I Can't Feel My Face

Rating: It's fine for now.

Disclaimer: I don't own any songs or characters... or the tv show :(

Summary: "Write this down... I haven't had sex in six... no, seven months!"

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! School started and I hate it and I want to graduate already. Nursing school is hard :( Sorry for any grammar mistakes and I hope you guys like it!

It's been nearly a month since he had lead her from out the lab and showed her a fun night out on the town. She thinks back to that night frequently, smiling like a fool to herself. She can't exactly remember when they had transformed into what they are now, but all she knew was that she was happy with the way things had turned out. It came so easily to them and without much effort, they found themselves falling into a lover's dance. She would show up at his townhouse after her shift and he would make her breakfast, they'd talk about her day at work, he'd watch her admiringly as the expressions on her face played out, and when she began to show signs of exhaustion, he'd offer for her to sleep in his bedroom. She would always decline though, instead just falling asleep on his couch with her head in his lap as he watched the Discovery channel with the sound muted as to not wake her. Most times, he'd have to gently run his fingers through her long strawberry blonde hair until she gave into her exhaustion and slept.

He would sit there for hours, silently flipping through the channels and letting her sleep as long as she would. Most times, she would wake up hours later and fuss at him for not waking her up and making her go home. But he would always just give her a small Grissom smile and tell her that it's no trouble at all.

And as she pulls out of the lab's parking lot to start her two consecutive days off, she smiles knowing what she has to look forward too. Somehow or another, he's managed to line their schedules up perfectly to where they can spend at least one full day and night together. It's almost eight in the morning when she pulls out her phone and checks her voicemail, smiling when her daughter's voice fills her ear.

"Hey mom. I know you're probably still working, but I wanted to call and say 'hi'. I know today is your day off so maybe we can do something with Gil tonight if he's off too? I'll call you when I get out of school! I love you!"

The message all but fills her heart with warmth. It had been a little uneasy at first to tell her daughter about her new found relationship with Gil, but Lindsey had jumped up in happiness, asking a million questions, most of which Catherine didn't really know how to answer. Were they officially a couple? Would she be seeing a lot more of Gil around their house? How did it happen?

She pulls into Gil's small driveway, parking her SUV right behind his and climbs the stairs until she's on his floor. He answers the door almost instantly and she walks into his arms as he shuts the door behind her. She reaches over to let her purse fall to the small side table so she can wrap both of her arms around him.

"How was your shift," he asks before pressing a kiss to the side of her head, into her hair and leading her into the kitchen where he's got her favorite breakfast already on a plate waiting for her. He pulls out the chair for her to sit at the small island in the middle of his kitchen and then walks around to lean against the counter across from her.

"Better now that it's over," she comments as she reaches for the utensils to eat. The stabs at the scrambled eggs on her plate, brings them to her mouth, and nearly moans when the food hits her tongue. He watches her with arms crossed and smiles when her eyes roll to the back of her head. "God, this is so good. Thank you," she manages to say before attacking her plate once more.

"It's my pleasure." He turns back and reaches for his cup of coffee, allowing her to eat in silence. But after a few minutes, she speaks up again.

"Lindsey called while I was at work." The mention of Lindsey instantly captivates him. It's been so long since he's seen her, but given his current situation, he was hoping to change that. "She wants to do something tonight with us… if you'd like?" She had mentioned to him a week or two ago that she had told her daughter about the two of them, and she had laughed when his reaction nearly matched that of her daughter's, asking a million and one questions about what Lindsey had to say about it.

"I would like that."

"Good. I'll let her know when she calls me back."

She finishes the rest of her breakfast and picks up after herself, walking around his kitchen like she's lived here all of her life. She washes the dishes she's dirtied and when he's done with his coffee, gently pries the cup from his hands and washes that too. He smiles and presses another kiss to the top of her head, his hand coming to rest against her hip as he mentions that he's going to hop into the shower.

She wants nothing more than to just join him, but they haven't gotten quite that far yet. She knows it's neither of their fault. Their schedules were often too hectic or completely opposite of each other's, but she vowed that it would happen soon. "Tonight," she thinks to herself. He had all but given it away when he had told her he wanted to "help her" that night in the restaurant. But now it was getting close to seven months without sex and she's not exactly how much longer she can last before she pushes him up against the nearest wall and rips his clothes off.

She passes by the bathroom on the way to his bedroom to change out of her stale clothes and hears the water of the shower running. There's a certain tingle from inside that sparks her curiosity, but she shakes her head and tells herself that it'll be satisfied soon enough. So she steps into his bedroom, darkened by the heavy curtains that block the sunlight pouring from the windows, and heads to the dresser that's against the wall.

She pulls out one of the drawers and grabs one of his shirts, stripping down completely until she's standing in the middle of his room in nothing but her lace underwear. She kicks the pile of her clothes into the corner of the room and pulls his large cotton shirt over her head. It smells like him and she smiles. The material of the shirt is long enough to barely cover her ass, but it doesn't cross her mind again. She's making her way to his bed but realizes she doesn't have her phone, so she heads out of the bedroom to grab it from her purse that's in the living room. She digs around her purse and pulls out her phone to see she has a text from Lindsey.

'Got my message?' Catherine begins to type a reply.

'I did. I'm with him now. He's excited to see you.'

'Awesome! See you guys at home then?'

'We'll be there. Be careful coming home from school. Love you. xoxo'

'Love you too!'

She smiles and heads back to his bedroom just in time for the water to shut off. She knows he'll be out in a few minutes, so she sets her phone down on the night table closest to her side of the bed and pulls back the covers. She slips in and when her head hits the pillow, she all but falls asleep right then and there. It doesn't take him long to come out from the bathroom and when he does, she smiles. He's wearing a plain shirt with pajama pants that pool around his feet. He's drying his hair with the towel and she scoots over in the bed to give him room. He tosses the towel in the corner along with the rest of her clothes and pulls the shirt over his head before pulling back the covers.

She's still not completely used to seeing him without a shirt, but it's a good thing. He's still quite muscular for his age and with the lifestyle he's been living for the past fifteen years. It's a shame the dark, baggy clothes he normally wears hides his strong arms.

He lays down in the bed next to her, his eyes growing heavy almost instantly as his head hits the pillow. His sleep schedule had been a nightmare when he first started as a CSI, but after years of sleeping during the day and working at night, it had gotten easier. And now, knowing that a certain blonde woman would be coming home to him, it made staying up during his off night's that much easier. It doesn't take long until she rolls over and throws her bare legs over his, entangling them together as she rests her head in the crook of his shoulder. The ceiling fan spinning above them lulls them both to sleep now that they're in each other's arms.

—

It's nearly three o'clock in the afternoon when she wakes up, still a bit groggy. She had turned in her sleep onto her side and he had followed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his body. She always marveled at how well their bodies seemed to fit together and this was no exception. She stretched a bit, arching her backside into his body. The shirt she was wearing had ridden up her body during their slumber and she could feel her underwear brush against the material of his pajama pants. At her movements, he gently moaned behind her and she smiled, then reached for her phone to text Lindsey.

'Just woke up. We'll head over soon. Love you.'

"My turn to shower," she whispers, turning over just enough to press a kiss to his cheek before pulling the sheets away from her body and rolling out of bed. She heads across the room, back to the dresser where she knows she'll find a pair of her own clean clothes.

After her shower, she towel dries her hair and it almost naturally curls by itself. She slips on a pair of white shorts and then pulls a black v-neck shirt over her head. The door opens and she looks sideways to see him shuffling in, struggling to get it over his head. She laughs and it echoes in the bathroom, causing him to laugh at himself as well.

"Gil," she says, wrapping one hand around his bicep and pulling him closer, helping him pull the shirt down over his head.

They finish getting ready together. He finishes his wardrobe with a dark flannel button down that he puts on over his shirt with a pair of black pants. He slips on a pair of shoes that completes his outfit and she notices that it's not much of a difference from what he would wear to work. She's padding around his townhouse barefoot trying to make sure she's got everything as he watches her by the door, car keys in hand. Even though his outfit may not be anything out of the norm, he still looks over her body in amazement. It's much more casual than the tight slacks and shirts she normally wears to the lab, but he's still not complaining.

She meets him by the door and slips on a tiny pair of sandals that strap around her ankles and they're off.

—

They pull up to her house after a few minute of driving through back roads to avoid Strip traffic.

"Remember. Don't be nervous. Just… be yourself. She's just a teenager. She's harmless... mostly." He laughs to himself before pulling the keys out of the ignition and getting out of the SUV. Catherine takes the lead and unlocks the front door, opening it up to let the sound of music that Lindsey was blasting out.

"Lindsey," she yells over the loud music. And before long, the blonde seventeen year old bounces from the hallway with the remote to the stereo, turning the music off. She lets the remote fall to the couch as she meets her mother by the door, walking into her embrace.

"Mom!" The two Willows women stay in each other's embrace for what seems like forever. Catherine presses kisses to the side of her daughter's head.

"I missed you so much," Catherine says, her hands coming up to frame Lindsey's beaming face. "And so has he," she nods her head back to Grissom who is standing behind her and Lindsey's eyes light up. Catherine moves aside to present him to her daughter and the young Willows nearly knocks him off balance when she throws her arms around him.

"It's nice to see you too, Lindsey," he jokes as the girl clings to him for dear life.

"I'm just glad you're here," she admits, taking a step back slowly, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ears as her cheeks fill with color at how eager she had been to see him. "Sorry," she apologizes.

"It's fine, Lindsey. I missed you too," he teases her, pulling her back in for another hug. Catherine is smiling, her hands clasped together and her fingers presses up against her lips. It's a sight that would warm any mother's heart.

"So… what are we doing tonight," Catherine asks her daughter.

"Well, I was thinking we could grab dinner somewhere and maybe go bowling after?"

It's a test of his character, Catherine knows, but he nods his head and confirms Lindsey's plan.

A/N: So there's chapter four. Chapter five should be a good one, too! Again, sorry for any grammar mistakes and review! :) (I'll start working on chapter five now that I have the entire day off!)