WARNING: Dirty Smut again...especially for the Smut Fans...to get u through the long weekend ;oP

I don't own CSI.

Rated M - for sexual content.

Warrick and Trista Chapter.

Warrick is in for a shock when it comes to Trista.

She really isn't one of his "Honeys" as he soon will realize.

She has just as much spark and confidence as he does.

Warrick may have met his match...

Silence loomed inside Warrick Brown's bedroom. No words were spoken until Warrick looked over at Trista who was still staring at the ceiling in shock about what just happened.

Trista could feel him looking at her but she didn't look back at him.

"Warrick, can I use your shower?" she asks flatly still looking at the ceiling.

"Yeah, sure, of course," he answered, " I'd say we both are pretty nasty right now," he laughs while looking down at his chest.

Warrick was expecting that any minute Trista would be asking him to join her in the shower. Chicks always used the excuse that they wanted to use the shower so they could get more time with him and go another round. He waited a few seconds, but when she still hadn't asked, he got up from the bed and stood looking down at her taking notice again that her body was absolutely smoking' hot. Warrick leans over, holds out his hand to help her up. And much to his surprise, even after she is on her feet, she still doesn't ask him to join her in the shower. In fact, if anything, she was brushing him off.

Warrick was only inches from her when she got to her feet and Trista immediately gave him a dirty look.

"Can ya move? You're in my way, you weirdo," she gave him a look and was already back to name calling.

Warrick wasn't used to a chick not trying to cuddle up with him. He was used to girls that hoped for pillow talk or ask if he would join them in the shower. Instead, she told him to move out of her way? He was dumbfounded, but he didn't move away.

Trista pushed him softly to move him out of her personal space so she could move toward the door to go shower. she wasn't expecting him to hook his arm around her waist and pull her naked, body into his. She was caught off guard when he slammed her hard against him.

With her face only millimeters from his she jerks her head back slightly.

"Whoa, hey, what are you…," Trista begins to say just before Warrick leans down and gives her a mind numbing kiss.

Trista was shocked by his aggressiveness but, once again, his kiss was amazing. It was his kiss that made her melt into him.

The two of them begin to catch fire and the same passion that started downstairs was beginning all over again. There was no way to fight their newly unleashed animal magnetism.

Trista can feel the burning heat already and her mind couldn't believe what went on earlier was about to happen again. She jerks away from his kiss and, while breathing heavy, she stares at him.

"Oh, no, no, what are we doing, Warrick? We are NOT doing this again!" she said covering her mouth with her hand. "You and me…we fight…that's…that's just what we do!"

"Yeah? Well, I'm sorry, Honnn," he stops short of calling her "Honey", "I'm sorry, Trist, but you are just too amazing and I gotta….I gotta come back for more…" he says shaking his head.

Warrick knew he had no choice but to go after her to get what he wanted because she wasn't chasing after him. So, he grabbed her by the hips, moved her to his dresser, and propped her ass up on the edge.

Trista knew it was too hot to fight. She wants his lips again. She wants that kiss, so she grabs Warrick's face with both hands and attacks his mouth. She can't believe how hot his kiss makes her. And while Warrick kisses her passionately he grabs his hardened cock and begins to push it into her. Trista gasps into his mouth sucking in his air.

"Fuck, Warrick, you make me so hot..." she manages to whisper out, as she wraps her legs around him and pushes him deeper inside her.

Warrick begins to move faster and the sensation is making him crazy.

"Oh, you feel so fucking good, Trista, so fucking good," he groans loudly.

Warrick begins sliding himself inside her back and forth with rhythm and the feeling is so good he can't control himself. He begins to slam himself into her harder and harder. The dresser began to shake and the mirror rattled; Warrick looked up at her quickly hoping he didn't just knock the wind out of her, but she gave him a devilish smile before rolling her head back with pleasure and groaning loudly. Warrick knew she was loving how badly he wanted himself in her. He couldn't stand it, he wanted all of her.

Warrick grabs her head and pulls her face back to meet his so he can attack her lips. As he begins kissing her again, he rubs his hands over her breasts as they fuck faster.

Trista begins to yell louder with passionate moans.

"If…you…don't…stop," she pants making her words hard to say,"…you are…gonna… make…. me cum…and I want to take…. this… into your shower!" she nearly screamed her words.

Warrick didn't waste any time, he slung her up on his hips and carried her straight to his bathroom. Holding her against the shower doors, he leaned his hand into the shower and, without looking and still keeping his lips on hers, he manages to turn on both the hot and cold faucets. As soon as the water was right, he carried her right into the shower.

Warrick broke away from her so he could watch Trista's hair get wet, and watch the water cascading down her body. Watching the water spill over her hair and slick up her body turned him on immensely and she knew it. She began to rub her body teasingly before reaching over and grabbing the soap. Once she had it in her hand she gave him a seductive smile and began soaping up his chest, sliding her hands around him until she slipped them down to his enormous, hard, cock. Trista raised her eyebrow and stared directly into his green eyes as she began to jerk him off with the help of slippery soap suds. Warrick was absolutely out of his mind. He pushed his mouth into her neck and began to suck it rough and hard. The more she stroked him the harder he sucked her neck. Finally, Warrick could feel himself wanting to unload so he stopped her.

"Hang on, Baby," he panted loudly, "…hang on a minute."

Trista chuckled slightly knowing she was driving him wild and making him out of control.

He slid his arms around her soft, slippery, body, and, as he grabbed her ass, he pushed her hard against his wet body. He moved his mouth to hers, kissed her hard, and let his fingers swim through her wet hair. Trista and Warrick breathed heavily into each other's mouths before he spun her around and bent her over. Trista gripped the faucet handles to hold her steady while Warrick gripped her hips and began giving her as much of himself as he possibly could. He pounded into her and her screams echoed against the shower walls making Warrick lose himself completely. He normally could control when he cums but Trista had his mind, and because of that, his control over it was lost in her screams. Warrick nearly came deep inside her but at the last second he pulled out and came on her back where the water swept it away.

"I'm sorry, Trist, I, uh, I normally…uh," he stuttered trying to explain that he normally waits to get the girl off, but he couldn't get his words out.

Trista didn't say anything; she just started to laugh. She straightened up and turned toward him. She leaned up and kissed him seductively, licking his lips with her tongue.

"No worries, Tough Guy," she continued to laugh as she spoke, " you got me off twice already."

Warrick stared at her in shock and felt a sudden sense of pride, before he started to laugh too.

After they dressed and got themselves put back together, Warrick looked over at Trista.

"Hey, it's almost 5:00 in the morning, do you, uh, would ya want to stay here? Or do you still want me to drive you back to Jules'?" he asked hoping she would want to stay. He was shocked that he felt that way but he did.

"Oh, no, no, can you just take me to get my car now? I, um, I just wanna go home and get some sleep," she said wanting to get out of there fast.

"You can sleep here… if ya want," he offered.

"Nah, thanks, but, no, I just want to go home to my own bed…so..uh…let's go…get moving, Jack ass," she said trying to throw in a typical insult to him.

Trista had no intention on overstaying her welcome. She was not going to be the "clingy" type girl. No way. She wanted out of Warrick Brown's house, and she wanted out now.

Warrick furrowed his brow a bit. He usually had to find excuses to get a chick out, and here he was not only asking her to stay but she was refusing his offer. He had to make a conscience effort to make sure his mouth didn't fall open.

Warrick drove Trista back to Jules' house. They drove in silence still shocked by their unexpected soon as he pulled up in front of the Stokes' residence, she unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed her purse off the floor of his truck.

Trista took a deep breath, got out of Warrick's truck and was about to slam the door when she heard him call to her.

"Trist, listen, maybe…" he began.

"Rick? Shut up and remember this…" she looked him in the eyes, "we tell NO ONE!" she pointed at him, slammed his door, and scurried up to Jules' door to get her stuff.

Warrick stared, completely stunned. What he actually wanted to do was get one last kiss from her before she bolted. What he wanted to say was "maybe he could give her a call or maybe get together again soon." He wanted to tell her that she was incredible. But, he didn't even get to tell her 'goodbye'.

As Trista waited for Brett to answer the door she tapped her hand on her leg nervously and sighed loudly. She was so glad Jules wasn't home yet. She feared Jules would take one look at her and know that she just banged Warrick. She felt sweat form on her brow. She bit the inside of her cheek and mumbled with urgency, "Open the door, Brett, open the doooor."

She wanted to hurry up and get inside, away from Warrick's stare. She wanted to get away from him as soon as she could. She didn't want to hear Warrick apologize or tell her "maybe we should just forget this ever happened" or whatever it was he might say. Trista just didn't want to hear that right now. She knew Warrick. She's known Warrick for a long time and he has always been a player. And that was all fine and good, but right now, she just didn't want to hear him tell her something he didn't mean just to pacify her. No way. She wouldn't allow it. She wanted to look at it as a one time thing. Just great sex - period. She would just leave it at that and no one would have to know about it. She didn't want to hear any excuses. She didn't want to hear any bullshit.

She already had that happen to her tonight… she had already heard bullshit...only it came from her best friend.