Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: Not my characters/show
Spoilers: Mea Culpa sort of
Summary: See title :) it's very PWP

Catherine walked into her bedroom. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it onto the hope chest at the end of the bed. After removing her pants she walked by the full length mirror, looked herself up and down. She stuck her tongue out at her reflection before turning away from it and removing her bra and underwear.

She pulled her silky green nightie out of the closet and slipped it over her head. She picked up her book, N is for Noose by Sue Grafton and opened it to the page her bookmark marked off.

The phone rang once and she picked it up quickly to avoid waking her little sleeping angel. "Hello."

"Hi," came the purr on the other end.

Catherine smiled and closed her book. She hadn't really wanted to read anyway. "Slow shift?"

"I'm on call." Grissom answered. "How was your day?"

"419. Pretty typical, Warrick and Nick handled it, I sat in my office and did paperwork."

"Not as glorious as you thought, is it?" He asked, an air of teasing in his voice.

"You're so mean."

"I'm never mean!"

"So," she bit her lip, "Since you're on call, shall we get down to the true nature of the call?"

"You've never been one to beat about the bush have you?"

"No."

"What are you wearing?"

"A nightie. It's green and silky. You?"

"Blue dress shirt, top two buttons unbuttoned. Khakis."

"Where's your hand."

He turned away from the door. In case by some freak turn of events someone opened the locked office door, at least he'd be turned away. He unbuttoned the button of his pants and unzipped the fly, "Taking off my pants."

"Ooh, which boxers are you wearing?"

"Black. Plain."

"Not the lady bug ones?"

"I wore those yesterday, they're dirty!"

"Ok, ok, sorry." She apologized, "What's your hand doing now?"

"It's your turn, where's your hand?"

"No, no, I'm not wearing panties tonight, you have to take your boxers off first."

He stood slightly to push his pants and his boxers down his legs. "Ok," He said sitting back down, "Now you."

"I'm slipping the straps of my nightie down my shoulders," she pushed the garment down and released her breasts. "It's around my waist now."

He slipped his eyes shut thinking about Catherine's perfect breasts, "Are your nipples hard, ma chèrie?"

"Yeah, there's a draft in here. How bout you, stud. Are you hard?"

"Cath, just thinking about you makes me hard." He reasoned.

Catherine reached over to the nighttable next to her bed. "Getting the vibrator, Cath?" Grissom asked with a smile.

She pulled it from the drawer. "You know me TOO well, Gil."

"Is it on yet?"

She turned the switch to on and it started up with a whirr, "Yup."

"Wait for me," he requested as he took his erection in his hand, "Ok,"

She pushed the vibrator into her depths and gasped at the feeling, "Gil!" She started to pull out and shoved it back in.

Grissom's hand began to move over his shaft, slowly at first then increasing in speed as he heard Catherine's breathing increase. "Catherine," He bit his lip.

"Come for me, Gil. I'm coming for you!" She cried as she pushed the vibrator deeper inside her.

Grissom felt himself close to release and all it took were a few more strokes and he followed her over the edge.

When they recovered from their orgasms and Grissom redressed himself they sat in their perspective locations listening to the other breathe for a moment.

"When are we going to do this in person?" Catherine asked finally.

"When we're both awake and not working at the same time." He chuckled.

She paused, "I love you, Gil."

"Love you, Cath."