Heat
Heat
Author's Note: So, this is my fourth fic and it's a plot bunny that refused to leave me alone! It will eventually be Wolfe/Calleigh/Eric. . Please comment and criticize, but NO FLAMES! Otherwise, my bag of Jet-puffed Marshmallows shall roast on top of the fire! MUHAHAHAHA!
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Please enjoy!
It was the damned heat. There was no other way to explain what was going on. Well, apart from the fact that Miami was usually above 90 degrees and that he was used to it. Even when the air conditioning was dead.
It was the damned ice cream. That was the only explanation. There was no other rational way to explain why he was staring at her rosy lips as they closed on the spoonful of cold white cream. He wasn't jealous. It was just cursed ice cream.
Eric shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his report forgotten on the desk, never once moving his eyes from the thin metal spoon and Calleigh's lips. Dammit! He thought. Why did Wolfe have to bring her the ice cream? And why the hell did she have to start devouring it?
If there was something Eric was not good at, it was dealing with jealousy. The fact that Wolfe had shown up ten minutes late with vanilla ice cream, Calleigh's favorite, right when she had been complaining about the lack of ice cream in the fridge was enough to drive him to the edge. It hadn't helped that Calleigh's face had lit up like that of a four year old's at Christmas and that she had kissed Wolfe on the cheek.
Dammit Delko! Get a hold of yourself! He mentally shook himself, only to let a groan slip when the spoon reappeared, licked clean with a smudge of pale pink lip gloss on it. It was going to be a long day.
Alright, so this was a short chappie, but should I continue with it? I've never done anything explicit, and this is going to head towards an M rating, so please let me know!