Disclaimer - I don't own these characters, including Tim Speedle (sigh),
but hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
Pairings - Tim/Leanna
Rating – This chapter is R, R, and more R
Summary - Sequel to Feds, Fries, Diplomats and Diaper Duty, and Babies & Basketball. A shameless excuse to show Tim some attention – after all, he doesn't seem to be getting any attention on the show. I'm waiting patiently for "Wannabe", hoping he's the primary storyline there!
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Tim placed a sleeping Nicholas down in his crib, smoothing the infant's curly dark hair while he watched his son suck ferociously on his pacifier as he dreamed.
He rested his arms on the crib railing and smiled, sleepy from having rocked Nicholas for almost half an hour. They'd been home for twelve weeks and Leanna's maternity leave was over. Calleigh and Valera had taken her for a day of pampering and Tim had spent the day with Nicholas, watching basketball with Eric and Horatio. He sighed heavily, exhausted, but happy. He kissed Nicholas gently on the forehead, exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
"What was the big sigh for?" Leanna grinned as Tim stepped into their bathroom.
He frowned, pointing at the receiver on the lid of the toilet. "Damn, that thing is sensitive." He picked up the receiver and placed it on the countertop, then sat down on the floor beside the Jacuzzi tub and asked, "You want me to scrub your back?"
She grinned seductively at him, her face illuminated by the candles scattered throughout the darkened bathroom. "Only if I can scrub yours too," she responded.
"Deal," he said, rising from the floor to shed his t-shirt and jeans. Leanna slid forward, allowing Tim to fit in behind her in the large tub. She leaned against him, and he reveled in the feel of the warm wet flesh of her back pressed against his chest. He breathed in the intoxicating scent of her body wash – vanilla – it had long ago become his favorite scent.
"Well?" she questioned, bringing him back to reality.
"Well, what?" he answered, running his hand along her thigh, causing goosebumps to appear immediately on her smooth skin.
"The sigh," she answered breathlessly, giving in to the sensations his touch was creating, "what was the sigh for?"
"I don't remember," he mumbled, using his tongue to trace the outline of her ear. He released her auburn curls from the clip holding them back, allowing his fingers to wind through her hair. Encouraged by Leanna's moans, he continued, trailing kisses down her neck to the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulders met.
Leanna tilted her head back to kiss him, but found herself lost in his eyes, the chocolate of his irises darkened to near black with desire. She finally pressed her lips against his, and found his response hungry and passionate. His hands explored her beautifully changed body, the fuller breasts and softer curves, finally coming to rest between her thighs.
"Oh, Tim," she moaned as his finger teased her folds before he plunged it in, stroking her slowly. She moved against his hand, allowing her fingers to wind through his hair while the skin of her back gently caressed the hardened length of him.
"Lea," he groaned into her ear. "I want you so much."
She rose from the tub, just enough to turn and face him. She lowered herself back down, straddling his legs in the warm, bubbling water. "Then have me," she breathed into his ear, taking him in slowly. He reached behind her head and gently pulled her face even with his, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Using the sides of the tub for leverage, she began to move, slowly at first, allowing her body to get accustomed to his again.
Her jade eyes danced as she increased the tempo, creating gentle waves in the water while she moved against him in mind-blowing strokes. Tim reached a hand between them, rubbing his thumb against her clit, determined to give her the same pleasure she was giving him. She moaned, increasing the tempo of their lovemaking again, bringing them both to the brink and thrusting them over the edge, along with about a fourth of the water in the tub. He groaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto him as he came inside her, feeling her warm flesh quiver around his.
She collapsed onto his chest, sighing with pleasure. "Wow," he muttered, stroking her hair, now damp from the water on his fingers.
"That's all you have to say to me?" she teased, running her fingertips over his still heaving chest.
He grinned, lifting her face to his and teasing her lips with his tongue, tracing the outline, but refusing to kiss her fully. "That," he answered, torturing her a little more, "and I'm not cleaning up all the water on the floor."
"Jerk," she answered, trying desperately to capture his mouth with her own. His brown eyes twinkled as he dodged her attempts, bringing his lips down to the weak spot on her neck again. "I bet you won't be saying that in a minute," he argued. "Stand up," he commanded gently.
"You bet on the game and lost," she teased him as she stepped out of the tub and into her thick purple velvet robe, "are you sure you want to keep testing your luck?"
"I'll win this one," he answered, wrapping a khaki colored towel around his waist. He stepped in front of her and released the tie of the robe. "You, uh, won't be needing this," he said.
"I won't?" she asked coyly, running her fingers down to his towel, slipping the tucked edge of it free. It dropped to the wet tile floor with a thud.
"Nuh-uh," he answered, grinning widely and pressing his body firmly to hers. He attacked the spot on her neck with renewed fervor, scooping her up and carrying her into the bedroom.
He laid her down in the center of their bed, tugging at the edge of one sleeve to release her arm from the robe, then the other. "You look like a queen," he murmured in her ear, eliciting a soft laugh from Leanna. "All decked out in my royal purple robes?" she asked with a grin.
"Um-hum," he nodded, trailing hot, wet kisses along the tops of her breasts. "My queen." His tongue teased her nipples, minding Leanna's warning to be gentle with them. He kissed a trail up to her lips, allowing his fingers to trail the opposite direction. He captured her lips with his own, just as he slid a finger into her.
"Tim!" she cried out, bucking against his hand.
"Relax," he whispered against her lips, sliding a second finger into her. "Let me show you how much I love you." She moaned with pleasure, riding his fingers as he stroked her gently. "I love you," she mumbled, her inner muscles clamping down on his hand as she came. Leanna ran her hand contentedly through his hair, smiling happily. "Your turn," she teased, rolling Tim onto his back with a slight push.
"I'm at your mercy, m'lady," he joked, running his fingers through her auburn curls as she pressed kisses down his torso. Her fingers enveloped him, beginning a light, easy rhythm. A groan escaped his lips as Leanna replaced her fingers with her mouth, licking and kissing the length of him, driving him mad with desire.
Nicholas picked that moment to decide he wasn't quite ready to fall asleep for the night. "Unfair!" Tim whined over the wailing emitting from the baby monitor. "Sit tight, I'm not done with you yet." Leanna commanded, getting one more kiss in before rising from the bed. She shrugged into her robe, leaving her husband naked, wanting and pouting.
Tim scooted up the mattress, resting his head on his pillow, fighting the grin tugging at his lips as he listened to his wife and son's banter. "What's wrong with my angel?" Leanna cooed. Nicholas gurgled a happy reply as his mother picked him up, cradling him in velvet wrapped arms. "Had a little blow-out, did we?" Leanna asked Nicholas, for Tim's benefit.
"Glad it's you and not me!" he shouted across the hallway.
"That's okay," Leanna blew a raspberry onto Nicholas's soft tummy, eliciting another gurgle of happiness. "It's Daddy's turn next time, yes, yes it is."
"No, no it's not," he argued gently, rising from the bed and yanking a pair of boxers from the drawer. He crossed into Nicholas' nursery and cast a frown at his son. "You're killing me here, kid." He lifted Nicholas from the changing table while Leanna disposed of the dirty diaper. "One day you'll understand, Mini-me, but I'm in no hurry for that day to come."
Leanna rolled her eyes, retrieving her son from his father. "Let me rock him and he'll go right back to sleep." A devilish glint lit Leanna's jade eyes and she ran a finger down his chest. "And you, go wait."
"Good thing you didn't say patiently," Tim grumbled, stepping out of the nursery and closing the door gently. He retrieved the baby monitor from the bathroom and sat it on the nightstand. He reclined on the bed, finding himself unhappily, but gently, lulled to sleep by the lullabies Leanna was singing to Nicholas.
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Leanna stepped into their bedroom, only to find her husband sleeping soundly. She crawled onto the bed, careful not to disturb his slumber. She lowered her face to his lips, pressing gently against them. "You fell asleep," she cooed, straddling his legs. "You'll have to pay for that."
Without opening his eyes, he released the tie of her robe, sliding his hands between the velvety folds and pushing it open. "You keep tying this damn thing," he muttered, surrendering to the grin tugging at his mouth. "You'll have to pay first." He sat up on the bed, capturing her lips with his own in a passionate kiss while he removed the robe for a second time.
"So far I like the punishment," she said quietly, slipping her hand down his chest and beneath the waistband on his boxers.
"So do I," he answered, his voice hoarse with lust as her fingers enveloped him again.
"Where were we again?" she asked coyly, shimmying down his legs, and stripping him on his boxers along the way.
"Right about theeee...." He lost all coherent thought when her mouth took him in and he moaned, settling back into the pillows for the ride. Leanna teased him with her tongue, sliding up and down his shaft, sucking and grazing him with her teeth.
She stopped when she felt the pressure building inside him, kissing a trail back up his stomach and onto his chest. "Why did you stop?" he growled, eliciting a mischievous laugh from his wife, who shrugged, "I told you you'd have to pay."
He grabbed Leanna around the waist, flipping her onto her back. "Two can play at that game," he decided aloud, letting his fingers tease her nipple while he licked and kissed his way down the inside of her thigh. His tongue traced the outline of her silky folds before plunging in, tasting her sweet wetness. She cried out, running one hand through his ebony curls while the other hand gripped the pillow behind her head.
He smirked silently, bringing her just to the edge; abandoning his position just before she climaxed. "Not very nice, is it?" he asked playfully, aligning his body with hers.
"No," she answered breathlessly, shaking slightly beneath him. "Not at all."
Tim wrapped her legs around his waist, fighting the overwhelming urge to thrust himself inside her. "What are we going to do about that?" he asked, sucking lightly on the sensitive spot behind her ear.
"Tim, please," she begged, grasping his buttocks and trying to push him inside of her.
He held his ground, framing her face with small kisses while she whimpered just slightly. "Please what?" he asked innocently.
"Make love to me," she whispered, almost whining, too needy to play this game much longer.
"Oh, is THAT what you want?" he teased. He shifted slightly, sliding easily into her. "Like this?"
"Yes," she moaned, as his hips began to rock against hers, and Tim buried himself inside her, stroking her with his length. She struggled to get a firm grip on the sheets, the pillow – anything as she matched each of his thrusts with one of her own, desperate to relieve the ache growing inside her. The stubble on his cheeks scraped hers as their lips met over and over, only stoking their passion further.
She cried out as she came, calling his name as the orgasm ripped through her body, leaving her almost in tears from the sheer intensity. Tim followed her in two short strokes, collapsing on top of her while his body shuddered with pleasure.
"Wow," Leanna managed to utter after a few minutes had passed.
Tim started to laugh, burying his face between her breasts. "See, it's not all that easy to form a coherent sentence, is it?"
"No," she shook her head contentedly, allowing a sleepy smile to form on her lips. "That was amazing, baby."
"Yes it was," he answered, kissing her gently. He slid out of her and curled up next to her, spooning her body with his. Leanna pulled the covers over them, snuggling deeper into his embrace.
"I love you," she murmured as she began quickly drifting off to sleep.
"I love you, too," he answered, letting his fingers stroke her hair gently, helping her fall asleep. He watched her for a few moments, both amazed by and thankful for the amazing life he'd found since Leanna had come home to him. Sleep tugged heavily at his eyes, and he finally surrendered, no longer needing to dream – having everything he'd ever dreamed of right here in his arms.
The End.
Pairings - Tim/Leanna
Rating – This chapter is R, R, and more R
Summary - Sequel to Feds, Fries, Diplomats and Diaper Duty, and Babies & Basketball. A shameless excuse to show Tim some attention – after all, he doesn't seem to be getting any attention on the show. I'm waiting patiently for "Wannabe", hoping he's the primary storyline there!
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Tim placed a sleeping Nicholas down in his crib, smoothing the infant's curly dark hair while he watched his son suck ferociously on his pacifier as he dreamed.
He rested his arms on the crib railing and smiled, sleepy from having rocked Nicholas for almost half an hour. They'd been home for twelve weeks and Leanna's maternity leave was over. Calleigh and Valera had taken her for a day of pampering and Tim had spent the day with Nicholas, watching basketball with Eric and Horatio. He sighed heavily, exhausted, but happy. He kissed Nicholas gently on the forehead, exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
"What was the big sigh for?" Leanna grinned as Tim stepped into their bathroom.
He frowned, pointing at the receiver on the lid of the toilet. "Damn, that thing is sensitive." He picked up the receiver and placed it on the countertop, then sat down on the floor beside the Jacuzzi tub and asked, "You want me to scrub your back?"
She grinned seductively at him, her face illuminated by the candles scattered throughout the darkened bathroom. "Only if I can scrub yours too," she responded.
"Deal," he said, rising from the floor to shed his t-shirt and jeans. Leanna slid forward, allowing Tim to fit in behind her in the large tub. She leaned against him, and he reveled in the feel of the warm wet flesh of her back pressed against his chest. He breathed in the intoxicating scent of her body wash – vanilla – it had long ago become his favorite scent.
"Well?" she questioned, bringing him back to reality.
"Well, what?" he answered, running his hand along her thigh, causing goosebumps to appear immediately on her smooth skin.
"The sigh," she answered breathlessly, giving in to the sensations his touch was creating, "what was the sigh for?"
"I don't remember," he mumbled, using his tongue to trace the outline of her ear. He released her auburn curls from the clip holding them back, allowing his fingers to wind through her hair. Encouraged by Leanna's moans, he continued, trailing kisses down her neck to the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulders met.
Leanna tilted her head back to kiss him, but found herself lost in his eyes, the chocolate of his irises darkened to near black with desire. She finally pressed her lips against his, and found his response hungry and passionate. His hands explored her beautifully changed body, the fuller breasts and softer curves, finally coming to rest between her thighs.
"Oh, Tim," she moaned as his finger teased her folds before he plunged it in, stroking her slowly. She moved against his hand, allowing her fingers to wind through his hair while the skin of her back gently caressed the hardened length of him.
"Lea," he groaned into her ear. "I want you so much."
She rose from the tub, just enough to turn and face him. She lowered herself back down, straddling his legs in the warm, bubbling water. "Then have me," she breathed into his ear, taking him in slowly. He reached behind her head and gently pulled her face even with his, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Using the sides of the tub for leverage, she began to move, slowly at first, allowing her body to get accustomed to his again.
Her jade eyes danced as she increased the tempo, creating gentle waves in the water while she moved against him in mind-blowing strokes. Tim reached a hand between them, rubbing his thumb against her clit, determined to give her the same pleasure she was giving him. She moaned, increasing the tempo of their lovemaking again, bringing them both to the brink and thrusting them over the edge, along with about a fourth of the water in the tub. He groaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto him as he came inside her, feeling her warm flesh quiver around his.
She collapsed onto his chest, sighing with pleasure. "Wow," he muttered, stroking her hair, now damp from the water on his fingers.
"That's all you have to say to me?" she teased, running her fingertips over his still heaving chest.
He grinned, lifting her face to his and teasing her lips with his tongue, tracing the outline, but refusing to kiss her fully. "That," he answered, torturing her a little more, "and I'm not cleaning up all the water on the floor."
"Jerk," she answered, trying desperately to capture his mouth with her own. His brown eyes twinkled as he dodged her attempts, bringing his lips down to the weak spot on her neck again. "I bet you won't be saying that in a minute," he argued. "Stand up," he commanded gently.
"You bet on the game and lost," she teased him as she stepped out of the tub and into her thick purple velvet robe, "are you sure you want to keep testing your luck?"
"I'll win this one," he answered, wrapping a khaki colored towel around his waist. He stepped in front of her and released the tie of the robe. "You, uh, won't be needing this," he said.
"I won't?" she asked coyly, running her fingers down to his towel, slipping the tucked edge of it free. It dropped to the wet tile floor with a thud.
"Nuh-uh," he answered, grinning widely and pressing his body firmly to hers. He attacked the spot on her neck with renewed fervor, scooping her up and carrying her into the bedroom.
He laid her down in the center of their bed, tugging at the edge of one sleeve to release her arm from the robe, then the other. "You look like a queen," he murmured in her ear, eliciting a soft laugh from Leanna. "All decked out in my royal purple robes?" she asked with a grin.
"Um-hum," he nodded, trailing hot, wet kisses along the tops of her breasts. "My queen." His tongue teased her nipples, minding Leanna's warning to be gentle with them. He kissed a trail up to her lips, allowing his fingers to trail the opposite direction. He captured her lips with his own, just as he slid a finger into her.
"Tim!" she cried out, bucking against his hand.
"Relax," he whispered against her lips, sliding a second finger into her. "Let me show you how much I love you." She moaned with pleasure, riding his fingers as he stroked her gently. "I love you," she mumbled, her inner muscles clamping down on his hand as she came. Leanna ran her hand contentedly through his hair, smiling happily. "Your turn," she teased, rolling Tim onto his back with a slight push.
"I'm at your mercy, m'lady," he joked, running his fingers through her auburn curls as she pressed kisses down his torso. Her fingers enveloped him, beginning a light, easy rhythm. A groan escaped his lips as Leanna replaced her fingers with her mouth, licking and kissing the length of him, driving him mad with desire.
Nicholas picked that moment to decide he wasn't quite ready to fall asleep for the night. "Unfair!" Tim whined over the wailing emitting from the baby monitor. "Sit tight, I'm not done with you yet." Leanna commanded, getting one more kiss in before rising from the bed. She shrugged into her robe, leaving her husband naked, wanting and pouting.
Tim scooted up the mattress, resting his head on his pillow, fighting the grin tugging at his lips as he listened to his wife and son's banter. "What's wrong with my angel?" Leanna cooed. Nicholas gurgled a happy reply as his mother picked him up, cradling him in velvet wrapped arms. "Had a little blow-out, did we?" Leanna asked Nicholas, for Tim's benefit.
"Glad it's you and not me!" he shouted across the hallway.
"That's okay," Leanna blew a raspberry onto Nicholas's soft tummy, eliciting another gurgle of happiness. "It's Daddy's turn next time, yes, yes it is."
"No, no it's not," he argued gently, rising from the bed and yanking a pair of boxers from the drawer. He crossed into Nicholas' nursery and cast a frown at his son. "You're killing me here, kid." He lifted Nicholas from the changing table while Leanna disposed of the dirty diaper. "One day you'll understand, Mini-me, but I'm in no hurry for that day to come."
Leanna rolled her eyes, retrieving her son from his father. "Let me rock him and he'll go right back to sleep." A devilish glint lit Leanna's jade eyes and she ran a finger down his chest. "And you, go wait."
"Good thing you didn't say patiently," Tim grumbled, stepping out of the nursery and closing the door gently. He retrieved the baby monitor from the bathroom and sat it on the nightstand. He reclined on the bed, finding himself unhappily, but gently, lulled to sleep by the lullabies Leanna was singing to Nicholas.
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Leanna stepped into their bedroom, only to find her husband sleeping soundly. She crawled onto the bed, careful not to disturb his slumber. She lowered her face to his lips, pressing gently against them. "You fell asleep," she cooed, straddling his legs. "You'll have to pay for that."
Without opening his eyes, he released the tie of her robe, sliding his hands between the velvety folds and pushing it open. "You keep tying this damn thing," he muttered, surrendering to the grin tugging at his mouth. "You'll have to pay first." He sat up on the bed, capturing her lips with his own in a passionate kiss while he removed the robe for a second time.
"So far I like the punishment," she said quietly, slipping her hand down his chest and beneath the waistband on his boxers.
"So do I," he answered, his voice hoarse with lust as her fingers enveloped him again.
"Where were we again?" she asked coyly, shimmying down his legs, and stripping him on his boxers along the way.
"Right about theeee...." He lost all coherent thought when her mouth took him in and he moaned, settling back into the pillows for the ride. Leanna teased him with her tongue, sliding up and down his shaft, sucking and grazing him with her teeth.
She stopped when she felt the pressure building inside him, kissing a trail back up his stomach and onto his chest. "Why did you stop?" he growled, eliciting a mischievous laugh from his wife, who shrugged, "I told you you'd have to pay."
He grabbed Leanna around the waist, flipping her onto her back. "Two can play at that game," he decided aloud, letting his fingers tease her nipple while he licked and kissed his way down the inside of her thigh. His tongue traced the outline of her silky folds before plunging in, tasting her sweet wetness. She cried out, running one hand through his ebony curls while the other hand gripped the pillow behind her head.
He smirked silently, bringing her just to the edge; abandoning his position just before she climaxed. "Not very nice, is it?" he asked playfully, aligning his body with hers.
"No," she answered breathlessly, shaking slightly beneath him. "Not at all."
Tim wrapped her legs around his waist, fighting the overwhelming urge to thrust himself inside her. "What are we going to do about that?" he asked, sucking lightly on the sensitive spot behind her ear.
"Tim, please," she begged, grasping his buttocks and trying to push him inside of her.
He held his ground, framing her face with small kisses while she whimpered just slightly. "Please what?" he asked innocently.
"Make love to me," she whispered, almost whining, too needy to play this game much longer.
"Oh, is THAT what you want?" he teased. He shifted slightly, sliding easily into her. "Like this?"
"Yes," she moaned, as his hips began to rock against hers, and Tim buried himself inside her, stroking her with his length. She struggled to get a firm grip on the sheets, the pillow – anything as she matched each of his thrusts with one of her own, desperate to relieve the ache growing inside her. The stubble on his cheeks scraped hers as their lips met over and over, only stoking their passion further.
She cried out as she came, calling his name as the orgasm ripped through her body, leaving her almost in tears from the sheer intensity. Tim followed her in two short strokes, collapsing on top of her while his body shuddered with pleasure.
"Wow," Leanna managed to utter after a few minutes had passed.
Tim started to laugh, burying his face between her breasts. "See, it's not all that easy to form a coherent sentence, is it?"
"No," she shook her head contentedly, allowing a sleepy smile to form on her lips. "That was amazing, baby."
"Yes it was," he answered, kissing her gently. He slid out of her and curled up next to her, spooning her body with his. Leanna pulled the covers over them, snuggling deeper into his embrace.
"I love you," she murmured as she began quickly drifting off to sleep.
"I love you, too," he answered, letting his fingers stroke her hair gently, helping her fall asleep. He watched her for a few moments, both amazed by and thankful for the amazing life he'd found since Leanna had come home to him. Sleep tugged heavily at his eyes, and he finally surrendered, no longer needing to dream – having everything he'd ever dreamed of right here in his arms.
The End.
