Gil Grissom raised an eyebrow at the huge truck pulled up in front of his house. His face paled as he saw the big name splashed across the truck in bright red. "MAGIC FINGERS". What the hell were his neighbours going to think? He got up and went to the front door, wondering what was going on. His eyes widened considerably as he saw Catherine jump out of the truck cab, in that damn sexy outfit she had worn that day. He would swear she was trying to kill him.

"Thankyou boys," he heard her say to the workmen. "Just let me ring the doorbell."

Gil flung open the door. "Uh, Catherine? What's going on?"

She smirked at him, giving him one of those drop dead gorgeous smiles that reminded him she was always totally in control.

"Well, I saw how much you enjoyed the bed at the crime scene that I thought you might like to try it at home." Her voice dropped a little and became husky. "Uninhibited."

Gil swallowed and felt certain parts of his anatomy readily responding to her words. "Cath, I uh, I already have a bed."

"That's okay," Catherine said, coming into the house. She placed a hand on her arm and it seemed to burn right through him. "I think this one will be better."

Gil watched as the bed was set in his bedroom, after Catherine had directed the movers to put his other bed in the basement. She was crouching on the floor now, scrutinizing the instruction booklet and he smiled. She had such a nice.

"Gil?"

He snapped out of his reverie and stared at her. Catherine had noticed where his eyes had been directed and she smirked at him.

"You going to help me set this up?" she asked, tossing the booklet aside. "Or are you going to make me do all the hard work on my lonesome?"

"No, no, I'll help," he said, getting to the floor beside her. He reached for the instructions but Catherine pulled them out of his reach.

"We don't need them." Her eyes darkened and her voice took on that husky tone. "It's the same as I told you once before, Gil. Male parts into female parts."

By God, she was trying to kill him! "But Catherine, this isn't plumbing."

"Same process applies," she answered. "Besides, I've used one of these before."

Gil's eyes widened. "Really?" he choked out.

She almost laughed at him. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Mr Grissom! When I was pregnant with Lindsey I had the worst backache and someone suggested I try one of these." She whispered into his ear. "It felt incredibly good."

Gil had not been aware that the idea of a pregnant Catherine on a vibrating bed would be sexy, but now he was certain it was an image to be added to his Catherine fantasy collection.

He helped her slot some of the bed together and she smiled broadly at him.

"See? Male into female."

Gil was getting slightly uncomfortable in his black pants and sincerely hoped that Catherine had not noticed.

But Catherine, who was enjoying herself immensely, HAD noticed. And so far, was very impressed with the way things were turning out.

"Have you got some spare sheets and things?" she asked.

"In the linen cupboard," he said, pointing down the hall.

Catherine smiled. She pointedly looked down his body and then her eyes met his, noticing he was blushing slightly. "Gil, how about you go get uh.more comfortable, and I'll make the bed?" She stood up. "Or even better, you could go find some quarters."

Gil looked surprised. "We have to pay to use it?"

Catherine was very pleased he had said "we". "I think it enhances the experience."

"I'll go see what I can find," he said, getting up and disappearing down the hallway, trying to get his hormones under control. He was a middle-aged man! Not a horny teenager. Although the clothes that Catherine was wearing could give a man a hard-on like he'd swallowed a whole bottle of Viagra.

Meanwhile, back in the lounge room, Catherine was quietly humming to herself as she made the bed. She was amazed at how calm she was. Here she stood, making a vibrating bed of all things, and flirting like crazy with her supervisor, who she was just aching to jump and have her way with.

She finished the bed and stood back, admiring her work.

"Looks good," said Gil, coming into the room. He held up a bag. "I found some quarters."

Catherine raised an eyebrow. "You keep your quarters in a bag?"

Gil shook his head. "I collected them from around the place and just put them in here."

"How many quarters do you have?"

Gil grinned. "Enough for what we want to use them for, I'm sure."

Catherine almost passed out on the spot. Whatever he had done while he had been in the other room certainly made him a little bolder. She smiled slightly. She knew how to deal with that. "So what's your favourite position?" Catherine watched in delight as Gil's mouth dropped open in shock. "Sleeping position," she finished. "Gee Gil, your mind seems to be permanently in the gutter today!" She at on the bed, kicking her shoes off to the side and looked expectantly at him.

Gil was still not convinced that he wasn't dreaming but sat on the other side, carefully taking off his shoes.

Behind his back, Catherine rolled her eyes. It was such a Grissom thing to do. She lay back, making herself comfortable.

Grissom lay down carefully beside her and watched her for a minute, noting how much she looked like an angel, with her white top and her strawberry blonde hair fanned out onto the pillow.

She felt him watching her and rolled over onto her side, her blue eyes staring at his. "Stick it in."

"Sorry?" Gil spluttered.

She giggled. "The quarter, Gil. Put the quarter in."

Blushing slightly, he fished a quarter out of the bag and slipped it in the slot.

Catherine lay back and closed her eyes, waiting for the vibrations to start.

And start they did.

Catherine let out a soft sigh as the vibrations traveled throughout her body. Gil turned to glance at her, and felt his arousal deepen as he watched her.

This was getting insane. He wanted her and some crazy part of him believed that she might want him back.

"Why did you wink at me today?" she asked, her voice sounding funny as the bed vibrated.

"Huh?" he asked, his brain working around the lust fog that was slowly taking over his mind.

"You winked at me. Why?"

"I was affirming your comment."

"What comment?"

"You said I'm back and then I winked at you."

"Ah, okay," she replied, and they fell into companionable silence again, the only sounds the whirring of the bed as it vibrated.

Why didn't you join me on the bed?" he asked her.

"Huh?" Catherine said, her mind also fighting the arousal deep within her.

"All you did was tell me to enjoy it."

Catherine rolled onto her side and stared at him. "And did you?"

"It was kind of lonely," he replied, facing her.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she answered, aching to feel his body pressed against hers. "How about now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you lonely now?"

He took one of her hands and squeezed it gently. "Not really."

The vibrations stopped.

"Stick it in," Catherine growled.

Gil went to reach for a quarter but her hand pulled him back.

"NOT a quarter," she said huskily.

"Catherine Willows, that was very forward."

"What? And buying a vibrating bed was backward?"

He chuckled. "Good point." He looked at the quarters. "Do you think we need to put some more in?"

Her mouth curved into a seductive smile. "Why not? I've heard it enhances the experience."

Gil smiled at her and taking several quarters, slid them into the slot. Catherine watched him with a heated gaze, her entire body feeling on fire. And they hadn't even kissed yet.

The vibrations began again and Gil moved to hover above her.

"Want to vibrate with me?" he asked.

Catherine giggled. "Sounds like fun."

His hand caressed her cheek, imprinting her face into his memory. "I love you Catherine. I've loved you for so long. I've needed you for so long."

She smiled. "I love you. And I feel the same way." She ran her fingers over his beard. 'I will always feel the same way." She wriggled beneath him. "Can we make use of the vibrations now?"

"Sounds good to me," he replied bending down.

Their first kiss was explosive, filled with seventeen years of love and hidden passion for each other. It deepened in seconds, and Catherine let out a low moan as he pressed his body against hers.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. His hand traveled down and rested on her hip anchoring her closer to him. The vibrations beneath her and the feeling of being so close to him were driving her crazy.

"Gil," she murmured, as his lips traveled down her neck. She tugged his shirt out of his pants and she slipped her hands up, running them around his chest and back. "Please." She wanted to feel skin against skin.

He complied with her request and leaned back slightly, quickly unbuttoning and removing his shirt. His hands then gripped the hem of her shirt and glanced at her.

"Are you sure about this?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Gil, hon, I brought a vibrating bed to your house. You're on top of me, half naked. I am impatiently waiting for you to get this top off me. I think we're way past asking if we're sure or not." She leant up and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "But if it helps at all, I'm sure."

He tugged her shirt over her head and then with a look of pure Grissom concentration, went to work on her bra. After a few attempts he looked at Catherine with a pleading look. She grinned.

"Really, Gil, it's not that hard."

"I don't have to put one on everyday," Gil reasoned with her, as she helped him take her bra off.

"I'm sure you'll learn how to get them off quickly enough," she replied, winking at him.

"I hope so," he answered, bending down to kiss her again.

Catherine luxuriated in the feelings coursing through her. The beds slow and steady vibrations and Gil's body pressing so intimately into hers had her on fire.

She gasped as his lips moved over her breasts and she arched her body against him. He smiled and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. Her eyes fluttered shut and her hands tangled themselves in his hair.

His hands moved down to unzip her pants and he slid them off. "I like your underwear."

"I'm glad," she replied, smiling. "I can't wait to see yours."

She watched him as he shifted back and unzipped his pants. Catherine watched him take them off and smiled.

"Bugs. I should've known."

"Disappointed?"

"Never. And while I like your underwear.take it off."

Gil grinned and slipped them off. Her eyes roamed over his body.

"Come here," she murmured.

He climbed back onto the bed, hovering above her. His hand brushed over her centre and she moaned.

"No more," she begged. "Please. Make love to me."

She couldn't believe that after being so brazen earlier she had gone to begging to make love with him.

Their eyes locked together as he slid inside her. Her hands pulled him to her for a kiss, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She kissed his shoulder as he moved deeper within her, and her eyes closed.

"God," she moaned, as they moved together.

"Me or the bed?" Gil asked, halting his thrusts and looking at her expectantly.

"You," she ground out.

He smiled and bent down, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss.

"Harder," she murmured, the vibrations beneath her and the feeling of him deep inside her sending her body into sensory overload.

He slammed back inside her and she groaned, raking her nails down his back. He watched her eyes, opened wide and locked onto his and his hand slipped down, massaging her clit.

Gil watched her with a burning intensity as waves of pleasure crashed through her body, leaving her trembling in their wake.

He thrust once, twice and she kissed him deeply as he exploded inside her.

"I love you," she said, kissing him again.

"I love you," he echoed, kissing her neck.

She snuggled into his arms as he lay back on the bed.

"I hope you've got some quarters for later," Catherine whispered, her hand running down his chest.

"I'll find some," he answered, kissing her forehead. "Thanks for the bed."

"You're welcome. It's a gift that keeps on giving."

FINIS