Adventurous [CSI; Grissom/Catherine]
TITLE: Adventurous
FANDOM: CSI
PAIRING: Grissom/Catherine
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
SUMMARY:
*****
The Vegas air was warm... dry... and crickets could be heard chirping in the distance, a rarity for this buzzing city everywhere but out in the desert. Strains of an eighties love song could be heard escaping from the closed windows of a Denali, the windows fogged from the activity commencing inside.
"Ow, Gil! That was my foot!"
"Sorry, but... could you move your leg?"
"What am I, a contortionist?!"
A sigh permeated the air, followed by two criminalists collapsing defeatedly against the plush back seats.
Gil Grissom frowned down at his half-unbuttoned shirt. "Do you think we're too old for this?"
His strawberry-blonde companion, Catherine Willows, raised her eyebrows. "We? No. You?"
He shot her a look. "Watch it, Cath."
She grinned. "Sorry... pops."
Grissom rolled his eyes. "Alright, you asked for it."
He began to kiss her again and she slid back down against the seat, pulling him atop her. "Remind me why we have to do this here?" she asked breathlessly between kisses.
"Because Lindsey is at your place and because you don't like having sex in my bedroom."
"Well, your spider's there. And one of those fetal pigs."
"So?" He kissed down her neck.
Catherine leaned back slightly and looked at him, aghast. "Well what kind of sick bastard wants to do it in front of a fetal pig?"
He rolled his eyes. "I can move the pig, Cath. And besides, we decided we needed to be a bit more adventurous anyway."
"So sex in our Denali, which is more cramped than I remember it being, is adventurous?"
Grissom raised his eyebrows. "We could pretend we're stranded in the middle of nowhere, if you like."
Two car horns blaring and loud shouting was heard briefly on the nearby highway, and Catherine sighed. "Somehow, I don't see that working."
"Or we could rent a sailboat... a yacht maybe. I could tie you to the mast--"
"I am not having weird pirate sex with you, Gil."
He quirked one eyebrow conspiratorally. "What if I bought an eye patch?"
Catherine rolled her eyes and sat up, beginning to button her shirt. "That's it, I'm leaving."
"Cath, come on! Wait!" Grissom scrambled after her, still trying to get his shirt buttoned the rest of the way while his deity left the car, and his eyes watched the sway of her hips, briefly hypnotized. "Cath, come back here!"
She tossed him a look over her shoulder, coy and seductive, and continued sauntering out into the desert, hoping her companion would catch the hint.
Sure enough, moments later the sound of the car being secured was heard, followed by the rushing sounds of Grissom's footsteps. "Sex in the desert. Yes. A much better idea. More space. And maybe we could pretend I'm a cowboy and you're a--"
"No weird cowboy sex either, Gil."
"Damn."
FIN
FANDOM: CSI
PAIRING: Grissom/Catherine
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
SUMMARY:
*****
The Vegas air was warm... dry... and crickets could be heard chirping in the distance, a rarity for this buzzing city everywhere but out in the desert. Strains of an eighties love song could be heard escaping from the closed windows of a Denali, the windows fogged from the activity commencing inside.
"Ow, Gil! That was my foot!"
"Sorry, but... could you move your leg?"
"What am I, a contortionist?!"
A sigh permeated the air, followed by two criminalists collapsing defeatedly against the plush back seats.
Gil Grissom frowned down at his half-unbuttoned shirt. "Do you think we're too old for this?"
His strawberry-blonde companion, Catherine Willows, raised her eyebrows. "We? No. You?"
He shot her a look. "Watch it, Cath."
She grinned. "Sorry... pops."
Grissom rolled his eyes. "Alright, you asked for it."
He began to kiss her again and she slid back down against the seat, pulling him atop her. "Remind me why we have to do this here?" she asked breathlessly between kisses.
"Because Lindsey is at your place and because you don't like having sex in my bedroom."
"Well, your spider's there. And one of those fetal pigs."
"So?" He kissed down her neck.
Catherine leaned back slightly and looked at him, aghast. "Well what kind of sick bastard wants to do it in front of a fetal pig?"
He rolled his eyes. "I can move the pig, Cath. And besides, we decided we needed to be a bit more adventurous anyway."
"So sex in our Denali, which is more cramped than I remember it being, is adventurous?"
Grissom raised his eyebrows. "We could pretend we're stranded in the middle of nowhere, if you like."
Two car horns blaring and loud shouting was heard briefly on the nearby highway, and Catherine sighed. "Somehow, I don't see that working."
"Or we could rent a sailboat... a yacht maybe. I could tie you to the mast--"
"I am not having weird pirate sex with you, Gil."
He quirked one eyebrow conspiratorally. "What if I bought an eye patch?"
Catherine rolled her eyes and sat up, beginning to button her shirt. "That's it, I'm leaving."
"Cath, come on! Wait!" Grissom scrambled after her, still trying to get his shirt buttoned the rest of the way while his deity left the car, and his eyes watched the sway of her hips, briefly hypnotized. "Cath, come back here!"
She tossed him a look over her shoulder, coy and seductive, and continued sauntering out into the desert, hoping her companion would catch the hint.
Sure enough, moments later the sound of the car being secured was heard, followed by the rushing sounds of Grissom's footsteps. "Sex in the desert. Yes. A much better idea. More space. And maybe we could pretend I'm a cowboy and you're a--"
"No weird cowboy sex either, Gil."
"Damn."
FIN