Las Vegas.

[gris_bug_man]

She's two days old and absolutely perfect. Her eyes are wide, taking in all she sees around her, the few times she isn't sleeping.

He had heard stories of how frazzled new parents were during the first days of a child's life. He is used to sleep deprivation and staying up at odd hours. In that sense, his routine has not change.

But now it consists of listening to gentle breathing in the stillness of a room, quiet giggles when he bends to pick her up.

For the second time in his life, Gil Grissom fell in love at first sight.

He sits in a rocking chair, giving Georgia another feeding. And cannot honestly claim to have ever been happier.

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[jack_inthegreen]

Jack watches them, a smile of contentment on his face.

[gris_bug_man]

"Sara and Catherine sent the rocking chair," he says after a bit, smiling over at Jack. "I will have to thank them."

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack nods. "It suits you."

[gris_bug_man]

She fusses after a moment, pushing away the bottle. He knows enough not to force feeding and sets it down, raising her to his shoulder and rubbing her back.

"I will admit I am surprised by how natural this feels," he says quietly, the wonder returning to his voice.

[jack_inthegreen]

"You've been a childless father for a very long time," Jack observes.

[gris_bug_man]

"A childless father? I would not have called it such, but it is accurate," he says thoughtfully, wiping at Georgia's mouth.

She yawns pinkly and he gets up, carrying her over to the cradle.

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack smiles. "It's merely been waiting for you." He holds out his arms once the baby is carefully lain down.

[gris_bug_man]

He lets Jack hold him, resting his head on his shoulder, listening to him breathe.

"I love you," he says quietly.

[jack_inthegreen]

"I love you too. And I love seeing you this happy."

[gris_bug_man]

"And it only took one persistent fertility god," he says with some amusement, laughing when Jack's fingers attack his ribs in revenge.

[jack_inthegreen]

"Persistent and determined," Jack says with a nod and kisses where he tickled.

[gris_bug_man]

A breath and a glance at the crib, making sure she's asleep.

"This might be better continued elsewhere," he comments, fingers running through Jack's hair.

[jack_inthegreen]

"Where would you suggest?" Jack says, blinking. "If you're worried about exposing her to the primal scene she's two days old. She can't even focus her eyes yet."

[gris_bug_man]

"I don't think we've christened the spare-room couch," he comments. It's right next door and they would hear Georgia should she begin to fuss.

Call it repression, but he's already decided Jack will explain the birds and bees to Georgia, when the time comes.

[jack_inthegreen]

Mun wishes she could give Gil noogies right now.

"Spare room couch, then," Jack says, shaking his head, and rolls to his feet.

[gris_bug_man]

Mun disavows all responsibility for Gil. She is merely the channel.

"Or here is fine," he amends, mentally thwaping himself. Not like it would traumatize her.

Mmmm, Jack-neck is so tasty.

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack tilts back his head, holding Gil's shoulders, and whispers, "Not if you'll be uncomfortable."

[gris_bug_man]

"I'll be fine," he says sincerely, pulling back to look him in the eyes. "Though if we wake her up, we may then decide to change locations. But for now," and he resumes his previous activities.

[jack_inthegreen]

Mm, previous activities. He starts unbuttoning Gil's shirt, to run his fingertips over his chest.

[gris_bug_man]

That earns him nibbled ears and hands down his back. Gil trusts this isn't a problem.

[jack_inthegreen]

Oh, no, never.

Hopefully Gil likes having his neck licked and chest kissed, too.

[gris_bug_man]

Oh, he does, very much. Probably explains the muttered latin and determined effort to banish the evil known as clothing.

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack laughs softly and answers in Gaelic as he pulls off Gil's shirt.

[gris_bug_man]

"That probably would be best," he says with an answering laugh, hands on Jack's belt. "But I'd invest in some firm pillows first."

[jack_inthegreen]

"Wuss," he teases and kisses Gil's stomach.

[gris_bug_man]

"Pardon me for---" a sharp hiss "--not wishing to sprain my back."

Turnabout's fair play and Gil's hands go exploring.

[jack_inthegreen]

"Oh, my love, I'd protect you. Take good care of you. Not twist you in possible directions." He smirks. "Mostly."

[gris_bug_man]

"My hero," he says dryly, before moving down and finding a far better application for his mouth.

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack hisses and his body arches, and his hands thrust into Gil's hair.

[gris_bug_man]

Whenever he focuses his attention on something, he strives to be thorough.

Needless to say, very good things are happening to Jack right now. Gil has a talented tongue.

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack loves Gil's tongue. Jack loves many things about Gil but his tongue is right up there right now.

[gris_bug_man]

Normally he'd follow through, but he has something else in mind, and gradually eases off.

He kisses Jack hungrily. "In me. And don't hold back."

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack turns Gil onto his back without question, kissing him deeply, and breaks off only long enough to find some lubricant and prepare Gil's body.

[gris_bug_man]

Mun really should find a proper sex icon.

He groans, louder than he intended, when Jack pushes in and begins to move.

He loves the pleasurepain, the slight burn, the overwhelming connection.

[jack_inthegreen]

It's an amazing sensation, always, being inside his lover, and he loves watches Gil's face as their bodies move.

[gris_bug_man]

"Love you, so damned much," he breathes, breath ragged, sweat pouring down his face.

[jack_inthegreen]

"Love you," Jack answers and arches his body into Gil's. "Love you always."

[gris_bug_man]

"Fuck," he growls under his breath, spine arching as he comes, hard.

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack laughs, panting, and pulls Gil's mouth to his.

[gris_bug_man]

It's deep, messy, and wonderful. Gil sucks Jack's tongue into his mouth, once again proving most inventive in usage.

"Come for me," he breathes, lips attacking his neck.

[jack_inthegreen]

"Mm, yes," Jack moans with a shudder and it takes only a few more strokes for him to do just that.

[gris_bug_man]

They lay there, exhausted but content, Gil keeping an ear out for Georgia.

She seems to have inherited Jack's ability to sleep through a supersonic blast.

[jack_inthegreen]

Well, she is his daughter.

Jack curls up around Gil, humming in satisfaction.

[gris_bug_man]

"We should take a shower," he murmurs at some point, though he really isn't inspired to move.

[jack_inthegreen]

"Mmm . . . soon. Not yet. You smell good."

[gris_bug_man]

"You feel wonderful."

[jack_inthegreen]

"Mm," Jack hums again and kisses Gil's neck.

[gris_bug_man]

They can shower later.

Much later.