Part 24

NC-17 Version of this part is at my website or at csi-forensics.

After arriving home, Gil, Catherine and Lindsey had shared dinner. Catherine and Gil kept sharing glances over dinner; small smiles, the occasional touch or kiss. Lindsey looked between them.

"Are you two going to have sex tonight?"

Catherine and Gil both choked on their drinks.

"What?" Catherine asked.

"Well, I sort of figured you had sex before. I think I heard something one night which I wasn't supposed to. Which, by the way, was gross. But I figure, after everything you've been through, you kinda deserve to…you know…do it if that's your thing."

Both Catherine and Gil had gone distinct shades of red. Lindsey rolled her eyes.

"Don't look so worried. I have a really good CD I want to listen to. My discman will ensure that I don't hear anything. Just make sure you keep it in the bedroom, okay?"

With that, the girl got up, kissed each of them on the cheek and went upstairs.

"I think we just got berated by your teenage daughter," Gil said.

"Did she just say she'd heard us?" Catherine asked.

They both looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

"The poor kid. There's nothing worse than hearing your parents in the bedroom," Catherine chuckled.

"It could have been worse. What if we hadn't locked the door!"

"Not good."

They both laughed for a little longer, then Catherine put her hand over Gil's. "I think we should go upstairs and lock the door to my bedroom."

Gil nodded, taking her hand and squeezing it. "I agree."

Gil locked Catherine's door and turned to face her. She walked up to him, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him deeply.

He went to slip his hands under her shirt, but she caught them, kissing the knuckles.

"Let me, Gil. Tonight, let me take the lead."

Smiling at the change, he nodded and instead went back to kissing her lips.

Catherine's arms went around his neck, kissing him back and she pushed herself against him, letting her body rub against his.

Gil groaned, his eyes opening. "Cath…"

Her hands ran up underneath his shirt, before she quickly started to unbutton it. She leant up and whispered in his ear. "Lie down on the bed and let me play."

Another groan and he kicked off his shoes and socks, lying down on the bed. He watched Catherine, whose eyes were dark with desire, and he felt his arousal deepen.

She unbuttoned her shirt, and crawled onto the bed, and nestled above him, kissing him gently.

"I love you," she whispered, finishing the unbuttoning of his shirt. "I love you so much, and I feel so happy and safe and loved when I'm near you."

His eyes widened for a moment, before softening and urging her down for a long kiss. "I'm so glad to hear that, Cath. I feel happy and safe and loved when I'm around you too."

That caused Catherine to pause, and this time it was her eyes widening. "You do?"

His fingers slipped beneath her loose shirt. "Always have. Always will."

Catherine's eyes slipped closed; the feeling of his fingers caressing her always made her tingle. "I…"

The caresses paused. "What is it, baby?"

"You're distracting me," she whispered, looking down at him.

"Sorry. I couldn't resist." He paused. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now, do you? Shirt open and flowing around you, beautiful hair to your shoulders, lips swollen with my kisses." His finger rose up to play with the small embroidered rose on her bra. "Not to mention this very sexy bra."

Catherine grinned at him. "You like it, huh?"

He nodded. "I'll like it better when I can take it off, though."

Her fingers guided him to the front clasp of the bra and together they undid it.

Catherine looked down at him, her voice growing husky. "Take them off, Gil."

With a small smile of satisfaction, Gil pushed the shirt and bra from her shoulders. His hands cupped her breasts and his smile grew when Catherine leant her head back and moaned.

His fingers traced them soft skin and circled around her nipple. He was about to continue his "play", when Catherine's hands went around his wrists.

"Please, let me touch you."

"Anytime."

Her arms wrapped tight around him, holding him to her as they both breathed deeply. When Gil finally moved, he held her against him. Catherine curled her body around his, making sure they were touching in every way possible.

"I love you, Gil," she whispered, her fingers entwining with his.

Gil smiled, resting their joined hands on his chest. "I love you too, Cath."