CSI/NCIS Fic: Starting Over 40/?
TITLE: Starting Over 40/?
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRINGS: Gil/Catherine, Gil/Sara, Catherine/Lady Heather, Catherine/Gibbs, Ziva/Nick, Abby/Greg
WARNINGS: GSR for a while, Lady Heather makes an appearance later (and all that that implies), etc.
DISCLAIMER: I own no one... *sigh*
DISTRIBUTION: Graveshift Archive, crimsonchampagne... Others, ask.
SPOILERS: Season 6 for CSI, Season 2-3 for NCIS
SUMMARY/NOTES: This chapter is kind of a PWP. lol. I don't think you'll complain.
When she woke up, it was still dark outside and Gil was still sleeping sounding. She smiled and propped herself up on one elbow as she watched him sleep. A few hours had changed everything in their relationship, for the better. Catherine didn't think she had ever been so happy---
---until he opened his eyes and smiled at her. Then, she felt her happiness increase a little more, swelling in her heart.
She leaned in and kissed his mouth, still puffy from their previous kisses; his lips were dry but they were sincere. He wrapped his arm around her body and pulled her closer so she was almost on top of him.
"Again?"
"Always," he whispered against her mouth.
Catherine chuckled and rocked her hips against his as she lifted her arm and brushed her fingers through his wavy grey hair. "You have a class to teach tomorrow," she reminded him when they stopped kissing, "and if you fall asleep on the podium, I'll be to blame."
"I'll drink coffee," he insisted.
After a quiet laugh, she leaned down and kissed him again. She rubbed her body against his, enjoying the way his sparse chest hair roughly tickled her breasts; she repeated her movements a few more times, distracting herself with prickling pleasure.
Gil must have noticed her distraction because he quickly flipped them over. She bit back a squeal and arched her body; she gasped when she found that he was already aroused enough to take their activities to the next level.
"You got to be on top last time," he reminded her.
She laughed again and nodded as she parted her legs. Her laughter faded away as she looked into his eyes; that intense gaze he bestowed upon her, she had learned within the past few hours, had the power to render her powerless. Her insides liquified and she could barely breathe when he looked at her like that.
Words weren't necessary when he had that much power in his eyes.
She lifted her arms, stretching them over her head until they reached the bars of her headboard. Gil's eyes darkened again; she wondered if it was possible for someone's eyes to glow black, because that was how they seemed in her dark bedroom.
Having control was important to her, but when she was comfortable enough with someone to relinquish her control, her arousal seemed to increase tenfold. Gil leaned down and gently brushed his lips over hers a few times, teasing her more, and then he initiated a deeper kiss.
Catherine arched and tightened her hands around the headboard bars as they kissed. She felt Gil rubbing his body against hers, his erection rubbing against her slick folds of skin, and she whimpered softly. He was teasing her and she was torn between growling and begging.
He was acting awfully smug for someone who thought he might not ever get that close to her, Catherine thought.
She didn't verbalise her thought, though.
Gil took her hands away from the headboard and pinned them down with one of his hands, wrapped around her wrist. She smiled into the kiss and lifted one of her knees higher, granting him access to her body. He pulled back enough to watch her; he moved slowly, sheathing himself inside of her inch by agonisingly delicious inch. Catherine opened her mouth but no sound escaped her throat. She couldn't close her eyes, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't do anything but stare into Gil's eyes and feel him sliding inside her body.
He kissed her before she could catch her breath. Her chest burned in desperation as much as her abdomen burned in pleasure; Gil seemed to know when she needed to breathe, though, and he released her so she could inhale sharply.
"More," she panted.
For a moment, Catherine thought Gil would torment her by moving slowly. However, Gil obliged her and increased the speed and force of his hips' movements. Catherine spread her legs as wide as she could as she moved with him. She loved the way he filled her completely, almost to the point of excess; she liked that twinge of pain mixed with so much pleasure. It had been one of the reasons she stayed with Eddie for so long, despite all the bad things in their relationship.
They rocked together until Catherine's body couldn't take the pleasurable sensations anymore. She felt her body stiffen as orgasm crawled towards her, sinking into every body part and making her muscles taught. She moaned below Gil's mouth and felt her hidden muscles tense around him.
Gil answered with a quiet moan of his own. She felt the fluid he left inside of her body as her body relaxed, sinking against the mattress, and she smiled as he lowered his body to hers.
"Think you'll sleep now?" he asked, a teasing tone in his exhausted voice.
Catherine laughed breathlessly and tucked her face into his neck and shoulder.
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRINGS: Gil/Catherine, Gil/Sara, Catherine/Lady Heather, Catherine/Gibbs, Ziva/Nick, Abby/Greg
WARNINGS: GSR for a while, Lady Heather makes an appearance later (and all that that implies), etc.
DISCLAIMER: I own no one... *sigh*
DISTRIBUTION: Graveshift Archive, crimsonchampagne... Others, ask.
SPOILERS: Season 6 for CSI, Season 2-3 for NCIS
SUMMARY/NOTES: This chapter is kind of a PWP. lol. I don't think you'll complain.
When she woke up, it was still dark outside and Gil was still sleeping sounding. She smiled and propped herself up on one elbow as she watched him sleep. A few hours had changed everything in their relationship, for the better. Catherine didn't think she had ever been so happy---
---until he opened his eyes and smiled at her. Then, she felt her happiness increase a little more, swelling in her heart.
She leaned in and kissed his mouth, still puffy from their previous kisses; his lips were dry but they were sincere. He wrapped his arm around her body and pulled her closer so she was almost on top of him.
"Again?"
"Always," he whispered against her mouth.
Catherine chuckled and rocked her hips against his as she lifted her arm and brushed her fingers through his wavy grey hair. "You have a class to teach tomorrow," she reminded him when they stopped kissing, "and if you fall asleep on the podium, I'll be to blame."
"I'll drink coffee," he insisted.
After a quiet laugh, she leaned down and kissed him again. She rubbed her body against his, enjoying the way his sparse chest hair roughly tickled her breasts; she repeated her movements a few more times, distracting herself with prickling pleasure.
Gil must have noticed her distraction because he quickly flipped them over. She bit back a squeal and arched her body; she gasped when she found that he was already aroused enough to take their activities to the next level.
"You got to be on top last time," he reminded her.
She laughed again and nodded as she parted her legs. Her laughter faded away as she looked into his eyes; that intense gaze he bestowed upon her, she had learned within the past few hours, had the power to render her powerless. Her insides liquified and she could barely breathe when he looked at her like that.
Words weren't necessary when he had that much power in his eyes.
She lifted her arms, stretching them over her head until they reached the bars of her headboard. Gil's eyes darkened again; she wondered if it was possible for someone's eyes to glow black, because that was how they seemed in her dark bedroom.
Having control was important to her, but when she was comfortable enough with someone to relinquish her control, her arousal seemed to increase tenfold. Gil leaned down and gently brushed his lips over hers a few times, teasing her more, and then he initiated a deeper kiss.
Catherine arched and tightened her hands around the headboard bars as they kissed. She felt Gil rubbing his body against hers, his erection rubbing against her slick folds of skin, and she whimpered softly. He was teasing her and she was torn between growling and begging.
He was acting awfully smug for someone who thought he might not ever get that close to her, Catherine thought.
She didn't verbalise her thought, though.
Gil took her hands away from the headboard and pinned them down with one of his hands, wrapped around her wrist. She smiled into the kiss and lifted one of her knees higher, granting him access to her body. He pulled back enough to watch her; he moved slowly, sheathing himself inside of her inch by agonisingly delicious inch. Catherine opened her mouth but no sound escaped her throat. She couldn't close her eyes, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't do anything but stare into Gil's eyes and feel him sliding inside her body.
He kissed her before she could catch her breath. Her chest burned in desperation as much as her abdomen burned in pleasure; Gil seemed to know when she needed to breathe, though, and he released her so she could inhale sharply.
"More," she panted.
For a moment, Catherine thought Gil would torment her by moving slowly. However, Gil obliged her and increased the speed and force of his hips' movements. Catherine spread her legs as wide as she could as she moved with him. She loved the way he filled her completely, almost to the point of excess; she liked that twinge of pain mixed with so much pleasure. It had been one of the reasons she stayed with Eddie for so long, despite all the bad things in their relationship.
They rocked together until Catherine's body couldn't take the pleasurable sensations anymore. She felt her body stiffen as orgasm crawled towards her, sinking into every body part and making her muscles taught. She moaned below Gil's mouth and felt her hidden muscles tense around him.
Gil answered with a quiet moan of his own. She felt the fluid he left inside of her body as her body relaxed, sinking against the mattress, and she smiled as he lowered his body to hers.
"Think you'll sleep now?" he asked, a teasing tone in his exhausted voice.
Catherine laughed breathlessly and tucked her face into his neck and shoulder.