Conclusion to My Predicament

A GOOD MORNING

rating: T

felt like adding this tonite, and coz it's january - new semester n' stuff, means busy again.

disclaimer: CBS/CSI not mine, don't even want it. Well, maybe for a day.

I open my sleepy eyes slowly to the feeling of someone caressing my face lightly.

"Good morning, sunshine." She whispers as she showers kisses on my cheeks.

I yawn and look out the window, then at my watch. "Catherine, the sun's not even up." I can see her smile as the moon outside illuminates the room.

"In some countries it's already noon." She sits up on the bed.

"Like what country," I stretch my arms upward. Waking up with Catherine is the best way to start a day.

"Maybe like...Mongolia, Thailand or Tampa." She runs her fingers through my thighs.

"Like in Tampa, Florida? That's not a country, Catherine. Do you even know where Mongolia is?" I can see by the glint in her eyes she's interested in something else.

"So sue if I don't know my geography." Her hands slowly go underneath my shirt, "I rather map out this area instead."

I smile as she straddles me. "Besides," she smiles playfully, "I told you last night I'm an early riser."

"I believe you now." I don't think I even slept much. Not because of the anticipation of our first time together, okay that's a factor, but last night I was busy watching her sleep. The beauty and peace she brings with the night, her rhythmic breathing, her arms wrapped around me, the warmth of her body.

"So?" She asks me as I try to control my hitched breathing as her fingers slowly make it's way upward.

"Sooo..." My eyes are glued to the movement of her hand under my shirt.

She smiles in contentment as she sees my breathing deepen and quicken. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Wha...t?" I really can't concentrate with all her teasing.

"I know what I want for breakfast." She lowers her head and places butterfly kisses on my stomach inching her way upward.

"Catherine..." It was barely a whisper, more of a moan. More of a plea of encouragement not to stop.

She looks up with that cocky grin of hers. Her hair making waves on my bare skin. And then bites her lower lip.

Okay, that's it. I can't take this anymore. Enough's enough!

I suddenly sit up with her. Face to face. Catherine still straddling me. And I look at her deep within her blue eyes. I felt her hands slowly raise my shirt up but I stop her. I can see the quizzical look in her face. But I held on to her hands firmly and I smile. I raise both of our ams up and pushed her back. Now it's my turn to straddle her. This is more like it. Me being in control, just like my dream. I slowly go down on her, and I know she was expecting me to kiss her lips. But I shift my head and nibble on her neck till I felt her pulse point. I took my time listening to her moan my name and arch her body toward me as I let go of her hands and soon felt her fingers tangle through my hair.

She moans my name slowly along with her breathing. Like a sweet whisper for only me to hear. Barely audible, like a sexy purr.

I know this is both of our first times but somehow it's like we've been lovers forever.

I slowly upbutton her wrinkled blouse, the same one she slept in. And I sit back in admiration as I see her lacy black bra. I trace my fingers through the lining of the garment and watch the rising and falling of her chest with every breath she takes, with every touch I make. Her hands reach out again slowly lifting up my shirt, her fingers run through my skin. I help her finish the task of taking it off and flinging it to the side. I earned a smile and a raised eyebrow from her. This time her hand reach behind me and unclasp my bra and tosses it in the other direction.

"You're going to make me look for my clothes later, aren't you?"

"Sara...shut up." She takes off her own bra and tosses it.

Now I can feel my breathing quicken as I move down and unbutton her pants. I slowly pull them down and push them off the bed. I stand up to unzip my own jeans but she stops me, "Sara, stop. Do it slowly, please. I want to watch you." God, I want to get back in bed and feel every inch of her! But I do as she says. She sits up and watches as I slowly pull the zipper down, strip teasing my last clothing off. She's breathing through her mouth now and I realize I'm doing the same. I can see her eyes darken with every tantalizing move I make.

"Catherine," I sit in front of her and watch my own hand shake as I reach out and touch her.

She then takes my hand and places it over her heart and whispers, "Feel it, Sara? It's now beating for you."

I am overwhelmed with love. I let tears run down my face as I feel her heart beat. With her free hand she bring my face closer and kisses me. Gentle at first, teasing my lower lip slowly. I lay her back in bed without breaking our kiss. Soon we were kissing hungrily. Our tongues trying to control each kiss, as if making up for lost time.

Our bodies are fully naked now, and all I could do for the first few moments was to admire this goddess before me. I touch her face making sure she's real. Slowly caressing her neck with my fingers. Touching her breasts, her stomach, her legs with my hands. I felt like a sculptor working under the moonlight feeling every part of a perfect creation. I ask myself, what have I done to deserve such beauty in front of me?

Our hands roaming freely, touching every inch of skin. Exploring each other hungrily. Moaning each other's name several times as the touching heightened. I love the way how her back arches, bringing her warm body into mine. The way how her hands strangle the sheets. The gasping of my name and quivering of her body when her time came. I have kissed every inch of her but yet I seek to do more. I cannot get enough of my Catherine.

I love every moment, every single moment. Yes, I have lost six years but now I have a life time of making it up.

It was our first time. And it was beautiful. It is hard to put into words what we have felt and gone through together.
The satin sheets is still moist from our perspiration. I kiss her lips gently and wipe the sweat off her brow. She strokes my hair as I lay my head on her chest and listen as her heart slowly beats it's way back to it's normal rhythm. We cling to each other like there was no tomorrow.

I hear her whisper my name softly, "I love you, Sara."

I smile as I close my eyes as the first ray of sun comes up. I have to get used to these 'early morning calls' of hers.

Yes, waking up with Catherine Willows is beautiful.

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