Title: Irresistible
Author: Beverly aka Bev *too*
Beta: Jessica aka sexyhugh88, thank's, honey
Prompt: #001 "Beginnings"
Summary: Someone thinks late at night...
Warning: none
Spoilers: none
Feedback: highly appreciated...I'm a feedback-whore *laughs*

A soft breath against his neck makes him shiver. Slowly, he opens his eyes, taking in the familiar surrounding of his bedroom, and the unfamiliar warmth of a body behind him. Strong arms, now relaxed in sleep, encircle his waist. Holding him tight. Secure.

How could this happen? WHEN did this happen? It wasn't only about last night. Last night had been just the last, inevitable step in their relationship.

When the hell DID this relationship start?

Gil Grissom doesn't turn around. He doesn't have to. He knows the man who's cuddled up against him as well as he knows himself. He knows how his eyes sparkle when he finds a clue everybody else missed. Knows how compassionate his voice sounds when he has to bring a family bad news. Knows that he can be as hard as a rock and as gentle as a kitten.

And that he loves him.

A little shocked, he feels a shiver run down his spine, causing the man behind him to involuntarily pull him closer.

Love?

Whoa. Okay. Where the hell did that thought come from? They never talked about love. Never talked about this...relationship either.

It just happened. Simply began. One look, one touch, one kiss. And suddenly everything seemed to click into place. One kiss followed another, hands started to wander over shirts, and finally, over soft skin.

He remembers clearly the first time he heard that little hitch in his lover's breathing the moment he closed his hand around his erection. He can still feel the frantic movements against his body. He closes his eyes and recalls the breathy moan of his name when his lover finally came all over his hand and stomach, the semen warm and a little sticky.

The hand on his stomach suddenly tightens a little, pulling him closer at first, then relaxing again. After a few moments, the hand begins to caress his stomach softly.

"I can hear you thinking," a voice behind him grumbles sleepily. Feeling a little guilty, he turns around, and gazes into the relaxed face of his lover.

His lover.

It still sounds a little weird, but it's something he could definitely get used to. "Sorry if I woke you."

The hand gently wanders deeper, over his stomach, to his slowly awakening erection. "No, you're not," the other man murmures with barely hidden laughter in his voice. Now Gil’s glad he turned around. He needs to look into the eyes of the other man. He's still not quite sure how this could happen.

"Why?" he asks quietly, as his gaze roams over the almost painfully familiar face before him.

Sleepily, one dark eye opens. "Why what?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

He HAS to know. Has to know that this isn‘t only a one time fling. An itch that needs to be scratched. Or something the other man simply had to get out of his system.

The other eye opens, a smile creeping over the handsome features.

"Because you're irresistible."

A kiss follows. A quick press of lips against lips. He frowns. Irresistible? Not quite the word he would use to describe himself.

"You're overthinking it again, Gil," he hears, the texas-drawl more obvious now by his sleepiness. He smiles. Caught.

"Do I?"

Nick Stokes shifts, pulling Gil even closer to his body, though that‘s hardly possible. Skin on skin. They touch each other from head to toe. He can smell himself on Nick's skin, can feel his heartbeat as if it‘s his own. Nick's breath is warm on his face. Kiss.

"Yes, you do."

Another kiss, and this time he opens his mouth a bit, inhales when Nick exhales, drinks in the other man's breath. Nick takes it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue strokes gently over his lips, begging for entrance, and with a deep moan, Gil gives in.

Who cares who started it? And why?

The beginning hasn't been all Harlequin Romance like, with rose petals, violins, and fire works. Instead, it‘s been soft and gentle. At some times passionate. And so much better than anything he could have ever hoped for.

He closes his eyes, lets his lover take over, and stops thinking.

The End