Disclaimer: Hell, if I owned the show, don't you think it would reflect my stories slightly more?

Rating: R

Spoilers: Nah, not in this chapter.

A/N: Holy crap, it has been a while. What, 6 months? I am so sorry. Talk about your writers block. But it's up now! Joy! It's kind of fluffy. I know. Hold up, I stand corrected. It's very fluffy. As you may have guessed, I like contradicting myself. Enjoy, lads!

Chapter 3: Not For The Eyes Of Young Children

Catherine and Gil lie there, wrapped in each other's gentle embrace, in Gil's bubble bath. They share a long, deep gentle kiss. In the background, soft R&B adds a temperate soundtrack to the aura in the room.

Suddenly, Catherine breaks away from Gil's kiss. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" he asks worriedly.

"No! No, no, honey, everything's wonderful!" Catherine laughs. "I just-wanted to show you something."
She carefully finds a strong hold on the towel rack and tries to stand up. "I recall you complaining that I received the pleasure of seeing your naked ass, but did not return the favor. Happy?" she says, rather giggly.

Gil just sits there in awe, open-mouthed, taking in the sight before him. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything so beautiful. "Close your mouth," she jokes, making her way back into the water.

"Cath-Cat-" he stutters.

Catherine smiles wryly. "What? Like what you saw?"

"Yea, as a matter of fact, I did," he replies, taking the opportunity to shift on top and claim her lips. Her hands began to roam his back, then made his way to his growing erection. This is too much for Gil. "Bed," he mutters, taking the chance to stare into her deep blue eyes, hungry with desire.

"Uh-huh," she agrees, nodding up at him.

They only break away from each other's touch long enough to make it out of the bathtub without slipping. Back on carpet, their bodies become fused together. Catherine jumps up, wrapping her legs around his legs and allowing him to carry her towards his bed. "Oh-Cath, Cath," he moans into her ear before laying her onto the bed.

Before they can go any further, the phone rings. This pisses Gil off. "Don't answer it," Catherine advises, meeting his lips to claim him for herself. Unfortunately, the pesky phone won't stop ringing. Pissed almost to the brink, Gil-much to the disappointment of Catherine-answers the phone.

"What?" he snarls. He listens for a while, then sneers, "Look, I'm taking the day off. So is she. Just take care of it…We're on our way to visit an old friend, so please don't try to reach us! Thank you," he grimaces, slamming the phone down.

"An old friend?" she giggles.

"Yea, well, my old friend, here, doesn't want to be bothered," Gil replied.

"I see," she gets up and makes her way towards him. "Well, tell him," she took the phone out of Gil's hands, "to turn the phone off. Now, Gil, have I told you lately how much I love you? You fill my heart with gladness, take away my sadness, ease my troubles-that's what you do; you fill my life with laughter, you can make it better, ease my troubles-that's what you do," she sings lightly, closing the space between them.

"Well, if you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon, sugar-let me know!" he returns in the same fashion. And with that, he takes her softly to the bed, claiming her lips, her body, her love for the rest of the night.

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