Crush On You

Jim Brass frowned and stopped tapping the keyboard at his computer. Pushing himself from his chair he walked over to his office door and halted. There it was again. Giggling. Looking at his watch his eyes narrowed. It was 3 am. Things had been pretty quiet but he knew that the corridors outside would practically be desterted.
Then there was a thud. Jerking the door open he froze a moment then saw Catherine Willows half slumped against the wall. He rushed forward.

'Cath are you okay?' he asked, concern edging his voice. Catherine lifted her head and looked at him, her face barely comprehending. Then as if a fog was lifted she smiled.

'Sure Jim,' she slurred. The smell hit him. Booze.

'Catherine, are you drunk?' he half smiled.

'Yep!' She tried to stand but almost fell over on her four inch heels. Jim shook his head in amusement. He never could comprehend some women and their pre-disposition for wearing high heels then getting drunk. Thrusting her arms about his neck, she caught herself before she could slide to the floor.

'I think you need to sit down.' Keeping a firm grip about his shoulders, she allowed Brass to usher her into his office. Looking about he decided the sofa would be better than the visitors chair. 'Come on beautiful lady,' he coaxed gently. Catherine sat down with a thud, her arms still tight about him. He leant into her as she relaxed back, unable to do anything else.

'Erm Cath honey,' he stammered almost embarrassed, 'I think you need to let go of my neck now.'

'Why?' she breathed on him. 'You know Jim, I think you have beautiful eyes.'

'And I think you need some coffee.' He took hold of her wrists and freed himself almost with regret.

'No!' Cath stood up and flung her arms about him again. 'I just need some company.' She planted a wet kiss on his cheek. 'And I've chosen you.'

'Cath, you're drunk.'

'So you say handsome.'

'Yes, I say, now come on be a good girl and let me get you.....'

'But I don't wanna be a good girl. I wanna be bad....don't you want me to be bad with you?'

Brass felt the colour rise in his cheeks. Oh how many times had he dreamt of a moment like this. To have this woman in his arms, to hold her, to know she wanted him as much as he desired her. But in his dreams Catherine Willows wasn't tanked up with Vegas' finest Vodka Cocktails.

'I'll get that coffee.' He slipped from her grasp and bolted for the door.

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The coffee tasted bitter. Catherine pulled a face everytime she took a drag. When the cup was empty she didn't feel any better. Brass had retreated to a safe distance and put his desk between them. Strangely he felt safer there at that moment.

'You want more?' He asked.

'I want you to take me.'

'Erm, okay, but you might prefer a cab.'

'Not home.'

He ignored the comment. 'I think you really need to go home.'

Catherine stood and swayed. Jim lurched from his safe haven with arms outstretched ready to catch her. Slipping his arms about her waist he held her firmly. She grinned and ran his tie through her hands in a provocative manner.

'My, my James,' she giggled, 'I never knew what big strong arms you had.' James? She'd NEVER called him that before. Only his mother had called him by his given name, refusing to adopt the shortened title his father had always used towards his only son. The colour in his cheeks came back with a vengence. Catherine nuzzled his chin. Closing his eyes, Brass fought to keep his thoughts in check. Suddenly fingers fluttered against bare skin. His eyes flew open as he realised Catherine had opened two buttons on his shirt and was now toying with his chest hair. 'Hmmmm,' she muttered. 'I like a chest with some hair, makes a man almost....animal like... and you certainly have some of that.' Playfully she plucked a hair causing him to wince.

'Time for you to go home lady.Come on.' Brass steered her out of the office and to the car park as quickly as possible hoping no-one would see him half walking, half carrying the CSI. He was lucky. Everyone was out.

'And don't throw up in my car!' he lamented as he slammed the passenger door shut.

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The steady drive to Catherine's home had been made in silence. Jim thought she had fallen asleep but it was now apparent to him, as she pinned him against the wall of her hallway, she had been regrouping her strength and had planned this attack with almost military precision. He realised his mistake wasn't just making sure she reached the house in safety, but it had been when he offered to see her in.

'You want to put me to bed Jim?' Catherine purred, dragging a well manicured finger down his face sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. Her other hand pressed firmly against his chest while a knee rode up his inner thigh.

'C...C...Cathy,' he stuttered. 'As much as I...'

'Ssshhh.' She placed the finger to his lips then silenced him further by pressing a kiss to his throat. He groaned audibly and rolled his eyes to the ceiling. You can get out of this, he told himself. You're sober, you're bigger,stronger than her, push her away. Stop her doing this to you. At the same time, the puckish devil invaded the other part of his concious. Yeah, right Jim. Be an unlucky asshole all your life. This woman is gorgeous. How long have you lusted after her? Sure be a gentleman, you can go home and think about what you missed while you're screwing that five fingered mistress of yours. Or you can have her right on on the staircase. Bang her brains out then put her to bed. Sure she might be embarrassed for a week or so, but what the hell, it'll be worth it.

'Honey,' he gasped. 'I have to go.' Oh shit, that's not what I want.

'I've seen the way you look at me baby. You don't want me now?'

Oh hell yeah. In fact I can feel my passion for you rising as we speak woman. 'Not like this Catherine.'

Catherine let her head fall against his chest. One of his hands moved up to caress her soft neck. Without thinking he kissed her hair causing her to look at him with smouldering eyes.

'I know what I'm doing Jim.' Then her hands skipped past his stomach to the now straining crotch of his pants. 'Well, well,' she enthused. 'Aren't we the BIG BOSS!' It was true, right then he was so hard for her it hurt. Winking , she took the zipper of his pants between her fingers, slowly pulling it down. A raspy sound filled the silent air. A layer of persperation broke out across Jim's brow as panic started to grip him.

'Cath!' He was almost pleading, wanting to push her away but his hands were like lead and his arms had gone so numb he couldn't move. Catherine dropped to her knees in front of him, a look of sheer hunger and arousal on her face. A hand fumbled about inside his pants, then gentle fingers took hold of him. Now his heart was pounding so hard he feared it might jump from his chest. With his breath rapid and his chest tight, he began to wonder if this was what a heart attack felt like. 'For the love of Christ....' Now he was begging.

Catherine murmured what he thought was a low sound of approval as she freed him from his pants and they slid silently to just above his knees. Then her fingers took hold of him, squeezing him lightly, drawing her hand up and down the length with slow,senual movements. Jim closed his eyes again and reached out to grab hold of something in fear of passing out. Just then his concience kicked in for a second time. Stop this right now, it demanded. Taking advantage of a drunken woman, you should be ashamed of yourself.....then again.... she wants to do this let her. It'll be worth it just for the fuel of another ten years of fantasy. Let it happen, you could get hit by a bus tomorrow. He was brought to his senses by Catherine's soft voice.

'I'll bet you taste yummy.' Catherine smiled up at him just before she leant forward and encased the head of him with her lips. Jim drew in a sharp breath. The feeling of having the object of his desires encasing him in her hot, wet mouth was becoming too much. His entire body was now pulsing with an urgent need and he realised he couldn't stop now even if he wanted to....which he'd just decided he didn't. He knew when he was eaten.

Catherine rubbed her fingers along him in steady rythmn with her mouth creating such a rush of sensation, Jim visibly shivered. Heat prickled his skin as pressure built up at his base signalling an imminent orgasm and he managed to croak out Catherine's name in warning. She continuted her quest, dipping her tongue in the indentation at his tip as she slowly pulled away. Her skin was flushed with success, blooming a deep red on her cheeks and when she spoke her hot breath still covered him, torturing his now aching body.

'Come for me baby,' she teased with a husky rawness. Jim's throat closed as he tried to formulate coherent sentences. Nothing came out. Drawing herself back to her feet,Catherine licked the end of his nose then crushed her lips against his as her hand closed about him again. She stroked slowly. There was no more time. With a mixture of intense pleasure and long starved passion that centred at the base of his shaft, he began to empty himself and he didn't care what mess was being made. Jim thought that he could quite happily have died there and then.

'Fucking hell Cath!' He could barely breathe. Catherine leaned her head back. The look on her face told him she hadn't finished with him just yet. Tucking himself away, Jim gripped her arms and decided to take charge of the situation. 'You,' he commanded, 'Are going to bed Lady.'

'Oh lucky me,' giggled Catherine as he suddenly bent forward and hoisted her over his left shoulder.

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Catherine dropped her s tos to the floor revealing her matching underwear. Jim stared incredulously. She made no apt tpt to hide herself from his gaze.

'I should go,' he mumbled apologetically turning for the door.

'Oh no you don't Lover Boy.' Catherine grabbed a wrist and guided his hand to her waist. 'My turn,' she demanded slipping his jacket from his shoulders. Brass leaned into a kiss before reaching down and caressing her through her black silk underwear. Catherine let out a groan of sheer delight. Pulling back Jim slipped a finger inside the soft material with a renewed urgency.

'Gently baby,' she whispered. 'I like my pleasure slowly.' Even her words cut a direct path to his senses and just as she had fallen prostrate in front of him, he did the same at her insistence, trailing his tongue down her body until he was caressing her intimately as his fingers slipped the panties down her smooth legs. Catherine's nerves began to tighten with a need for release as Jim slid his tongue gently into her and began to thrust it back and forth. She grabbed at his hair.

'Oh ,yes ,just like that.' Her encouragement was hoarse. 'Just like..........' The orgasm tore through her like a wave fighting its way to the shore. Trembling violently, she let out a loud cry. Jim stayed on his knees and continuted to lick at her until her body went weak and she half collapsed into him. The kisses rained over his face and he began removing his shirt with confidence. The air was cut with the dull ring of a cell phone. Jim scrambled across the floor to where his jacket lay and searched the pockets until he found the small phone screaming its demands. The display read 'Grissom'. Catherine crawled along the floor to him and dragged her nails down his back causing him to rethink his next move. Pushing the disconnect button, he turned the cell off and threw it onto the crumpled heap that had been his coat.

'Now we fuck.' The bluntness of her words sent a strange thrill of excitement through him.

'I prefer the term love making.' He was serious but Catherine laughed.

'Love? Jim, I'm pissed and you're horny, what the hell has love got to do with this?'

'I didn't mean I'm in love with you.' The blush crept into his cheeks again. He was lying. He knew it. She knew it. He'd been in love with her since the first day he laid eyes on her in the break room at CSI. They were kneeling before each other at the foot of the bed.'What I meant was.....Ohhhhhh' He searched desperately for the right phrase.Finally in his frustration he pulled her into a solid embrace saying.'Oh fuck it!'

How long they knelt by the bed kissing was anyones guess. The taste of Catherine too exciting to let go for Jim. Catherine in her turn was finding her little exploration of the inside of Jim's mouth far more delightful than she'd imagined. She was also sobering up. Finally he slid his mouth to her neck and nuzzled the soft flesh about her collar bone. Slipping his hands up between their bodies, Jim removed the only item of clothing she had left by un-hooking the clasp at the front and pushing the cups aside to reveal what he considered his very own treasure. Unable to resist, he bent his head forward and captured a nipple between his lips. They moaned in unison with Catherine squirming against him impntlyntly.

'Your clothes too,' she whispered moving away, spreading herself on the bed. Jim stood, unsteady on his feet now, sheding his clothes as he did. Having come once already he was now almost embarrassed by how hard he was again because of this drunken woman. He ground his hand across his own face feeling the hard brush of his own facial scruff. That alone made him realise this was very real. The voices began again. Oh Jimmy boy, you can't go through with this. She won't thank you for it. What about the consequences? Think this through. She's drunk, who knows what she'll say..................

As if reading his thoughts, Catherine smiled gently at him. 'What you waitng for Jim? I thought you wanted this.'

'I do but........'

'You don't like what you see?'

'You're so incredibly beautiful.'

'And you're so incredibly ready for me.' Self-conciously, he moved a hand in a half-hearted attempt to conceal his erection which had failed to abate any.

'I can't do this knowing that you're.............well that you won't remember.............'

'Who says? I'm rather more sober now than I was standing outside your office.' At least she wasn't slurring her words anymore he thought and she did have her co-ordination back.

'Why were you outside my office? Scared Grissom would find you in such a state?'

'Nope. Sara had just as much as me. We had a deal. She'd make a pass at Gris if I made one at you.'

'So this is just a bet?'

'No. I like you, but well, let's just say folks wouldn't consider us a.......erm........couple. They always say alcohol makes you more apt to tell the truth. And here we are.'

'So Grissom's geting laid by Sara as we speak?'

'Probably, only they're the only ones that are getting it tonight if you don't hurry onto this bed.'

Brass fell into her arms caressing his hands up her thighs. Her legs parted slightly allowing his finger access. The ache at his base came back and this time it was his own impatience that forced Catherine back into the pillows as Jim sank into her with a growl of complete ecstasy.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Catherine urged him closer as he began thrusting inside her. Jim thought his blood had caught fire with pure desire for this woman as she clenched around him, stimulating the tightness in his groin to unintelligable depths. In her tuatheatherine raked her nails down his shoulders and his chest as broken moans spilled forth from her throat as another orgasm smashed her body.

' I can't..............' Jim could hold back no longer. 'Where?' The panic returned.

'Wherever you want baby.' Well he was already there, inside her was as good a place as any at that moment, so with a low, stiffled groan he came to his own finish, body shaking at the intensity of cli climax. Withdrawing from her, he collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted. Catherine rolled against him and rest her head on his shoulder, one hand stroking the angry red scratches that ran through his chest hair.

'Who would have imagined this between you and me,' she laughed soflty.

'Not me that's for sure.' His voice was almost a whisper. 'How drunk are you?'

'I'm not.' Jim looked at her wide -eyed, uncomprehending. 'I've had two beers, Sara had one and a half. Just enough to smell of booze.'

'But outside my..........'

'An act. I didn't know how to approach you, and with a little Dutch courage courtesy of Mr Budweiser, Sara and I both decided to take the plunge and go for our guys.Jim, you're too much of a gentleman to have let me make my own way home in a drunken state, although over your desk would have been a real turn on.'

'You've done it now lady.' Jim reached for her bedside phone and began punching the number of the despatch call centre.

'What you doing?'

'You want me to stay the rest of the night then I have to book off or they'll send out a search party and this is one time I don't want finding.'

'You stay tonight and I'll want you here every night.'

'In that case Ms Willows, you've no-one to blame but yourself!'