Title: Get the Upper Hand
Author: Lady Lizi
Summary: It's all easy, until you let someone else get the upper hand.
Author's Note: I'm a tease, and it's fun.

Greg stood in front of Aiden's door, a curious look in his eye. She'd asked him to be there at seven, and it was seven fifteen, but he was knocking and she wasn't answering. He figured, since he'd been there so many times, that she wouldn't mind if he just opened the door. So, he did, and a wry grin crossed his face. On the floor, dozens and dozens of candy kisses were spread, in somewhat of a trail, leading into the hallway. This was classic Aiden. She loved all the cliché romantic stuff that you read about in books and see in movies, but she wanted it to be reality. And Greg wasn't about to object to a make-out session on a bed covered in rose petals, or however Aiden had it set up.

Truth be told, since the kiss they'd shared, they'd taken Warrick and Catherine's place as the most publicly involved couple in the Las Vegas Crime Lab. And they loved it. They loved being public about their kisses, and telling the world that they cared for one another. Greg picked up one of the candy kisses on the floor and followed the rest of the trail to the end, peering into Aiden's room, to see that she wasn't there. But the trail of kisses went on--right out to the balcony. He showed a boyish grin and followed it right to the end, a smile crossing his face as he saw Aiden standing, back to him, staring over the Las Vegas lights. She looked so beautiful, even though he couldn't even see her face.

She stood, in a knee-length, blue sundress, with no shoes, and her hair in a mess of a ponytail. And she still looked so sexy. He approached her and stood beside her, putting his arm around her waist. "Hey, Aid..." he placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
She smiled over at him and let out a slight laugh. "I was wondering when you'd figure out that I had a surprise for you. 'Mr. Master CSI.' Couldn't even figure out his girlfriend's surprise. Wait'll I tell the guys about this..." she winked and pressed her lips to Greg's. Even in everyday clothes—tan cargo shorts and a black t-shirt—Greg looked absolutely gorgeous.
He interlocked their hands and shrugged, looking out at the Vegas lights with her. "It was worth the wait. You look so beautiful in that dress..." he maneuvered himself behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist gently. "So, what was so urgent that it couldn't wait until tomorrow morning? Not that I mind being here...but, you know."

She loved that adorable confused look that Greg got sometimes. "I know. And be patient. Patience is a virtue..." she leaned back into him and relished in the feeling of his arms around her. A virtue I don't possess...she added inwardly, a grin plastered on her face.
He raised an eyebrow and put his chin on her shoulder. "It's always nice to hear 'patience is a virtue' from the woman who couldn't even wait overnight to talk to me..." he winked and kissed her on the cheek, his heart racing as her leg brushed against his. Suddenly, the heat was unbearable.

She turned her head sideways and winked, pulling away from him and holding her index finger up. "Wait right there for a second, huh?" she wiggled her eyebrows provocatively and rushed inside, and through her bedroom, to the kitchen.

Greg watched as she rushed away, and when she was out of sight, he fanned himself discreetly. She was so unbelievable. And she was his. He'd almost lost her, but she was okay now, and she was his. He leaned forward against her balcony and waited for her to come back, that goofy Greg Sanders grin pasted on his face. He was quite possibly the luckiest man alive.

Aiden grinned as she turned the corner onto the balcony. He was way too good to be true. And as far as she knew, he was all about her. She held two glasses of rum and coke, and a deck of cards in her hands. "What is it about city lights that makes a man look twice as irresistible as he already is?" she asked with the grin still on her face, as she offered Greg his drink.
He took the drink and blushed a little. "Who are you talking about? Are you seeing someone else, Aiden?" he joked as he took a sip and turned to face her. "And what're the cards for?"

She put the deck of cards down on the floor and took a sip of her own drink, before she set it down beside the cards. "I would never dream of seeing anyone else, stupid. I was talking about you, Greg..." she leaned sideways against him and put her arm around him. "And you can take three guesses as to what the cards are for. If not...I'll have to show you."
He raised an eyebrow and turned his body to face her, then turned her body to face his. "Hm...are we playing go fish?" he asked with a wink, planning on blowing all three of his guesses and making her show him what she planned on using the syrup for. She shook her head and waited for the second guess. "Okay. What about Old Maid?" he shrugged.

Aiden shook her head and rolled her eyes, looking up at him with an annoyed look on her face. "We're twenty-nine, Greg. Think a little more grown up..."

He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned down to her ear. "Strip poker?" he whispered seductively, making sure to brush his lips against her earlobe as he did.
She breathed sharply and closed her eyes as his lips brushed against her earlobe. "No..." she smiled a little. Part of her hoped that he'd blow his guesses, because she really did want to show him what she wanted to do. "You ever played the face-card game?" she reached down and got the cards. He shook his head and she grinned. "A college game Greg hasn't played? Wow..." she opened the box. "Well, here's the basis of the game. You pick a card, and if that card is a ten or a face card—jokers included, you get to command me to do something. If it's a number card, two through nine, I get to command you to do something. And if it's an ace, you get to choose a place for me to kiss you, or vice versa. Simple, eh?" she explained to him, shuffling the deck, then holding it out to him. "You get to go first..."

He took the top card off of the deck and looked at it. "A five. You get to command me to do something..." he looked downtrodden. "Okay, so what's the consequence, huh?" he shrugged.
She looked at him, a slight grin on her face. "I'll go easy on you, for now. In my fridge, on the second shelf, there's a bowl of cherries and chocolate syrup. Go get them and bring them to me..." she waited for him to do what he had to do.

He nodded and obeyed his command, rushing to get the bowl of cherries and the chocolate syrup. When there was a combination of Aiden, cherries and chocolate, there could be no bad in the situation. He grabbed the cherries and the chocolate and headed back out onto the balcony, to set them down beside Aiden. "There you go. Your turn..." he watched her as she picked the cards back up and took the one off of the top. "Queen of spades. I get to command you again!" she grinned triumphantly.

Greg's jaw dropped and he watched her, waiting for her to command him to do something. "What the hell? Did you look in the deck when I was in there, or something?" he asked, knowing in his head that she'd never do that. "All right. What's my command, milady?"

She thought for a second, then pulled at the bottom of his black t-shirt. "This comes off..." she nodded and stepped back, waiting for him to do what she said.

He nodded and pulled his shirt over his shoulders, throwing it on the floor beside him. "Okay, my turn again," he reached for the cards, and took the top one off of the deck. "Oh, it's on, Hensley. Ace-of-hearts. And I choose my neck..."

Little did Greg know, Aiden had heard through the grapevine (he used to try little pick up lines on Sara, and she told Aiden every single one) that a particular spot on his chest was an automatic turn on for him. And that was her plan to begin with. A grin crossed her face, and brought her lips right to where his neck met his shoulders and sucked gently on the skin, before running her tongue along it.

Greg's eyes closed and he tried to brace himself against the wall, or the railing on the side of the balcony, whatever he reached first. How did Aiden know that was his spot? He breathed deeply and put his hands on her face, bringing it to his and kissing her passionately. She was a pro, or something. She had to be, to know where his spot was. As the broke the kiss, he stared deeply into her eyes. She wanted this. She wanted him. And he'd be lying if he tried to say that he didn't want her.

She put the cards down and took the bowl of cherries, dumping half of the chocolate syrup on them. "Just in case..." she winked ad picked a card. "Two of clubs. You choose..."

He took the chocolate syrup from her hand and prepared to pour it into his mouth. "When I pour this? Clean it out..." he winked and poured an entire mouthful of chocolate syrup into his mouth.

A grin on her face, she kissed him, using her tongue to clean the chocolate syrup from her boyfriend's mouth. She pulled away for a second, swallowed a gulp and licked her lips, then went back to finish the job. He thought he was torturing her? God, chocolate syrup and Greg; this was heaven! She went to pull away, then noted the syrup on his lips, and licked it off. "How's that?" she winked and licked her lips once again.

He grinned and took the top card from the deck. "Three of spades. Man, you get all the good cards..." he licked a little bit of chocolate syrup from his own lips.

She winked and took a cherry from the bowl. At this point, Greg had noted that they were stem-less cherries. She held it out to him and grinned. "Feed three of these to me..." she flashed a triumphant grin, watching as he took a cherry from her hand and held his index finger up. "Hold on. If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right. Come here..." he led her to her bed and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. Holding out a cherry, as she wrapped her lips around his fingers, he felt her linger a little longer than he'd planned, and then she kissed his fingertip. And that did it. He needed her. He noted that she'd had the upper hand through the whole card game, but after this command, it was going to change. The kissing pattern continued, until after the final cherry, when he saw her going for the deck of cards and grabbed her arm. "Uh-uh. Don't think so..." he winked and kissed her, moving his attention from her lips to her neck, where he linger for a moment.

And now it was Aiden's turn to be caught completely off guard. She gasped softly at Greg's contact with her neck, and tilted her head, allowing him easier access. "Good lord..." she whispered and pulled him closer to her. "I wasn't expecting that..." she tried to get him back off guard.

And it worked. He spoke, muffled by Aiden's neck. "That's the thing about me...always expect the..." was all he got out, before Aiden took full advantage of his lack of loyalty to that spot on her neck. Now, he was on his back, with her leaning down to kiss his neck again.

But, leading the life of a criminalist was horrid on one's sex life, because just as they were about to take their relationship to the next level, Aiden's cell phone rang, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw who was calling. She huffed out a sigh and removed herself from Greg's body. "Jesus H. Christ, Grissom!" she shouted, taking her cell phone from the table and answering it, rather annoyed. "Yeah?"

Now, this just wasn't fair. Greg lay there, prepared for a little more than just kisses, and then it was all ripped away by her stupid cell phone. As Aiden had said earlier, patience is a virtue, but right then, patience was overrated. He wanted her. He needed her. And the way she was acting, she wanted him, too. It wasn't fair. He got up, preparing to get dressed and head either home, or to whatever scene Grissom sent them on, but as he was reaching down to grab his shirt, Aiden's hand snaked it's way around his waist. He turned his head and looked at her, over his shoulder. "Don't we have to go?" he asked, holding his shirt in his hands.

She shook her head and took his shirt, throwing it into a chair in her bedroom. "Nope. He just wanted to know if I had finished up reports on some scene from last week..." she sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to join her. "Unless, that is, you want to leave..." she pouted.

Greg raised an eyebrow at that statement, and lay down on her bed. "Forget that. Where were we?" he asked, watching as she crawled up alongside him, and immediately started with the kisses on his neck again. "Oh yeah. There we were..." he breathed out.

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