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Distracting It - CSI
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Title: Distracting It
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: CSI
Rating: Mature
Summary: It it.
Disclaimer: Not mine, usual guff.
Authors Notes: Written for bowersbabe
Date: 24/10/06
Copyright to Venom, 2006

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"Do you think Sara and Greg are doing it?"

Gil raised an eyebrow. Catherine couldn't see it, but she knew without doubt that he had. "'It?'"

"Yes, It. It it."

"Maybe this word doesn't mean what I think it means."

Catherine would have folded her arms had she been in an upright position. From this angle, though, the most she could manage was to nip at his bare shoulder and grin triumphantly as he yelped. "Stop acting so obtuse, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I've never acted obtuse, Cath."

"What about the time I discovered your pet spiders in my bathtub?" She remembers his 'innocent' look, pleading eyes, pouting bottom lip.

"I really don't know how they got there." He's been saying that since the day it happened, over six months ago.

She doesn't believe him for a second.

"Well then, what about the time we found that dead girl covered in honey with a dollar bill in her... you remember."

"How was I obtuse then?"

"You asked what the honey was for."

"And?"

"And Greg had to launch into a detailed explanation about sex with food." She giggles once at the memory. "As if you didn't already know."

"I wasn't being obtuse then."

"No?"

"No." He kisses the top of her head. "And I was right to question it. if you remember correctly, the honey wasn't foreplay gone wrong."

"No, I remember it. The honey was a practical joke in her shower head."

"Why are we talking about this?"

"You started it."

His hand travels lightly down her side, from breast to hip and Catherine manages to enjoy the light shivers for almost a full minute before she works out what he's doing. "Hey! You never answered my question. Stop trying to distract me."

"You really want to think about it now?"

She nods against his shoulder. "I want an answer."

"I don't think that they are." And that hand moves across her stomach before heading south again.

She will not be distracted. "Why not?"

"Because it's not a nice thought." He shudders underneath her and the vibrations his her in all of the right places.

"So you do think they're doing it?"

The hand that had been traveling south stops and moves up between her legs.

What was she saying?

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