He Said She Said

"He said"...

Lady Heather's Box spoiler...Grissom's POV...Enjoy...

GT;)

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Disclaimer*****CBS owns em, I just channel them...

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I realize there's been quite a bit of speculation about what's has
gone on or is currently going on or will go on…I'd like to comment…

This is very hard for me to articulate, but I'll try...It's simple,
really…

She touches my heart...

Yes, I know what they say about me behind my back..."He has a
heart?"...Yes...I do...

It’s more than her being easy on the eyes...Although she's
lovely...I'm a guy, so I did notice...Give me some credit...

But that's not what I mean...There's something else...Its like
quicksilver...A vulnerability that lurks beneath the surface of
black leather and lace…It slips through my grasp whenever I touch
her...

Did I mention touching her?...

She let me touch her…I was terrified...It was wonderful...

I don't touch other people very often...Well, that's not entirely
true…I don't touch other people very often with my bare hands...I
sometimes find it to be so distractingly pleasurable, nearly
orgasmic, really...The sensation is almost painful in its
intensity...So I avoid it mostly...

Look, I'm a middle-aged scientist...I'm a geek with lots of
issues...You think I don't know that?...

Many of my favourite things are kept behind glass for similar
reasons...I even put her behind glass once...I'm still not sure how
to earn her forgiveness for that...

OK…I screwed up…Royally…

I let myself underestimate her and now I regret it…

I should've just asked for her cooperation…I know that now…I may
have even known it then…I'm not sure…I think I just needed a bit of
professional distance from her after the unnerving way we spent the
previous evening…

I know what you're thinking…

I, myself, suppress no urge to be struck…At least no urge that I'm
aware of…I haven't investigated much in that area, but I'm nearly
certain…

And I harbour no desire to strike her…How could I
ever?...Honestly?...

No…No one hit anyone…

Sure, there were interesting sounds in other areas of the house…But
no screaming in her rooms…It was actually quite peaceful there…
elegant…demure, even…

But I wanted to touch her...

And she was standing so close...And I could smell her hair...And I
wanted to feel it slip between my fingers...And she kept moving
closer...

I hesitated because I was irrationally afraid she'd evaporate...One
touch from me and she would turn into elemental gaseous vapor and
drift away...

I felt the warmth of her breath as she spoke softly to me...Like she
was gentling a small child...

The scared, curious little boy in me responded by smoothing her hair
from her face...

She rubbed her head into my palm lightly...The way cats do
sometimes...

I felt the tingling sensation travel all the way up my arm...It was
exquisite torture...

And later, I touched her more...

She's very soft in places where I'm not...Very soft...And smooth...I
noticed that, too...Her skin is an entirely different texture from
mine...And far less hairy, too...And she smells different...More
feminine, I suppose...Interesting...

My hands are not particularly large for a male, but I can span her
midriff directly above the symphysis pubis with both my thumbs
touching… My pinky fingers nearly reach her ileal crests… She has a
very delicate bone structure…

And she didn't seem to mind my fumbling explorations...Occasionally
she'd make a faint noise...I'm not sure why...Ticklish, mebbe?...

She seemed to understand that I didn't want reciprocation or to
reveal my findings...Not yet...I just wanted the simple pleasure of
leisurely collecting data from a living subject for a
change...Mostly she endured my appraisal by simply watching me,
quietly...

Did I mention that she watches me?...Surreptitiously...Through her
eyelashes...Its very nice...Makes me a little nervous, but not
enough to want her to stop...

When I had studied her to my satisfaction, she smiled at me and
stretched lazily…Then she did the oddest thing…She purred in the
back of her throat, blew a kiss in my direction and seemed to drift
into a light slumber…

I sat on the settee next to her bed and watched her sleep…And
wondering what I should do next…

Hmmm…

"She said"...

I dug a lil deeper and came up with her point of view as well...

Lady Heather's Box spoiler...Lady Heather's POV…Enjoy,
GT;)

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Disclaimer*****CBS owns em, I just channel them...

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I realize there's been quite a bit of speculation about what's has
gone on or is currently going on or will go on…I'd like to comment…

They spend their workaday with him…All manner of examples of man's
inhumanity to man is what they all live and breathe during the hours
when most citizens are sleeping in ignorant bliss…

And up until recently, after hours spent slogging along the unwashed
underbelly of our fair city…He would trudge home…Alone…

He's surrounded himself by a serene cell of his own creation…A
pristine prison…Not to keep himself in, but devised to keep others
out…Comfortable, but a prison nonetheless…

He spends an inordinate amount of time alone…When he can get away
with it…And most in his world let him get away with it…I rarely do…

And then I came along…And all bets were immediately off…

I challenged everything he has invented about himself to present to
outsiders as canon…And I looked into his eyes…It was all there just
beyond the wireframe barrier…

I could see him trying not to flinch under my inspection…I knew he
was uncomfortable…But I pressed his limits a bit further by
encroaching on his personal space…Inch by inch…To his credit, he
stood his ground…A refreshing change…

I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to touch me…But he wasn't
sure if his advances would be welcomed so he hesitated…He became
flippant as a defense mechanism, but I moved closer…

He stiffened…I edged closer still…

He settled and met my steady gaze with a nearly steady one of his
own…I heard his breathing slow deliberately…

He was calming himself…

I waited as he finished his personal tics…The fingers of his left
hand have a tendency to posture gracefully when he's nervous…And he
twitches just beneath his right eye…And he quirks his lips…Charming…

He tried to meet me head-on regarding my lifestyle…"You can always
say stop…"…

Touché', sir, but I'm on to you and what you're up to…"So can you…"…

And then the barrier cracked a bit and he moved towards me this time…
I tried to school my features, but this was no client…This was a man
whom I had wanted to have touch me ever since we'd first exchanged
admiring perusals in my doorway some time ago…I felt a slight quiver
go through me…

I thought at first that he might kiss me…I could almost feel his
lips on mine…I was anticipating the smooth pressure and his unique
taste…

But he simply cradled my head in both hands…Gently…His touch precise
and sure…Finally…No fumbling, either…Kisses might come later, but
for now I was enjoying being fully in the moment…

We stayed like that as time melted away…Him caressing my hair, me
nuzzling his palm with my cheek…

He's a hopeless romantic…I doubt they know that…But it’s my
priviledge to see it reflected in his eyes…

He'd be right at home lolling in a king-sized 4-poster bed on a
rainy Sunday morning…No less than 3 newspapers strewn about…Comics
lost amoung the linens…Fresh bagels and tea and melon nearby…And an
equally romantic woman to tangle with over the crossword puzzle and
wrestle for the right to change the remote from Discovery Channel to
The Cartoon Network…

I'll keep that particular scenario as a secret treat for myself…