If y'all still remember this:
"Be My Girlfriend"
NC-17 in part 7
"Gil?" She poked her head into the hotel room. "Gil?" She walked in, "Are you in here?"
She received no answer, "Damn it, where did you go?" She demanded. She saw Vince walking down the hall, "Hey Vince. You seen Gil?"
"He's down by the pool isn’t he?"
"I just looked there." She looked down.
"What's the matter?"
"I don't know." She answered truthfully.
Grissom had decided to take his own walk. He was mad, he couldn't see Dale and he couldn't see Catherine right now. He needed to be alone. His mind was flooded with thoughts. Thoughts of Gretchen. . . Dale kissing Gretchen. . . then back to Catherine! Catherine! He could NOT believe that he saw Dale kiss Catherine. She didn't protest damn it!
He felt so betrayed. It's not like they were REALLY going out or anything, but it was the principle of the matter. She was here with HIM and as far as everyone else was concerned they WERE going out. Damn her! Damn that Catherine Willows!
When it started getting dark he headed back towards the hotel, he hadn't even realized he was gone for so long.
As he walked towards the room, Catherine opened the door, ran up to him and embraced him, "Gil! Thank god!" She cried, "Where did you go? I was looking for you all day!"
"I'll bet." He grumbled and jerked away from her.
"What? Gil, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" He demanded. My god! This woman has some nerve. "How can you possibly ask me that?!"
"Gil, you aren't making any sense." She grasped his hand.
"Just don't touch me."
"What's gotten into you?"
"I think the more pertinent question is WHO has gotten into YOU?"
Her jaw fell open in shock, "What, may I ask, is THAT supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means!"
She slapped him hard across the face, "Damn you, Gil Grissom! How fucking dare you say that? If you think that I would. . . you don't know me at ALL!"
"So. . . you didn't. . ." He held his burning cheek.
"No!" She yelled, walking back towards the room, "Of fucking course not! I came here with you! And I'll tell you something else. . ." She gritted her teeth.
"But I saw you kissing!"
"I fell! He caught me!"
Grissom's heart clenched up in his chest. What wrath had he just unleashed?
"I love you!" She screamed angrily and slammed the door so hard that the wall painting fell off the wall and Grissom was sure that the whole building shook.
He bit his lip. He chuckled nervously. "Whoops. . ."
"Catherine!" Grissom pounded on the door again, "Catherine please open the door! I don’t like to grovel in public! Catherine pl-"
The door opened and Catherine stood glaring at Grissom. "Get in here."
He moved inside quickly afraid of having the door slammed in his face. "Cath,"
"Grissom. Wait." She held a hand up to silence him. Grissom winced at the sudden using of his last name, "Let me just say one thing before you grovel, and there better be groveling, I canNOT believe you think I'm that much of a whore. Ignoring the fact that I'm here with YOU, I've known Dale for less than 24 hours. You think I'd fuck someone I didn't even know."
He waited to make sure she was finished, "Your turn," she said, "Start groveling."
"Get on your knees."
"How badly do you want me to hear you out?" She crossed her arms across her chest indignantly.
He looked around making sure no one was looking. He slowly got to his knees. "Catherine," he looked up at her, "I am so sorry. Words can't even express how sorry I am and how stupid I was." He leaned against her legs.
"Do you really think I would do that?"
"Back in college. I had a girlfriend named Gretchen, she was a psychology major, I was in love with her and I felt like all I'd ever need in life was her." He said slowly, "Then one night I saw her with Dale. She kissed him and. . . I didn't want to believe it at first. But a couple days later, I found them in a rather. . . delicate situation. I didn't think Gretchen would do something like that either. I saw you and Dale and what I THOUGHT was a kiss and I just. . . 'freaked out' to quote Lindsey."
Catherine smiled, her hand reaching out and stroking his hair. "Gil. . ." She reached for his hands and helped him up.
"I was just scared." He continued, "Scared I lost you before I even had you."
She leaned against his chest. "Gil,"
"Did you mean what you said?"
"When you said. . . you loved me?"
"Yes," she answered simply. "I love you."
"That's a relief." He smiled at her, "I love you, too."
She nipped gently at his lip and then captured his mouth in a ravishing kiss. "Remember what I promised you last night?"
"Uh-huh." He pulled her into his arms and she straddled his waist.
"Take me," she purred in his ear. Grissom didn't need any more encouragement as he brought her to the bed and laid her down. Grissom's hands slide over her chest and when his hands brushed over her crotch she bucked up into his hand. "Gil, *please*!"
"Gil, don't tease!" She moaned bucking her hips again. "I need-" She moaned again as Grissom's hand snaked down her pants.
"What do you need?" He grinned.
"You-" She felt his fingers brush against her clit, "-inside me."
He slipped two fingers into her wetness, "Like this?"
"It's a start," she said with a gasp as his fingers began to plunge in and out, his palm slamming into her center. "Don't stopppp!"
Catherine started to tighten around his fingers as she came violently. Her body writhed in fathomless pleasure. She didn't have time to recover before she felt Grissom's tongue dart out and into her delicious wetness. She cried out as Grissom brought her to the edge again. He latched onto her and sucked for all he was worth. She grabbed the sheets and gripped it till her knuckles were white.
"Ohhh, God Gil!" She moaned wiping at her sweat soaked forehead. "Why didn't you ever tell me you could DO that?"
"If I went around telling everyone, I'd have to do it all day!"
"I wouldn't complain," She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him up to her.
"I bet." He grinned as she kissed him. She could taste herself on his lips and groaned.
"Ok, pants off, Gil Grissom."
"You're not too tired?"
"Don't flatter yourself," she winked.
Grissom stood and quickly pulled his pants down. Climbing back onto the bed he positioned himself over her. "Uh-uh," She said placing a hand on his arm. Before he knew what she was doing he was laying on his back and Catherine was straddling his hips. "Like this, baby."
She grabbed his erection, eliciting a deep throated groan from Grissom. "That's all I needed to hear, baby." She guided his erection into her.
He gasped his appreciation. She rose up and drove down again. Her manner became more frantic and frenzied. "Ohhh," Grissom bit his lip, "Catherine!" He grunted as his orgasm tore through his body, dragging Catherine over the edge as she screamed out his name.
She collapsed onto his chest. "Now we're even." Grissom said kissing Catherine's forehead.
"You didn't tell me YOU could do THAT, so we're even."
The ceremonies took place in the morning and the hotel was alive with partying well into the night. Catherine and Grissom got a chance to really bond as lovers. They were thankful for this time. They wouldn't have to worry about nosy Greg, jealous Sara or boisterous Nick and Warrick.
Catherine excused herself from the table to find the dessert cart. Dale sat down next to Grissom and watched Catherine glide across the floor, she was floating on air. Not literally, but it almost seemed to be true.
Dale shook his head, "I've gotta hand it to you, Bugman. That right there is a perfect woman."
"Don't think I don't know it."
"Might have to steal her from you." Grissom glared at him. "it was a joke, pal, relax. Gretchen was a LONG time ago. We were kids in college. I've grown up, give me a little credit!" Grissom went back to his drink. "So what do you think the future holds for you and Catherine Willows?"
Grissom cocked his head to the side in thought. He caught Catherine's eye and she smiled lovingly at him and he smiled back. He turned back to Dale, "I think we're going to play it by ear."
"Hi Dale," Catherine greeted.
"Hey Catherine," He smiled, "If you two lovebirds'll excuse me, I just saw someone I'd like to talk to."
"I brought you some cookies," She said handing a plate of cookies to Grissom. "You've been a very good boy."
"So you're rewarding me with pastries?"
"Well I can't exactly reward you with the other thing in the middle of a dining hall, now can I?"
"Well," He started, thinking. She slapped his arm playfully. "Ok, ok. But how bout a kiss."
"That's do-able." She pressed her lips to his and gave him a long kiss.
"So, I guess we have to start thinking about whether we're going to keep doing this when we get back to Vegas."
"Well, I don't know," Catherine bit her lip, "I do have a boyfriend now."
"Anyone I know?"
"I don't think so. . ."
"What's he like?"
"Well, he's very very smart, he's kind of a nerd," she said with a wink, "He collects bugs, but he is *so* handsome and sexy even though he doesn't know it. And God, he gives me the BEST orgasms ever."
"Hmm, maybe I should get him to give me a few pointers."
A smile broke out on Catherine's face and Grissom pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Catherine Willows, I love you."
"I love you, too." She whispered against the skin on his forehead. "Here," she reached down to the plate, "Have a cookie."
Back on the road again Catherine sat with both her legs on the floor. That was a battle she let Grissom win this time around. This time she was anything but sleepy.
He didn't take his eyes off the road, "Hmm?"
"Wanna play a game?"
"Catherine!" He groaned.