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Grissom gave me a look. "How can you laugh at a time like this?" he questioned and I spread my hands, letting the rain wash down my body. "Come on, Gil, when was the last time you played in the rain?" I asked and spun around, laughing more as lightling cut a jagged pattern across the sky. Looking at Grissom, standing there in his tuxedo, dripping wet, I almost expected him to be confused, even a little pissed. Instead, he laughed too, reaching and catching me in an embrace, tickling my exposed ribs. I giggled, trying to get away and I ended up on the hood of the Tahoe, flat on my back, out of breath. "Ah! Gil, I can't breathe!" I exclaimed, the rain still pelting us, laughing with what little breath I had in my body. His eyes held a glint of humor as he bent down to kiss me, no longer chase but insistant, nearly pleading, tongue warring with mine in a fight for dominance.

Like always, I surrendered, his arms gathering me in hug, plundering my mouth, making me gasp. Not thinking, I reached up, pulling off his jacket, tossing it on the roof behind me, working on his tie. Breaking the kiss, Grissom smiled at me, amused. "I thought you said you didn't like exibitionism," he said, undoing the back of my dress and the tie fell into my hands, joining the jacket, my shoes hitting the dirt. "No one's around," I replied with what I knew was a preadatory smile and undid his pants, wet clothes sliding between my fingers.

"Good point," he answered and slid the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts to the night air and the rain, nipples hardening on their own. Grissom bent forward and licked before sucking, forcing my priorities to change from undressing him to keeping that feeling on my body. My fingers buried themselves in his hair, thick and wet, eyes fluttering shut, a gasp escaping me. Suddenly I felt something hard press against my thigh and the lighting struck again, forcing me to open my eyes. Grissom stood naked, bending over my half naked form and I frowned, sliding my hand up his bare arm. "How did...you..." I tried to ask and he lifted his head from my breasts, giving me a smile. "You were otherwise occupied so I took the liberty of removing them," he said simply and I smiled, reaching down, grabbing his cock, rain making it warm and slick. "Less talk; more sex."

Leaning into my touch, he nodded, pulling my dress and underwear off with a haste that the rain seemed to recognize, falling faster. I felt him push at my entrance and I moaned, grabbing his ass in both hands, pulling him forward and into me sharply, my growl met with his startled exclamation of, "Shit!" My hands moved to the back of Grissom's neck, pulling him closer as my body adjusted to the new intruder, water beading on his lips and eyelashes. "Don't hold back," I implored even though my body felt like it was being split into. 'I hope it can just get used to this...' I begged silently and licked the big vein in his neck.

Suddenly, his hands found the slopes of my hips, pulling out before shoving back in roughly, eyes flashing in passion. "I won't," he promised in a low, sex laced voice and I cried out in pleasure/pain. My hips jerked to meet his, pulling him deeper, feeling filled, his name leaving from my lips when I finally found my voice. The pain disappeared and all that was left was pleasure, his body pistoning hard inside of mine, big hands leaving welts on my hips, our skin gliding across each other's from the rain. 'I've never felt anything like this before...' I thought and Grissom bent down, teeth gracing the skin of my shoulder, my back arching, nipples scrapping across his chest hair. A low growl filtered pass his lips, a hand reaching to grab a fist full of my soaked hair. "Natasha..." he breathed. "Please...I need you." I gasped, shocked, feeling the warmth that had gathered in my stomach spread as my climax took me by surprise. Thunder rumbled in the clouds as my eyes flew open but unseeing, my vision splashing to white, fading to black. I felt my lover thrust a few more times before succumbing himself, twitching inside me as he came, a howl falling from his lips into the storm.

Pulling back, Grissom collaspsed next to me on the hood face up, the rain becoming lighter as the storm passed, his breathing ragged. The last drops to crossed my face as another Nevada flash rain moved on and I rolled over into his embrace, his skin still damp. "That was...increadible," Grissom said, still staring up.

"Yeah..." I replied, still feeling what I called the Post Sex Cuddles and I snuggled the skin between his ribs. "I finally figured it out."

"What?"

I smiled. "You're a wolf," I said, meeting his questioning gaze. "Your animal is a wolf."

Grissom chuckled before becoming quiet. "Wolves mate for life," he replied softly and I frowned. "Well, when they find other wolves," I answered cautiously and I felt his fingers on my spine. "I think I like tigers better," Grissom reasoned and planted a kiss on the top his head. "I love you."

'You know, I'm going to have to get used to him saying that,' I thought, pulling him closer. "I love you too...but we still have a problem," I pointed out and Grissom sat up looking at me. "What's that?"

"We're locked out of the truck, Gil." An embaressed smile greeted me. "Oh...I had forgot because...well..."

"Do they have naked AAA?" I questioned and Grissom blinked. "Wait..." he said slowly. "I think I have one of those Hide-A-Key under my bumper..." Sliding off the hood, he bent down, pulling out a little black box, opening it to reveal a key. "Here..."

I slid off the hood as well, throwing an arm around his waist. "And you remember *after* we get wet?" I questioned and he blushed. "Was it well worth it?" Grissom asked, pulling on his boxers and throwing on his shirt, buttoning it up.

My dress was still on the hood and I grabbed it along with his jacket and tie from the roof. "Quite," I smiled, handing them to him. I was re-clothed in half the time he was, wringing out his clothes and helping him before we got back in the car.

"Dry cleaning is going to cost a hell of alot," I muttered, tugging at his jacket and he shrugged, starting the car. "Small price to pay. Ready?"

"To go where?"

"Home...where we can re-enact this over again," Grissom said, smirk tugging at his lips and I leaned back, chuckling. "And you say *I'm* out of libido...just hope we don't scar poor Otis for life."

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