"Did you know that no one can lick their own elbows?"

Catherine's unexpected question made Grissom think for a second if he had heard it right, before looking up from his case file. The sight before him forced a smile on his lips: The always stylish Catherine Willows, the envy of most of the lab's females, was using her right hand to push on her left arm in a desperate attempt to prove the "own elbow licking impossibility" wrong.

He marveled at the fact that even dressed in a plane white cotton sleeveless shirt, with her arms strangely twisted before her face and sticking her tongue out, she was still uncomparabily sexy.

"It's an anatomical impossibility" - she explained still trying to success in her attempt.

He chuckled and that made her look right at him, her arms still tangled.

"Then why are you still trying?" - A highly amused Grissom inquired.

Catherine smiled sheeply and slowly disentagled her arms and arranged her clothing.

"I just hate not being able to lick them".

He was sure the probabilities of this being the silliest conversation they had ever had were sky high. Why would anyone want to lick his elbows anyway?

"You aware that there are many other body parts you can't lick, aren't you?"

She raised an eyebrow at his remark before answering.

"But those I've had someone lick for me." - She paused a second, mentally checking her 'already licked' list - "My back, my feet, my neck, my..." - A deep blush on her face told Grissom what she didn't dare vocalize. He felt the room's temperature rise a 200% and swallowed hard.

"So, no one ever asked to taste your elbows?"

"Guess they don't qualify for erotic fetish." - She paused and stare right onto his eyes. He seemed in deep concentration. - "Why? You've done it before?"

He put his hands before him in a defensive way.

"No! God, no." - He shook his head trying to erase the image of his mind. But that only made Catherine look at her elbows again.

"Are they too ugly or what? Sister always said I had chicken knees... now I have ugly elbows too?"

Grissom thought about licking her elbows and suddenly the idea sounded way better.

"No, they're just fine. It's just that elbows were not in my 'top ten lickable body parts' list".

Catherine grinned mischeviously and leaned over his desk causing him to pull back a little.

"Oh, and what would that list be?"

He felt tricked by the conversation and wondered if she had already planned the whole dialogue or if it simply was this easy for her to wound him up.

"Ah, my dearest friend, wouldn't you like to know".

She didn't move and kept her eyes glued to his. She was very aware of the power her inquisitive look had on him and thought this was a subject she didn't want to drop. So she retreat, and sat back again on his chair - cause she knew how to play her cards.

"Where does all this licking elbows thing come from anyway?"

Asked him highly relieved for her sudden lost of interest.

"Lindsay told me this morning. Some friend sent her this email filled with curiosities. Did you know that duck's 'qwak' doesn't have echo? No one can really explain why".

"Maybe we should write this things down. We'll never know when they'll be handy"

Catherine flashed her lashes and grinned.

"Don't know if we'll ever have to use a duck's qwak as evidence for anything but just for the sake of knowledge, giraffes can lick their own ears".

"What is it with you and the licking tonight, Cath?"

She smiled mischeviously again and leaned over, this time, making sure he had no other choice but to see under her shirt. When it came to games, she was a master.

"I still haven't forgotten about your top ten".

"Breasts" - He mumbled before realising he was thinking out loud.

"Excuse me?" - She said supressing her giggles.

"Break" - He responded hurriedly - "I said the break's done. Greg must have some results on those fibers by now..."

"No way! You said 'breasts'. You're starting the list by head or bottom?"

He opened his mouth a couple of times before he could actually think of anything to say.

"You've tricked me. I'm not sure how, but I've seen it happen before. I said 'break' AND, I'm not sharing this information with you"

Catherine only needed one small sentence to reduce his will to jell-o.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours"

"You first" - Was his fast reply, even though he was positive his brain had commanded his lips to move and form the words 'stop', 'this' and 'conversation'.

He wasn't sure what was worst: Telling her about the places he loved tasting in a female's body while thinking of hers, or hearing her explain her favourite spots to lick while thinking of his own body.

"Oh... allrighty. We'll go one after another. Number ten... hands."

"You like licking men's hands?"

And he made a quick glance down to his own hands, that were resting on his desk.

"I love licking big fat fingers"

Grissom's pants became suddenly too tight, and he made a mental note on not to comment her list in the future. - "I think your pager is vibrating..." - he mumbled.

"No way. Your turn. Tenth would be...?"

He gave his election a second thought.

"Navel"

Catherine raised her eyebrows and moaned softly showing her agreement. She loved her navel being licked.

"See? It wasn't that hard"

But Grissom's underwear had different ideas. Unfortunately, Catherine was completely unaware of this uncomfortable situation and continued with her list.

"Nine: Nipples".

Grissom became extremely aware of his own nipples instantly.

"Calves" - He replied as fast as he could so that the images of her licking her chest would fade... only that they were replaced by the image of him licking her legs, wich was as disturbing as the previous one. But did he want it to stop? No, sir.

"Eight: Buttocks"

Why does that word sound so sexy in her lips? He gulped - "Hips".

"Seven: ..." - Catherine's eyes had suddenly became enormous. His office had been washed away and all he could see were her big, deep blue eyes... and they moved. A quick turn to the right, and back on his in a flash.

"... Ears".

"Neck".

She was taken by surprise by his fast response. She leaned closer while thinking of the next lickable item on her list.

"Six: shoulders".

"Collarbones"

This time it was Catherine who felt her control over the situation drift away from her. He was deep in the game and she was highly aroused by it. Specially when she saw, and felt, his eyes travel from her face, down her neck to her collarbones and, he, absentmindedly, licked his lips.

"Five: Yaw"

His breathing was getting heavier with each passing item. Her voice and body language putting some incredibly erotic images in his head.

"Lips" - and once again she saw his gaze drift and stop at her mouth. She slowly licked her lower lip and inhaled deeply, not minding to close her parted lips afterwards.

"Four: Lips" - She said, this time in a soft whisper.

"Tongue" was his quick reply. He didn't even hesitate.

Catherine swallowed the excess of saliva her mouth was producing.

"Three: Tongue" - And her voice came out cracked, excitement and arousal making her throat tighten.

"Breasts."

And that was all they both could take. They closed the distance between them in unison, hungry lips colliding fiercly, tongues dancing and mating from mouth to mouth, in a restless exploration of all that had been forbidden for too many years.

After a few moments, the desk was really getting in the way. Their bodies needed a proximity they couldn't have half standing - half sitting one in front of the other. So in a moment of technical stop for air, they both stood up and resumed their passionate discoveries, this time having the exquisite help of two pairs of hands to roam over soft fabrics and heated flesh. By the time his hand sneaked under her shirt, Catherine's pager went off, causing him to jump at the feel and her to shiver.

Through heavy eyelids and eyes clouded with desire, she looked down and read who was this annoying mosquito that needed her so badly when she was lsot in her own desperate need.

"Greg" - She finally said in a voice she didn't even recognice.

"Maybe we should go".

"Yeah".

But both stared at each other, not moving an inch.

"I think you should go".

"I heard you the first time".

Grissom smiled.

"Then go"

Catherine smiled back.

"I can't. You're grabbing me."

He followed her gaze down, till he realized that soft, tender touch in his palm was not a peach, but one of Catherine's breasts.

"Sorry."

"Me too" - complained her when he took his hand off, finally allowing her to move towards the door. She stopped a few steps away from it and turned around, finding herself in his arms again.

"What?" - Whispered Grissom in her neck.

"We didn't make it to the end of the list".

He pulled her away and grinned.

"Second favourite place to lick..." - and he bent to whisper in her ear - "I'll show you after shift".

Catherine felt her knees weaken and her heart flutter. "What about top favourite?" was her moaned reply.

He took her hand and pulled at her arm, effectively elevating it to his face level. Both smiled as his tongue darted out of his mouth and tasted her.

"Elbows" - and both giggled.

:: Fin ::