Desire nipped at her again. She had made love to him three times and still she couldn't get enough of him. And it appeared, by the way he was looking at her, that the feeling was mutual.

"Thank you," she said, sitting on her bed and drawing her knees to her chin.

He raised an eyebrow, sitting down next to her. "For what?"

"Being here." She bit her lip. "Taking care of me."

Gil lay back on the bed, his eyes still on her. "I can't say it was an unpleasurable task."

They looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Catherine placed a hand on his chest. "You know what I mean." He took her hand and kissed it. "I do." He stroked a lock of her hair back from her face. "What do you want?"

She straddled him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "You. I want you. I've always wanted you."

He smiled and pulled her into a hug. "I'm here."

Smiling, she bent down and kissed him, tenderly at first, but deepening it in seconds. Her hand snaked down and brushed over him, pleased to see he was already hard.

Her attention moved back to the kiss as he pulled her closer, his hands snaking underneath the shirt and skimming over her breasts. Within seconds the shirt had disappeared, and she pressed against him, moaning as skin met skin once again.

His hands caressed her bare shoulders and travelled down her back, gently stroking. Her arms went around his neck as they kissed, only pulling apart when the need for oxygen became dire.

She arched up, levering herself on the bed covers as their lips met again. Gil took advantage of the distance between their upper bodies to run his hands over her breasts, gently squeezing and stroking. Catherine moaned into his mouth, and unable to take the sweet torture anymore, pressed her body against his. He pulled her lower body closer and a frustrated Catherine growled into his mouth as their hips mimicked the intimate action their bodies would later take.

He rolled them over and kissed her again, skimming his hands down the length of her. Her legs obediently rose to wind around his waist and her eyes closed in pleasure as he thrust up into her.

For a moment he stilled, and watched her. Her eyes opened again and when she saw the intensity burning in his, she knew.

"I love you," she whispered, her body aching with desire for him.

He bent down and kissed her gently. "I love you. So much."

With a smile, she nudged her hips against his, and the intensity returned in his eyes as he thrust inside of her.

Their lips fused together and her arms rested on his ass, trying to press him deeper inside of her. His right hand tangled in her hair, as he pushed deeper, letting his head rest in the crook of her neck, pressing kisses to the exposed flesh.

Her hand shot up to grab the headboard as she neared the edge, but instead his hand moved to grasp hers, squeezing it tightly.

Catherine's eyes fluttered open, her eyes widening and she cried out his name as white-hot pleasure spread throughout her body. Gil watched her tremble beneath him and hoarsely groaned her name as his body stiffened and he emptied himself inside her.

She held him to her as they tried to catch their breath.

"God, I love you," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple, her hands tangling in his hair.

He took in a gulp of air and lifted his head, kissing her gently. "I love you, Catherine."

She reached down for the sheet and pulled it over them as he cradled her in his arms.

Gil felt sunlight drift warmly across his face, but he didn't dare open his eyes. He prayed to the gods above that it hadn't been a dream, that he wasn't just waking up frustrated, that he wouldn't have to deal with it on his own yet again. He jumped and groaned when he felt a hand wrap around his hard shaft. His blue eyes opened and he met Catherine's intense sapphire eyes as she grinned at him.

"Morning, sunshine," she murmured, running one well-manicured nail delicately over the head of his penis.

"Mmm, hey," he sighed, taking in a sharp breath when she ran her tongue lazily around the head before pulling him slowly into her mouth.

"How long have you ..." he paused as she wrapped her hand around his erection, "...been awake?"

"Ever since you wrapped your arms around me and I felt this..." she squeezed his shaft gently, "...pressed against my thigh."

Gil moaned loudly as she kissed the tip of his penis before straddling his waist. She ran her hands over his chest before bending to capture his lips with hers as she guided him quickly into her.

They moved in a frenzy, growling each other''s names as Catherine rocked roughly back and forth, Gil grinding his hips upwards to bury himself as deep as possible inside her.

Catherine began to babble, calling Gil''s name over and over. She bit her lip and threw her head back, arching her body towards Gil as she came violently, head thrashing side to side as she stilled on top of him. He held her waist and murmured her name as she collapsed onto his chest before he began to pump up into her, his release so close. He began to chant her name in time with his hurried thrusts as she whispered in his ear.

"I love you, Gil,"

He exploded inside her, his whole body tensing and releasing as he emptied himself completely before wrapping his arms around Catherine and kissing her hair.

"I love you too," he whispered against her head. "Hell of a wake up call. I think I could get used to this."

"I just want to get used to being in your arms," she murmured.

He started as he felt her tears falling on his chest, and her body shaking in his arms.

"Catherine, sweetheart, what is it?" he asked, concerned and forcing her to stare at him.

"We've wasted so much time." She stared at him. "We could have been together for so long, and the way we treated each other last year...it hurt. It hurt like hell because I love you so much. And then to watch Sara swanning around because she was the big brave bitch who asked you out first. What hurt was that for all I knew...you had chosen her over me."

He pulled her close to him, stroking her hair and pressing kisses everywhere he could reach. "Never. I could never choose anyone over you. I love you. I love you more than anything in the world." He stroked her back, letting his fingers trail up and down. "And I'm sorry about last year. I can't tell you how sorry I am."

She wiped the tears from her face and he smiled broadly at her. Her smile soon came back and she leaned in to kiss him. She soon pulled back and he looked at her, confused.

"What?"

She scratched her chin. "When was the last time you had a shave?"

He grinned at her. "I think I was too busy making love to you to think about it."

Grabbing her robe from the side of the bed, she got up and tugged at his hand. "Come on then. We'll have to do something about that."

Gil watched her carefully as she pulled out a few things from her cupboard, and then sat on the bathroom counter. With a sly smile she crooked a finger at him to come closer.

"Catherine..." he said hesitantly. "What are you going to do to me?"

She grinned at him, and ran some warm water into the sink. Pulling out some shaving cream, she lathered some in her hands. "If we're going to be busy all day, I don't want an itchy rash, thanks very much." She narrowed her eyes. "Do you trust me?"

He smiled and stood in front of her. "Yes."

She smiled and applied some cream around his face. Catherine giggled and dabbed a bit on his nose. His eyes opened and stared at her. "I sincerely hope your shaver is not going there."

Catherine giggled. "You're so cute." She dipped the shaver in the water and looked at him. "You ready?"

He closed his eyes. "Work your magic."

She smiled and carefully slid the shaver down the side of his face, the face she knew so well now.

Gil had never had anyone shave him before, but he certainly could get used to the feeling of Catherine's soft hands cupping his face and her careful touch.

A few minutes later Catherine took the small handtowel and gently dabbed the remaining bits of cream off his face, including the one on his nose. "There. All clean-shaven."

She ran her hand down the side of his cheek, smiling as he moved his face closer to her hand.

"You did an excellent job," he smiled at her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. "Hmm. Better test it first though. What do you think?"

"I won't argue with your judgment," he replied, carefully tugging the robe away from her shoulders. He bent down and kissed the exposed flesh. "How is that?"

"Not bad," Catherine murmured. "But I think we need more intimate testing." She urged his lips down to meet hers in a deep kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning as he explored her mouth.

When they broke for air, Catherine smiled. "A definite improvement." Grinning devilishly, she turned and began to clean up the shaving things. "So, it's probably time to..."

She was interrupted as Gil's lips crashed into hers again, devouring her and pulling her close to him. She moaned as she felt his erection pressing against her.

"Time to what?" Gil asked her, the same look in his eye that she herself had been wearing earlier.

"Make love again," she murmured, kissing him again as he tugged the robe completely off. "Now," she growled.

"Catherine, you're not..." Gil brushed his finger across her centre. "Okay, forget that. You are." With one thrust he was inside her and her head rested against his shoulder.

"This is going to be fast," he groaned.

"Good," she replied, almost falling off the counter in her need to get closer to him. "So close......"

"Cath......" he sighed, as she raked her nails down his back.

She cried out in pleasure as her orgasm crashed into her, hot and fast. He gasped out her name as he exploded inside of her, pulling her closer.

"Hmm......you should let me shave you more often," Catherine murmured, her body still tingling.

"Absolutely," he gasped. "I never thought that I could be......"

She grinned at him. "Turned on by someone shaving your shadow off? Let's just say it's mutual."

"This is insane. I just can't get enough of you," Gil whispered into her hair.

"I'm definitely not complaining," Catherine giggled, pressing soft kisses to his neck. "But I'm so hungry..." Her stomach growled loudly and she laughed again.

Gil pulled her off the counter and tugged her robe around her shoulders, his fingers deftly tying it, brushing against the skin of her stomach. She moaned unconsciously, closing her eyes as his fingertips lingered on her skin.

"Food," he whispered, chuckling.

"Yeah, right ... you expect me to think straight when you do that?"

"Point taken."

Catherine sat on the counter as Gil pulled out the ingredients for pancakes, laying them neatly on the table and mixing them carefully. Catherine watched his every move, imagining him under the white t-shirt and faded jeans and growing more aroused by the minute. When he bent over to pick up a spoon he'd dropped, she leered at his perfect ass, licking her lips longingly.

He turned and saw her eyeing him and grinned lopsidedly. "Something you wanted?"

"You," she said simply, biting her lower lip and smiling slightly.

Gil raised his eyebrows at her. "You really are insatiable, aren't you?" he asked, drawing closer to her.

"When it comes to the incredibly amazing, super sexy, God in the sack Gil Grissom, I sure as hell am," she replied, snaking her arms around his neck and kissing him forcefully.

Gil moved his hand between them and slipped it inside her loosely tied robe, probing her center as she groaned and arched towards him.

"You really want to do this on the counter? It's not exactly sanitary ..."

"I don't give a fuck right now, Gil ... hurry up," she growled, grinding her hips against his hand in the hopes of increasing the friction.

"When you talk like that, I don't think you deserve any privileges," he scolded, drawing his hand teasingly away from her.

"Gil, I swear to God ..."

He pushed his finger inside her wet folds, mostly to shut her up. She moaned and arched her back as he added another finger, massaging her most sensitive spot with his thumb. She began to rotate her hips against his hand as she pulled his head to her, sucking, licking and nipping whatever flesh she could find.

"I'm ... almost ... close ... please," she babbled, pulling her head back and looking into his eyes. "What about you?"

"I need some time to ... replenish my stores. This is for you, baby," he replied, increasing the speed of his fingers as Catherine screamed his name and convulsed against him.

Her breathing slowed and she slumped against him. He hugged her and kissed her head before washing his hands and finishing the pancakes.

Catherine sighed in satisfaction as she finished her pancakes.

"Good?" Gil asked her, also finishing his breakfast. "Very," she smiled, licking some maple syrup from her finger. She arched an eyebrow at Gil, and a sly smile came onto her face as she looked downwards. "You alright there?"

He smiled at her. "Fine."

She smirked. "Gil...perhaps we should leave the cleaning up till later."

"Why is that?" he asked, taking the plates and awkwardly walking towards the kitchen counter.

Catherine giggled. "Because I can imagine how uncomfortable those pants are right now."

"Actually, I don't think you really can," Gil assured her.

"Perhaps we should take them off then," Cath suggested.

Gil narrowed his eyes. "As long as it can be slow."

"What, taking off your pants?"

"No...that just has to be careful. I want to make love to you again."

Catherine smiled sensually at him and taking his hand, they went into the bedroom.

They quickly stripped and before she could lie on the bed, Gil pulled her to him and they held each other for a few moments. He kissed her forehead and smiled at her.

"I am so lucky to have you."

She nestled herself against him, feeling his warmth radiating against her body. "We both won the lottery."

He tugged her hand and she willingly followed him back to the bed, covering his body with hers. She bent down and they kissed, long and deep.

Her hand slid down between them and massaged his shaft, smiling into the kiss as he moaned slightly.

She opened her mouth and sighed as they came together again, his hands running gently down her spine, sending tingles throughout her body.

A few minutes later, she pulled back, and stared at him, breathing heavily.

"What?" Gil asked her, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

Catherine looked at him, her finger tracing his face, and finally brushing over his lips. "I love you. I love you so much."

He smiled and leant up to gently kiss her. "I love you too."

She let out a surprised cry as he flipped them, brushing his body intimately against hers. She growled low in her throat and pulled him down for another kiss.

Catherine closed her eyes as his hands began to wander, and he pressed warm kisses against her neck.

She let out a gasp as he kept moving further down and her hands held his head to her as he pressed kisses around her breast. "You have a very talented mouth," she murmured.

"Thank you," he replied, his mouth vibrating against her skin.

She chuckled and tugged on his shoulders, bringing him up so that she could kiss him again.

"You're beautiful," he smiled, letting his fingers trace unimportant patterns on her abdomen.

Catherine let out a strangled moan, bucking up against him as his hand trailed lower. "Stop... teasing..." she managed to get out.

"What do you want?" Gil asked her, pressing kisses down her body.

"You," she whispered. "I always want you."

He travelled back up her body again and smiled. "Good answer." His mouth descended on hers for a kiss. "I always want you too."

Her legs obediently rose to encircle his hips and he kissed her softly as he slid deep inside her.

"Mmm," she muttered in satisfaction, her hands resting on his hips as he slowly thrust in and out. "Won't be able to move tomorrow."

He nuzzled at her neck. "It's worth it though."

"Oh absolutely," she said breathlessly, as an incredibly delicious warmth started to circle throughout her body. "Harder," she begged, tightening her hold on him.

He kissed her again, moving faster and pulling her to him as he watched her approach the edge.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear. "Let it go."

Her eyes flew open and her body trembled beneath him as she cried out his name, digging her nails into his hips. Her arms pulled him closer as he let out a hoarse cry and emptied himself inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her and her hands stroked gently across his back.

"Hmm, so good," she murmured. She grabbed him as he began to move. "Don't move. Stay."

"Was planning on doing so," he replied, gathering her in his arms and stifling a yawn. "We have to go to work in three hours."

"Thanks for reminding me."

"Sleep?"

"Please."

"Love you."

"Love you too," she smiled, kissing his head and closing her eyes.

"Can't we please call in sick?" Catherine begged, reluctantly doing up her seatbelt. "You're the boss. You can say whatever you want."

"Cath, I very much wish that we could, believe me," he said, stroking her cheek lightly, causing her to moan. "But we're short handed tonight and need to go in."

Catherine grumbled, folding her arms childishly over her chest and pouting. Gil leaned over and kissed her jutting lip, causing her to giggle before deepening the kiss.

"Work, Cath," he mumbled against her lips.

She pulled away and grinned at him as he started the car and eased onto the road.

They drove in friendly silence, Catherine's hand resting on Gil's thigh. She was still amazingly aroused and began to trace her fingers upwards. Gil glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and she smiled angelically at him before grasping him through his pants.

"Jesus Christ, Catherine," he cried, jumping into her hand. She smiled wider when she felt just how hard he was.

He tried desperately to regain some composure, but as Catherine's hand worked its way into his pants and past his boxers to wrap around his shaft, he choked back a cry and pulled into a deserted parking lot.

"Hurry," she whispered urgently, slipping his pants and boxers down his legs swiftly before sliding her own slacks off. He pushed the seat backwards and smiled lopsidedly at her as she struggled to remove his seatbelt.

He reached for her and guided her over him. She slid him swiftly into her and leaned back, grasping at the ceiling as she rocked her hips frantically against his.

"Gil ... faster," she moaned.

He moved his hips in time with hers and grasped her chin gently, guiding her eyes to his. They were dark blue and glowed with desire as she bit her lip and groaned low in her throat as her orgasm spiralled through her body.

Gil waited until she had ridden out the last of the waves of pleasure and grasped her hips, his body desperate for release as he thrust hard and fast into her warm depths.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer to her, muttering in his ear. She surprised him when she called out, "Harder ... fuck, harder, Gil."

He complied, burying his face in her neck as his vision darkened and he came violently, biting her neck harder than he meant to in the throes of release.

Catherine screamed and arched her back, his mouth on her neck sending her spinning into another powerful orgasm.

Their breathing slowed, and Catherine lifted her head from his shoulder.

"Wow," she breathed, kissing him slowly.

"I hurt you," he said, his finger tracing her neck.

"No," she replied, kissing him gently. "I'm fine." She kissed him again. "I love you."

He smiled. "I love you too." He glanced at his watch. "We should......"

Catherine nodded. "I know."

"So, Cath and I are going to catch up on paperwork here," Gil announced to the team, as he handed out assignments.

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Voluntarily?"

"Well, we're uh, both very tired. You know, with the heat and all it was hard to sleep," Catherine explained, trying to keep a straight face.

"Man, I thought it had cooled down quite a bit," Warrick said.

"Not at my house," Catherine replied, and reddened slightly. She went into damage control. "And Grissom was telling me how hot it was all weekend." This wasn't actually going how she had intended.

Grissom had an amused look on his face, enjoying watching Catherine squirm.

"Anyway," Catherine said. She stood up and hurriedly sat down.

"Are you okay?" Nick asked, concern etched on the three younger CSI's faces.

"Fine," she replied quietly. "Just a little......wobbly on my legs. You know......the heat and all."

Grissom forced himself not to smile and handed the assignments to the younger CSI's. "Good luck tonight."

"She needs new concealer," Sara said, as the three of them made their way out to the Tahoe's.

"Never saw Cath as being the type that would let a man brand her," Warrick muttered.

Nick chuckled. "As if you would know."

Sara stopped walking and stared at them. "Guys......did Grissom look a little more......satisfied with himself than usual?"

Nick groaned. "Not something I wanted to know."

Warrick grinned. "Let me put it this way Sara......I don't think the heat at Catherine's house was the weather."

"My entire body is hating me," Catherine said, as she leant against Grissom for support while they headed to his office.

"Really?" Grissom asked her. "I mean, granted, my body has never exercised that much before but......it's not hating me." She looked up at him. "You know what I mean."

Gil nodded. 'Yes, I know. How about a hot bath later?"

Catherine smirked. "As long as it's for two."

"I think we can arrange that," Gil told her. "What do you want to do then?"

She smiled. "I just want you to hold me."

"That can definitely be arranged," he said, opening the door to his office for her.

Greg Sanders leant against the door of the lab and smirked. Who would have guessed? Gil Grissom and Catherine Willows having a marathon sex weekend. He was surprised they could still walk.

FINIS