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Title: ‘pits…
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 628,br> Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: V.v.v.fluffy and AU.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: Unbeta-Ed. So the mistakes are all mine! The icon is high_striker’s.
A/N: I had a google alert this morning for George Eads and it was devoted, in part, to this subject!! I couldn’t resist this little bit of fluff…and yes, I do speak from experience!!

“You want me to do what?”

“Oh, come on don’t sound too hard done by…I have mine done and it doesn’t hurt…much, anyway.”

“That’s not the point I’m sure I can withstand a little pain, it’s just the fact that you want me to have them done.”

“I don’t like them, okay; I don’t like looking at them, I don’t like touching them and I certainly don’t like kissing them.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever kissed them.”

“Exactly.”

“So you want me to do anywhere else?”

“Nope. Everywhere else is fine.”

“Can we talk about this?”

“Oh God, a lecture!”

“No, no, honestly not a lecture, I’m just fascinated by your need. And, why it applies to just the one…well, two places. I mean when I have a beard, I know you’re not that keen on it, but it doesn’t bother you like ‘that’ does it?”

“Nope.”

“My pubic hair; you have no trouble touching and kissing me there, do you?”

“Hey man, I love your curly pubes; I think they’re great…”

“…and my balls are quite hairy…”

“…love your balls.”

“Yeah, you do, don’t you. So you just have a fetish…”

“...do you think it’s a fetish; I suppose it could be.”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you’re making too big a deal about it…all I want is for you to…”

“…have my underarms waxed.”

“That’s it; I've had mine done for years, no sweat, man.”

“I suppose it would be more hygienic.”

“It would be.”

“You’re only saying that because you want me to do it.”

“Is it too much to ask…you do a little something for me?”

“Puppy dog eyes and pleading don’t work on me and you know it.”

“They don’t?”

“Well, not usually.”

“Ah.”


The next day……

“I cannot believe I let you persuade me to do this.”

“Jeez, man, will you stop whining, it’s only a little rash.”

“A little rash? In a very sensitive area, with my clothes rubbing on it…”

“I thought you said you could, ‘withstand a little pain’?”

“But it wasn’t a ‘little pain’ was it?”

“A couple of seconds each armpit, that’s all.”

“You said, they said, it was ‘cool’ wax; it nearly burned my skin off.”

“Only ‘nearly’, that’s okay then.”

“Something tells me that you’re not taking this…this pain I’m in, seriously.”

“What gave you that impression?”

“I underwent the procedure for you.”

“The procedure? I haven’t heard the last of it for two hours. Look we’ve got that Tea Tree lotion to soothe it, that’ll help…no…hold on, I've got an idea.”

“Oh noooo, I’m not succumbing to any of your ideas, not again.”

“Fair enough; I was going to suck an ice cube and then kiss it better, but….

“…oh…”

“Never mind, I’ll get the lotion.”

“Perhaps we should try your idea…first…I mean it sounds like a good idea…you kissing it better.”

“I don’t know, you said you don’t like my ideas.”

“I like some of your ideas…I like this one.”

“Really?”

“You know I do.”

“So when the hairs start to grow back you’ll have them done again?”

“Couldn’t I just shave them?”

“Nope, no stubble, I don’t like stubble…there.”

“You’re very demanding.”

“What? One thing. It's all I've ever asked you to do for me and I’ve had nothing but moaning and insults since. It’s just one little thing thing I like; I do lots of things you like.”

“I know.”

“Get your own lotion, I’m going out.”

“Oh no, please don’t. I’m sorry. I really want you to lick them with an ice cold mouth and tongue, I do.”

“Okay then. I’ll go get some ice cubes.”

“I can see you smirking you know, you weren’t going out at all. You always get your own way.”

“I know.”

The End.