Fic: Apres Sex
Author: Dee
Pairing: Gil Grissom/Nick Stokes
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Fluff
Disclaimer:Not mine, not now, not ever!

Apres Sex - One

Wow, that was great. Then again it always is, so did that make it ordinary - no of course it didn't it's always THAT great. Oh, I love him.

God, I'm hot, sweating like the proverbial...as usual really. S'funny I feel as relaxed as always but my poor ol' body thinks it's run five miles at full speed. He never gets this sweaty - he just looks warm and relaxed and wonderful and loveable. Oh God, I love him so much.

Ugh, I'm sticky. You'd think for a couple of horn dogs that the amount of times we ejaculate there'd be a lot less fluid involved but the body must compensate and manufacture more - supply and demand I guess....I'll ask him about that when I think about it.....he'll probably know the answer 'cause he knows weird shit like that. He's so intelligent, I love him for that.

I can feel his belly against mine. It's so soft but firm, not hard and muscular like mine. He's jealous about mine - I know he is - but Dad and my bro' are just the same build - hell, if I didn't work out I'd be a strip o' wire. Come to think about it Mom and the girls are the same build, genetics then. But, I like his softness. No, I love it; it's just so comfortable to cuddle up to. He keeps threatening to work out, but I don't think he will, he's always too busy; not interested more likely. I hope he doesn't. He's just so perfect and I love him so much.

My arm's going to sleep. I'll have to move him soon. Don't want to because we're so close but his arm is under me and that'll be feeling dead round about now. His arms - they're so powerful, you'd think to look at them they'd be soft, like his belly - I mustn't tell him that - but they are hard and muscular and strong. I love him for being strong for me.

He's awake - I can see his chin twitching. His dimple is so wonderful; I like to run my tongue up it before I kiss his lips. I try not to whine when he says he's going to grow his beard again. But I don't like it that much. I love his face on show. His dimple, his double chin - must NEVER say that - he's so handsome, beautiful to me. I love him so very much.

Oh God. Little Nicky is twitching. How stupid is it for a grown man to call his penis a name. I never say, and he never says, 'Little Gil'. No, he wouldn't would he - after all he ain't little is he? Oh no sirree that's one substantial attraction he has there. Should I be jealous? Do straights get jealous? Do gays get jealous? Don't know. I'm not jealous - it's powerful, it's magnificent, it's mine, all mine all the time. He would never put it to work elsewhere. I love him.

I love those blue, almost black eyes, staring at me... oh hello?

"Hey."

Apres Sex - Two

He'll be the death of me - what a way to go though. I wander who'd process the scene. Oh God I hope it's not Sara. Ugh....just too awful to consider. What on earth am I thinking about death and Sara for? I have THE most beautiful man lying in my arms - so close to me, sated from the pleasure I have given him. He loves me - he just whispered it to me.

He's really hot - sexual exertion always seems to make him perspire heavily. I'm quite hot......actually he's told me I'm very hot....I must check it out though I would think it's normal, but I'd rather understand the mechanics of it - I don't want to exacerbate it if something is wrong. No, nothing's wrong, he's just youthful and exuberant. Mustn't tell him that, he keeps reminding me he's well into his thirties and not youthful. He's so endearing when he says that - doesn't want to admonish me - he loves me so much.

We're sticky, but using condoms just isn't an option for me, or him. We need to savour our bodies, our natural emissions, I need to feel him, everything. We really should wear them when we penetrate each other - there is a real threat of infection even for us. I couldn't go back to them now. Having experienced heavenly paradise I cannot return to earthly pleasures. Good lord where is all this rhetoric coming from - he's finally succeeded in liquefying my brains. I think he loves me too much....no he doesn't, how can I possibly think that. I have never been so loved.

I can feel his body against me from top to bottom. Well.....not his ass. My hand is on one of his butt cheeks. God, it's heaven, I swear it, the toned gluteus maximus beneath my fingers and palm. His body is fabulous, every single cell screams fabulous to me. Mine is certainly not what it was...who am I kidding, it's never been as his is, ever. I might try a bit of working out, see what I can do. He doesn't want me to. I know it because he's always saying how much he loves my body and after all he uses me as a pillow practically every time we lie together. I think he does love me like this...no, I know he does I can see it in his eyes.

My arm's going to sleep, I'll have to wake him to move us shortly, no, I won't, he's awake I can tell.

He's relaxed against me, his eyes are closed with those 'too good to be real' eyelashes lying on his cheeks. They're fluttering just minutely. I can see them without my eye glasses because we're so close. HE IS BEAUTIFUL. I cannot believe he is here with me. I wonder if a beard would suit him...I have seen him with a couple of day's worth of beard but it wasn't a thick growth. He doesn't like mine...I know he's never said so in so many words but he's so happy when I've shaved it off and damn if he hasn't got a fixation with my dimple. I've never paid much attention to it but I've seen him staring at it with adoration. God, he loves me.

His penis is twitching against me. This man of mine is insatiable and incorrigible. When I think how beautiful his body is, it is always a naked Nick I envisage. His genitalia are absolutely perfectly in proportion to his body size. His flaccid penis, pale and circumcised, his testicles packaged neatly in his scrotum. He makes me feel like some ungainly bull in comparison. Okay I'm big, I know this but I wouldn't call me aesthetically pleasing to the eye. Oh, for goodness sake Grissom, pull yourself together - does HE care about that? He begs for me to enter him, he can deep throat me, he has wicked hands - he loves me.

He loves me.

He is MY whole life.

I wander what he's thinking I can almost hear him.........

"Hey."

Epilogue

"Is it completely impossible for you not to think out loud?"

"My arm's going to sleep."

"Mmm and mine"

"Did I tell you recently that I love you?"

"'Bout ten minutes ago.....give or take."

"S'okay then. Just so you know."

"Actually I do know."

"You do? How's that work then?"

"Because when I say to you, 'Nicky, my love, please go get a wash cloth to clean us up a bit', you'll do it immediately without complaint or argument, won't you?"

"Well.......only if you promise me you'll never work out and never grow your beard back?"

"Sounds fair"

"It does? Yes, it does. Sex makes you compliant - I must try asking for favours more often."

"Whatever you want, if it is in my power to give, I will give to you...providing you get the wash cloth, of course."

"I love you."

"I love you."

The end