nodded at her request. He pushed his head deep into the pillow, forcibly closing his eyes; trying not to give in to the sensation of her core enveloping him in an abyss of bliss.
–TBC–
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Catherine took a step back, a dominating smugness surrounding her. She couldn't deny the thrill that was building at her core as she watched him bound to the bed, completely unaware of his surroundings. She grinned as she observed him fidgeting, lifting his shoulders off the bed as he struggled against the restraints. Catherine smiled at her power, feeling a familiar warmth pool between her legs.
Unbeknownst to Catherine, Gil was acutely aware of her exact location in the room; his loss of sight heightening his sense of hearing and smell. Taking a deep inhalation, a delightful mixture of strawberries and an unrecognizable tropical fruit journeyed to his nose. "Catherine?" The impatience in his voice was unmistakable, and once again he struggled against the silk ties.
"Patience, grasshopper." She mocked, sauntering over to him. Her eyes feasted on his smooth chest, trailing down to the buckle of his black jeans. "I'm just trying to get you to sink into the character." She suppressed a giggle, knowing that his eyes must be burning with anger behind the blindfold.
"Character? I'm a scientist, Catherine - not an actor!" He pulled against the scarves; nervousness, anger and lust causing him to become restless.
Catherine let her tongue rest against the corner of her lip, his ire fuelling her desire for him. "So, what do we know?" She sat on the side of the bed, watching a frown develop on his face.
"Why are we discussing this now -" another pull against his restraints, referring to his current position "- in this state?"
"Setting the mood." She replied quickly. "Okay, he was under her control at the beginning and then she ended up on top of him, was shot and then flipped over. So how did they get from this," her hand rested on his chest, feeling him inhale sharply, "to their final resting place?" Kneeling on the bed, Catherine hesitated for a moment, then swung her right leg over him, straddling his waist.
Gil held his breath as he felt Catherine shift on his abdomen. "Right, by the imprints of her knees on either side of his torso, we assume that she had to be in this position," he paused, trying to control his rapid heart beats, "or something closely related to it." He finally said, trying hard not to shuffle his body further up in order to feel her against his now straining arousal.
Catherine unconsciously placed her hands against his chest, her eyes shooting to his blindfolded gaze, as soon as her palms touched his heated skin.
"So..." Gil breathed out, "we have to find a way to get man on top of woman."
Silence ensued his accidental innuendo.
"... because we found Harding's blood embedded in McKenna's sternum, which insinuates that the bullet had to have passed through her before reaching him." Gil tried to fill the silence.
"And the ligature marks show that it was indeed McKenna tied to the mattress, so..." He continued to babble, hoping to draw the attention away from his blatant desire.
"Can you move at all?" Catherine interrupted, looking at his hands. She closed her eyes briefly, imagining those beautiful hands caressing, exploring, teasing ... loving her body.
Gil wiggled slightly under her weight, "not really." He let out a slow breath, feeling her shift slightly lower. He chewed out his lower lip; his body in deep confrontation with his mind.
"Again." Catherine ordered him, watching his biceps flex as he attempted to free himself from the silk material.
"It's not working." Gil dropped both his hands against the mattress, allowing Catherine a peek at his sexy pout.
"C'mon, you're not even trying." Catherine chided him, an evil grin hiding behind her eyes.
"Cath!" Gil released her name, surprise evident in his voice. "I'm doing my best here ... I'm not really trained for this kind of stuff." He swallowed hard, afraid to show his vulnerable side. "It makes me nervous."
His last statement was soft, but not lost to Catherine's ears. "Nervous? Why are you nervous, Gil - it's just me." Her tone grew comforting as she let her hand gently caress his skin, rubbing soothing circles into his being.
He closed his eyes behind the blindfold, savouring her voice and touch while soaking in her distinct aroma. Her image danced behind lazy lids, and his skin burned with desire where her hands touched. "I know. It's just that we're in a very ..." He sighed, his head falling back against the pillow, along with his thoughts.
"Compromising situation?" When she saw him nod, she let out a little laugh. "Just think of it as a scene from a movie ... a small act from a play." She purposely rubbed herself against his arousal. "We're set characters, in a set situation, interpreting set actions - we do our lines, then move on." She leaned over him, allowing her hair to tickle his face.
Gil raised his hips off the bed, elevating Catherine slightly. "Catherine ..." He whispered. "Catherine, we shouldn't be doing this."
Catherine's heart began to beat faster, feasting on the raw emotion dripping from his smooth, tenor voice. "It's just an experiment, Gil." She as much told herself as she did her supervisor and dreamed of lover.
Gil arched his back, meeting her teasing hands as they caressed his chest, tripping from one nipple to the other. He let out a moan, feeling her warm breath against his skin; his stomach spasming as her tongue tasted him right above his navel.
"Oh God." Gil rolled his head back against the pillow, his forehead touching the wooden headboard.
Catherine sighed against his skin, the overpowering desire to devour him was soon taking control of her mind. Her mind acted passively as her libido began to take command, forcing her to follow lust's path instead of logic's journey ... allowing her to act in ways only her dreams permitted. She took another liberty of shifting her core lower, revelling against his hardness that she kept safe between her legs. Her eyes flicked to his as she heard her whispered name, and without second thought, she bent down, feverishly seeking out his lips.
Gil could all but lie there, only able to respond with his lips. He arched his back as he felt her glide her hands across his chest and down to his pants; whereupon she popped open the button, folding the top of his pants open, allowing the top of the elastic band of his boxers into view.
Catherine's fingers danced across his waist, until they reached his boxers and she began to slide her fingers back and forth, right under the elastic band, grazing his sensitive skin.
"Catherine ..." It was almost a chant, and he could no longer hide the love that riddled his voice.
Impulse's muse incited the slow peel of his pants, dragging them down his thighs, calves and feet, finally letting them drop to the floor.
"Catherine ...?" Confusion lay heavy in his voice, as he felt her straddle his pelvis again, this time feeling skin on skin instead of the material of her slacks. Gil pulled against the ties, finally finding his voice. "Cath ... Cath, what are we doing?" He couldn't control the minute bucking against her - his desire stronger than his will. He exhaled roughly, trying to calm his overactive hips.
"Don't you want this, Gil?" She leaned down, her tongue branding his neck and jaw, nipping, teasing and tasting.
"No ... no we shouldn't." He said, unconvincingly. A pause settled. "God, you feel so good." He continued, his raised hips negating his previous false statement.
Catherine let her hand travel between them as she ground her pelvis into his, memorizing the feel of his erection against her core. A duel spasm erupted as Catherine's hand touched herself and Gil at the same time.
Gil moaned as her tongue made its way along his neck and up to his ear, shivering slightly as she wet his earlobe and gently tugged at it with her teeth. "Cath, please ... you have no idea what you are doing to me." His plea was answered with another brush against his arousal.
"Oh, I think I have a vague impression." She knew that her unseen grin didn't go unnoticed, as an amicable frown settled across his lips. The activity near his mouth inspired her to take action, and she lunged, once again trapping his lips between hers. Her tongue infiltrated his mouth, forcing his to surrender to her being and a moan surfaced as his began to fight back, overpowering her 'spy'.
He felt her withdraw slightly from his body, and though his mind deemed the action appropriate, his heart gasped in pain as the contact was broken. Gil struggled against the restraints, wanting to see her, feel her, touch her, please her. "Cath ..." It wasn't a warning, or a question, but almost a supplication - a request to return to the harbour. He felt her undulate back against his body, stretching atop of him: pelvis, tummy and "God ..." he exhaled, feeling her naked chest mate with his. He pushed himself into her, wanting his skin to absorb hers. "I want you so much, Cath ..." He whispered softly to her, no longer willing to hide his carnality. After a few moments of just feeding off each other's energy, his words lay suspended in the tense air. "I need you."
Whispered with truth and vulnerability, Catherine pushed herself into a sitting position, allowing her hands to rest on the hard swell of his biceps, flexed from his fisted hands. "Do you love me?" She asked, her mind reading her heart's thoughts, slowly pushing her libido to a moment's side. She needed this affirmation, this sense of belonging. She watched him nervously chew out his lip, knowing that his eyes were staring straight at her, despite the clouding cloth.
"I - I can't answer that." It was abrupt and without truth, causing him to shake his head, feeling disgusted with himself. "We can't do this ... we shouldn't." Again, his verity held no foundation, and he knew that his lies were in vain - these feelings had grown too powerful to hide, too important to deny ... too destined to keep from her. "Make love to me, Catherine." He lifted his darkened gaze, searching for her smell, aching to taste her. An overwhelming sense of completion forced a sigh when her lips met his, the impact guiding his head back down on the pillow. A hand caressed his cheek as another toyed with his salt-and-peppered curls.
Catherine smiled, heart swelling at his demand and she sought his lips with a hunger never experienced before. As her lips tempted his, her hands reached between them, slowly pushing his boxers down his legs. When she returned to her original positions, Gil exhaled throatily at the feel of her naked core against his skin. "Cath," he paused as his laboured breath interrupted his flow of words, "Cath, I want to see you." He begged, his forehead once again pressed against the cool headboard.
Light infiltrated his senses as the blindfold was gently removed and his eyes drank her natural beauty, presented to him - to his heart alone. "Thank you ..." he murmured, not only for the removal of the blindfold, but for giving him a chance to experience Nirvana, even if it was for a moment's worth.
Catherine gazed into his eyes, seeing a familiar twinkle, but never having been interpreted until this moment in time. "Gil ...?"
Her eyes asked all, and he nodded at her request. He pushed his head deep into the pillow, forcibly closing his eyes; trying not to give in to the sensation of her core enveloping him in an abyss of bliss.
–TBC–