Natural Progressions

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Author's Note: Blame Billy, Marg and Shania for these little pieces. They keep Acting these out in my head!
Dedication: To Aby as always and you certainly know why girl! To VividlyBlue for Reading all my crap no matter how bad or sick! LOL


Chapter 11: You Lay A Whole Lot Of Love On Me

He sat in the sparse shade offered by the lonely tree and watched them. How could he be so lucky as to have two gorgeous females want him in their lives? And to make it even better he didn't have to choose.

Grissom watched Catherine as she pushed her daughter Lindsey higher on the swing. They were both enjoying themselves, giggling and laughing, and he was caught up in their fun. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Catherine. She was so sexy, so stunning even her casual movements looked sultry to him.

I can feel your body tugging gently on my mind
Stirring up a feeling I thought I'd never find
Ever since I met you, babe, I've been living in a dream
You lay a whole lot of love on me
A whole lot of love me

'Down, Gil boy,' he thought, chastising himself. 'This is a public place and there are kids about.'

Grissom had been a student of human nature for most of his life, a people watcher. He'd learned to recognise what the different types of body language were trying to tell him. In the end though it had taken Catherine's statement of love, for him to be able to read her accurately.

He'd seen lovers and their complicated dances of courtship, but had never been lucky enough to take part in the moves with the right partner, and had given up on the hope of ever doing so. Even when he'd realised how his feelings for the strawberry blonde firecracker were altering, he'd never suspected she could harbour the same thoughts about him.

I get warm all over when you get close to me
Then I start to tremble from my head down to my feet
I become your piece of clay to do with as you please
You lay a whole lot of love on me
A whole lot of love on me

Just watching her do the most mundane things could spark off a deeper desire in him, more than a night of passionate sex had ever done with any of his previous partners. He chuckled at the thought; he knew the three younger CSIs on their shift thought their supervisor led an almost monastic life. They would probably be surprised to know that he'd had any previous romantic attachments, but hell, he was only human and he had the same needs and desires as Warrick and Nick. He'd just never been as obvious or public about them as they were. At least...not until now.

He shook his head smiling. Catherine had changed all that, and the rest of the team were having far too much fun at his expense as a result. There were some nights, when things were slow, that one or another of them would put Catherine up to some mischief and she was just sassy enough to comply.

Like the night he had been studying slides, from an old cold case, under the microscope. Nick, Warrick and Sara had all tried different tactics to distract him for the sheer hell of it. They'd all know it was highly unlikely that he would discover anything new in his findings this time, after all he hadn't before.

Then Catherine had taken a hand in the proceedings and things had gotten interesting. He'd heard her enter the lab and had expected some sarcastic comment about beating his head up against a brick wall again, but she hadn't said a thing. Instead she'd just brought a stool up next to his and sat down.

Brushing her thigh lightly against his, she'd leaned over and purred in his ear, "Whatcha doin'?"

He tried to suppress a shudder, and failed. He was sure he heard Nick Stokes snort at his reaction, but ignored it, trying to stay concentrated on the slides before him. "The Johnson case," he replied, keeping his voice low so it wouldn't crack.

Catherine raised her arm to brush back a stray hair that had fallen over her face and managed to slide her hand up his arm in the same swift action. Just the mere touch of her made his stomach tighten. He could already feel his desire for her beginning to grow. Trying to school his reactions and dampen his ardour, he cleared his throat and refocused his attention on his work.

"Find anything new?" she asked innocently. She leaned forward as if to examine one of the slides and placed her hand on his leg. Suppressing the chuckle that rose in her throat, Catherine looked up into Grissom's eyes as she allowed her fingers to trace a slow tight circle on the inside of his thigh. Even through his pant leg she could feel his muscles twitch and his temperature rise.

Grissom almost strangled on the groan he tried to stop escaping his lips. If she didn't stop now it wouldn't be only his temperature that was rising. "I know what you're trying to do," he told her, hearing the desire in his own voice.

This time she did chuckle and flexing her fingers she slid the back of her hand along his member. "Is it working?"

'Oh God,' he thought in mild panic, 'she has to ask?' "What do you think?" was all he said, however.

Moving till her lips were only inches a way from his she looked him in the eye and said, "I think I want to have you naked on the desk in your office... right now."

That was almost too much for him to cope with. He groaned quietly and she watched his pupils dilate. "If you think I'm going to help you win a bet with them..."

Catherine interrupted him, "What bet, honey?" she said coyly.

Thankfully he was saved from capitulation by Captain Jim Brass' entrance. "You'll have to get a room later love birds," he told them sarcastically, "there's been a multiple over at the Golden Nugget and you're all required to attend."

All five CSIs groaned in unison. A multiple an hour before the end of shift meant overtime, maybe even pulling a double.

"Oh well," Catherine replied, giving Grissom a quick peck on the cheek." I'll guess we'll have to continue this later." What no one saw was her rubbing her hand along Grissom's crotch and the man's titanic effort not to squirm.

'Was that a threat or a promise?' he wondered to himself and didn't know if he really wanted to know the answer.

Coughing to clear his throat, he told them to proceed to the crime scene and that he'd join them directly.

"All means you to, Gil," Brass retorted angrily.

Grissom looked over his shoulder into the older man's irate features. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes," he assured the detective in his most calm and authoritative manner. "I just have a few things to take care of first." He was thankful that the detective was no longer his boss for that gave him some leeway. There was no way he was going to embarrass himself by trying to stand just now.

"I'll bet there is," he heard Sara mumble as she trooped out of the room after the others, all of them sharing a laugh at his expense. It was all meant in good-naturedly, so he couldn't really find it in himself to be angry with them. He just wished that they'd pick on someone else for a change.
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"Gil?" The voice jolted him back to the here and now with a start.

"Nancy's here to take Lindsey home," Catherine told him as he noticed them standing directly in front of him.

"Oh, sorry," he apologised, "I was miles away." He admitted candidly.

Nancy gave him a knowing smirk. "We sort of gathered that," she said chuckling. She had as wicked a sense of humour as her sister, and as infectious a laugh as her niece. "I'll get Lindsey her dinner and settle her for the night," she told both her sister and Grissom, "you'll pick her up at the usual time?"

Grissom nodded, catching Lindsey as she launched herself into his lap, threw her arms around his neck and gave him a goodbye kiss. She didn't like it when her day out ended like this, but knew her mom and Uncle Gil had to work that night so it wouldn't be fair to hang around and get in their way.

"Sure, Nancy," Catherine assured her sister, "unless of course something unexpected comes up to delay us, then I'll call and let you know."

The look she gave Gil made him realise that she had a good idea about what he'd been daydreaming over. Though he didn't know how she did it, she often knew what he was thinking before he voiced his thoughts. It unnerved him from time to time as it did now.

They walked Nancy and Lindsey to Nancy's car, said their goodbyes again and then Catherine and Gil headed for his SUV. Closing the door and starting up the engine, Gil reached around for his seatbelt as Catherine asked, "Can we take the back roads home?"

He turned to look at her, his suspicions rising and his gut tightening at what he thought might be coming next. "Why?" he asked as he backed out of the parking space.

Catherine gave him a mischievous grin answering, "'Cause its quieter and I've got my own stick shift I want to play with," and she leaned toward him drawing her fingertips playfully along his shaft.

Grissom groaned, tightening his grip on the steering wheel, this was going to be a testing journey home.

You lay a whole lot of love on me