Catifights and Creaks

Part
2

I
hold the ice to
my cheek, wincing at the sting it causes. Damn Sara to hell. Damn me
and my big
mouth. Damn Gil Grissom walking in and suspending us both.

I
mean, it's not
as if I hit her. I was thinking about it…okay, perhaps I was about to
do it,
but I didn't!

And
besides, she
started it! It's not like I went looking for trouble. Ah geez, now I
sound like
her with all this whining.

With
a growl I
answer the knock on the door. Out of the corner of the icepack, I glare
at
Grissom. "Unless you've come here to lift my suspension, I don't want
to
talk to you."

"You can come back to work tomorrow. Now can I come in?"

I'm
still pissed,
but I know how stubborn he is. Last time we had a fight, he sat on my
doorstep
for half the night. Then someone called the cops and I had to explain
in front
of all the neighbours what was going on. "Whatever."

He walks in and sits next to me on the couch.

"Sara
do
this?" he asks, taking the icepack from me so he can inspect the damage
more closely.

"No,
I ran
into a door," I reply.

He
notes my
sarcasm and places the icepack gently against my skin. I flinch again.

"Sorry."

"It's
not
you. It just stings, that's all."

"Greg told me what happened."

"What
do you
mean?"

"What you were fighting over. Who started it. I actually got a play by
play."

I
roll my eyes.
"Great. Now not only does the entire lab know, but now you're ego has
inflated to about ten times the recommended size."

He
pouts. "I
think my ego is just right, thanks very much. And yes, the lab knows,
but if
anyone tells Atwater, I'll fire them."

"I'm
so
moved,replreply sarcastically, holding a hand to my heart.

He
narrows his
eyes. "Why am I getting picon?"on?"

I
growl. "Oh
I don't know! I'm just…Sara just pissed me off, that's all!"

"I didn't think I looked like Sara."

"What
do you
want, Gil?"

"I
want an
explanation. Why were you fighting with Sara…over me?"<>

I
stand up.
"There is no explanation. She just pissed me off and was saying things
that she shouldn't have."

"Is
it
true?"

"Is
what
true, Gil?"

"What
you
said to Sara?"

"Yes,"
I answer firmly. Sara deserved every word.

"So
you do
want me."

Oh shit. How the hell am I supposed to backpedal out of that one?

"Did I say those words exactly?" I ask, a nervous giggle rising to
the surface.

"Not
exactly," he says, stepping closer toward me. "But I'm a CSI. I
inferred."

I
back up,
finding myself flushinstinst the wall. I gulp at the predatory look in
his eye
and the close proximity of our bodies. "Really?"

"Yes,
really. So, do you want me? Or where you just trying to bait Sara?"

I
almost feel
like closing my eyes. His body is pressing against me in all the right
places,
and by god, he feels good.

My
eyes look into
his, and I know he knows the answer. He presses harder against me and I
moan
low in my throat.

"Answer
the
question, Cath," he whispers, his body creating the most delicious
friction against mine.

"Mmm…god….yes…"
I finally say, cursing myself for giving up.

His
lips descend
on mine and I gasp in surprise as he deepens the kiss almost instantly.
His
hands cup my butt and lift me so that I'm pressed against the wall. I
wrap my
legs around his waist, my arms around his neck and give everything I
have into
this kiss.

I
grind ips ips
against his, as his hands slip under my shirt, caressing my abdomen.

"Off,"
I growl impatiently, and I tug at his shirt.

Holding
me
steady, he unbuttons my shirt and unclasps my bra, getting rid of the
material
just like I want him to. I want to feel him as well, so Ianglangle
myself from
arouis bis body and get rid of his shirt.

I'm
about to pull
of his trousers when his hand cups my breast and I arch against him, my
eyes
looking up to meet his.

"You're
beautiful," he whispers hoarsely.

"Even
with a
nice red mark over my cheek?" I ask.

His
other hand
traces the mark that Sara bestowed on me, and he kisses it gently. "I
hate
her for doing this to you."

My
hand takes his
from my face and kisses the palm. "Shh. I don't want to think about her
anymore."

He bends down to kiss me again, and his hands skim over my body,
finally
pausing at the zipper to my slacks. I flash him a smile and he es
es
them down
my legs, his hands running over my bare skin as he goes.

I
bite my lip in
anticipation as his hands move upward, tracing unimportant patterns
around my
inner thighs. He pulls his hand away ae ste stands up, stripping off
his pants
and boxers.

"Very
nice," I smirk.

He
winks at me
and I hold my arms out to him. He pulls me into an embrace and lifts
me,
pressing me against the wall.

"Gil,"
I murmur, staring him in the eyes.

"Mhm?"

My hand caresses his cheek. "I love you."

He
kisses me
gently. "That's what I wanted to hear. I love you too, Catherine. Very,
very much."

Our
eyes lock and
we're silent as he slowly pushes into me. I let out a low moan as he
finally
starts to thrust, and I move against him, desperate for more contact.

"More,"
I insist, my limbs tangling around him, trying to melt into him. He
feels so
incredibly good inside me. In the back of my mind I wonder if we should
have
moved to the bedroom, but then his lips meet mine and I know that there
is no
way we would have made it to the bedroom.

Pleasure
slams
into me with no warning and I cry out in surprise. We kiss again and he
continues to move, and I arch my back, preparing for the next onslaught
that is
already buildup.

"I
lyou,you,
Cath," he whispers to me.

"I
love
you," I answer, holding on tight as my orgasm washes over me.

He
groans my name
as he explodes and I feel him deep inside me.

We
slide down the
wall together and our faces share identical silly grins.

"I
should
fight with Sara more often," I murmur, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I
think my
bones are creaking," he chuckles. "And don't fight with Sara. I don't
like to see you hurt."

My
hands run over
his shoulders and encircle his neck. "I like your bones. I don't care
if
they're creaky."

"I'm glad," he replies, pulling me closer. "So, do you think
we'll get old and creaky together?"

I
lean up and
kiss him again. "Absolutely."

FINIS