FF :: Cupid's Chokehold (30 - Last Night)
Title: Cupid's Chokehold
Author: GraveyardIntern
Rating: CSI-1
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: I don't own them. I only wish I did.
Summary: "Gil felt like a needle was poking at his chest or why he
felt like he had plunged into hell when he saw Catherine at the
restaurant. It was because Cupid had fired his smoking gun blindly, in
the wrong direction."
Writer's Note: HAVE FUN AND REVIEW PLEASEE!!!!!
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I just want to enjoy my life
And show this world how I care
Nothing brings me more joy
Than knowing my girl will be there
--
The only thing Gil could feel was his own pulse, the bass, and Catherine’s hand in his. He was numb all over.
When he was in the middle of the floor, he realized how many friends Catherine had when the entire club was filled with people and people alone. He could hear his team right behind him as he made his way through the bodies of people, never letting go of her hand. And when he stopped, he knew she was suddenly frightened of who he was. He turned around, facing her, his breath quicker and heavier. He looked into her eyes and saw what he believed was doubt, concern and behind it all, some form of excitement. It had been hidden, and it was hidden well. He liked to think that he was probably the only man who was able to figure that out.
“Aren’t you always the one who’s telling me to relax?” He asked her. He was holding back.
“But you’re out of your mind. You’re not you anymore.” She answered, ready to turn away.
“But isn’t that a good thing? Since you don’t like who I used to be.” He told her, and he saw her frown slightly. “Right?” He dared her to step away, to back down but he knew she wouldn’t refuse the challenge. She strut her way right to his face.
“You can’t dance.” She whispered, her breath imminent on his lips. He licked them, savoring the very air she breathed.
“When’d you ever see me dance?” He asked, knowing she would have said that he couldn’t dance. But he knew he wasn’t too stiff. She faltered, searching his eyes for an answer, for a logical reason. “If you don’t believe me, try me.”
--
Are you happy girl?
Knowing that you went and broke my heart in a piece or two?
Knowing that I would have walked across the ocean for you?
Sayin’ you’re young and confused
But that’s a lame excuse
That’s why the only one to blame is you for…
--
They stood there, their eyes engaged in a cold battle.
“Griss! What happened to dancing, man?” He heard Nick shout from somewhere, and when he looked across, he saw Nick with Sara, her form encased in his. Gil smiled and nodded. He turned his attention back to Catherine, who didn’t step away. Her look seemed to say, “I dare you.” He stepped even closer and put his cheek against hers and felt her breath on his ear.
“Try me.” He whispered in to her left ear. He had no idea what was over him, telling him, urging him on to do the thing he was doing. Challenging Catherine two days before the wedding was something he had never even dreamt of, but the fact that she wasn’t backing down, that she was the one putting this off surprised him. Then again, he always knew she was up for a test. He wanted to win this fight so badly that he ached for it. His right hand found her left, and he entwined their fingers as his left hand found her waist and slipped around her, drawing her closer as his left leg found its spot between hers. Her hand left his to wind around his neck and he smiled.
Her cotton tanktop felt soft under his fingers, and it was thin enough so that he could touch her skin, his fingers burning as he did so. They started to move together, her body warming up to his. Grissom had always been afraid that he would really be as bad at dancing as he had feared, but they moved surprisingly well and soon enough he felt eyes on them. His hands were moving up and down her back, probing slightly under her shirt once more. He felt her breathe in sharply when he did so, feeling his fingers that were callous from the field work that he did.
--
Last Night
I can’t believe what I was hearing
Tellin’ me to have a nice life
So tonight,
I don’t think I’ll spare your feelings
I’m gonna do for me what’s right.
--
He felt her easing up to him and he knew he was on the right track, that things weren’t as bad as he thought they might end up being. The night was only just beginning, he kept telling himself and he knew there would be more opportunities to do as he wanted to, just this one night. This was the last night he’d ever be able to do this, not being afraid of the consequences. But the strange fact about it all was that he was ready to face it, and that’s what scared him most. The fact that he wasn’t afraid to dance with Catherine in such a manner thought impossible for himself. That was it. This was for him. This night was for him, and all he would do that night was for himself and him only. He didn’t care about what Catherine would have to face later, and all he cared about was his desire, refusing to subside on its own.
He knew they became one as they moved together, as they started to get closer to the ground, Catherine basically sitting on his thigh. He didn’t know how much more of this sweet torture he could take, but he knew she was punishing him for his challenge this way. His lips met her exposed neck, cautiously, and he could feel her tremble. Before he knew it, he was savouring the moment, reveling in the feeling of her body so close to his and imitating his own movements. He knew she was enjoying it too as he could feel her pushing her hips forward and pulling them back with more force as the song progressed. Both her arms were now fully tangled around his neck, surrendering her whole form to the mercy of his body. Her right hand occasionally dropped down to rest at his chest, applying slight force as if to push him away.
--
In your eyes I see a second chance
Maybe I should take another glance
But for now I'll wash my hands
'Cause I love ya baby, love ya baby
--
The heat was becoming much more real to Grissom as he felt sweat dripping down the side of his face, and his torso, and realized that his shirt was probably quite damp but he wasn’t sure whether it was all his sweat or some of hers mixing as well. Her skin glistened underneath the colorful lights and he put his lips to her shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin. He felt her fingers tentatively winding through his wet hair and realized that it was the first time he was truly acting upon his primitive desires.
He also realized that she was responding to everything he was doing and half pushing him on to do things that would be thought inappropriate for two people in a relationship such as theirs. Her lips dangerously close to his ear and occasionally his lips. But Gil guessed that this was the etiquette of the nightclub dancing; things were as suggestive as they could get but it probably didn’t mean much to Catherine who had done this for a living once upon a time. Or so he hoped. On the other hand, he was fully sincere, his every movement imitating what he had only dreamed about on those lonely nights. This was a dream come true for him and although it may not become reality, he would replay the moment over and over again and hope that it never ends.
“This is me, Catherine. No more, no less.” He whispered as the beat carried them off to another world.
--
Gil had lost track of time, and soon enough the song came an end, and when it did, they stopped, still in each other’s arms. As he drew away slightly, he looked into her eyes and found them moist. When he tried to open his mouth to say something, she dashed away from him towards the bathrooms. He was left on the dance floor, clasping air. He stood there, unable to move for a minute or two and made his way towards the table.
“Griss. I know I’ve never seen you dance, but I’ve never seen Catherine dance like that.” Warrick told him, smiling. Gil tilted his head. “Come on. You guys were literally getting it on out there. I was surprised Catherine was willing. Where is she anyway?”
“Don’t know. She kind of made a run for it after that.” He replied, and was met with silence from Warrick. “I must have scared her.”
“Well, I guess so. You’re not really yourself tonight. You’re a beast, G.” Warrick told him, and Grissom laughed.
“Want to dance with me like that?” Sofia asked, her tone suggestive. Gil raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly. “Excellent.”
“Sexcellent, you mean.” Greg added, earning a punch from Brass who was pretending to be asleep. “Jesus Christ, Cap. Did not know you were awake.”
“I have a third ear, Sanders. Watch out.” Jim replied, groggily, one of his eyes opening to watch Gil and Sofia disappear into the crowds.
Author: GraveyardIntern
Rating: CSI-1
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: I don't own them. I only wish I did.
Summary: "Gil felt like a needle was poking at his chest or why he
felt like he had plunged into hell when he saw Catherine at the
restaurant. It was because Cupid had fired his smoking gun blindly, in
the wrong direction."
Writer's Note: HAVE FUN AND REVIEW PLEASEE!!!!!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I just want to enjoy my life
And show this world how I care
Nothing brings me more joy
Than knowing my girl will be there
--
The only thing Gil could feel was his own pulse, the bass, and Catherine’s hand in his. He was numb all over.
When he was in the middle of the floor, he realized how many friends Catherine had when the entire club was filled with people and people alone. He could hear his team right behind him as he made his way through the bodies of people, never letting go of her hand. And when he stopped, he knew she was suddenly frightened of who he was. He turned around, facing her, his breath quicker and heavier. He looked into her eyes and saw what he believed was doubt, concern and behind it all, some form of excitement. It had been hidden, and it was hidden well. He liked to think that he was probably the only man who was able to figure that out.
“Aren’t you always the one who’s telling me to relax?” He asked her. He was holding back.
“But you’re out of your mind. You’re not you anymore.” She answered, ready to turn away.
“But isn’t that a good thing? Since you don’t like who I used to be.” He told her, and he saw her frown slightly. “Right?” He dared her to step away, to back down but he knew she wouldn’t refuse the challenge. She strut her way right to his face.
“You can’t dance.” She whispered, her breath imminent on his lips. He licked them, savoring the very air she breathed.
“When’d you ever see me dance?” He asked, knowing she would have said that he couldn’t dance. But he knew he wasn’t too stiff. She faltered, searching his eyes for an answer, for a logical reason. “If you don’t believe me, try me.”
--
Are you happy girl?
Knowing that you went and broke my heart in a piece or two?
Knowing that I would have walked across the ocean for you?
Sayin’ you’re young and confused
But that’s a lame excuse
That’s why the only one to blame is you for…
--
They stood there, their eyes engaged in a cold battle.
“Griss! What happened to dancing, man?” He heard Nick shout from somewhere, and when he looked across, he saw Nick with Sara, her form encased in his. Gil smiled and nodded. He turned his attention back to Catherine, who didn’t step away. Her look seemed to say, “I dare you.” He stepped even closer and put his cheek against hers and felt her breath on his ear.
“Try me.” He whispered in to her left ear. He had no idea what was over him, telling him, urging him on to do the thing he was doing. Challenging Catherine two days before the wedding was something he had never even dreamt of, but the fact that she wasn’t backing down, that she was the one putting this off surprised him. Then again, he always knew she was up for a test. He wanted to win this fight so badly that he ached for it. His right hand found her left, and he entwined their fingers as his left hand found her waist and slipped around her, drawing her closer as his left leg found its spot between hers. Her hand left his to wind around his neck and he smiled.
Her cotton tanktop felt soft under his fingers, and it was thin enough so that he could touch her skin, his fingers burning as he did so. They started to move together, her body warming up to his. Grissom had always been afraid that he would really be as bad at dancing as he had feared, but they moved surprisingly well and soon enough he felt eyes on them. His hands were moving up and down her back, probing slightly under her shirt once more. He felt her breathe in sharply when he did so, feeling his fingers that were callous from the field work that he did.
--
Last Night
I can’t believe what I was hearing
Tellin’ me to have a nice life
So tonight,
I don’t think I’ll spare your feelings
I’m gonna do for me what’s right.
--
He felt her easing up to him and he knew he was on the right track, that things weren’t as bad as he thought they might end up being. The night was only just beginning, he kept telling himself and he knew there would be more opportunities to do as he wanted to, just this one night. This was the last night he’d ever be able to do this, not being afraid of the consequences. But the strange fact about it all was that he was ready to face it, and that’s what scared him most. The fact that he wasn’t afraid to dance with Catherine in such a manner thought impossible for himself. That was it. This was for him. This night was for him, and all he would do that night was for himself and him only. He didn’t care about what Catherine would have to face later, and all he cared about was his desire, refusing to subside on its own.
He knew they became one as they moved together, as they started to get closer to the ground, Catherine basically sitting on his thigh. He didn’t know how much more of this sweet torture he could take, but he knew she was punishing him for his challenge this way. His lips met her exposed neck, cautiously, and he could feel her tremble. Before he knew it, he was savouring the moment, reveling in the feeling of her body so close to his and imitating his own movements. He knew she was enjoying it too as he could feel her pushing her hips forward and pulling them back with more force as the song progressed. Both her arms were now fully tangled around his neck, surrendering her whole form to the mercy of his body. Her right hand occasionally dropped down to rest at his chest, applying slight force as if to push him away.
--
In your eyes I see a second chance
Maybe I should take another glance
But for now I'll wash my hands
'Cause I love ya baby, love ya baby
--
The heat was becoming much more real to Grissom as he felt sweat dripping down the side of his face, and his torso, and realized that his shirt was probably quite damp but he wasn’t sure whether it was all his sweat or some of hers mixing as well. Her skin glistened underneath the colorful lights and he put his lips to her shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin. He felt her fingers tentatively winding through his wet hair and realized that it was the first time he was truly acting upon his primitive desires.
He also realized that she was responding to everything he was doing and half pushing him on to do things that would be thought inappropriate for two people in a relationship such as theirs. Her lips dangerously close to his ear and occasionally his lips. But Gil guessed that this was the etiquette of the nightclub dancing; things were as suggestive as they could get but it probably didn’t mean much to Catherine who had done this for a living once upon a time. Or so he hoped. On the other hand, he was fully sincere, his every movement imitating what he had only dreamed about on those lonely nights. This was a dream come true for him and although it may not become reality, he would replay the moment over and over again and hope that it never ends.
“This is me, Catherine. No more, no less.” He whispered as the beat carried them off to another world.
--
Gil had lost track of time, and soon enough the song came an end, and when it did, they stopped, still in each other’s arms. As he drew away slightly, he looked into her eyes and found them moist. When he tried to open his mouth to say something, she dashed away from him towards the bathrooms. He was left on the dance floor, clasping air. He stood there, unable to move for a minute or two and made his way towards the table.
“Griss. I know I’ve never seen you dance, but I’ve never seen Catherine dance like that.” Warrick told him, smiling. Gil tilted his head. “Come on. You guys were literally getting it on out there. I was surprised Catherine was willing. Where is she anyway?”
“Don’t know. She kind of made a run for it after that.” He replied, and was met with silence from Warrick. “I must have scared her.”
“Well, I guess so. You’re not really yourself tonight. You’re a beast, G.” Warrick told him, and Grissom laughed.
“Want to dance with me like that?” Sofia asked, her tone suggestive. Gil raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly. “Excellent.”
“Sexcellent, you mean.” Greg added, earning a punch from Brass who was pretending to be asleep. “Jesus Christ, Cap. Did not know you were awake.”
“I have a third ear, Sanders. Watch out.” Jim replied, groggily, one of his eyes opening to watch Gil and Sofia disappear into the crowds.