CSI fic Cath/Greg
Title: Birthday Surprise
Author: magicalvamp beta'd by it_glitters
Raiting: NC17
Spoilers: This happens after the episode "Time of your death."
Authors Note: This is for it_glitters. You wanted a Cath/Greg fic, here it is. Thanks for making me write something other than my usual Nick/Greg! It was very fun to write this...thing. lol. *hug*
Birthday Surprise
It was Greg’s birthday. Usually he would be very happy and excited about this day, but not today. He knew it was going to be like any other day. A week before his birthday he reminded his fellow CSI friends that the date was coming up, and all they did was smile.
He got out of the shower and wrapped a blue towel around his waist. While he headed to his bedroom, he pondered whether it was time to have a change. Whether it was a change in his apartment or a change in his attitude, he still didn’t know. When he was about to open his bedroom door, he stopped midway of doing it. He remembered clearly he left his door open. Cautiously, Greg grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door. He found Catherine Willows sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Catherine! You scared me. What are you doing here?”
“Your door was opened. I entered your apartment and now I’m here. End of story.”
Greg smiled. “You have got to stop entering people’s homes without their permission.”
“I’ll stop entering their homes when they start locking up their doors. Just getting out of the shower?” she said, stating the obvious.
Suddenly, Greg was very aware he only had a towel around his waist, and nothing else covering his body. He was also increasingly aware that Catherine was on his bed, staring at him. A flush of heat crept up to Greg’s cheeks.
“What are you doing here, Cath?”
Catherine opened her mouth to talk, but then she shut it. She kept starring at Greg, as if he was a grand prize, and a smirk rose on her lips. “Greg, remember when I asked if a day living like a rock star with music and models was your fantasy, and you said that that fantasy was from last year?”
Greg nodded.
“What is your new fantasy?”
Greg didn’t respond for two reasons. First, that being a rock star was still his secret fantasy. He just didn’t admit it to the rest of the CSI’s because he didn’t want them to think he was still an immature boy. Secondly, he didn’t know where Catherine was going with all of this.
“Um…Cath…I don’t think you came here to ask about my fantasy,” he said nervously.
Catherine stood up and went to Greg. “You know, I always loved the moles on your body”. Catherine started to trace each mole with her finger. “It’s like a little map on your body.”
Greg didn’t know what to do - or say. All he knew was that each time Catherine touched his body with her finger he felt an electrifying sensation. Having Catherine so close to him, taunting him, teasing him. Greg couldn’t think about anything and it took all his focus to muster out a simple sentence. “Really Catherine, I think you shouldn’t …”
Catherine broke Greg’s sentence and pulled his mouth towards her lips. Greg’s stiffened his body when his lips touched hers, but he couldn’t resist it anymore. The way Catherine was kissing him was driving him crazy - it was full of passion and lust. Her tongue explored every inch of Greg’s mouth, her hands were on his neck, pulling his hair lightly.
They stopped kissing, and Catherine yanked Greg’s towel off, noticing he was very excited about what was happening. She looked at Greg’s eager eyes and knew there was no way back.
Catherine placed a subtle kiss on Greg’s lips, and smiled at him. “Greg. Bed. Now,” she commanded.
Greg didn’t need to hear her orders twice. He laid on the bed, waiting for Catherine. He really didn’t know what had gotten into her, but he didn’t care anymore. Catherine crawled up the length of his flushed body and started to kiss him passionately. Greg nibbled on Catherine’s earlobe and a little moan escaped her mouth. She looked at him, and whispered to his ear, “There is one condition. Eyes, no hands.”
Greg only nodded. Catherine grabbed both of Greg’s hands and placed them together behind his head. With a finger, she delicately touched Greg’s cheek, and lowered it to Greg’s neck. Then she lowered her finger to his nipples, circling and toying with them. She lowered her mouth to her finger and started to suck on his erect nubs. Greg closed his eyes and bit his lip hard just to do something.
“Cath, please…I’m ready.” Suddenly, Greg’s hands grabbed Catherine’s head and pulled her for a kiss. He couldn’t take it anymore. Sure he was up for some teasing, but not like this. Not with her.
“Greg…what did I say? I said ‘eyes, no hands’. Don’t make me tie you up. We don’t have time.” Catherine noticed how desperate Greg was, and decided to work her magic.
Catherine propped herself between Greg’s legs, separating them a bit apart to have better access. Catherine grabbed Greg’s hard shaft and decided to only lick the head. Greg gasped and uttered something incomprehensible.
“I guess that you liked it,” she said as she started to suck lightly on the head of Greg’s cock.
Greg placed his hands back under his head, because he didn’t trust himself with them. Slowly, Catherine started to suck more, and more of Greg. Greg was squirming, and that turned her on - she loved to be in control. She never thought she’d have so much fun with Greg.
Greg decided to take a pillow and prop it under his head so that he could have a better view of Catherine taking him into her mouth. Catherine noted what Greg did, so she lifted her gaze towards him. She sucked every inch of Greg while moaning around his dick. Catherine felt Greg’s muscles tense up and his balls hitch up - she knew he was close.
“Cat, I’m almost there…I’m…”
Catherine let go of Greg just before he arched off the bed and came as she watched. He used the tissues on the nightstand to clean up the mess. Catherine was enjoying every second of it. Greg smiled at her for a while.
“Did you come here for this?”
“Actually, I came here to tell you to hurry up because everyone is downstairs waiting for you.”
“Excuse me?”
“We’re going for brunch, in your honor. Did you think they forgot about your day? They’re all very excited. So, I suggest you get dressed up as fast as you can ok?” she said as she patted the inside of his trembling thigh.
All Greg could do was nod.
While Catherine cleaned the corner of her mouth with her pinky she asked, “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Sure, you know where it is.”
“Thanks.”
Catherine closed the door to Greg’s bedroom. A second later, she re-opened it.
“Greg, I’m sorry. I haven’t properly mentioned it yet. Happy Birthday.”
With this said, Greg gave her his million dollar smile as she closed the door again.
Author: magicalvamp beta'd by it_glitters
Raiting: NC17
Spoilers: This happens after the episode "Time of your death."
Authors Note: This is for it_glitters. You wanted a Cath/Greg fic, here it is. Thanks for making me write something other than my usual Nick/Greg! It was very fun to write this...thing. lol. *hug*
Birthday Surprise
It was Greg’s birthday. Usually he would be very happy and excited about this day, but not today. He knew it was going to be like any other day. A week before his birthday he reminded his fellow CSI friends that the date was coming up, and all they did was smile.
He got out of the shower and wrapped a blue towel around his waist. While he headed to his bedroom, he pondered whether it was time to have a change. Whether it was a change in his apartment or a change in his attitude, he still didn’t know. When he was about to open his bedroom door, he stopped midway of doing it. He remembered clearly he left his door open. Cautiously, Greg grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door. He found Catherine Willows sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Catherine! You scared me. What are you doing here?”
“Your door was opened. I entered your apartment and now I’m here. End of story.”
Greg smiled. “You have got to stop entering people’s homes without their permission.”
“I’ll stop entering their homes when they start locking up their doors. Just getting out of the shower?” she said, stating the obvious.
Suddenly, Greg was very aware he only had a towel around his waist, and nothing else covering his body. He was also increasingly aware that Catherine was on his bed, staring at him. A flush of heat crept up to Greg’s cheeks.
“What are you doing here, Cath?”
Catherine opened her mouth to talk, but then she shut it. She kept starring at Greg, as if he was a grand prize, and a smirk rose on her lips. “Greg, remember when I asked if a day living like a rock star with music and models was your fantasy, and you said that that fantasy was from last year?”
Greg nodded.
“What is your new fantasy?”
Greg didn’t respond for two reasons. First, that being a rock star was still his secret fantasy. He just didn’t admit it to the rest of the CSI’s because he didn’t want them to think he was still an immature boy. Secondly, he didn’t know where Catherine was going with all of this.
“Um…Cath…I don’t think you came here to ask about my fantasy,” he said nervously.
Catherine stood up and went to Greg. “You know, I always loved the moles on your body”. Catherine started to trace each mole with her finger. “It’s like a little map on your body.”
Greg didn’t know what to do - or say. All he knew was that each time Catherine touched his body with her finger he felt an electrifying sensation. Having Catherine so close to him, taunting him, teasing him. Greg couldn’t think about anything and it took all his focus to muster out a simple sentence. “Really Catherine, I think you shouldn’t …”
Catherine broke Greg’s sentence and pulled his mouth towards her lips. Greg’s stiffened his body when his lips touched hers, but he couldn’t resist it anymore. The way Catherine was kissing him was driving him crazy - it was full of passion and lust. Her tongue explored every inch of Greg’s mouth, her hands were on his neck, pulling his hair lightly.
They stopped kissing, and Catherine yanked Greg’s towel off, noticing he was very excited about what was happening. She looked at Greg’s eager eyes and knew there was no way back.
Catherine placed a subtle kiss on Greg’s lips, and smiled at him. “Greg. Bed. Now,” she commanded.
Greg didn’t need to hear her orders twice. He laid on the bed, waiting for Catherine. He really didn’t know what had gotten into her, but he didn’t care anymore. Catherine crawled up the length of his flushed body and started to kiss him passionately. Greg nibbled on Catherine’s earlobe and a little moan escaped her mouth. She looked at him, and whispered to his ear, “There is one condition. Eyes, no hands.”
Greg only nodded. Catherine grabbed both of Greg’s hands and placed them together behind his head. With a finger, she delicately touched Greg’s cheek, and lowered it to Greg’s neck. Then she lowered her finger to his nipples, circling and toying with them. She lowered her mouth to her finger and started to suck on his erect nubs. Greg closed his eyes and bit his lip hard just to do something.
“Cath, please…I’m ready.” Suddenly, Greg’s hands grabbed Catherine’s head and pulled her for a kiss. He couldn’t take it anymore. Sure he was up for some teasing, but not like this. Not with her.
“Greg…what did I say? I said ‘eyes, no hands’. Don’t make me tie you up. We don’t have time.” Catherine noticed how desperate Greg was, and decided to work her magic.
Catherine propped herself between Greg’s legs, separating them a bit apart to have better access. Catherine grabbed Greg’s hard shaft and decided to only lick the head. Greg gasped and uttered something incomprehensible.
“I guess that you liked it,” she said as she started to suck lightly on the head of Greg’s cock.
Greg placed his hands back under his head, because he didn’t trust himself with them. Slowly, Catherine started to suck more, and more of Greg. Greg was squirming, and that turned her on - she loved to be in control. She never thought she’d have so much fun with Greg.
Greg decided to take a pillow and prop it under his head so that he could have a better view of Catherine taking him into her mouth. Catherine noted what Greg did, so she lifted her gaze towards him. She sucked every inch of Greg while moaning around his dick. Catherine felt Greg’s muscles tense up and his balls hitch up - she knew he was close.
“Cat, I’m almost there…I’m…”
Catherine let go of Greg just before he arched off the bed and came as she watched. He used the tissues on the nightstand to clean up the mess. Catherine was enjoying every second of it. Greg smiled at her for a while.
“Did you come here for this?”
“Actually, I came here to tell you to hurry up because everyone is downstairs waiting for you.”
“Excuse me?”
“We’re going for brunch, in your honor. Did you think they forgot about your day? They’re all very excited. So, I suggest you get dressed up as fast as you can ok?” she said as she patted the inside of his trembling thigh.
All Greg could do was nod.
While Catherine cleaned the corner of her mouth with her pinky she asked, “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Sure, you know where it is.”
“Thanks.”
Catherine closed the door to Greg’s bedroom. A second later, she re-opened it.
“Greg, I’m sorry. I haven’t properly mentioned it yet. Happy Birthday.”
With this said, Greg gave her his million dollar smile as she closed the door again.