"Clothes, too many." Catherine insisted between beats, tugging at the shirt of the man who currently had her pinned against the front door devouring her mouth with his own.

A few buttons got lost along the way but eventually the shirt was gone, and Catherine was only to glad to run her fingers over flesh.

"God Cath..." Gil groaned, his mouth fusing passionately to her's again.

They probably should move to the bedroom, or at least as far as the couch, but they couldn't seem to stop touching long enough to do anything other than remove the clothes from their partner as quickly as possible.

*ring, ring*

"Fuck!" Gil cursed uncharacteristically, at the sound of the phone.

"Ignore it." Catherine insisted nibbling one ear.

"I can't it might be import..."

Lips silenced his words.

"Not as important as carrying me of to bed and doing unspeakably despicable acts to my very willing body." Catherine told him, smiling wickedly as one hand moved to stroke the nice bulge under his only remaining piece of clothing.

Gil groaned, and gave in, whoever was calling could call back later. Gil had a woman who wanted unspeakably despicable acts and he wasn't one to let a lady down.

~~~~~

The bed, when they finally made it, after more than a few stalls for kissing groping, and the removal of those final pesky layers of clothing, was big, and gorgeously comfortable as Gil let Catherine fall back onto the pillows, leaning over her, lips melded.

"God Cath do you have any idea what you do to me?" Gil asked. It was rhetorical, but Catherine answered anyway.

"I think I have some idea." She said, a minxy grin on her face as she let one perfectly manicured fingernail trail delicately over the head of his erection.

Gil growled, and Catherine actually paused in shock at the noise that came from his throat, for all of three seconds, because it was very hard to keep still when there were lips, and teeth, kissing and gently nibbling her breasts, laving her nipples into hardened nubs.

Catherine arched into his touch. And oh it felt so good. It had been far to long she decided since she'd felt like this. If she ever had, Gil treated her with such love, such respect and tenderness.

Gil was almost content to never move from his spot at her breasts, perfectly shaped, and fitting nicely into the palm of his hand.

Her skin was creamy white, and soft, making his mouth water, hungry for the taste of more of the stunning creature spread out before him.

"So beautiful." Gil murmured, letting his lips trail down, licking and nipping at her flat stomach, swirling his tongue into her navel.

Catherine sighed, her fingers clawing in his hair, trying to direct him lower, but he refused to be hurried.

Oh how he wanted to hurry, to touch, taste, all over, to eat her alive and slid into her driving them both to the edge of insanity until neither could remember their own names, but he wouldn't, he wanted to remember every second, ever texture, ever taste, every sound, ever inch of her glorious body under his.

"Please." Catherine mewled softly her hips swivelling in an effort to direct him towards where she really wanted him.

His fingers skimmed over her hips, teasing open her legs, Catherine sighed in eager expectance, and moaned in frustration when instead he moved down, kissing the inside of her thigh, and moving down, bending her leg, tickling the back of her knee with his tongue, one hand holding the leg still as the other continued to softly petting her stomach.

Moving with a ease and a confidence, most people wouldn't have expected Gil Grissom to have in the bedroom.

He seemed to know instinctively where to touch her to give the most effect. Lapping and nibbling his way up and down both legs, leaving little red marks where he nibbled on her ankle bone.

Finally Gil was where she most wanted him, his breath tickling her, but he held out, blowing teasing puffs of air until she quivered under him.

"Gil... oh..." Catherine moaned, sucking in a breath when Gil's tongue finally flicked out and touched her.

Gil smiled against her, letting himself taste her, lapping gentle as she trembled under him, the only sound her sweet moans filling his ears as he had his fill, savouring her flavour, letting his fingers slid into her warm heat, getting harder with every second as he imagined how it would feel when he finally slid inside her.

He held on as he legs clenched around him and she cried out, her hips shifting and trembling hard under him.

Gil trailed kisses back up her body, stopping at each point he'd found on the way down that he know knew would being her further pleasure.

Catherine grabbled with him kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. With a quick placement of her legs, she rolled until Gil lay under her, sitting over him, grinning naughtily, her face flushed, her hair mussed, her eyes dark with lust.

In short she'd never looked more beautiful.

Moving, Catherine leaned over Gil towards her bedside table, a quick ruffled through the draw to find a condom, rolling it down over Gil's erection, leaning down to gently kiss the tip as the rubber slid into place.

Moving up Catherine sat on her haunches, slipping down over Gil's hardness, both of them moaning at the sensations.

"Oh Cath." Gil murmured, his hands settling on her hips, holding on as she moved over him, slow, even movements.

Her soft heat felt magnificent around him, and he knew his control would fail him far to soon.

One hand released her hips and moved to gently tease the little bundle of nerves at her centre. He tried to keep up the teasing movements, but it became more and more difficult as she moved faster, twisting her hips, sliding up and down on him, driving them both closer to ever ceasing oblivion... as she contracted around him his name on her lips.

Gil felt her clasping him, heard her deep soulful moans, and couldn't help his own as he came himself pulling her down and kissing her, gripping her too him so tightly that it made it even more impossible to replace lost air, until he was forced to relinquish her or risk passing out from lack of oxygen.

Minutes that felt like hours passed, and Gil was only half aware of the slight movements they made to separate, and then come together again as Catherine snuggled close into his site, her head resting on his chest.

Sleep should have come easily, but Gil lay awake long after Catherine slept, relishing the feel of her in his arms.

When sunlight finally split through the blinds, and Catherine woke up, Gil had only had a few hours sleep, but he felt more refreshed than he had in a long time.

"Good morning Mr. Grissom." Catherine murmured against his chest, kissing his lightly furred chest.

"Good morning... Mrs. Grissom." Gil said feeling perfectly contented as his kissed his wife, and knew with certainty that last night was only the first of many wonderful nights that would follow, and that every morning he woke with Catherine in his arms, would be the best of his life.