"What's your fantasy?"

Gil Grissom ran his hand along the length of bare thigh that was propped beside him. "Already got it."

The woman giggled and arched her leg. "I'm serious, Gil."

His hand took hers and he kissed the gold band on her ring finger. "So am I."

Catherine Grissom rolled onto her side. "You're seriously saying that your only fantasy is running your hand along my leg?"

With a smile, Gil ran his hands along her leg again, placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh. "What can I say? You do have beautiful legs."

"Thank you. But are you sure you're not drunk?"

"If I am, you have to admit I perform remarkably well under the influence."

"Remarkably," Catherine replied dryly. "Stop with the leg stroking. It's distracting me from this conversation."

Gil peered at her from over the top of his glasses. "That, my dear, is the point."

"Gil Grissom, I am serious!" Catherine tried to give him a stern look, but failed miserably as his fingers trailed up the inside of her right thigh.

"Yes. I see that." His lips were curved into a smug grin.

"I saw the look you gave Sara today."

Gil's finger froze on her left thigh. "Excuse me?"

"When we had the discussion about fantasies. I saw the look you gave her and the look she was giving you."

"Well, you didn't expect me to admit to the table that my fantasy involves your legs, did you?"

She lifted an eyebrow. "I don't know. Did I?"

Gil let out a long groan and rolled onto his back. "Catherine!"

His wife leaned over him, resting her head on his chest. "Want to explain it?"

He craned his neck up to look at her. "Explain what?"

Catherine whacked him on the chest. "Gil!"

"Ow!" He grabbed her hands. "Cut it out!"

Placing her hands either side of his chest, she hovered above him. "I do not like other women making eyes at my husband."

"No one was." Gil caught the look in her eyes. "Okay, yes, Sara was making eyes at me, but that doesn't mean I was making eyes back."

"Then what was the look about?"

"It was simply about making sure she was clear her fantasy was doomed to stay a fantasy."

A small smile came across Catherine's face. "Can I tell her?"

"No."

She pouted. "Why not?"

"Because you'll be mean."

Catherine pretended to be indignant. "I will not!"

He simply looked at her.

"Okay, so maybe I will - but she shouldn't be making eyes at other people's husbands."

Gil nodded gravely. "Yes, that is true. However, since no one at the lab knows we're married, she's making eyes at someone she believes is available."

Catherine hit him again.

"Ow!" He frowned. "What was that for?"

"Why do you look available?"

"Alright," Gil said, flipping them over so she lay beneath him. "For the good of mankind, I have to kill you."

A pure 'bring it on' look flashed in Catherine's eyes. "Give me your best shot."

Gil bent down to kiss her and Catherine wrapped her legs tight around his hips. She struggled a little, trying to flip him again so that he was underneath her, but Gil had her hands pinned tightly above her head so she had no chance.

"That's not fair! You're bigger than me!"

He grinned at her, then his eyes traveled down to look between them, where Catherine had slyly slipped her knee.

"Uh-uh, Catherine. You do that, and no sex for a month. At least."

With a lot of grumbling and muttering, Catherine lowered her knee and instead moved her leg back to around his waist. "Spoilsport."

"Yes, dear, I'm such a killjoy when it comes to you kicking me in the balls."

"Well, I like them anyway."

Gil arched an eyebrow. "I'm wondering if you're drunk now."

"No, dear. Just enjoying the view."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it."

Catherine ran her eyes appreciatively over his body, noting, with some glee, that he was already erect.

"Gil."

"Mhm?"

She licked her lips and looked up into his eyes. "Touch me."

A wicked grin came over his face and he looked over her flushed body. She was breathing heavily beneath him, and her body still looked deliciously aroused after their earlier lovemaking session.

"Ah," he said, with a world-weary sigh, "so much to touch, so little time."

Catherine lifted an eyebrow. "Why? Are you going somewhere?"

His hands filled themselves with her breasts, his thumbs running across her sensitive nipples. "Only if you come with me."

Slowly, a smile lit up her face and she wrapped her hands around his neck, urging him down for a kiss.

The kiss was long and languid; slow, wet kisses turning to hot, hard ones.

"You're beautiful," Gil murmured, his lips moving to her neck.

Catherine's mouth fell open in sensual delight, her eyes closing as Gil trailed his way down to her breasts. His warm fingers traced their way over the tender flesh and made circles around her areola.

She felt her body tingling as arousal shot through her system. Catherine shifted on the bed, lifting her body slightly as Gil's fingers curled around her hip.

Her hands skimmed over his chest, coming to rest behind his head and letting her fingers tease through the curls at the nape of his neck. The fingers tightened as Gil's mouth closed over one taut peak.

A low moan escaped from her throat as Gil pleasured her breasts, and Catherine's hands slipped down his back, urging his body closer to hers.

"Gil." She arched her hips to meet his; her eyes closing at the heat between their bodies.

"I'm not finished," he muttered around her right nipple. "I have a lot of ground to cover."

Catherine quirked an eyebrow. "I'm not sure how to take that comment."

Gil looked up at her, a smirk on his face. "What I meant was, I have a lot of you I want to kiss and lick and taste. And you rubbing against me like that is ruining my concentration." His grin widened. "I might have to start over."

Catherine propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes just looking at him. "What are you, twelve?"

"Darling, if I were twelve then what we are doing is highly illegal."

She narrowed her eyes. "Do you want me to hit you again?"

"So tempting. And yet." He dipped his head down again, tracing patterns over her breasts with his tongue.

Catherine fell back against the pillows. "You are drunk."

Gil's hand made its way down her body, sliding over her abdomen and further down to cup her heat. She wriggled beneath him, aching for more contact and she whimpered in frustration as his hand slid its way back up her body.

He chuckled as she tried to grab his hand, attempting to push it back down her body. Carefully extricating himself from her grip, he shook a finger at her.

"Behave yourself, Catherine."

"You're trying my patience," she growled.

Gil snorted with laughter. "What patience?"

"Alright.that's it."

Gil found himself momentarily startled as Catherine tried to crawl out from underneath him. He quickly put an end to that idea as his thumb brushed over her clit and her entire body froze.

"Did I get your attention?" he asked, watching with a smile as her body fell back onto the bed.

"I.mmm.will get you.ahh.back for this." Her words were punctuated by sighs and gasps as his fingers idly stroked across her center.

"I have no doubt," he replied. "However, there are far more pressing matters than revenge."

Trailing kisses over her stomach, he ran his fingers down the insides of her thighs. He watched with delight as her muscles quivered at his touch.

Catherine watched with a heated gaze as he hovered above her center. Propped up on her elbows, she studied him carefully. "What are you looking at?"

His eyes locked onto hers. "You."

She swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. "Gil."

"Do you know how beautiful you are? How amazing you smell, you taste." His hands gently parted her legs. "Just the way you look at me makes me want you."

Her eyes widened momentarily and she licked her lower lip. "Gil."

She wasn't able to get her statement out before his tongue flicked against her swollen clit. Her head fell back as a low, guttural moan emitted from her lips.

Gil continued to touch her and taste her, watching as the pleasure blossomed on her face. Her body was flushed with arousal and she writhed under his attentions.

As she felt her orgasm creep up inside her, Catherine clenched the bed sheets and closed her eyes. "Gil.not yet."

"Mmm, why not?"

"Because." She moaned as he hit a particularly tender spot with his tongue. "Because I want to come with you."

"That is tempting," Gil decided, pausing in his ministrations.

Catherine rested her body back on the bed, breathing heavily as she watched him.

"And yet."

Her body bucked up as Gil went back to his previous exertions, this time doubling his efforts.

"Oh.Gil."

"There's no reason why you can't have one now and one later." Gil continued to pleasure her, as one long finger slid inside her, searching for the spot he knew would make her go wild.

As soon as her body began to shake around him, he knew he had found it and his eyes lifted up to watch her.

Catherine's eyes locked onto his as her orgasm slammed into her body, a cry of pleasure falling from her lips.

Gil crawled upwards, hovering above his wife as her body slowly started to calm. He grinned broadly at her. "See? One now."

"No kidding!" She blinked before winding her arms around his neck. "Kiss me."

"Demanding, aren't you wench?"

Catherine narrowed her eyes. "Did you just call me a wench?"

He smiled wickedly. "Yeah, I did. What are you going to do about it?"

Her fingers ran through his hair. "Absolutely nothing. I like this side of you, Gil Grissom."

He nuzzled her neck before kissing her lips tenderly. "I love you, Cath."

Winding her long legs around his waist, she kissed him back. "Love you too, Gil."

In one lazy, languid thrust he was inside her, completely filling her. She arched her hips up to meet his and they both groaned at the overwhelming feeling of completion.

Their bodies, so attuned to each other's needs and wants, began to move in unison. Gil's hand slipped down and lifted her right hip higher around his waist, providing him with deeper penetration. Catherine whimpered at the change in depth and urged his head down for a long kiss.

He indulged in the slow kiss for a while, before breaking away and resuming his slow, deep thrusts.

Catherine's fingers tightened around his hips as she felt another orgasm threatening to overtake her. "Gil."

"Let it happen, Catherine. I'm right there with you."

Her body reacted to the quickening of his thrusts and she cried out his name as her body shook beneath his.

Gil groaned as her muscles clenched around him and he thrust twice more before burying himself deep inside her as he came.

They lay together, bodies entwined as they regained their breathing.

"We could win awards for that," Catherine whispered in his ear.

He chuckled. "Absolutely." Gil kissed her neck. "Now do you believe me when I tell you about the look today."

"Gil." Catherine sighed. Her eyes looked up at his. "Do you really think that I don't trust you?"

He looked down at her, opening his mouth and shutting it again. "I'm not even going there."

Catherine giggled. "Gil, I love you. I married you and I trust you with my life and my heart. Yes, sometimes Sara bothers me with the way she keeps flirting with you, but I know you'll never act on that."

"I wouldn't," he said earnestly. "I love you. I married you forever and I meant it. I never make promises I can't or don't want to keep."

She kissed him gently. "I know." A broad smile spread across her face. "Maybe I just enjoyed the wrestling."

"You're a crazy lady, do you know that?"

Catherine nodded. "It's just a good thing I found a crazy gentleman to love me, isn't it?"

Gil looked somber. "Lindsey has no hope."

She laced her fingers through his. "I disagree. I think she has every hope in the world."

"And us?"

Catherine snuggled up to his body. "Us? I think we have everything."

"I agree," Gil replied, kissing her forehead. "We have each other."

FINIS