He wasn't sure what exactly had woken him, only that trying to wake up felt like swimming upstream through a river of molasses. One eye opened and he struggled to focus on something in the dark room to tell him where in the hell he was. He rolled over onto his side and the room spun wildly. He closed his eyes again and took deep breaths in through his nose and blew slowly out his mouth. It was at this point the sound that had woken him drifted through the darkened room once again. It was soft but distinct, crying. It was at that moment that it slowly came back to him. He was on Catherine's couch and that could only mean that it was Catherine who was crying. He drug his sluggish body upright and put first one and then another foot on the floor.
Somehow, he managed to stand without falling flat on his face and stumbled toward her bedroom. Her door was open and while normally a sober Gil Grissom would have had the common sense and etiquette to announce himself and stop at her door, drunk Gil Grissom staggered through the door and made his way to the empty side of the bed. The soft crying he'd heard from the living room were now gut wrenching sobs that tore at his already battered and bruised broken heart. Without thought, he laid down beside her and pulled Catherine into his arms, shushing her softly.
Her arms came up and around him as she snuggled in close, taking the comfort that he so freely gave. When he quietly whispered her name and began rubbing her back, she sobbed harder soaking his tee shirt with her tears. "Why…why…did…didn't I tell him when…when I had a cha…chance. So stupid." she wept.
Grissom pulled her closer and soothed her the best he could. "You're not stupid, Cath. Don't say that."
She picked her head up off his chest and looked at him with tear streaked, red puffy eyes. "Must be something wrong with me. No…nobody wants me, Gil. Not Eddie, Warrick never took a chance…count…countless other guys, always cheating." She gulped and shook her head. "Walked in on Tom fucking some bitch last month." She shook her head again as a fresh wave of tears overwhelmed her. "Got to be something wrong with me."
His heart was breaking for her. He knew what she was feeling. No, Sara hadn't cheated on him but she had walked away after swearing to him that she loved him and only wanted a life with him. For years he had fought against his love for her, telling himself over and over all the reasons he should not be with her. Everything from feeling he was too old for her to believing he could never be enough to keep a woman as wonderful as Sara with him. She had promised him that he was enough…and then she left him. And now he felt totally impotent, worthless and alone…so very, very alone. With one hand rubbing her bare back and the other cradling her head to the crook of his neck, Grissom carded his fingers through her hair. "No, honey. Don't say that. Don't even think it. You are a smart, beautiful, sexy woman and any man who doesn't realize that doesn't deserve you." He kissed her hair and pulled her against him. She seemed to melt into him. He could feel the heat of her skin warm him.
It felt so good to have someone hold her, comfort her and tell her she was worthy. He was warm and smelled good, earthy and Grissom. She rubbed her nose against the soft flesh of his neck and when he tilted his head to give her better access, something in her gut twisted and without thinking her lips ghosted over his neck.
At the feel of her lips against his neck, Grissom took a sharp breath and while he knew he should pull away…something inside wouldn't let him. In fact, he pulled her closer…actually pulling her body on top of his. The weight and warmth of her felt so good. A human touch. A connection. Something besides the empty ache he'd been feeling ever since she'd walked out of his life. "Gil." She whispered his name into the darkness and he hissed when he felt her warm hand creep under his shirt to press against his chest. Grissom pushed his head back into the pillow to get a look at her face. He saw the questions there but he also saw need and…desire. Whether it was for him directly or just for a human connection he didn't know but in that moment he didn't care. He needed that connection too. To know that he wasn't alone. That someone else needed him.
Her name was a breath on his lips as he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned into his mouth, curled her fingers against his chest and he was lost in what was happening between them. She felt his tongue glide along her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to receive it, letting her tongue duel with his as the kiss intensified. Her head was spinning along with her body, electricity zinging through her limbs as her other hand joined the first under his shirt.
Her touch ignited a fire and he surged up, lifting her body up with his. In one swift move, he wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped them over so he was now hovering over her. Grissom reached behind him and yanked his shirt over his head. In the next second he pressed his torso against hers and his lips went to her neck, kissing and nipping the tender flesh. Catherine arched her back, pushing herself more tightly against him. Her hands clutched his back as she moaned, feeling his mouth travel from her neck down to her collar bone, kissing across it urgently until his mouth settled between the valley of her breasts. With a strength she didn't know he possessed, he lifted her torso off the bed with one arm and his free hand found the clasp of her bra. With skill, he unclasped her bra with one hand and somehow managed to pull the undergarment from her body before lowering her back to the mattress. Catherine threw her head back into the pillow when his hot mouth descended to her breast, hungrily taking a stiff peak between his lips. He devoured her nipple like a starving man and his other hand came up to grasp her other breast. His palm brushing back and forth across her sensitive nipple caused Catherine to cry out. Heat spread quickly from her chest, traveling down her body, pulling between her thighs. Almost as if he could sense this, his leg slipped between hers and suddenly his thigh was pressing against her core. She arched into him, grinding against his leg. "Gil…please." she whimpered.
Her plea penetrated his lust addled mind and he pulled back. One look into her lust filled eyes and he knew what she needed. There was no hesitation as Grissom hooked his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off her legs, leaving her naked beneath him.
Catherine's breath was coming in quick, shallow puffs as her hands shot to the button of his jeans and made quick work of it and his zipper. With his help, she divested him of his pants and boxers. He sat up just long enough to shake the pesky clothes off his legs before settling between her open thighs, the warmth and wetness of her coating him and ripping a primal growl from his throat. Grissom reached down and parted her folds with his thick digits, testing her wetness and ensuring she was ready for him. Catherine's hips jerked when his thumb brushed over her clit. "Oh…fuck!" she cried. "Yessss."
Spurred on by her enthusiastic response to his touch, Grissom pushed a finger into her opening. When her mouth opened on a moan, he covered it with his own, swallowing her plea for "more". And he obliged her, inserting a second finger and moving them in and out as his thumb continued its mission against her sensitive bud. Catherine felt powerless to fight this, her hips lifting to the rhythm of his fingers in and out of her. And in a flash, she was on the edge. Her hands clutched desperately at his back, fingernails clawing, knowing she would be leaving marks and not caring as she felt her orgasm rocket through her body. Grissom watched as her eyes slammed shut and the muscles around his fingers tightened, signaling her ecstacy.
Heart pounding, Catherine opened her eyes and stared into his. He was panting and she watched the muscles in his neck pulse. She reached between them, grasping him in her hand. She pumped once…twice and watched with rapt attention as his eyes slammed shut and he grunted, rocking into her tight fist. Not wanting to wait another second to give them both what they needed, she positioned him at her opening and lifted her hips to let him know she was ready.
His eyes opened, the blue nearly gone to the black of his lust. Somehow he had the state of mind to go slow as inch by inch he pushed into her warm, wet channel. Her eyes widened as he entered her, stretching her more than she had experienced in a long time. He was a big man. He stopped when he was fully inside her. "Are you alright? Am I hurting you?" he asked.
She nearly cried, tears welling in her eyes at his thoughtful concern. She shook her head and gave him a tight smile. Still seeing the doubt and fear in his eyes, she reached up and caressed his bearded cheek. "You feel amazing. Please, don't stop."
Taking a deep breath he slowly pulled his hips back, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in. Her lips crashed against his, her tongue pushing into his mouth. His pace increased and Catherine pushed up to meet his downward plunge. Her tongue gliding over his and her fervent moans let him know that he wasn't hurting her and he relaxed and drove them both toward release. When her moans became louder and higher pitched, he let go of finesse and pounded into her. Soon, the only sounds in the room were his grunts, her moans and the slap of flesh to flesh. Before long, Grissom felt the familiar tingle start at the base of his spine letting him know that he was close. His thrusts became sloppy and his eyes closed. "Cath…" he grunted.
She shook her head and kissed his sweaty neck. "Go. Let go, Gil." She knew she was only seconds, if that, behind him. She hiked her legs higher up his hips, changing the angle slightly and she immediately felt her orgasm spirally up through her body. "Oh God, Gil…gonna cum!"
He felt her muscles clamping around him and that was it. He groaned, emptying himself into her as she milked him with her orgasm. They lay in each other's arms, panting, hearts racing and shaking in the aftermath. Once his head stopped spinning, Grissom rolled to his side. He reached for her and pulled Catherine into his side. Resting her head on his chest, she closed her eyes and let her breath return to normal as they both drifted into a sated sleep.