CSI/NCIS Fic: Starting Over 41/?
TITLE: Starting Over 41/?
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: Eh. I'm not pleased. Maybe I'm not pleased when there's no angst or drama?
It wasn't exactly a fetish ball, Catherine mused silently as she looked around the hotel bar, but it was a comfortable mix of the socially acceptable and darker desires. Her mother and Lady Heather had done an excellent job of transforming the establishment of the Four Seasons into a pre-wedding party for herself and Gil.
After a year of 'dating,' and six months of officially living together, they were finally getting married. In two days, Catherine Braun would become Catherine Grissom and they would be husband and wife. Lindsey had enough time to get used to the idea and she had decided their wedding was something to be celebrated. Lily was thrilled that Catherine had decided to recommit to someone. Gibbs and the rest of the NCIS team were happy for her, too, although she suspected that Tony and Ziva had bets on how long their marriage would last. Lady Heather, surprisingly, was also pleased. She had been the first person, after Lindsey and Lily, that Catherine had told; she had congratulated Catherine and wished her well. When Gil and Catherine set a date, Catherine asked Lady Heather to become her maid of honour. She had flown to D.C. regularly to assist in planning the ceremony and other festivities. She was the reason events were flowing smoothly, according to schedule.
Many people from Las Vegas had come to Washington for the week. Nick had come a week early, taking enough vacation so he could spend some time with Ziva. Greg came a few days early, too, because apparently he and Abby had a relationship of some sort, too. Catherine watched the two couples from time to time, and she was pleased to see that they were getting along well.
Catherine saw Warrick and Lisa dancing, and Sofia and Jim sharing a drink at a small table. Al and his wife were talking with two other partygoers---Ducky and Director Shepard. Tony and his girlfriend were somewhere, too, as were Timothy and his date. Catherine didn't know if Gibbs was going to show up, but she knew she'd know before she saw him. He had that effect on her in a crowded room, even if they were only friends and coworkers.
Gibbs, though, wasn't avoiding the party because he didn't support their marriage. He was glad they were marrying. Sara, on the other hand, was not. She had been sent an invitation, but she hadn't replied to tell Catherine and Gil if she was planning on attending.
Gil touched her elbow. She turned and smiled at him. When he offered her a glass of sparkling shiraz, she grinned and leaned in to kiss him before sipping the effervescent wine.
"How'd you know?" she asked.
"I just did," he said quietly, his newly returned beard twitching a little as he smiled.
She kissed him again and shivered as his beard tickled her skin. She had asked him to grow it back---or, she had told him that she often wondered what it would be like to kiss him with his beard, and he had started growing it the next day---and she loved the way it felt when he used it to his advantage.
"This is a lovely party," she murmured, slipping her arm around his waist to inch closer. "Lady Heather did well planning it." She brushed her mouth over his ear and then whispered, "And you look very nice in those leather pants."
Gil blushed. One of the rules of the party was that everyone in attendance had to wear one item of clothing that was made out of leather. Gil had opted for black leather pants, to go with a grey collared shirt. Catherine, on the other hand, had selected a strapless, knee-length leather dress, with a burgundy wrap to keep her shoulders (and scars) covered. She was also wearing the collar Heather had given her, a piece of jewelry that had been changed slightly since she and Gil started dating. He had several of the gems replaced with his birthstone, so while the collar represented Catherine's relationship with Heather, it also represented her relationship with Gil. It was a powerfully symbolic piece of jewelry and she knew Gil often stared at her throat when she wore it.
"Thank you, my dear," he whispered in reply.
Catherine chuckled softly. She kissed him and then sipped her wine, before sharing another kiss with him. Remnants of sparkling wine danced on their tongues as the kiss deepened.
"God," she purred, "how long do we have to stay?"
"Lady Heather has something planned for us, for later," Gil admitted. "So... we'll probably have to stay until near the end."
Her interest was piqued. The last time Heather had planned something for them, Gil sat in a corner and watched as Heather put Catherine through her paces. By the time their scene was over, Gil had been more aroused than Catherine had ever seen him. The three of them had stayed in the dominion, in Heather's bed, all day. They only had two days before the wedding and those days were filled with last minute dress fittings and seating arrangement changes, and so on. She didn't think they could afford to spend a day or two tucked away in a suite in the hotel.
"I saw that," he whispered, most likely referring to the curiosity and lust on her face and in her eyes.
Catherine laughed and leaned against him. "Sorry," she murmured.
Even the thought of watching Heather with Gil aroused her. She wondered if something was wrong with just her, or with all of them.
She shivered and forced herself to sip her wine.
"Would you like to dance?"
She looked into his eyes. "You want to dance with me?"
He smiled. "Is it that hard to believe?"
As she shook her head, Catherine blushed a little. "No... I just..." she trailed off and drained her glass of wine. After she set it down on a server's tray, she smiled at the young man, wearing leather pants and a tuxedo shirt, before turning to her fiancé. "Alright, Dr. Grissom, let's dance."
"Alright, Mrs. Grissom," he teased.
She laughed and followed him out onto the dance floor.
He held her close as they swayed to the slow music with its heavy beat and interesting instrumental effects. She smiled at him before she rested her head on his shoulder, letting the warmth of his presence overwhelm her.
"This week has been going well," she murmured quietly.
"Yes," he agreed. "Almost too well."
"Don't jinx us," Catherine whispered. "I even got the Director to give me a week off so you could take Lindsey and I away, after the wedding. Everything's going well. Do not jinx us."
He chuckled into her wavy hair and rubbed her back. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I accept," she murmured, lifting her head to smile at him. She grinned for a moment before stealing a quick kiss.
They danced for a few more minutes, before deciding to split up and speak with some of their guests. Family, friends, and coworkers from two realms, together to celebrate one event. Catherine found it a little odd to see Ducky with Al; she still couldn't get past Nick and Ziva, and Abby and Greg, even though she knew they were happy together.
A couple of hours later, Catherine and Gil were reunited. A few minutes after they started drinking more wine, Heather sauntered over to the happy couple, a grin on her face.
"You've outdone yourself, Lady Heather," Catherine murmured as she kissed both of the brunette's cheeks. "This party is wonderful. Thank you."
"It's the least I could do for you both," she replied, smiling as she leaned in and kissed both of Gil's cheeks. Catherine shifted her weight and felt her face flush---in arousal, not jealousy. "You should both enjoy the private party I've planned for later."
Catherine fought the urge to grin. Gil chuckled when he saw her face. He shook his head slightly and turned to Heather. "It's all she's going to be thinking about now," he commented.
"I've trained her well," Heather teased, smirking.
"Oh, shuddup," Catherine muttered before dissolving into a little laugh. She brought her free hand up to her face. "What's wrong with us?"
"Nothing," Gil replied. "You respect my curiosities... I respect yours. It's more honest than any relationship I've probably ever had."
Catherine lowered her hand and looked into his eyes. Her heart's steady pace skipped a couple of beats. She smiled. "That's probably the best way I've ever thought about it," she admitted.
Gil kissed her hand and placed it over his chest. "It's the way you should think about it," he told her. "Positively," he added.
"I'm... very lucky," she murmured. She looked at Heather and smiled more. "Very lucky."
"Would you like your surprise now?" Heather asked.
"Would it be rude for the three of us to leave the party?" Catherine asked.
"The wine is still flowing, the music is alluring, and everyone expects you both to sneak out anyway," Heather replied. "The party will run itself, mostly, and the hotel staff is very competent."
Catherine grinned. "So... I can have my surprise now?"
Gil chuckled. "If m'lady wishes."
"She does," the strawberry blonde chirped.
Heather passed Catherine a hotel keycard. "Go to my suite. Catherine, you will undress to your underwear and bra and you will braid your hair back. Gil," she said, her eyes darting to the man's eyes, "you will take your shirt and shoes and socks off. You will sit in the armchair. Catherine will kneel at your feet. No touching."
"Yes, Lady Heather," Gil said, his eyes darkening.
Catherine licked her lips and nodded. "Yes, Lady Heather," she breathed.
The brunette smirked and nodded, dismissing the couple. Neither of them said anything to each other until they were alone in an elevator. Gil turned and looked at Catherine, a slow smile spreading his lips. Catherine laughed nervously.
"So... honest, huh?"
He smirked and kissed her as they traveled higher in the small space. "Very honest," he said quietly when their lips parted. "You know I love you, right?"
"You tell me every day," she whispered.
"But, do you know?"
She nodded. "Yeah," she murmured. "I know you love me." She kissed him once more before the doors opened. She took his hand and walked with him towards Lady Heather's suite. She hesitated before opening the door. "You know I love you, right?" she echoed.
Gil cupped her face in both of his hands. "I do," he whispered. He smiled. "Catherine, I've never been more comfortable with another person... and it's not just because we like to experiment in bed," he said in a tenderly earnest voice. "Moving here was probably the best thing I've ever done," he admitted in that same voice. He kissed her once and then added, "If you don't want to do this, Heather will understand."
Catherine smiled. "You're just as curious as I am," she pointed out.
He blushed. She grinned and wrapped one arm around him as she kissed him; her other hand was busy sliding the card into the lock.
When they weren't visiting Heather or hosting her visits---which didn't happen often, given their schedules---Catherine and Gil tested their curiosities on their own. She had never felt comfortable doing some of the things they tried when she was with Eddie or Chris; with Gil, she knew she was safe. She also knew that he felt the same way. For a while, she wondered if they had explored the sexual side of their relationship in the ways they did to avoid forging more emotional connections; but, when she talked to Gil about her concerns, he made her realise that it was because they had such a strong emotional connection that they felt secure enough to explore those darker sides of their minds.
During that conversation, Catherine had asked him if he minded her being with Lady Heather. He had shrugged and told her that not only didn't he mind, but he enjoyed watching them. In turn, he asked her if she was bothered when he joined the two of them.
"I'm sharing something important with you," she had told him, "I want to share everything with you, Gil. Why would this be any different?"
He had kissed her and their conversation had ended.
Once they were in the room, they started following Lady Heather's orders. Catherine enjoyed being both dominant and submissive with Gil; with Lady Heather, though, Catherine only wanted to submit to the other woman. She undressed quickly although she did take time to fold her dress and shoulder wrap. Gil switched, depending on Lady Heather's demands. Usually, she preferred him to be submissive to her and dominant to Catherine. Neither Gil nor Catherine minded the arrangement.
She turned and watched Gil remove his shoes and socks before he unbuttoned his grey shirt. She smiled and felt her tongue trace over her lower lip as he exposed his upper body. He wasn't as in shape as Gibbs or Tony, but there was some sort of power underneath his skin. He moved gracefully when he wasn't stressed or pressed for time; she appreciated watching him move in a state of undress.
When he was seated, Catherine dropped to her knees in front of him. She smiled and clasped her hands behind her back as she looked up into his eyes.
"This is going to be torture," Gil muttered.
Catherine stifled a little laugh. She wondered if that was part of Heather's plan, to have them sitting in front of each other, partially undressed, teasing each other only with lusty looks and sultry smiles. Knowing the brunette the way she did, Catherine guessed Heather had planned every last detail---including this form of torture.
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: Eh. I'm not pleased. Maybe I'm not pleased when there's no angst or drama?
It wasn't exactly a fetish ball, Catherine mused silently as she looked around the hotel bar, but it was a comfortable mix of the socially acceptable and darker desires. Her mother and Lady Heather had done an excellent job of transforming the establishment of the Four Seasons into a pre-wedding party for herself and Gil.
After a year of 'dating,' and six months of officially living together, they were finally getting married. In two days, Catherine Braun would become Catherine Grissom and they would be husband and wife. Lindsey had enough time to get used to the idea and she had decided their wedding was something to be celebrated. Lily was thrilled that Catherine had decided to recommit to someone. Gibbs and the rest of the NCIS team were happy for her, too, although she suspected that Tony and Ziva had bets on how long their marriage would last. Lady Heather, surprisingly, was also pleased. She had been the first person, after Lindsey and Lily, that Catherine had told; she had congratulated Catherine and wished her well. When Gil and Catherine set a date, Catherine asked Lady Heather to become her maid of honour. She had flown to D.C. regularly to assist in planning the ceremony and other festivities. She was the reason events were flowing smoothly, according to schedule.
Many people from Las Vegas had come to Washington for the week. Nick had come a week early, taking enough vacation so he could spend some time with Ziva. Greg came a few days early, too, because apparently he and Abby had a relationship of some sort, too. Catherine watched the two couples from time to time, and she was pleased to see that they were getting along well.
Catherine saw Warrick and Lisa dancing, and Sofia and Jim sharing a drink at a small table. Al and his wife were talking with two other partygoers---Ducky and Director Shepard. Tony and his girlfriend were somewhere, too, as were Timothy and his date. Catherine didn't know if Gibbs was going to show up, but she knew she'd know before she saw him. He had that effect on her in a crowded room, even if they were only friends and coworkers.
Gibbs, though, wasn't avoiding the party because he didn't support their marriage. He was glad they were marrying. Sara, on the other hand, was not. She had been sent an invitation, but she hadn't replied to tell Catherine and Gil if she was planning on attending.
Gil touched her elbow. She turned and smiled at him. When he offered her a glass of sparkling shiraz, she grinned and leaned in to kiss him before sipping the effervescent wine.
"How'd you know?" she asked.
"I just did," he said quietly, his newly returned beard twitching a little as he smiled.
She kissed him again and shivered as his beard tickled her skin. She had asked him to grow it back---or, she had told him that she often wondered what it would be like to kiss him with his beard, and he had started growing it the next day---and she loved the way it felt when he used it to his advantage.
"This is a lovely party," she murmured, slipping her arm around his waist to inch closer. "Lady Heather did well planning it." She brushed her mouth over his ear and then whispered, "And you look very nice in those leather pants."
Gil blushed. One of the rules of the party was that everyone in attendance had to wear one item of clothing that was made out of leather. Gil had opted for black leather pants, to go with a grey collared shirt. Catherine, on the other hand, had selected a strapless, knee-length leather dress, with a burgundy wrap to keep her shoulders (and scars) covered. She was also wearing the collar Heather had given her, a piece of jewelry that had been changed slightly since she and Gil started dating. He had several of the gems replaced with his birthstone, so while the collar represented Catherine's relationship with Heather, it also represented her relationship with Gil. It was a powerfully symbolic piece of jewelry and she knew Gil often stared at her throat when she wore it.
"Thank you, my dear," he whispered in reply.
Catherine chuckled softly. She kissed him and then sipped her wine, before sharing another kiss with him. Remnants of sparkling wine danced on their tongues as the kiss deepened.
"God," she purred, "how long do we have to stay?"
"Lady Heather has something planned for us, for later," Gil admitted. "So... we'll probably have to stay until near the end."
Her interest was piqued. The last time Heather had planned something for them, Gil sat in a corner and watched as Heather put Catherine through her paces. By the time their scene was over, Gil had been more aroused than Catherine had ever seen him. The three of them had stayed in the dominion, in Heather's bed, all day. They only had two days before the wedding and those days were filled with last minute dress fittings and seating arrangement changes, and so on. She didn't think they could afford to spend a day or two tucked away in a suite in the hotel.
"I saw that," he whispered, most likely referring to the curiosity and lust on her face and in her eyes.
Catherine laughed and leaned against him. "Sorry," she murmured.
Even the thought of watching Heather with Gil aroused her. She wondered if something was wrong with just her, or with all of them.
She shivered and forced herself to sip her wine.
"Would you like to dance?"
She looked into his eyes. "You want to dance with me?"
He smiled. "Is it that hard to believe?"
As she shook her head, Catherine blushed a little. "No... I just..." she trailed off and drained her glass of wine. After she set it down on a server's tray, she smiled at the young man, wearing leather pants and a tuxedo shirt, before turning to her fiancé. "Alright, Dr. Grissom, let's dance."
"Alright, Mrs. Grissom," he teased.
She laughed and followed him out onto the dance floor.
He held her close as they swayed to the slow music with its heavy beat and interesting instrumental effects. She smiled at him before she rested her head on his shoulder, letting the warmth of his presence overwhelm her.
"This week has been going well," she murmured quietly.
"Yes," he agreed. "Almost too well."
"Don't jinx us," Catherine whispered. "I even got the Director to give me a week off so you could take Lindsey and I away, after the wedding. Everything's going well. Do not jinx us."
He chuckled into her wavy hair and rubbed her back. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I accept," she murmured, lifting her head to smile at him. She grinned for a moment before stealing a quick kiss.
They danced for a few more minutes, before deciding to split up and speak with some of their guests. Family, friends, and coworkers from two realms, together to celebrate one event. Catherine found it a little odd to see Ducky with Al; she still couldn't get past Nick and Ziva, and Abby and Greg, even though she knew they were happy together.
A couple of hours later, Catherine and Gil were reunited. A few minutes after they started drinking more wine, Heather sauntered over to the happy couple, a grin on her face.
"You've outdone yourself, Lady Heather," Catherine murmured as she kissed both of the brunette's cheeks. "This party is wonderful. Thank you."
"It's the least I could do for you both," she replied, smiling as she leaned in and kissed both of Gil's cheeks. Catherine shifted her weight and felt her face flush---in arousal, not jealousy. "You should both enjoy the private party I've planned for later."
Catherine fought the urge to grin. Gil chuckled when he saw her face. He shook his head slightly and turned to Heather. "It's all she's going to be thinking about now," he commented.
"I've trained her well," Heather teased, smirking.
"Oh, shuddup," Catherine muttered before dissolving into a little laugh. She brought her free hand up to her face. "What's wrong with us?"
"Nothing," Gil replied. "You respect my curiosities... I respect yours. It's more honest than any relationship I've probably ever had."
Catherine lowered her hand and looked into his eyes. Her heart's steady pace skipped a couple of beats. She smiled. "That's probably the best way I've ever thought about it," she admitted.
Gil kissed her hand and placed it over his chest. "It's the way you should think about it," he told her. "Positively," he added.
"I'm... very lucky," she murmured. She looked at Heather and smiled more. "Very lucky."
"Would you like your surprise now?" Heather asked.
"Would it be rude for the three of us to leave the party?" Catherine asked.
"The wine is still flowing, the music is alluring, and everyone expects you both to sneak out anyway," Heather replied. "The party will run itself, mostly, and the hotel staff is very competent."
Catherine grinned. "So... I can have my surprise now?"
Gil chuckled. "If m'lady wishes."
"She does," the strawberry blonde chirped.
Heather passed Catherine a hotel keycard. "Go to my suite. Catherine, you will undress to your underwear and bra and you will braid your hair back. Gil," she said, her eyes darting to the man's eyes, "you will take your shirt and shoes and socks off. You will sit in the armchair. Catherine will kneel at your feet. No touching."
"Yes, Lady Heather," Gil said, his eyes darkening.
Catherine licked her lips and nodded. "Yes, Lady Heather," she breathed.
The brunette smirked and nodded, dismissing the couple. Neither of them said anything to each other until they were alone in an elevator. Gil turned and looked at Catherine, a slow smile spreading his lips. Catherine laughed nervously.
"So... honest, huh?"
He smirked and kissed her as they traveled higher in the small space. "Very honest," he said quietly when their lips parted. "You know I love you, right?"
"You tell me every day," she whispered.
"But, do you know?"
She nodded. "Yeah," she murmured. "I know you love me." She kissed him once more before the doors opened. She took his hand and walked with him towards Lady Heather's suite. She hesitated before opening the door. "You know I love you, right?" she echoed.
Gil cupped her face in both of his hands. "I do," he whispered. He smiled. "Catherine, I've never been more comfortable with another person... and it's not just because we like to experiment in bed," he said in a tenderly earnest voice. "Moving here was probably the best thing I've ever done," he admitted in that same voice. He kissed her once and then added, "If you don't want to do this, Heather will understand."
Catherine smiled. "You're just as curious as I am," she pointed out.
He blushed. She grinned and wrapped one arm around him as she kissed him; her other hand was busy sliding the card into the lock.
When they weren't visiting Heather or hosting her visits---which didn't happen often, given their schedules---Catherine and Gil tested their curiosities on their own. She had never felt comfortable doing some of the things they tried when she was with Eddie or Chris; with Gil, she knew she was safe. She also knew that he felt the same way. For a while, she wondered if they had explored the sexual side of their relationship in the ways they did to avoid forging more emotional connections; but, when she talked to Gil about her concerns, he made her realise that it was because they had such a strong emotional connection that they felt secure enough to explore those darker sides of their minds.
During that conversation, Catherine had asked him if he minded her being with Lady Heather. He had shrugged and told her that not only didn't he mind, but he enjoyed watching them. In turn, he asked her if she was bothered when he joined the two of them.
"I'm sharing something important with you," she had told him, "I want to share everything with you, Gil. Why would this be any different?"
He had kissed her and their conversation had ended.
Once they were in the room, they started following Lady Heather's orders. Catherine enjoyed being both dominant and submissive with Gil; with Lady Heather, though, Catherine only wanted to submit to the other woman. She undressed quickly although she did take time to fold her dress and shoulder wrap. Gil switched, depending on Lady Heather's demands. Usually, she preferred him to be submissive to her and dominant to Catherine. Neither Gil nor Catherine minded the arrangement.
She turned and watched Gil remove his shoes and socks before he unbuttoned his grey shirt. She smiled and felt her tongue trace over her lower lip as he exposed his upper body. He wasn't as in shape as Gibbs or Tony, but there was some sort of power underneath his skin. He moved gracefully when he wasn't stressed or pressed for time; she appreciated watching him move in a state of undress.
When he was seated, Catherine dropped to her knees in front of him. She smiled and clasped her hands behind her back as she looked up into his eyes.
"This is going to be torture," Gil muttered.
Catherine stifled a little laugh. She wondered if that was part of Heather's plan, to have them sitting in front of each other, partially undressed, teasing each other only with lusty looks and sultry smiles. Knowing the brunette the way she did, Catherine guessed Heather had planned every last detail---including this form of torture.