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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,453
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Currently Reading:
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Sieze the Moment
TITLE: Seizing the Moment
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: CSI
SHIP: Nick / Catherine
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Six or Seven I'm not sure.
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: After Nick's brush with death after being buried alive, he comes to some startling conclusions about his feeling for Catherine and decides to seize the moment and do something about them.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creator. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
They had all visited him in hospital while he recovered, but it was Catherine that came to pick him up when he was finally released. She had visited him quite a couple of times. She was working days, while all the rest were still on nights and they'd share the dinners she'd snuck in and unwind before she went home. He hated hospital food. They'd talked a lot more and about a lot more than they had in the past. His recent ordeal had instilled in him a strong need to know things and do things he had always wondered about, but always thought there would be time enough to ask or do.
He had always been attracted to the tall, lithe, pretty, blonde woman. Her intelligence and beauty were undeniable, yet she had that strange, perfect mixture of femininity and being one of the guys, which made him very comfortable around her. She was his co-worker and as such he had labeled her as out of bounds. Now, the better he got to know her, the woman and not just the co-worker, the more he was starting to reconsider his position on that particular issue. He chafed at having to sit in a wheelchair, but the large, matronly nurse who was wheeling him to the hospital exit had been sternly insistent that, if he wanted to leave, that this was the only way it was going to happen. Catherine had leaned close to him as he sat on the edge of his hospital bed and whispered in his ear that they could make a run for it, but she had a feeling the nurse might be the kind to hunt them down and drag him back to do it her way. He chuckled and decided to do it the nurse's way. Her perfume lingered, an exotic mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. It had been a perfect, hot Las Vegas day and the sun was only now touching the skyline. She had been off and she wore a light, understated floral print, cotton sundress, which was unusual for her. Well it was unusual to for him to see her in such feminine attire, but the dress was immaculately tailored to her and accented all her charms to perfection. She might act like one of the guys, but at that moment, Nick had no delusions about how much of a woman she was. His body sure didn't as he felt his dick swell a little in his boxers.
When the automatic doors opened at the exit he practically bounded from the wheelchair and out of them. "Goodbye, Mr Stokes and hopefully we won't be seeing you again anytime soon, well at least not in a professional capacity, anyway." The nurse told him with a smile and a wave. He flashed her a grin before turning to Catherine. "You free for dinner?" he asked her. "Yeah. Lindsey's away on a school trip for the weekend." She replied. They made quick plans and then she followed him to the little Italian place they had decided on, just off the strip. They enjoyed a good meal with light, easy-going conversation that ranged across a wide variety of topics that categorically and without any discussion, avoided work. He was relaxed and happy to be out of the hospital as he watched her from across their table. Night had fallen while they ate and the restaurant was dimly lit with the tables highlighted in pools of soft, golden candlelight. The candlelight suited Catherine as she sipped her wine, making her blonde hair almost shine and giving her skin a soft reflected glow. He smiled for no particular reason.
"What now Mister Stokes?" she asked as they finished their coffees and sat back in their chairs. "I have a bottle of pretty decent Merlot back at my place. You interested? Or we could hit the strip, act like tourists and hit some of the night spots." He suggested, adding the second option when he feared the first might be mistaken as the come on it was. She gave him a speculative look. "Your place." She answered after a moment. "I'm not really in the mood for crowds." she continued. "My place it is then." He agreed and gestured for the cheque. He paid and they left. He let her lead the way, enjoying the view of her swaying hips and rear end presented to him as he followed. She followed him home and he led her into his living room and bid her to make herself at home while he went to the kitchen and retrieved two large wine glasses and the bottle of Merlot. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed a second bottle as well. She raised her eyebrow slightly as he placed both bottles on the coffee table in front of the sofa she had made herself comfortable on, but said nothing. He opened one of the bottles and poured them each a glass.
She accepted hers and looked around. "How long have we known each other?" she asked and he had to think about his answer. "Seven, maybe eight years." He replied. "Do you know, that this is the first time I've been here." She commented quietly. "That can't be right?" he queried, frowning. "Unless you have moved in the last couple of years or I was really, really drunk at the time, I can't remember ever coming here before." She confirmed. "Well then. I guess I better give you the twenty-five cent tour." He told her. She inclined her head in acceptance of his offer and smoothly rose from her seat.
They sipped their wine and he talked about his home while she occasionally commented as he took her from room to room. He didn't spend too much time there, so for the most part it had a utilitarian feel to it. The rooms were neat and only sparsely furnished. He had a few photos of his friends and family and a few black and white photos that he had found interesting on his walls. "This is beautiful, but that's an awfully big bed for just one person. And, if you don't mind me saying, not what I would have pictured for you." she commented in his bedroom, running her hand over the intricately carved headboard of his huge four-poster and canopied bed. "It was actually my grandparent's, they left it to me after they... It's comfortable and... Let's just say it has sentimental value." He explained. His home wasn't really big and the tour was soon over, ending where they started, in the living room.
He refilled their glasses and they retired to the sofa and they continued to chat comfortably and eventually she asked him if his near-death experience had changed the way he looked at life. "I haven't found religion or anything, but... You know the saying: Don't put off for tomorrow what you can do today. Well, I really understand it's meaning now. It's cheesy, but it turns out that time is precious." He answered gravely. "Speaking of which, I have something I've always wondered and I hope you won't be too offended, but... Everyone knows you were a strip... an exotic dancer before you became a CSI, but I've always wondered how good you were at it?" he asked. She gave him a frank look and then chuckled. "Nick, I was a stripper. Back then there was no politically correct term for dancing while taking your clothes off in front of a bunch of cheering guys. And. Me, I was one of the best." She told him with a quiet, sincere pride.
He had started down a particular path now and he had no intension of turning back. "Prove it." He challenged her, his voice low and serious. She gave him a sidelong glance. "Oh Nicky Boy, I'm definitely not drunk enough to fall for that." She replied with a wry little chuckle, her eyes locking with his as she took another sip of her wine before setting the empty glass aside. He also set his glass on the coffee table and closed the distance between them on the sofa, never breaking eye contact with the beautiful blonde woman, their eyes searching speculatively. He saw the tip of her tongue pique out to wet her lips in an unconscious show of nervousness. It was a habit he had noticed she had when she wasn't completely sure of something. "Would you fall for this instead?" he asked softly and closed the distance between them pressing his lips lightly to hers. He saw her clear grey eyes widen as she stiffened for a moment before they softened and she relaxed, her lips parting slightly under his and he applied more pressure.
They kissed slowly, their lips sliding together as their heads shifted to cement their interlocking mouths. The tips of their tongues fenced playfully before they opened their mouths wider and explored the inside of each other's mouths, their tongues sliding sinuously over each other in a gentle massage. He could taste the wine they had drunk, it's flavour subtly altered by her saliva. He leaned some of his weight against her and she let herself slide backwards until she was half reclining against the pillows resting against the armrest and back of the sofa. His hand slid over her soft, smooth cheek, cupping it lightly with his palm and letting his fingers slide into the hair above her ear as they continued to kiss alternating between light, lingering, sucking pecks and deep delving soul kisses. His other hand slid to her hip, caressing and kneading the smooth curve through the cotton of her dress. He felt her hand snake around his neck and her fingers wormed their way into his hair. The soft warm pillows of her breasts flattened against his chest and he could feel the hot, hardening little points of her nipples pressing against him through their clothes. She gave a soft, vibrating little moan into his mouth. He slid one of his legs between hers and she undulated against his thigh, grinding herself against him. His dick in turn hardened and throbbed as it rubbed against and over the top of her thigh.
He finally raised his head from hers, separating their lips and looked down at her. Her kiss-swollen lips glistened wetly and her chest rising and falling as she drew in heavy breaths and tilted her head slightly, licking her lips. His own lips tingled slightly with the remember feel of hers on it. "That might work." She quipped huskily, her eyes sparkling brightly, her hand still lightly hooked around his neck, the other resting on the small of his back. He ran his thumb lightly over her lips as they contemplated each other and she parted them, letting the tip of her tongue slide wetly across it. "This... This is going to create complications." She stated softly and he nodded. "We can stop if you want." He offered sincerely even though his hard, erect cock throbbed and twitched against her thigh in the suddenly tight confines of his boxers and jeans. Her expression turned thoughtful as he watched her consider his offer. "We should, shouldn't we? Just stop right now. Remember it as a great time and an amazing kiss. A shared moment. I should just get up right now and avoid all the complications." She mused and he started to pull further back, lifting his weight off her. Her limp hand, resting on his neck tensed, holding him in place. "Then again, I've never really been partial to simple or easy in my life, so why start now." She informed him in a low sultry voice as she raised her head and pulled his down to hers. His lips twitched into a broad smile just before they met hers.
TO BE CONTINUED
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: CSI
SHIP: Nick / Catherine
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Six or Seven I'm not sure.
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: After Nick's brush with death after being buried alive, he comes to some startling conclusions about his feeling for Catherine and decides to seize the moment and do something about them.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creator. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
They had all visited him in hospital while he recovered, but it was Catherine that came to pick him up when he was finally released. She had visited him quite a couple of times. She was working days, while all the rest were still on nights and they'd share the dinners she'd snuck in and unwind before she went home. He hated hospital food. They'd talked a lot more and about a lot more than they had in the past. His recent ordeal had instilled in him a strong need to know things and do things he had always wondered about, but always thought there would be time enough to ask or do.
He had always been attracted to the tall, lithe, pretty, blonde woman. Her intelligence and beauty were undeniable, yet she had that strange, perfect mixture of femininity and being one of the guys, which made him very comfortable around her. She was his co-worker and as such he had labeled her as out of bounds. Now, the better he got to know her, the woman and not just the co-worker, the more he was starting to reconsider his position on that particular issue. He chafed at having to sit in a wheelchair, but the large, matronly nurse who was wheeling him to the hospital exit had been sternly insistent that, if he wanted to leave, that this was the only way it was going to happen. Catherine had leaned close to him as he sat on the edge of his hospital bed and whispered in his ear that they could make a run for it, but she had a feeling the nurse might be the kind to hunt them down and drag him back to do it her way. He chuckled and decided to do it the nurse's way. Her perfume lingered, an exotic mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. It had been a perfect, hot Las Vegas day and the sun was only now touching the skyline. She had been off and she wore a light, understated floral print, cotton sundress, which was unusual for her. Well it was unusual to for him to see her in such feminine attire, but the dress was immaculately tailored to her and accented all her charms to perfection. She might act like one of the guys, but at that moment, Nick had no delusions about how much of a woman she was. His body sure didn't as he felt his dick swell a little in his boxers.
When the automatic doors opened at the exit he practically bounded from the wheelchair and out of them. "Goodbye, Mr Stokes and hopefully we won't be seeing you again anytime soon, well at least not in a professional capacity, anyway." The nurse told him with a smile and a wave. He flashed her a grin before turning to Catherine. "You free for dinner?" he asked her. "Yeah. Lindsey's away on a school trip for the weekend." She replied. They made quick plans and then she followed him to the little Italian place they had decided on, just off the strip. They enjoyed a good meal with light, easy-going conversation that ranged across a wide variety of topics that categorically and without any discussion, avoided work. He was relaxed and happy to be out of the hospital as he watched her from across their table. Night had fallen while they ate and the restaurant was dimly lit with the tables highlighted in pools of soft, golden candlelight. The candlelight suited Catherine as she sipped her wine, making her blonde hair almost shine and giving her skin a soft reflected glow. He smiled for no particular reason.
"What now Mister Stokes?" she asked as they finished their coffees and sat back in their chairs. "I have a bottle of pretty decent Merlot back at my place. You interested? Or we could hit the strip, act like tourists and hit some of the night spots." He suggested, adding the second option when he feared the first might be mistaken as the come on it was. She gave him a speculative look. "Your place." She answered after a moment. "I'm not really in the mood for crowds." she continued. "My place it is then." He agreed and gestured for the cheque. He paid and they left. He let her lead the way, enjoying the view of her swaying hips and rear end presented to him as he followed. She followed him home and he led her into his living room and bid her to make herself at home while he went to the kitchen and retrieved two large wine glasses and the bottle of Merlot. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed a second bottle as well. She raised her eyebrow slightly as he placed both bottles on the coffee table in front of the sofa she had made herself comfortable on, but said nothing. He opened one of the bottles and poured them each a glass.
She accepted hers and looked around. "How long have we known each other?" she asked and he had to think about his answer. "Seven, maybe eight years." He replied. "Do you know, that this is the first time I've been here." She commented quietly. "That can't be right?" he queried, frowning. "Unless you have moved in the last couple of years or I was really, really drunk at the time, I can't remember ever coming here before." She confirmed. "Well then. I guess I better give you the twenty-five cent tour." He told her. She inclined her head in acceptance of his offer and smoothly rose from her seat.
They sipped their wine and he talked about his home while she occasionally commented as he took her from room to room. He didn't spend too much time there, so for the most part it had a utilitarian feel to it. The rooms were neat and only sparsely furnished. He had a few photos of his friends and family and a few black and white photos that he had found interesting on his walls. "This is beautiful, but that's an awfully big bed for just one person. And, if you don't mind me saying, not what I would have pictured for you." she commented in his bedroom, running her hand over the intricately carved headboard of his huge four-poster and canopied bed. "It was actually my grandparent's, they left it to me after they... It's comfortable and... Let's just say it has sentimental value." He explained. His home wasn't really big and the tour was soon over, ending where they started, in the living room.
He refilled their glasses and they retired to the sofa and they continued to chat comfortably and eventually she asked him if his near-death experience had changed the way he looked at life. "I haven't found religion or anything, but... You know the saying: Don't put off for tomorrow what you can do today. Well, I really understand it's meaning now. It's cheesy, but it turns out that time is precious." He answered gravely. "Speaking of which, I have something I've always wondered and I hope you won't be too offended, but... Everyone knows you were a strip... an exotic dancer before you became a CSI, but I've always wondered how good you were at it?" he asked. She gave him a frank look and then chuckled. "Nick, I was a stripper. Back then there was no politically correct term for dancing while taking your clothes off in front of a bunch of cheering guys. And. Me, I was one of the best." She told him with a quiet, sincere pride.
He had started down a particular path now and he had no intension of turning back. "Prove it." He challenged her, his voice low and serious. She gave him a sidelong glance. "Oh Nicky Boy, I'm definitely not drunk enough to fall for that." She replied with a wry little chuckle, her eyes locking with his as she took another sip of her wine before setting the empty glass aside. He also set his glass on the coffee table and closed the distance between them on the sofa, never breaking eye contact with the beautiful blonde woman, their eyes searching speculatively. He saw the tip of her tongue pique out to wet her lips in an unconscious show of nervousness. It was a habit he had noticed she had when she wasn't completely sure of something. "Would you fall for this instead?" he asked softly and closed the distance between them pressing his lips lightly to hers. He saw her clear grey eyes widen as she stiffened for a moment before they softened and she relaxed, her lips parting slightly under his and he applied more pressure.
They kissed slowly, their lips sliding together as their heads shifted to cement their interlocking mouths. The tips of their tongues fenced playfully before they opened their mouths wider and explored the inside of each other's mouths, their tongues sliding sinuously over each other in a gentle massage. He could taste the wine they had drunk, it's flavour subtly altered by her saliva. He leaned some of his weight against her and she let herself slide backwards until she was half reclining against the pillows resting against the armrest and back of the sofa. His hand slid over her soft, smooth cheek, cupping it lightly with his palm and letting his fingers slide into the hair above her ear as they continued to kiss alternating between light, lingering, sucking pecks and deep delving soul kisses. His other hand slid to her hip, caressing and kneading the smooth curve through the cotton of her dress. He felt her hand snake around his neck and her fingers wormed their way into his hair. The soft warm pillows of her breasts flattened against his chest and he could feel the hot, hardening little points of her nipples pressing against him through their clothes. She gave a soft, vibrating little moan into his mouth. He slid one of his legs between hers and she undulated against his thigh, grinding herself against him. His dick in turn hardened and throbbed as it rubbed against and over the top of her thigh.
He finally raised his head from hers, separating their lips and looked down at her. Her kiss-swollen lips glistened wetly and her chest rising and falling as she drew in heavy breaths and tilted her head slightly, licking her lips. His own lips tingled slightly with the remember feel of hers on it. "That might work." She quipped huskily, her eyes sparkling brightly, her hand still lightly hooked around his neck, the other resting on the small of his back. He ran his thumb lightly over her lips as they contemplated each other and she parted them, letting the tip of her tongue slide wetly across it. "This... This is going to create complications." She stated softly and he nodded. "We can stop if you want." He offered sincerely even though his hard, erect cock throbbed and twitched against her thigh in the suddenly tight confines of his boxers and jeans. Her expression turned thoughtful as he watched her consider his offer. "We should, shouldn't we? Just stop right now. Remember it as a great time and an amazing kiss. A shared moment. I should just get up right now and avoid all the complications." She mused and he started to pull further back, lifting his weight off her. Her limp hand, resting on his neck tensed, holding him in place. "Then again, I've never really been partial to simple or easy in my life, so why start now." She informed him in a low sultry voice as she raised her head and pulled his down to hers. His lips twitched into a broad smile just before they met hers.
TO BE CONTINUED