Title: More Body Parts
Author: Dee
Rating: R
Word Count: 600
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: Fluff and AU
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: Not beta-ed again. I've tried to accommodate stokesgirl’s wish for a certain body part. And, somewhat amazingly they are all, once again, 6x100 words! A veritable drabble fest.

Dimple(s)

Nick always had a certain look about him when he stared at Gil’s dimple. He would stare, unblinking, at the cleft and at the same time chew his bottom lip, as if deep in thought. Now Gil always chuckled about this stare…not, of course, if front of Nick – he wasn’t suicidal, but the stare was so intense that often Nick would appear cross eyed as he homed in on the feature. Gil didn’t mind too much though, because the stare was always followed by sex, hot, Nick in charge, sex. He couldn’t, hell, he wouldn’t complain but he still chuckled!

When Nick smiled or laughed his face lit up, his eyes shone and he exuded happiness and contentment. Honestly, it could have been construed as smugness because he knew that Gil loved him and his dimples. Before they were together he’d often caught Gil staring at him when he’d smiled or laughed or grinned. When they became a couple Gil explained that although his face was in fact perfect, when his dimples creased his face it added a wonderful dimension to his character. A happy man, comfortable in his own skin and at ease with the world – a rare gift.

Legs

They were not quite right and Nick knew he was as guilty as many others of taking the piss out of them. It wasn’t just the shape it was the way he walked too, barrelling along at a fair rate of knots, but with an almost crab like manner…sideways. It was the biggest surprise of all when he first saw those legs unclothed. They were straight, and strong and tanned and the impression from outside his pants bore no relation to the actual limbs. Nick had frowned the first time he’d seen them, but wisely kept his observations to himself.

Gil knew his legs and movement caused speculation among the staff at the lab. Once he’d heard someone speculate that he’d had some major injury; he chose to be enigmatic about it, there was no reason whatsoever, these were his legs and that was how they walked. He knew Nick had spent time speculating over his legs, especially since they’d slept together. Nick couldn’t figure out why they looked so different clothed than unclothed. Gil let him stew, he didn’t know the answer himself and there was no way he was going to admit that to Nick, not yet, anyway.

Penises

Nick had slept with a number of women before he’d decided to take the alternative route; he’d slept with a number of men since that decision. He was always interested in their penises in a way he’d never been interested in vaginas – he should have realised earlier. But Gil's penis was something else. It wasn’t any longer than his, but its girth was far more substantial and then there was the colour; dark skinned and when hard the foreskin revealed a head of deep blood red. Heavy and menacing this penis was proud and took its work very seriously indeed.

Gil always thought Nick’s penis was just like the rest of him, straightforward and uncomplicated - but that wasn’t true about the man any more than it was about his penis. As their relationship developed Gil came to appreciate that the penis was an extension of the man, deceptively strong and knowing exactly what it wanted and staying true to its convictions. The soft, pale skinned penis developed into a straight hard arrow, with a blush on its head to match the cheeks of his lover when he thrust into him, hard and controlled until it became harder and uncontrolled.

The Very End