Gil fished around in his pocket, searching for something, while Catherine leaned over the "Magic Fingers" vibrating bed, collecting all the quarters they'd gathered from it as evidence. Donning latex gloves, she scooped up handfuls of the quarters and placed them in a brown paper bag, the quarters laid out on a sheet of paper against the bare mattress. Gil leaned over the bed, placing a quarter of his own in the slot, and turning the dial to set it for fifteen minutes.

When the bed began to vibrate, Catherine glanced up at him through her lashes, arching an eyebrow. She then watched as her supervisor stretched out on the right-hand side of the bed, his head propped up against the headboard. He held his hands up in a shrug, explaining, "I need fifteen minutes to think."

This statement caused her brow to arch even higher on her forehead, and she scooped the last handful of coins into the bag, taking it and the sheet of paper off the bed. "Enjoy..." she murmured, and headed for the door.

His voice stopped her in her tracks, the playful sound catching her off-guard. "Wanna join me?"

She set the bag and sheet of paper down, slowly spinning to face him, her curls caressing her cheeks as she did so. "Excuse me?"

"Wanna think with me for a bit?" he asked, grinning that boyish grin she adored so much. He didn't know what possessed him to request such a thing from her. Was it the feel of the bed vibrating beneath him, slowly arousing him? Or was it the sight of her, clad in form-fitting khaki flares and a white halter top, that was provoking his arousal? Either way, he wanted her beside him.

She smirked, then pulled off her latex gloves, heading to the other side of the bed. "As long as you promise not to try anything funny," she muttered, winking at him as she grinned.

In another uncharacteristic move, he replied in a low, flirty voice as she stretched out beside him, "I promise nothing."

She smirked, turning on her side in the vibrating bed, her body beginning to hum... and not just from the movement of the bed. She propped her head up with her hand, resting the other against her side as she faced Grissom, smiling flirtatiously at him. "So what did you need to think about that required a vibrating bed?"

"The case," he replied. "And maybe what was said before..."

"About what?"

"About how a vibrating bed can enhance the sexual experience."

"Ah..."

"I still think a source needs to be cited on that."

She chuckled. "Well, let's just say that Eddie was... into experimentation," she explained.

"Oh," he replied, fighting not to frown at the mention of Eddie. He too turned on his side, mirroring her position exactly as he asked her, "And? Is it true?"

She smiled. "Uh... well, I think it was true for Eddie."

"Not for you?"

She shook her head. "You know Eddie... his first thought was always pleasing himself. By the time he was finished, the bed had stopped vibrating, and he was sound asleep."

Gil smiled just slightly, his royal blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "So technically you've never had the full experience then, have you?"

She shook her head, pursing her full lips. "Nope, guess not," she sighed.

She watched intently as his hand slid into his pocket, another quarter grasped between his thumb and forefinger when he pulled it back out. He met her eyes only briefly before he glanced up at the mechanism over the bed, and dropped the quarter into the slot, setting the dial for an extra fifteen minutes. Her heart began to race as what he was doing clicked in her brain, and yet she couldn't help but ask. She needed a confirmation... "What are you doing?"

He grinned devilishly, scooting closer to her, his hand gliding across her slim stomach and up to her hip before he pushed on it lightly, encouraging her to lay on her back. "Well..." he sighed, scooting even closer when she obliged. He leaned over her, pulling her in tight to his body. "I believe you and I have a theory that needs to be tested."

With that, his lips descended onto hers, kissing passionately and nibbling playfully. She moaned beneath the attention and arched her body into him, desperate for more contact. She gasped loudly as his beard scraped against her cheek, his lips moving toward her neck, and it was then that everything spiraled out of control.

In a flurry of movement, they tore their clothes off themselves and each other before sinking into an embrace, Gil's strong arms tightening around her body as he kissed her fervently... all over. His lips caressed every inch of her bare skin, the feel of his facial hair scraping roughly against her skin and the vibrating bed enhancing every sensation and magnifying it times ten.

His lips and tongue danced down her body, and she cried out, arching her stomach to meet his lips as she realized where it was leading. He didn't disappoint as his head took up residence between her legs, his tongue darting out to pleasure her. She gasped and raised her hips off the bed, writhing against his mouth. The feel of his mustache and beard against her in such an intimate way heightened her arousal. It was a sensation that was completely foreign to her. She called his name repeatedly as he brought her closer and closer to the edge, not caring if the entire state of Nevada could hear her passionate cries.

He moaned against her and that was all it took as she shuddered, a white-hot explosion roaring through her body like an express train. She moaned his name as he continued his ministrations, slowly bringing her down off her high, and when her hips sunk back to the bed he removed his mouth from her, grinning a Cheshire-cat grin. "So?" he asked breathlessly. "Did the theory pan out?"

"Mmm," she moaned, slowly sitting up, reaching for him. She pulled his head close to hers, licking from his chin to just below his lips before capturing his bottom lip between her teeth. "I think you'll just have to find out for yourself," she muttered, then kissed him passionately as she rolled him onto his back.

Wasting no time, she glided her fingertips down his bare chest, skipping them along his skin playfully before she reached his navel. She ran her fingertip in a circle around his belly button, before caressing the trail of hair that continued downward from it. She heard his breathing quicken as her hand moved a little lower, and she torturously paused her hand, deepening the kiss... smirking against his lips when he groaned in frustration.

She giggled slightly against his lips before parting them with her tongue, tasting every corner of his mouth as she wrapped her fingers one-by-one around his arousal. He jumped at her touch, then moaned as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and purposeful. When her lips soundly left his, he whispered her name, his voice hoarse with lust and passion. Her heart raced at the sound.

She let her lips follow the trail her fingertips had made, planting quick deliberate kisses down his body while she continued to stroke him. He groaned, knowing where she was headed... and his suspicions were confirmed as she removed her hand to let her lips and tongue take over, taking every inch of his length inside. He cried out, willing himself not to thrust his hips upward, and he clenched his fists together, biting down on his lip. "Oh God, Cath..." he whispered, and reached down to wind his fingers in her curls while she continued to slowly pleasure him.

Sensing his need, she sped up her movements, being rewarded with the sound of his staggered breathing. When he was about to explode, he gripped her head and pulled her mouth away from him. "Cath, no..." he whispered.

When she stared into his eyes, concerned, he smiled reassuringly, touching her face gently. "I wanna come inside you," he murmured, and wrapped an arm around her waist before he flipped her onto her back.

The force with which he turned her over ignited her arousal all over again, and she gasped when he slid effortlessly into her. Exhaling in a groan, she arched her body into him, pressing her chest against his, and he groaned in response, latching on to the sensitive skin on her neck. She muttered incoherently and wound her hands through his salt-and-pepper curls as he moved within her... his pace slow, but by no means torturous.

After a few seemingly endless minutes, though, she couldn't take it anymore. "Gil..." she murmured. "Faster."

He immediately obliged, holding her tight to him as his tempo changed to furious. Catherine growled her approval, lust fueling her actions as she met him thrust for thrust with a grinding of her hips, and when he began sucking the skin on her neck to a bright pink color, she crashed over the edge. Stars entered her line of vision as she climaxed, her entire body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through every inch of her. The sounds and feel of her orgasm pushed Gil over the edge, and he grunted her name, pace faltering as he exploded inside her.

When his movements slowed to nothing, they collapsed against the bare mattress, bodies coated in sweat and limbs intertwined. Feeling the bed stop its vibrating, Gil slowly pulled out of her, wrapping his arms around her as he planted kisses along her neck. "Well..." he sighed breathlessly, answering his own earlier question, "I'd have to say that theory is pretty accurate."

She giggled in response, then leaned over him, brushing her body against his teasingly while she reached for his discarded pants. "What are you doing?" he asked, eyes roaming her body as he enjoyed the view...

She grinned wickedly, pulling two more quarters out of his pocket. "I think we should test the theory again," she replied... "Just to be sure."

THE END