"Oh, damn!" Catherine cried, slamming the palm of her hand onto the desk with a loud slapping noise.

"What's going on in here?" Gil asked, coming up behind her.

"I was just using your computer for something," Cath said, smiling up at him and watching with smug satisfaction the play of emotions on his face.

"Not looking up porn again, I hope," he finally grumbled.

"No," she replied with an innocent smile.

"I don't like that look -- what have you been doing?" He asked, leaning to try to see the monitor, but Catherine shut it off. "Cath, it's my computer -- what have you been..."

She sighed huffily and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, okay, but you' ll laugh," she said, turning the monitor back on.

He gaped. Then he swallowed. "You would star in a bondage porno?" He asked, finally, his mouth dry and his voice cracking under the strain.

"Actually, I wouldn't, but apparently, due to my answers on this quiz, I would," she mumbled, a blush staining her cheekbones.

"This is the result of a quiz?" The look on his face was incredulous.

She shrugged. "My guilty pleasure," Cath admitted with a deeper blush. Her tongue darted out to lick her lip and Gil found himself focused on that tiny motion. "I mean, I'll take a few quizzes and get a good laugh -- quizilla.com has some of the best and dumbest ones..."

"Like what kind of porno you'd star in," he finished in a dry tone.

"Exactly!" There was a long tense silence, then she said, "So -- wanna find out what kind of a porno you'd star in?"

"Do I have to?" When she stared at him like he had two heads, Gil sighed. "Okay, okay -- move over and lemme see."

A few minutes later, Catherine giggled and Gil groaned. "Okay, you found out my weakness --"

"Gil Grissom, hopeless romantic!" Catherine snickered with a grin. "Wanna take another?"

"As long as I get a better response than starring in a romantic movie, sans porn," he grumbled.

"How about this one -- what's your sexual fetish?" She clicked on the link before he could say anything, and proceeded to mark all of the little buttons for herself, then clicked to get her result. It was obvious that she did this more often than him. "Aw, fuck," she muttered under her breath. "I am NOT pure, damn it! That's twice in a row!"

"Twice in a row what?"

"Twice in a row that they fucked up," she grumbled. "Here, you try."

Gil obediently clicked his way through the quiz and flushed when his result came up. "Just because I like the illusion of control and submission does not mean that I like bondage!" He hissed when Catherine snickered.

"Do you like handcuffs?" Catherine teased when she caught her breath.

"Actually, silk ribbon is better for eroticism," he said before his brain caught up with his mouth.

She stared at Gil with wide eyes. "I'll have to try that sometime," she commented in a voice that was slightly huskier than usual. Her pupils were dilated, the blue deepening in hue and sparkling.

"How about another one," he managed to say, finally, when he dragged his gaze away from hers.

"What kind of sex do you --"

"Is everything about sex today?" He interjected.

"The best part of the day is sex," Catherine retorted. She clicked through and smirked. "Well, at least they got that one right -- I do like plain old regular old-fashioned sex, dahling! Your turn, Gil --"

"Oh my god," he croaked upon reading his answering options. "I can't believe you -- CATH!"

"Oh, just do it already," she purred, covering the hand he had on the mouse with hers.

"Regular, plain old sex," he announced triumphantly.

"Ah, something else we have in common," she murmured with a wink. "Now, I'll be a good girl and let you pick one..."

"How sexually frustrated are you," Gil said, pointing at the screen.

Catherine giggled. "I'm dancing like amts are in my pants, but I can deal," she read with a snicker when she'd finished the test.

Gil took the test and choked. "See, this is why --"

"Let me see," she said, pushing him aside. "Holy mother of god," she mumbled, looking over at him. She didn't say anything else, even though his result glared back at them from the monitor in all of it's 'you will fuck your partner to death' glory. "How about another?" She asked, slapping the back button a couple of times.

"Sexual favored position?" Gil groaned, rubbing his forehead where a vein was pulsing. It was bad enough that he was starting to get a headache, but that was more from trying to keep his horniness in check around Catherine.

"Sure," she crowed, licking her lips again. He couldn't believe how much he wanted to be those lips -- SNAP OUT OF IT! "Hmm..." A long pause, then a snicker. "Missionary. You."

He flushed and clicked through the test, letting his guard down for a moment when he felt her hand bush against his thigh. But then it retreated, so it was probably an accidental touch... "I like it all," he mumbled.

"Well, do you?" Catherine whispered.

"Actually -- yeah," Gil replied with a shrug. "And do you like the missionary?"

"If I'm on top," she smarted back.

"Can we stop now?" He asked. "My head hurts."

"Only because all the blood has vacated that part of your body," Catherine pointed out dryly. "Sexual feng shui," she said, clicking. "I am a sofa superstar," she purred.

Gil took the quiz and sighed. "Just because I haven't been a sexual animal does not mean that I am a loser," he said, pointing at the graphic.

"Of course you aren't -- it just means that someone can train you," she assured him.

"This is depressing," he mumbled.

"Sorry -- last one, unless you want more," she promised. "What do you secretly sexually desire... Hey, what the fuck? I can't read this shit -- letters alternated between caps and lowercase and -- okay, this one doesn't count." She looked up at him and laughed. "How about What is my sexual fantasy? Ooh, I like this one! I want my moment to be 'special' -- I want perfection. And I do."

"Okay, let me," he said, moving in. "And again with the romantic crap," he muttered with a scowl.

"Better bring on those handcuffs," she replied with a smirk.

"One more," he said, back buttoning till he got to the listing. "Are you in need of a good fuck."

"Oooh -- this one has potential," she said with a smile. "I'll go first. And I am a chronic masturbator... Jeez, how true," she muttered under her breath.

"Your go."

"Well, maybe we should start a club for chronic masturbators," Gil quipped a moment later.

"How about we do something about that chronic masturbating?" She suggested, licking her lips again. "I mean, we're already --"

"You only came to drop off that folder," Gil said pointedly. "And yet, you wound up taking over my computer and --"

"One more quiz," she murmured. "Can you perform the pushup 180 fuck?"

"The WHAT?"

"Oh, shaddup and take the quiz."

"It's broken," he said, pointing.

"Okay, gimme the mouse..." She smirked. "How about this one, then -- how do you like to be fucked. Simple enough. And how did I know -- missionary, dahling..." She smiled over at him and then glanced down. Her gaze lingered on the bulge that was becoming out of control as he slid further and further into a haze. "And what about you, Gil?" Catherine asked, lifting her eyes back to his.

"I can't take this one because it's for girls -- see? Clit, vagina --"

"I'm amazed you actually said those words without turning funny colors or stammering," she said with a grin. "Let me find one for you, then... Ah, here."

"How hard would you slam me into the wall when we fuck?" He read, raising an eyebrow.

"Go for it, big boy," she purred with a smirk. She had him and she knew it.

He felt his erection rising, constrained by his pants painfully as he read the questions and dutifully clicked the appropriate answers. It didn't help that Catherine's fingers worked their way up his thigh as he did so, and he jumped and jerked against her hand when she touched the hard front of his khakis.

"God, Cath -- give me a minute," he begged. "Okay -- okay, read it!"

"You'd better not want to fuck her!" Catherine shouted. "You're supposed to want to fuck me!"

He stared at her for a moment. "I do," he mumbled. "I want to -- but not fuck you. I want to make love to you, Cath -- I just --"

Her lips covered his and he tasted her for the first time. It was a sweet, heavenly moment, and he almost forgot that he had a raging hard on.

"I'll leave you with that thought, tiger," she murmured as she pulled away. "I've got to go pick Lindsey up."

"You can't leave me like --"

"You can't do a thing about that until I get back," she instructed firmly. "And take some more quizzes -- they'll entertain the hell out of you."

"But Cath --"

The door closed behind her, and Gil sat down at his computer desk. "Hmmm... I hate to admit it, but these quizzes are addictive -- oh, hey, that one's interesting..."

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