Gil's last shift was manic because Sheriff Atwater wanted him to work with a training class on top of his other duties. She teased him that HE was the senior CSI, the boss, the Master and should schedule them off together. But he would always say that he needed and wanted her in charge when he wasn't there. He was tired and stressed, but as he slowly and silently closed their bedroom door, everything that wasn't her went away. Catherine was peacefully asleep on her left side, facing the empty right side of the bed where he usually lay on his back next to her. Her perfect body was revealed silhouetted under the white sheet. Her reddish-blonde hair was splayed across the white pillow. Her exquisite face was relaxed and her bubblegum lips were gently pursed. He hated to wake her, but it had been a week since they had had the opportunity to physically express their love for each other and he was beyond imagining her beneath him any longer. Lindsey was over with Nancy and Jeremy, so it was perfect. He stripped and slid into the bed, pressing flush against her. He nuzzled his boyishly handsome, bearded face into her neck and kissed her ear tenderly, like butterfly wings. She drew in a deep breath and smiled, unafraid because she knew who it was without hesitation. He didn't give her a chance to move or say anything or return his affection. He slowly rolled himself onto her, causing her to roll with him. She giggled as she opened her sparkling blue-green eyes.

"My goodness, Gil..." she said, her sultry voice thick with sleepy arousal. His warm, gentle hands sought the end of her tee shirt, gliding down her taught stomach. She arched up against him. Her long, elegant hands moved to caress him. It was then she noticed he was already bare. "Someone assumed they were going to get lucky this morning," she grinned, taking him into her hand. He smirked. She knew what he was after, so she sat up enough to allow him room. She closed her eyes as he pulled her top off over her head, her hair raining back around her shapely shoulders. He eased her back down and dropped the shirt wherever it landed. Next, the real obstacle had to be removed. He slid slowly down her body, his soft lips trailing along her center line as he did. His hands ran along her sides until they came to the perfect swells that were her hips. He slid his fingers into the tiny straps of her panties and continued on his way down her body, pausing only to let his heated breath inform her of things to come. Her hands moved to cup his face, and draw it to hers. Tossing the garment aside, he turned his attention to that certain part of her body he had not been able to get out of his mind all day: her lips. They kissed deeply and passionately. He slid his hand between her legs. She began to writhe as he worked her into a fever with his touch and then slid slowly, deeply inside her. He teased her by pulling halfway out after a few thrusts. She growled and cupped his perfect backside in her hands, drawing him back into her fully, arching firmly up against him. She began to massage him and guide his movements by keeping a firm grip on both cheeks. Their eyes were locked as they moved as one.

"Cath?" he breathed. She managed a nod to let him know she was still coherent enough to understand him. "What is your obsession with my ass?"

"I will always have a soft spot for your ass, Gil," she winked.

"Why?"

"Hospital gowns..." she beamed. He smiled lovingly, knowing just what she meant.