Catherine shut the door firmly behind her. Gil turned around, a small smile on his face.

"What do you think?"

"You know what I think," Catherine replied.

The corners of Gil's mouth turned up into a sly smile. "This tuxedo really does it for you, huh?"

"It certainly would be if you came a little closer."

Gil slowly walked over to her. She tried to reach out and touch him, but his hands took hers and held them above her head.

"That's not playing fair."

He arched an eyebrow. "Neither is wearing that dress."

"Gil." she moaned. "I want you."

His hand slipped underneath the dress and cupped her. "I know."

Catherine moaned again, the feel of his fingers stroking her core almost making her collapse beneath him. "Gil."

"We have a party to go to," he told her.

"We could be late and have our own little party in here first," she suggested. "Might relax you a bit before we go out there."

"Hmm. We'd have to get dressed all over again though."

A seductive smile appeared on her face. "I could help you with your bowtie."

He grinned. "You would?"

"I would."

Gil gently turned her around, pulling down the zip of her dress in one fluid motion. Catherine stepped out of it, still trapped against the wall.

She turned back around. "Can I help you?"

"Please do," he smiled, his hands going to his bowtie.

"Uh-uh," she said, shaking her finger at him. "Let me."

Gil's hands fell to his sides as her nimble fingers deftly untied the bowtie and slid it off. His hands went to his shirt, but she stopped him again.

"You're not cooperating," Catherine purred.

Gil leant forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. "We don't have a lot of time."

"Then let's make every second count," she replied, kissing him again as her hands went to his pants.

With some fancy handiwork, Gil's clothes had joined Catherine's on a pile in the corner of the room.

Her back against the door, Catherine watched with a small smile as Gil advanced towards her. She wrapped her arms around his neck when he was close enough and their lips crashed together in a deep kiss.

His hands went to her butt, lifting her until she wrapped her legs tight around him.

"I want you," he whispered in her ear, licking the lobe. "I've wanted you all day and all night."

"I want you too," she murmured, arching her head back when his mouth closed over a nipple. "And it serves you right for putting me on a different case to you."

Gil's only reply was to suck harder, and Catherine let out a low moan.

"God.Gil.please."

Gil slid a finger inside her, pleased to find she was already wet and ready for him. "Gil."

He simply smiled at her. "Feels good, Cath?"

Her hand reached down, wrapping around his erection, finger by finger. "This would feel better. For both of us."

Gil groaned and leant in for a deep kiss. He pushed inside her and Catherine whimpered, her head falling to his shoulder until they were as close together as possible.

"So good," she moaned. Her fingers dug into his back, hanging on tightly as he began to thrust.

"Cath.god.you're so tight." Gil moved closer to her, his lips meeting hers.

Catherine let out a cry of pleasure at his movements, amazed at how deep inside her he was. "Gil.yes."

Their lovemaking was intense, their need for each other overpowering the knowledge that they had to attend the ceremony afterwards.

"Gil.I'm.."

He grasped her hand, squeezing it tightly. "Let go, Cath. I've got you."

Catherine threw her head back and cried out his name as she came, her body overcome by intense pleasure. Her fingers dug into his hips, trembling around him.

Gil held tight to her, his head falling to her shoulder as he tensed and shuddered, spilling deep inside her.

They slid down the wall together, their bodies resting together.

"Wow."

"I'll say."

Catherine snuggled closer, her head resting against his chest. "I don't want to go to Ecklie's stupid ceremony."

"I'm the one that has to give the speech," Gil grumbled, kissing her shoulder. "You're going to have to do my tie again, beautiful."

"Hmm. I like your tie."

Gil grinned. "So you just made abundantly clear."

Catherine smirked. "Maybe next time we can leave it on."

Gil arched an eyebrow. "Can we leave the dress on too?"

Catherine chuckled. "We might have to hitch it up a bit, but I'm all for experimenting."

"After some of your more interesting suggestions in our bedroom, that doesn't surprise me."

"Oh please. You were so into those."

"That is true."

Catherine sighed, reluctantly pulling away. "We should go get ready."

"Oh, before you do.I have a surprise for you."

Catherine paused. "A surprise?"

"Well, two."

"Two surprises?" Catherine snuggled back against him. "I'm all ears."

Gil reached over for his pants pocket and handed her a key. "First one."

Catherine looked at the key. "What does this unlock?"

"This room." Gil smiled at her. "It's ours for tonight. Lindsey's staying at Nancy's."

A smile broke out on Catherine's face. "We're staying here tonight?"

Gil grinned. "If you want to."

She nodded and kissed him. "I love that idea."

Gil took her right hand. "Ready for the next one?"

"Okay."

"I know you can't wear "the" ring tonight," Gil murmured, "so I thought this one on the other hand might be a good substitute."

Catherine looked down at the ring that he slipped onto her right ring finger. "Gil."

He smiled at her, kissing her lips gently. "Love you."

She kissed him back. "I love you back. Thank you."

Gil hugged her tight. "We have to go."

Catherine nodded. "I'll go clean up." She paused, a small grin spreading across her face. "I'll thank you again, later."

"I'm starting to rethink my position on bowties," Gil said, getting up. "Although I must say black dresses are still top of my list."

Catherine smirked. "I don't know Gil.bowties still get my vote."

*******

Gil let out a big sigh, picking up the bowtie diagram.

"Whatcha doing?" Catherine asked, walking up to him..

And so the scene starts.and this fic ends ;)