DISCLAIMER: I don't own CSI NY or any of the characters. I only own the mystery woman.
Fingers rake through his hair and down his back. Sharp heavy breathes whisper in the room. Metal clinks shut. The dim light basks the room and reveals shadows contouring into different shapes. A sweet and sticky stench consumes the room. Tight hands grip skin as layers of bruises are created on flush flesh. Balls of feet dug into soft sheets.
Blood fell from swollen lips as pearly whites bury themselves into soft flesh. Hands clench as sparks course through her. A smirk graces his features. Fingertips tease with brushes. Hips rose to the sky. A single cry breaks the silence. Eyes flicker and make contact. The world blurs to the two lovers. Bliss spread across her.
He prises taught muscle apart and caresses her navel. "Patience my princess." He murmurs. "Patience." He repeats. Her eyes close as ecstasy flows through her. "Whatever you say Detective." She gasps out.