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CSI Fic: Simple Tastes (Gil/OFC, FRAO,Het)
Title: Simple Tastes
Author: Tayla
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Gil/original female character
Rating: FRAO
Category: Romance
Status: Complete December 2001
Feedback: Yes, please. All constructive criticism will be graciously accepted
Disclaimers: CSI:Crime Scene Investigation and its characters belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS broadcasting company. No infringement is intended and the author makes no profit.
Authors Notes: This story has appeared elsewhere as "Ice cream, Brandy and a Fluffy Robe"
Summary: Gil in a fluffy robe, ice cream, brandy, a fireplace and a special lady.
Warnings: Sexual content
It was late. Well early, actually. Three in the morning and Gil couldn’t sleep. He was used to being awake at this time of night and despite the strenuous physical activity earlier he was not sleepy. He felt exhilarated, energized, and also very contented.
He watched her sleep for a while. The slow rise and fall of her breasts. He was tempted to pull back the sheet and caress the smooth skin of her stomach, her arms, her thighs…
But she looked so peaceful. Her face relaxed in sleep. No tension, no worries. He hoped she was having pleasant dreams.
He watched her sleep for a while longer. He knew that if he stayed there, in the bed beside her, he would not be able to resist the temptation to wake her.
He got up and put his robe. He liked the feel of the soft, thick cotton against his skin. She had given it to him that evening, for nights that he stayed with her. It was a thoughtful gesture and it touched him. It was the little things about this woman that attracted him. The extra toothbrush on the sink, the first morning he had woken up with her. And as their relationship grew, there were more little gestures. His brand of shaving cream in the medicine cabinet. His favorite ice cream in the freezer . . .
Ice cream. Good idea. He went into the kitchen and opened the freezer. Yes. It was still there. Gourmet Vanilla. She didn't question his choice. She understood his need for simplicity in his life. Another reason that he enjoyed being with her. Her place was so peaceful. Like a sanctuary for him. There was no blood or bugs or dead bodies. No reminders of the horrors that he faced every night on the job. Just peace and serenity.
He opened the carton and scooped some into a bowl He made his way into the cozy living room. The fire was still burning feebly. He added another log and settled himself on the plush carpet before the fireplace. He watched the flames dance as he thought of the woman asleep down the hallway.
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She woke, alone in the bed. His side was still slightly warm so he hadn't been gone long. She got up, threw on her robe and went looking for him.
She found him in the living room. The light of the fire gave his skin a warm glow. He was half finished with his bowl of ice cream. She opened the door of the liquor cabinet and found the bottle she wanted by touch. She knelt behind him and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Hi there, handsome," she breathed into his ear. "I didn't know you were a midnight snacker." She opened the bottle and poured some over the ice cream still left in the dish.
"What's that?"
"Spanish Brandy"
"Mmm," he offered her a spoonful.
She watched him eat for a few minutes. Then she put her arms around him and slipped one hand inside his robe to stroke the warm flesh of his chest. He felt the first stirrings of desire as her fingertips lightly brushed over his nipple and continued down his rib cage and stomach. Her other hand deftly untied the belt. He set the bowl aside as she slid the robe off his shoulders. He turned to take her into his arms and found that she had already slipped out of her own robe.
She gently touched his face and he turned slightly to kiss the palm of her hand. He pulled her closer and their lips met. She teased her tongue into his mouth. She could taste vanilla and brandy and something that was uniquely Gil. She settled onto his lap. His cool lips traced a path down her neck, to the hollow of her throat and continued between her breasts. His hands cupped her and he felt her nipples harden in his palms. His hands dropped to her hips. He pulled her closer still, as his mouth fastened on one of the stiff buds. She reached and dipped a finger in the melted ice cream still left in the dish. She painted the wetness on her other nipple and then guided his head so that he could lick the sweet stickiness from her. She leaned back and dripped some more onto her flat belly. He chased the drops with his tongue and lapped up the liquid that had puddled in her navel. He laid her back on the thick carpet and continued his journey down her body until his tongue tasted her own personal sweetness mixed with the salt tang of his own essence, the evidence of their earlier lovemaking. He teased and stroked her until he felt her thighs begin to quiver. He rose above her and gazed into her dark eyes as he eased himself into her warm depths. They rocked together, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency until he heard her cry out his name. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and felt his own release.
He collapsed to the floor beside her. He pulled his robe over the both of them as she snuggled close and rested her head on his chest. He gently kissed the top of her head and drifted into a peaceful sleep with the taste of her still on his lips.
Author: Tayla
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Gil/original female character
Rating: FRAO
Category: Romance
Status: Complete December 2001
Feedback: Yes, please. All constructive criticism will be graciously accepted
Disclaimers: CSI:Crime Scene Investigation and its characters belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS broadcasting company. No infringement is intended and the author makes no profit.
Authors Notes: This story has appeared elsewhere as "Ice cream, Brandy and a Fluffy Robe"
Summary: Gil in a fluffy robe, ice cream, brandy, a fireplace and a special lady.
Warnings: Sexual content
It was late. Well early, actually. Three in the morning and Gil couldn’t sleep. He was used to being awake at this time of night and despite the strenuous physical activity earlier he was not sleepy. He felt exhilarated, energized, and also very contented.
He watched her sleep for a while. The slow rise and fall of her breasts. He was tempted to pull back the sheet and caress the smooth skin of her stomach, her arms, her thighs…
But she looked so peaceful. Her face relaxed in sleep. No tension, no worries. He hoped she was having pleasant dreams.
He watched her sleep for a while longer. He knew that if he stayed there, in the bed beside her, he would not be able to resist the temptation to wake her.
He got up and put his robe. He liked the feel of the soft, thick cotton against his skin. She had given it to him that evening, for nights that he stayed with her. It was a thoughtful gesture and it touched him. It was the little things about this woman that attracted him. The extra toothbrush on the sink, the first morning he had woken up with her. And as their relationship grew, there were more little gestures. His brand of shaving cream in the medicine cabinet. His favorite ice cream in the freezer . . .
Ice cream. Good idea. He went into the kitchen and opened the freezer. Yes. It was still there. Gourmet Vanilla. She didn't question his choice. She understood his need for simplicity in his life. Another reason that he enjoyed being with her. Her place was so peaceful. Like a sanctuary for him. There was no blood or bugs or dead bodies. No reminders of the horrors that he faced every night on the job. Just peace and serenity.
He opened the carton and scooped some into a bowl He made his way into the cozy living room. The fire was still burning feebly. He added another log and settled himself on the plush carpet before the fireplace. He watched the flames dance as he thought of the woman asleep down the hallway.
*****************************************
She woke, alone in the bed. His side was still slightly warm so he hadn't been gone long. She got up, threw on her robe and went looking for him.
She found him in the living room. The light of the fire gave his skin a warm glow. He was half finished with his bowl of ice cream. She opened the door of the liquor cabinet and found the bottle she wanted by touch. She knelt behind him and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Hi there, handsome," she breathed into his ear. "I didn't know you were a midnight snacker." She opened the bottle and poured some over the ice cream still left in the dish.
"What's that?"
"Spanish Brandy"
"Mmm," he offered her a spoonful.
She watched him eat for a few minutes. Then she put her arms around him and slipped one hand inside his robe to stroke the warm flesh of his chest. He felt the first stirrings of desire as her fingertips lightly brushed over his nipple and continued down his rib cage and stomach. Her other hand deftly untied the belt. He set the bowl aside as she slid the robe off his shoulders. He turned to take her into his arms and found that she had already slipped out of her own robe.
She gently touched his face and he turned slightly to kiss the palm of her hand. He pulled her closer and their lips met. She teased her tongue into his mouth. She could taste vanilla and brandy and something that was uniquely Gil. She settled onto his lap. His cool lips traced a path down her neck, to the hollow of her throat and continued between her breasts. His hands cupped her and he felt her nipples harden in his palms. His hands dropped to her hips. He pulled her closer still, as his mouth fastened on one of the stiff buds. She reached and dipped a finger in the melted ice cream still left in the dish. She painted the wetness on her other nipple and then guided his head so that he could lick the sweet stickiness from her. She leaned back and dripped some more onto her flat belly. He chased the drops with his tongue and lapped up the liquid that had puddled in her navel. He laid her back on the thick carpet and continued his journey down her body until his tongue tasted her own personal sweetness mixed with the salt tang of his own essence, the evidence of their earlier lovemaking. He teased and stroked her until he felt her thighs begin to quiver. He rose above her and gazed into her dark eyes as he eased himself into her warm depths. They rocked together, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency until he heard her cry out his name. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and felt his own release.
He collapsed to the floor beside her. He pulled his robe over the both of them as she snuggled close and rested her head on his chest. He gently kissed the top of her head and drifted into a peaceful sleep with the taste of her still on his lips.