Love The Way You Lie (Twelve)
Title: Love The Way You Lie (Twelve)
Author: Nat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,103
Pairing: Gil/Nick, Nick/Lady Heather (say what!?)
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes and occasional cameos by other cast members.
Warnings: Adults only, please.
Spoilers: Lady Heather's Box
Disclaimer: You know the "I don't own these two" drill, so I won't bore you.
Unbeta-ed: I'm too busy to spell check. I do my best.
Summary: Gil and Nick have an unusual relationship, which takes an unfortunate toll on Nick, who finds an unexpected shoulder to lean on.
A/N 1: This is a little on-off I wrote a while ago, and I thought in light of the fact that I didn't have anything else to post I would post it. Currently in the process of fleshing it out!
A/N 2: For the sake of this story...and the confusion of jumping around in time so often...Sara never left the lab. She stuck around. Lucky us.
A/N 3: It get's a little rough in here...
There was an air of unease that was floating through the lab, and I hadn’t been there long enough to put a finger or a name to it yet. But it was palpable. I passed Sara in the hallway and caught her by the arm.
“Hey…what’s going on?”
Sara looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
“You remember that dominatrix from that murder at the fetish club last year?”
I took a sip of my coffee. Too hot.
“Vaguely…” I lied. Of course I remembered her.
“Well, Brass brought her in for questioning. Apparently two of her…”employees”…were found dead.”
“Women?”
“Men.”
“Who’s handling it?”
Sara smirked and tucked her hair behind her ears.
“Who do you think is handling it.” Sara began to shuffle off past me, muttering something under her breath. Everyone knew she wanted Grissom, and everyone knew that Grissom had a soft spot for Lady Heather. No wonder there was tension in the air. My coffee was so hot it was stinging my hand, so I walked toward a trash can and dumped it - throwing the cup in behind it. I dug in my pocket for my wallet and pulled out a dollar…opting for the vending machine instead.
As I turned into the waiting area, I saw her. Sitting alone on the couch, save for the guard at the door, obviously waiting for someone. I tried my best to ignore her and just headed for the soda machine.
“You’re Nick Stokes.”
I turned to her over my shoulder as she studied me.
“I am. Is there something I can do for you?”
She shuffled in her seat slightly, and tilted her head.
“You’re taller than I imagined.”
I squinted at her as I tried to figure out exactly what she was getting at.
“Alrighty then.” I answered. A stupid answer, but I didn’t know what else to say to that. I grabbed my soda and turned to leave.
“You shouldn’t be afraid, you know.” She called after me.
I turned to her and smiled. Smugly. Defensively.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean of me.”
I couldn’t help it. She had intrigued me. I looked at the guard who was minding his own business, and moved slightly back towards her in the waiting room.
“Ok, then. What shouldn’t I be afraid of?”
“You’re the only person in this lab that challenges him. And he likes it. Regardless of how you think he feels. So you shouldn’t be afraid to challenge him.”
She smiled at me. A deeply sinister smile as if she was somehow bragging about being able to read me. And it did take me back. She didn’t say his name, but I knew who she meant…and she knew she had gotten to me.
“I’ve never been afraid of a good challenge.” I smiled again. “Now…was there something else you needed?”
Heather reclined back against the cold of the couch as she failed to ruffle me further.
“No, thank you, Mr. Stokes. I’m just waiting for Detective Brass to return so that he can continue harassing me.”
I nodded slightly, still managing a slight smile.
“Well. Don’t be afraid of challenging him either. He can take it.” I smiled at her, proud of myself that I had managed an encounter with the reputed ice queen and managed to remain unscathed.
“I like a good challenge, Mr. Stokes.” She sneered at me as she followed me with her eyes. “Oh…and Nick?”
Nick. Like she had any business calling me Nick. I paused only slightly and turned to her.
“That smile of yours. That’s what he’s afraid of. And now I see why.” Her face was stoic as she called after me. And managed to twist my world just a little bit more as I left. What did she know that I didn’t?
Heather’s hands were gentle but firm as they held me squarely by the shoulders as if she was offering me to Gil. She had pulled her right palm from my crotch and instead used it to spin me towards Gil as she moved behind me. Gil just stared at me, but at least he was looking. Heather pressed herself against my back and whispered into my ear.
“You have the power to stop this, Nick. Don’t forget.”
But I didn’t want it to stop, and she knew it. Gil was frozen in front of us, panting just as hard as I was but unmoving.
“Take your shirt of, Nick.” Heather ordered me from behind. I wasn’t sure why…but I was completely willing to let her manipulate the situation. I knew I didn’t know what was going on and I had grown increasingly aware that Gil was just as lost as I was. But Lady Heather…she had to know what she was doing. Right? I reached for the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head in one swift moment until only my jeans remained. Gil still didn’t move. Heather slithered around my side as she lifted her own shirt over her head, leaving only the black skirt she was wearing and a black bra. She pulled me into her and I grasped her willingly as she leaned up and closed her mouth forcefully over mine. I turned my head to accept her and she started kissing me like it was the last chance she’d have. I pushed my tongue in and out of her mouth as she tightened her body around mine. She was moaning against me and I was glad to know that she was enjoying herself and not just using herself as bait.
Gil had moved into my side. I opened my eyes to see him standing as close to me as Heather was and I could feel his breath on my neck as I kissed her. Heather’s eyes opened, too, and she pulled her mouth from mine. Her lips were swollen and dark red from the attack of our kissing.
“Take him, Gil.”
My lips were still hot and wet, and I licked them as I turned slowly to face Gil…staring at his mouth and not his eyes. Heather created space between us and Gil filled it. His beard brushed against my face and the heat of it almost stung. I let a slight moan escape just at the idea of him kissing me. He took my heck in his hand and tilted my head. I let myself go limp in his hand and parted my lips as he closed his face over mine. I still had an arm around Heather’s back and I let my other hand move up and close over Gil’s chest, clutching his shirt as if I was desperate to keep him from moving away. He kissed me slowly. Like he didn’t know how to go about it. It was sweet and somehow sad in comparison to the fever behind Heather’s kisses. But we weren’t as used to each other as Heather and I were. Gil’s tongue was tracing over my lips and I finally opened wide to suggest to him that it was ok to slip past my lips. And he did. I focused on the taste of him…that I had been wondering about for so long…as he gently probed my mouth. I felt myself weakening under him and he must have felt it, too, because he closed his arms around the small of my back and pulled me closer to him.
I was so lost in his mouth and his arms that I didn’t notice Heather’s movements. She had slid from my arm and lowered herself onto her knees next to us. She had gingerly managed to undo my jeans and I hadn’t even noticed. They were only barely hanging open. Just enough that she could reach inside of them for my cock. I felt my whole body stiffen in Gil’s arms as Heather touched me, pulling me from my shorts and tugging on me gently with her hand. I moaned hard against Gil, wondering if he knew why. Gil was picking up his pace, too. It wasn’t until heather closed her lips around the tip of my cock that I pulled back from Gil and let out a cry. I leaned my head back before lowering it to see her. She was staring up at me, and then at Gil. And I saw that she had pulled Gil from his pants as well. She was using her hand along the length of him as she worked on taking me into her mouth. Gil and I clutched at each other as she managed to control us both as she knelt between us. And I found myself staring at her hand on Gil’s cock…desperate to see more of it. She pulled her mouth from me and struggled to catch her breath as she stroked us both in unison.
“Who’d like to go first?” Heather asked, purring at us from the floor. I didn’t have time to think, because by the time I had processed her question, Gil was sinking down onto his knees beside Heather.
“Oh, God…” I moaned, not even aware that it was outloud. Heather wrapped her hand in the back of Gil’s hair and pressed his head onto my cock before he even had time to open his mouth. At first the wet tip of my cock was pressed against his closed lips, but he parted them quickly and started to suck me deeper into his mouth. I held my hands against my stomach, clawing at my own skin, not sure which of them I wanted to touch more.
“Does he taste the way you thought he would?” Heather sneered into Gil’s ear, before pushing his deeper onto me. I felt him choke a little, but he didn’t stop sucking and licking. I couldn’t help but compare it to how Heather’s mouth had felt. He had probably never sucked a cock before and there was something incredibly hot about his clumsiness. And the way his beard was scratching against me as she pushed me all the way into his throat. Heather let go of his head.
“You’re going to let him into your throat.” Heather ordered Gil as she stood, using my body to climb back into a standing position. She leaned against me as Gil worked me. I managed to reach his head and I had fingers twirling through his hair as he continued on me. I started moving into him slightly and I opened my heavy eyes and met Heather’s. She was asking me if I was ok…without actually asking me.
“Be careful, Nick. You don’t get to come until your master says so. You should know at least that much.” Heather reached her hands over my chest and twisted my nipples in her hands so hard that I cried out a little. She was different…different than she had been when it was just the two of us being watched. I tried to think of the word that Gil had used to describe someone that could dominate or submit. Could it be possible that Heather was that way? Or me, for that matter?
Heather reached down and pulled Gil from me. She must have sensed I was close, because if she hadn’t stopped Gil I would have probably come right down his throat with no warning. Heather reached her hand around the base of my cock and pinched, which made me hiss and wince at her.
“You weren’t going to come, were you?”
I shook my head no, fighting back the urge. I looked down at Gil, who was panting nervously and catching his breath.
“Undress.” Heather ordered us both and then slipped away from us. “We’ll move this upstairs. I want you to be taken properly, Nick.” Heather left the room as Gil rose to his feet. My cock was aching as it hung from my jeans. Gil wiped his lower lip slightly. There was something in his eyes that I had never really seen. The confidence was gone. He was as helpless as I was…and it suited me. He knew I had the power to stop things. And he looked at me as if he wanted me to. Maybe he thought it had gone too far. But instead, I stepped from my jeans and stood naked in front of him.
“What? You got us into this.”
I managed a little smile and then turned to follow Heather, leaving Gil to decide what to do on his own. And hoping I could catch Heather before Gil joined us…to find out just what the hell she thought she was doing.
Author: Nat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,103
Pairing: Gil/Nick, Nick/Lady Heather (say what!?)
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes and occasional cameos by other cast members.
Warnings: Adults only, please.
Spoilers: Lady Heather's Box
Disclaimer: You know the "I don't own these two" drill, so I won't bore you.
Unbeta-ed: I'm too busy to spell check. I do my best.
Summary: Gil and Nick have an unusual relationship, which takes an unfortunate toll on Nick, who finds an unexpected shoulder to lean on.
A/N 1: This is a little on-off I wrote a while ago, and I thought in light of the fact that I didn't have anything else to post I would post it. Currently in the process of fleshing it out!
A/N 2: For the sake of this story...and the confusion of jumping around in time so often...Sara never left the lab. She stuck around. Lucky us.
A/N 3: It get's a little rough in here...
There was an air of unease that was floating through the lab, and I hadn’t been there long enough to put a finger or a name to it yet. But it was palpable. I passed Sara in the hallway and caught her by the arm.
“Hey…what’s going on?”
Sara looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
“You remember that dominatrix from that murder at the fetish club last year?”
I took a sip of my coffee. Too hot.
“Vaguely…” I lied. Of course I remembered her.
“Well, Brass brought her in for questioning. Apparently two of her…”employees”…were found dead.”
“Women?”
“Men.”
“Who’s handling it?”
Sara smirked and tucked her hair behind her ears.
“Who do you think is handling it.” Sara began to shuffle off past me, muttering something under her breath. Everyone knew she wanted Grissom, and everyone knew that Grissom had a soft spot for Lady Heather. No wonder there was tension in the air. My coffee was so hot it was stinging my hand, so I walked toward a trash can and dumped it - throwing the cup in behind it. I dug in my pocket for my wallet and pulled out a dollar…opting for the vending machine instead.
As I turned into the waiting area, I saw her. Sitting alone on the couch, save for the guard at the door, obviously waiting for someone. I tried my best to ignore her and just headed for the soda machine.
“You’re Nick Stokes.”
I turned to her over my shoulder as she studied me.
“I am. Is there something I can do for you?”
She shuffled in her seat slightly, and tilted her head.
“You’re taller than I imagined.”
I squinted at her as I tried to figure out exactly what she was getting at.
“Alrighty then.” I answered. A stupid answer, but I didn’t know what else to say to that. I grabbed my soda and turned to leave.
“You shouldn’t be afraid, you know.” She called after me.
I turned to her and smiled. Smugly. Defensively.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean of me.”
I couldn’t help it. She had intrigued me. I looked at the guard who was minding his own business, and moved slightly back towards her in the waiting room.
“Ok, then. What shouldn’t I be afraid of?”
“You’re the only person in this lab that challenges him. And he likes it. Regardless of how you think he feels. So you shouldn’t be afraid to challenge him.”
She smiled at me. A deeply sinister smile as if she was somehow bragging about being able to read me. And it did take me back. She didn’t say his name, but I knew who she meant…and she knew she had gotten to me.
“I’ve never been afraid of a good challenge.” I smiled again. “Now…was there something else you needed?”
Heather reclined back against the cold of the couch as she failed to ruffle me further.
“No, thank you, Mr. Stokes. I’m just waiting for Detective Brass to return so that he can continue harassing me.”
I nodded slightly, still managing a slight smile.
“Well. Don’t be afraid of challenging him either. He can take it.” I smiled at her, proud of myself that I had managed an encounter with the reputed ice queen and managed to remain unscathed.
“I like a good challenge, Mr. Stokes.” She sneered at me as she followed me with her eyes. “Oh…and Nick?”
Nick. Like she had any business calling me Nick. I paused only slightly and turned to her.
“That smile of yours. That’s what he’s afraid of. And now I see why.” Her face was stoic as she called after me. And managed to twist my world just a little bit more as I left. What did she know that I didn’t?
Heather’s hands were gentle but firm as they held me squarely by the shoulders as if she was offering me to Gil. She had pulled her right palm from my crotch and instead used it to spin me towards Gil as she moved behind me. Gil just stared at me, but at least he was looking. Heather pressed herself against my back and whispered into my ear.
“You have the power to stop this, Nick. Don’t forget.”
But I didn’t want it to stop, and she knew it. Gil was frozen in front of us, panting just as hard as I was but unmoving.
“Take your shirt of, Nick.” Heather ordered me from behind. I wasn’t sure why…but I was completely willing to let her manipulate the situation. I knew I didn’t know what was going on and I had grown increasingly aware that Gil was just as lost as I was. But Lady Heather…she had to know what she was doing. Right? I reached for the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head in one swift moment until only my jeans remained. Gil still didn’t move. Heather slithered around my side as she lifted her own shirt over her head, leaving only the black skirt she was wearing and a black bra. She pulled me into her and I grasped her willingly as she leaned up and closed her mouth forcefully over mine. I turned my head to accept her and she started kissing me like it was the last chance she’d have. I pushed my tongue in and out of her mouth as she tightened her body around mine. She was moaning against me and I was glad to know that she was enjoying herself and not just using herself as bait.
Gil had moved into my side. I opened my eyes to see him standing as close to me as Heather was and I could feel his breath on my neck as I kissed her. Heather’s eyes opened, too, and she pulled her mouth from mine. Her lips were swollen and dark red from the attack of our kissing.
“Take him, Gil.”
My lips were still hot and wet, and I licked them as I turned slowly to face Gil…staring at his mouth and not his eyes. Heather created space between us and Gil filled it. His beard brushed against my face and the heat of it almost stung. I let a slight moan escape just at the idea of him kissing me. He took my heck in his hand and tilted my head. I let myself go limp in his hand and parted my lips as he closed his face over mine. I still had an arm around Heather’s back and I let my other hand move up and close over Gil’s chest, clutching his shirt as if I was desperate to keep him from moving away. He kissed me slowly. Like he didn’t know how to go about it. It was sweet and somehow sad in comparison to the fever behind Heather’s kisses. But we weren’t as used to each other as Heather and I were. Gil’s tongue was tracing over my lips and I finally opened wide to suggest to him that it was ok to slip past my lips. And he did. I focused on the taste of him…that I had been wondering about for so long…as he gently probed my mouth. I felt myself weakening under him and he must have felt it, too, because he closed his arms around the small of my back and pulled me closer to him.
I was so lost in his mouth and his arms that I didn’t notice Heather’s movements. She had slid from my arm and lowered herself onto her knees next to us. She had gingerly managed to undo my jeans and I hadn’t even noticed. They were only barely hanging open. Just enough that she could reach inside of them for my cock. I felt my whole body stiffen in Gil’s arms as Heather touched me, pulling me from my shorts and tugging on me gently with her hand. I moaned hard against Gil, wondering if he knew why. Gil was picking up his pace, too. It wasn’t until heather closed her lips around the tip of my cock that I pulled back from Gil and let out a cry. I leaned my head back before lowering it to see her. She was staring up at me, and then at Gil. And I saw that she had pulled Gil from his pants as well. She was using her hand along the length of him as she worked on taking me into her mouth. Gil and I clutched at each other as she managed to control us both as she knelt between us. And I found myself staring at her hand on Gil’s cock…desperate to see more of it. She pulled her mouth from me and struggled to catch her breath as she stroked us both in unison.
“Who’d like to go first?” Heather asked, purring at us from the floor. I didn’t have time to think, because by the time I had processed her question, Gil was sinking down onto his knees beside Heather.
“Oh, God…” I moaned, not even aware that it was outloud. Heather wrapped her hand in the back of Gil’s hair and pressed his head onto my cock before he even had time to open his mouth. At first the wet tip of my cock was pressed against his closed lips, but he parted them quickly and started to suck me deeper into his mouth. I held my hands against my stomach, clawing at my own skin, not sure which of them I wanted to touch more.
“Does he taste the way you thought he would?” Heather sneered into Gil’s ear, before pushing his deeper onto me. I felt him choke a little, but he didn’t stop sucking and licking. I couldn’t help but compare it to how Heather’s mouth had felt. He had probably never sucked a cock before and there was something incredibly hot about his clumsiness. And the way his beard was scratching against me as she pushed me all the way into his throat. Heather let go of his head.
“You’re going to let him into your throat.” Heather ordered Gil as she stood, using my body to climb back into a standing position. She leaned against me as Gil worked me. I managed to reach his head and I had fingers twirling through his hair as he continued on me. I started moving into him slightly and I opened my heavy eyes and met Heather’s. She was asking me if I was ok…without actually asking me.
“Be careful, Nick. You don’t get to come until your master says so. You should know at least that much.” Heather reached her hands over my chest and twisted my nipples in her hands so hard that I cried out a little. She was different…different than she had been when it was just the two of us being watched. I tried to think of the word that Gil had used to describe someone that could dominate or submit. Could it be possible that Heather was that way? Or me, for that matter?
Heather reached down and pulled Gil from me. She must have sensed I was close, because if she hadn’t stopped Gil I would have probably come right down his throat with no warning. Heather reached her hand around the base of my cock and pinched, which made me hiss and wince at her.
“You weren’t going to come, were you?”
I shook my head no, fighting back the urge. I looked down at Gil, who was panting nervously and catching his breath.
“Undress.” Heather ordered us both and then slipped away from us. “We’ll move this upstairs. I want you to be taken properly, Nick.” Heather left the room as Gil rose to his feet. My cock was aching as it hung from my jeans. Gil wiped his lower lip slightly. There was something in his eyes that I had never really seen. The confidence was gone. He was as helpless as I was…and it suited me. He knew I had the power to stop things. And he looked at me as if he wanted me to. Maybe he thought it had gone too far. But instead, I stepped from my jeans and stood naked in front of him.
“What? You got us into this.”
I managed a little smile and then turned to follow Heather, leaving Gil to decide what to do on his own. And hoping I could catch Heather before Gil joined us…to find out just what the hell she thought she was doing.