Totally Twisted
By: HCrazy
Beta: Angie & Suzie
Pairing: H/C
Rating: M (NC-17) You are warned! Strong Language, Violence, Fluff as usual, and everything else my muse can come up with.
Disclaimer: CSI:Miami and the characters belong to CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer. They are not mine but I can keep dreaming.
This is the continuation of the time line. First- Captured, then Heaven and Hell, Head Games, Captured II, License To Kill, and now Totally Twisted.
Summary: The story continues on from License To Kill. The name says it all. This story will be totally twisted with one character getting into a great deal of trouble, and the kicker is, he/she, won't even realize it until it is too late. IAMEvil666 will be identified but will it be in time to save a life. Many twist and turns will come, as well as great Angst.
Thanks always goes out to my betas, Suzie & Angie. Who make my writing a work of art. Thank you for all of your help. You are appreciated more than you will ever know, and not only as a beta, but as True Friends! Thank you both very, very much.
Thank you to all the readers who stick with me through thick and thin! Your words and thoughts always bring a smile to my face. You are all wonderful and keep me writing!!!
As always thanks for reading, and Enjoy!
Here we go....
Chapter 1
III
Horatio stood looking over the sea of boxes and packing material scattered throughout Calleigh's apartment. The moving process was an annoying task yet the slightest smile could be seen as Horatio reminisced on the wonderful memories created in this private little sanctuary. He was also looking forward to creating new ones in their home together.
The surprise renovations on his no, their place of residence, were in the works and should be done in a few more days. Even though this should be the happiest time in Horatio's life he still had that nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Professionally it had been too quiet. The mystery cyber stalker hadn't been heard from in a few days. Horatio's radar was on full alert contemplating what this individual was up to; anxiously anticipating the next move.
Red clouds words had begun to replay in his mind. 'He will strike like a thief in the night. You will not be prepared. Be careful Wachabe; do not let your guard down for when you do, all will be lost.'
Horatio closed his eyes and hung his head down pinching the bridge of his nose. "'What will be lost," he murmured perturbed. 'What am I missing' he wondered shaking his head, trying to negotiate the random unorganized thoughts swimming in his mind.
III
Earlier in the evening Calleigh was getting ready for a night out with the girls. It was a surprise birthday dinner which just happened to include a male stripper.
Low appreciative murmurs came from Horatio's throat, watching Calleigh slip into a pair of black open toed stilettos. His head tilted as he ever so slowly eyed up the back of her silky soft legs. The black revealing halter top and short skirt made it almost impossible for him to focus on anything else as he visually drank her in.
He could only think of one word. 'Hot!' He hummed low taking his time appreciating her. 'Damn hot!' Okay that's two words, and his mind continued to drift. 'Sexy, beautiful, ravishing… did I say hot?' He wondered in a trance.
Calleigh turned and gave him a sultry smile leaning into him. Her hand rested flat against his chest helping to balance her, the other sliding the strap over the heel on her foot. He held her playful eyes as her intoxicating vanilla scent aroused all his senses. She gave him a wink and planted a very light kiss upon his cheek.
"Coming handsome?" She drawled in that sweet southern tone of hers.
Horatio felt that very familiar sensation course through him causing his lower loins to stir. He watched her turn and sashay out of the bedroom swiftly following behind her.
'That skirt is way to short,' he thought, knowing if she didn't leave soon, she wouldn't be leaving at all. His self control was slipping by the second. The only place she was going to end up was her bedroom, with him, if he made it that far. He was astonished at his self control not to ravage her on the spot. He watched Calleigh pick up her purse and head toward the front door.
Horatio escorted his bullet girl to the door, she turned to him cheerfully. "See you soon handsome." Her arms encircled his neck and she pressed a velvety sweet kiss against his lips.
"Mmm," he hummed his pleasure and as if on cue his hands began to roam. "Have a good time beautiful," he whispered, gradually losing control as another part of him swelled against her body.
Calleigh's eyes slid lower taking notice of the raging bulge in his jeans. She unconsciously bit down on her lower lip staring.
His eyes focused on her luscious cherry lips, while her sweet perfume tortured him endlessly.
"Sweetheart… please… don't do that now," he begged, brushing a light finger across her lips, completely losing control as he backed her up against the door.
"Horatio," she gasped, but immediately went weak in his arms when his warm nuzzling lips pressed lightly against her throat. His left hand glided down, caressing over her hip to her silky smooth thigh adding to her pleasure.
"You smell incredible… and look delectable," he purred, finding the hollow of her neck with his tender laving tongue. "Are you sure… you have to go?" He asked whispering his inviting breath against her ear, his hips pressing against her.
A soft whimper her only response as his mouth, hands and body completely entranced her. Her eyes closed, her head lolled back against the door, as her arms encircled his waist pulling him closer, wanting more.
Calleigh was lost.
A loud horn honked pulling her from his seduction. She gasped, "Oh god… they're here," her arms still wrapped around his waist, her hands caressing his back.
Horatio smiled and took a step back giving her some space. She shook her head at him and smiled mischievously seeing the effect she had on him. He was fully aroused, and so was she, feeling her own heated desire.
The horn honked again and her eyes widened in recognition. "I have to go," she said, but lovingly caressed his face.
He gave her a gorgeous Horatio smile and tilted his head. "I know. Enjoy yourself beautiful."
She smiled, "I was…" she shook her head. "I mean… I will," she laughed.
Horatio's lips curved up and he leaned in giving her a kiss. His left hand was gently about her waist, his other on the doorknob as he opened it for her.
"See you later handsome," she said walking out towards the black stretch limousine.
"Yes you will," he confirmed quietly from the doorway watching her get into the car.
Horatio chuckled thinking about her bringing himself back to the present. He looked down at his watch feeling restless. His brows furrowed as he identified exactly what it was he was feeling.
Loneliness. His eyes grew distant.
He hadn't felt it for a while, especially with all the time they had been spending together lately. In the last two weeks he could hardly remember any time spent apart from her, or somehow just didn't notice until now.
Calleigh's voice was constantly in his head and her intoxicating scent embedded into his being. Horatio smiled knowing exactly what he felt.
Unconditional love. Calleigh's Love.
Her voice, her cheerfulness, the way she always makes him smile. The void he no longer felt because her love now fills the emptiness that was once a part of his heart.
Horatio was missing the love of his life, the other half to his heart, his light in all the darkness. It was only a few hours since she had been gone but to him it felt like forever. He hummed low looking around; not enjoying the lonely feeling of being without her, and it only took a moment for reality to set in.
"Next week beautiful," he said quietly. "Next week, you're all mine."
III
Time passed agonizingly slow. He opened and closed his cell phone several times checking for messages. His eyes scanned the room again taking notice of the boxes that were half packed and all the other boxes that still needed to be filled. Calleigh's belongings were scattered all about the room and Horatio's eyes suddenly focused on one particular item, a small picture frame.
He walked over towards the box, picked the frame up off the floor and dusted the front off with his hand. Horatio stared at the small child that was sitting on the beautiful black horse. His eyes examined the picture taking in all the details. It was a young girl in blue jeans and a button down denim shirt, wearing a white cowboy hat that looked two sizes too big on her head. She had long golden hair with beautiful spiral curls resting on her shoulders. Her emerald eyes sparkled like the stars and her smile so wide, so full, and so innocent. There was no doubt as his lips curled up into a smile of his own knowing the young girl was Calleigh. "Same beautiful smile," he whispered staring at the photo.
A very familiar, yet annoying drip pulled him away from his thoughts. He carefully wrapped the picture and placed it securely in the box. He turned and headed for the kitchen sink.
"I have to get a plumber," she said to him earlier in the week. "This sink has been leaking since I moved in here."
Horatio pursed his lips, his hands on his hips staring at the offending leaky faucet. "A plumber huh,"' he said with a growing grin.
After careful examination Horatio found two leaks. He mended the leaky faucet with ease and then moved lower, under the sink. He lay on the kitchen floor stretched out on his back, sliding his shoulders and upper body into the small square cabinet. The toolbox positioned to his left, making the tools very accessible for him. He grabbed a wrench and carefully began loosing a very large nut on one of the big pipes.
He began to work on the lower faulty pipe with his southern bells words still lingering in his head. He tried to focus on the task at hand when he heard a distinct sound. He froze for a moment listening intently. The front door opened.
"Horatio?" She called out not seeing him in the immediate area.
His smile instant. "Yeah!" He yelled from inside the small cabinet. The sound muffled.
Calleigh's forehead furrowed. "Where are you?" She questioned lowly looking all around.
"Kitchen," he bellowed.
Calleigh's brows arched high seeing the lower half of his body splayed out on her kitchen floor.
"Hey handsome," she grinned, walking into the kitchen to find Horatio stretched out on his back working under her kitchen sink.
"What happened?" She asked giving his lean body a lengthy once over. She nibbled on her bottom lip with a sly grin. Her green eyes devoured his masculine, sprawled out body all the way down to his bare toes.
Horatio was in tight quarters as he lifted his head up seeing nothing but her high heels and a gorgeous pair of silky smooth legs. He grinned mumbling, "Just fixing a small leak you had under here too." His eyes slid up toward her thighs where the cabinet rudely cut off his view. He hummed low and wiggled out just a little wanting to see more of his beautiful southern bell.
She bent at the exact moment and tilted her head looking under the cabinet at him. "Hi," she smiled brightly.
"Hi," he answered sheepishly, wondering if she just caught him taking his fill. His eyes still taking in every detail of the very short floral mini skirt and low cut halter top she was wearing. Her silky blond tresses hung low over him as her cleavage made him lick his lips.
"You hungry?" She asked with another smile looking at the pipes inside the cabinet.
He exhaled thinking about the question and those incredible silky smooth legs of hers. He was suddenly feeling very hungry… but food was the last thing on his mind.
"Are you hungry?" He asked in return.
"Horatio!" She laughed pushing off his thigh to stand up again. "Just once I would love if you actually answered my question instead of asking me another one."
He chuckled deeply hearing her tone rise. He loved when her pitch changed and rose higher and higher. Usually it meant she was in a very playful mood or… or, another thought crossed his mind… 'Very buzzed.' He stretched his neck just a little; careful of the pipes, but getting a better view of those amazingly sexy legs.
"Did you have a good time," he asked, his voice echoing under the sink.
"Oh yes, it was great and Denise had no clue. You should have seen her, especially when the male stripper showed up dressed as a cop in full uniform." Calleigh giggled going on in her southern drawl, "Full uniform, even a nightstick!"
Horatio's smile widened. 'Yep… She's buzzed alright,' he paused in thought. "Hmm, I see… so it's the uniform that drives the women crazy," he asked with a deep chuckle.
Calleigh was standing facing the kitchen counter away from him. She was busy doing something, and at the moment he had no clue as to what it was. He just didn't want her to move from his line of sight. His eyes were too busy taking in her gorgeous calves and the back of her firm thighs as they roamed higher. That's when the cabinet again restricted his view, and being so preoccupied with her body he lifted his head more forgetting about the pipes—
"Shit!" He growled low, smacking his head on one of the pipes.
Calleigh turned and squatted next to him, looking down again under the sink at him. "You say something handsome," she asked only hearing muffled groans coming out of the cabinet.
Horatio straightened. "No… no, nothing sweetheart," he replied, reaching his left hand out to where the toolbox stood just outside the cabinet door.
Calleigh moved in closer to him and squatted near the toolbox. Her left hand innocently on his thigh, keeping her balanced but stimulating him. "I can get that for you. Tell me what you need and I'll hand it to you okay?"
'What I need?' Horatio's mind wandered with a small grin to himself thinking about that one. He answered with a low deep hum. Her alluring perfume reached him even inside the cabinet, torturing his senses. He inhaled the intoxicating vanilla fragrance that filled his head, then closed his eyes concentrating on it. A low rumbling groan emanated from deep within his chest.
Calleigh's eyes leisurely studied his long stretched out body. She took in every detail. The curved muscles of his lower chest, the way his broad expanse narrowed down to his waistline. His stomach muscles hard and flat, his dimpling navel and the red treasure trail she grew to love. She bit down on her lip; her smile grew as her thoughts ran rampant.
Her eyes lingered longer. He had on a dark blue t-shirt and stonewash button-fly blue jeans. His navel and red happy trail showed where his t-shirt had skidded up onto his stomach, and his pants down low on his hips. She felt her desire build with just her thoughts as she leisurely followed the thin red dusting of hair down lower and lower, until it disappeared into his jeans. She licked her lips and found herself suddenly reaching to slide her hands under his shirt, but he pulled her from her thoughts.
"Okay Calleigh, how about a wrench," he asked, putting his left hand out to her.
She blinked snapping out of her Horatio trance. "Sure," she answered happy to oblige. Her eyes still on his raw masculine body as she reached into the toolbox without looking and placed a rather large item in his hand.
His hand disappeared out of sight again and when he reached up to tighten the nut, he noticed he was holding a pair of pliers. His brows furrowed and he chuckled.
"Umm, sweetheart, would you happen to have a wrench in there?"
Calleigh's eyes once again left his tantalizing body and she giggled realizing her mistake. She quickly lifted the wrench from the toolbox slapping it in his hand.
"Sorry," she said innocently, hoping he didn't know what she was busy doing, or thinking.
"Thank you." He groaned as he tightened a large nut. His hips moved and his shirt went up even more as he writhed on her kitchen floor in front of her.
'Good lord.' Calleigh's eyes went up to the ceiling and she gnawed on her bottom lip. His low grunts turned her on as different visions played out in her mind. Her eyes focused and locked on the evidently large package between his legs. She licked her lips and then mischievously bit down on her bottom lip in thought... her very dirty thoughts.
"Calleigh... there's another silver wrench in there. Could you pass it to me," he asked, switching hands and reached his other hand out to her.
She smiled and dug into the toolbox picking up the silver wrench. She handed it to him and waited until she heard the metal clanks knowing he was busy working on the pipes again.
She grinned wickedly and then leisurely slid her hand along his thigh squeezing it lightly. She giggled.
Horatio's hands froze. His eyes widened and slid back and forth in thought, 'What the…?' He lifted his head just a bit trying to see her. "Calleigh," he called in question.
"Yes," she exaggerated the word chuckling, knowing he was wondering what that roaming hand was all about. "Are you done?" She asked entranced by his sexy sprawled out body.
His brows furrowed. "Almost… just a few more nuts to tighten and we're good."
"Oh, okay," she said innocently, seeing the growing bulge in his pants. She smiled waiting again until she heard him working on the pipes. Then she touched him.
Boldly she slid one hand along his thigh and up, under his t-shirt. Her smooth hand and fingers caressed leisurely across his flat abs and smooth stomach. "Mmmm," she hummed her pleasure.
Horatio froze again and swallowed hard. Her searching hands caused him to unconsciously groan.
"Calleigh?" he question dryly, extending the length of her name.
She bit down on her lip trying not to laugh. "Yes," she answered him back the same way teasing him. Her left hand joined her right. She caressed his chest, stomach and waists, sliding down lower to his hips.
Horatio felt his throat go dry as his words came out in a gritty rumble. "Sweetheart... what exactly are you doing?" he asked, taken aback with wrench's still held in both hands.
She chuckled, "Well… exactly..." she hummed, "I guess you can say living out a fantasy of mine."
Horatio's eyebrows shot half way up his forehead. He couldn't believe his ears when one of the wrenches slipped and clattered to the floor.
"Excuse me," he said, not believing he heard her last words correctly.
She laughed hearing his surprise. "Do me a favor and don't move," she said, in a very firm tone standing back up again.
"Huh?" He lifted his head again seeing only two beautiful bare legs before him. A hum of arousal stirred in his veins, spread out in a warm rush and flooded his entire body. His manhood hardened and strained against his jeans. Calleigh's vanilla perfume and her alluring caresses stimulated every nerve ending in his body as Horatio clenched his jaw, and began to wiggle out just a bit knowing where this was heading. He grinned wryly.
"Stay there!" She sassed, seeing him start to wiggle out.
He chuckled and his wide grin immediately faded into a look of utter disbelief when Calleigh's underwear slowly dropped down to her ankles. His jaw became unhinged as she lifted one heel and kicked them off. He inhaled deeply, suddenly realizing he was holding his breath. Horatio groaned deeply licking his very dry lips. His hips jutted upward with his obvious hard on that looked like it was going to break free.
"I'm coming out," he groaned huskily.
"No, no, no you're not!" She said quickly kneeling next to him again, her hand pressed on his stomach keeping him down. "I told you, it's my fantasy."
"Wh— what's your fantasy," he asked in disbelief, his voice strained feeling the uncomfortable tightness in his groin, his need to touch her becoming unbearable.
"This," she said seductively as she lifted his shirt and ran her hands all over his abs and chest. He exhaled an unsteady breath. Her fingertips brushed lightly over his nipples causing them to pebble into tiny rock like buds. He groaned heavily with half closed eyes.
"This is my fantasy," she whispered, still unable to see him but made sure he heard and felt her every touch. She moaned her pleasure, "I always wanted to fool around with this… red head maintenance man and now... I finally have him exactly where I want him." Her fingers tantalizingly slid lower, scraping over his belly button as they went to work unbuckling his belt.
Horatio was so consumed by her he forgot all about the second wrench that suddenly slipped from his sweaty palm just missing his head. He blinked back his shock first at the wrench just missing his head, then at her incredible sexy admissions that were turning him on and driving him insane.
"Remember to watch your head," she said sweetly with a chuckle. She settled between his legs pushing his t-shirt up as her warm lips pressed all along his ribs and stomach. She gave him feather light kisses, watching his stomach muscles flex each time she made contact with his skin. Her moist tongue circled his navel and swirled down lower, following the long red ribbon of hair that led directly inside his jeans.
"Unhh… god," Horatio muttered hoarsely. His breath quickened from her wet tantalizing caresses. He was at a complete lost for words as his mouth remain open taking in huge gulps of air.
"Mm-hmm." She hummed her reply then tugged on his jeans popping open all five buttons, one at a time in a slow deliberate tease. Her lips pressed against his flat pelvis while she hummed her pleasure kissing lower and lower into his fiery red treasure trail.
Horatio's hips lifted with a groan. "I'm not— done, with— your pipes," he said in a choppy breath, engrossed in the warm sensations of her moist laving tongue.
She smiled mischievously. "Good, because I want you to work on my pipes, while I work on this one-- very-- huge-- monster here." She gently wrapped her hand around his swollen member and lowered her mouth to it.
"Jesus!" He gasped almost snapping in two feeling her warm mouth envelop him. He lifted his head seeing her lustful green eyes for just a moment until her hair fell forward and shielded his view.
"Damn," he hissed, feeling her warm tongue slowly bathed him, sliding all over his rock hard sex.
Her silky strands lightly brushed and slid against his thighs tormenting him. Horatio gritted his teeth letting his head drop back on the floor board with a quiet thump.
"Calleigh— let me out of here," he rasped breathlessly, letting his arms drop down to his sides refusing to touch her with his greasy hands. Horatio's need to touch, caress and feel her warm softness in his hands was driving him mad. He needed to touch her, feel her, be one with her.
"No! Uh-uh," she mumbled incoherently, her mouth never ceasing its movement on him. "Please, just stay there, for me."
Horatio groaned and his jaw clenched feeling her mouth cover him again. Her tongue snaked all around him causing his hips to lift higher and higher. She tugged lightly on his jeans pulling them down more off his thighs and then stopped.
Everything stopped.
Completely spellbound and ready to lose it, Horatio lifted his head straining to see her once again. His neck stretched, his back ached, half in the cabinet, half on the kitchen floor. One second she was all over him and the next she was gone. The only thing Horatio saw was legs. Calleigh's incredible silky soft legs standing next to him again. His eyes traveled down the length of her legs to those very sexy high heels.
"Calleigh?" He huskily called out, until he watched her carefully step over him and straddle his body, one long sexy leg on either side of him. She stood directly over his hips making her intentions clear, letting him take his fill.
Horatio's blinked, his jaw tightened and then became unhinged. He muttered obscenities from inside the cabinet, unwilling to let his head drop back down again. His eyes locked, first on her incredibly sexy legs, then slid higher, to her golden curls encountering her glistening desire. His breathing hitched.
She lowered herself down squatting, inch by inch, onto his proud, throbbing manhood. Her silky heat covered him as she descended onto his engorged length moaning her pleasure, both gasping at the overwhelming sensations of becoming one.
"Ohh," Calleigh cried, biting down on her lip, her hips rolled as she adjusted to him.
"Unggh," Horatio gasped and groaned. His mind and body pulsated with an intense pleasure he'd never knew could exist. His eyes locked onto her body. He watched her straddled him in those heels, with those silky legs, and that skirt hiked up at her waist. It drove him crazy as he snapped his hips up on a grunt wanting to flip her over and pound her.
"Oh god, yes!" She cried, leaning her hands on his stomach for support.
Horatio fought gravity and held his head up. His intense blue eyes fixed on her. She looked incredibly hot and sexy taking him this way, controlling the tempo, riding him. He thought he died and gone to heaven as he groaned his pleasure again and again.
Calleigh cried out feeling her orgasm quickly approaching. Horatio increased his thrusts feeling her heat, feeling her clench tightly at him, knowing she was almost there. She let out a long pleasurable breath and he felt her quivered around his length. Tiny little flutters that grew stronger and stronger as she shook. Her thighs trembled, her legs tightened around him and she cried out searing him with her liquid fire.
Horatio growled wanting more, needing more of her, needing completion. He snapped his hips up again burying himself deeply, feeling her contract again and again around his throbbing sex.
His hands clenched into balls of fist. All his restraint gone as his need to touch her overwhelmed him.
"Ungghh Cal," he grunted and groaned with each thrust of his hips. His large hands wrapped around her small ankles, then leisurely moved up her calves caressing upwards towards her thighs. His fingers tightened on her hips as he squeezed gently trying to control her rhythm.
"Oh god, Ohh Yes!" she cried, and began moving up and down on him again. Her body rocking in unison with his as her hands reached, grabbing onto the sink counter above bracing herself. Calleigh gasped panting his name while her hips slammed down on him repeatedly.
Horatio pulled her down thrusting upwards with force. Their bodies crashing together, slapping against one another harder and harder as both gave in to abandon.
His jaw clenched and he lowly cursed closing his eyes to the intense pleasure. He gasped and grunted feeling that rising surge within.
Calleigh panted feeling that familiar sensation course through her again. Her legs began to shake all around him. His hands tightened on her hips pulling her back down onto him hard and fast. She began moaning non stop and Horatio knew she was there again… and this time, so was he.
Horatio groaned heavily lifting his hips higher gripping her waists; he pulled her down harder as he thrust upwards with everything he had, letting out a long growl feeling her liquid fire soak him.
Calleigh cried out trembling, convulsing, losing herself completely in the moment. "Ho-- ra-- ratio," she cried erratically, then stiffened with a scream feeling the effects of an intense earth shattering orgasm overwhelm her.
"Unggh, yes... Yes!" He growled lost in the moment clenching his jaw. His hips snapped up hard as he exhaled raggedly, "Uhh god... you feel... so good."
Horatio rammed his hips up one last time with a long guttural groan, "Ungghhhhh!" His head pressed back hard against the floorboard, his hands tightened on her rear, he squeezed holding her as his hips lifted high and his love erupted inside her.
Gasping heavily their bodies finally surrendered to a release that brought wave after blissful wave of ecstasy for them. The kitchen hummed with their combined sounds of panting pleasures and low sighs while they relaxed, bathing in the continuous afterglow of their spontaneous lovemaking.
Calleigh almost collapsed against him but his current position didn't allow it. She leaned forward still panting, bracing her hands on his heaving stomach.
"Hang on," he said breathlessly, before he slid himself completely out of the cabinet. His hands firmly locked onto her waist making sure she was supported.
He slid all the way out of the cabinet and his momentum forced Calleigh forward as she fell right onto his still heaving chest.
"Got ya," he chuckled winded, wrapping his arms around her, caressing her back lovingly.
She smiled breathing heavily, her face bright red, a small sheen of sweat on her neck and chest. She let her head drop down against his chest and sighed her pleasure still letting out low subtle sounds.
Neither spoke, neither one could as they both just laid there holding one another closely, reveling in the bliss of the moment.
Horatio hummed low in pleasure and Calleigh lifted her head looking into his crystal blue eyes. She smiled immediately feeling embarrassed the way she totally took advantage of him. Her eyes had a very mischievous twinkled as they glowed.
Horatio smiled and watched her cheeks suddenly go rosy. "So, is the maintenance man as good as you thought he would be," he asked in a dry gritty tone.
Her sparkling eyes quickly left his and she grinned looking down. "Better," she said exhaling deeply, feeling him twitch still inside of her. "That was sooo good," she exhaled letting out a long contented sigh.
"I agree, even though my view was somewhat obstructed." He examined her glassy eyes and that very cheerful smile of hers. His head tilted just a bit. "Sweetheart, exactly how much did you drink?"
Calleigh bit down on her lip and place her finger to it thinking for a moment. After a long minute she shrugged, "Not that much."
"Okay… how about, what did you drink?"
"Sex on the beach," she said, watching his brows arch high. Her pitch rose. "The girls bought a few rounds and then well… we just kept taking turns," she said innocently.
"I see," he chuckled, now knowing why his shy innocent love just dominated him.
She leaned down and lightly kissed his lips. "Well what do you expect handsome. I come home to this red hot male whose sprawled out on my kitchen floor and fixing my pipes. It was very hard not to take advantage of you. Besides, it was the only way, at the moment I could think of to repay you." She wiggled her brows at him. "Next time… make sure you finish before I get home," she giggled.
Horatio's brows rose, and with one finger he delicately placed a single strand of silky hair behind her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek. He purred, "Now why would I do that beautiful?"
Calleigh laughed rolling her hips on him. "Because I have many, many, many more fantasies," She said, smiling wickedly holding his surprised blue eyes.
A low but very deep hum left his throat as his hands lightly caressed her derriere. "How about we get off this floor and go discuss them in your bedroom?"
Calleigh nodded with a devious grin. "How about we discuss them on my kitchen counter, and then my stairs, and then the shower," she giggled, completely blowing him away.
"Sweetheart, you're buzzed," he grinned, shifting his weight. In a flash he lifted her up, holding her securely in his strong arms.
"No… No I'm not," she said innocently, in her sweetest southern drawl looking directly into his crinkling eyes.
Horatio chuckled low, "I beg to differ."
"Where are we going," she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck pointing. "The kitchen counter is back there handsome."
He laughed quietly, turned and headed for the bedroom. "I have a fantasy of my own," he explained in that low sensual tone she loved.
"Really?" Calleigh asked curiously. "Tell me! Tell me all about it handsome. I want to know you're every fantasy," she beamed excitedly.
Horatio's low hum rumbled deep in his chest. "How about… I show you beautiful," he said, bending to cover her lips with his. His tongue slid deep into her mouth and lightly swept against hers. His kisses warm, giving, loving, as he tenderly worked his lips to her ear whispering, "Feel good?"
She murmured an affirmation and kissed him deeply.
His mouth made love to hers and she felt herself slipping. His kisses sent electrical tremors coursing through her. Her whole body tingled, becoming feverish with his light tender touch.
Calleigh felt herself going down and realized Horatio was lowering her down on the bed. Her fingertips slid languidly along his back making him moan. His hands inched her halter top off as his lips lovingly devoured her breast one at a time.
His lips slid lower onto her firm belly kissing and teasing, while his hands slipped her skirt down and off her hips. A low rumble emanated from deep within his throat as he took in her beautiful bare body lying before him.
Horatio exhaled mesmerized, letting his hands glide up both her silky smooth legs, caressing her thighs, breathing his pleasure. Taking his time, he lifted her right leg, caressing it, gently lowering it to rest on his shoulder. His lips trailed feather light kisses along her ankle and instep, his hand cradled her shoe.
Calleigh murmured mesmerized, watching him, "So… what's your fantasy handsome?"
Horatio's lips continued kissing all around her foot and ankle. His tongue circled her ankle making Calleigh whimper.
"Foot… fetish," she rasped, as Horatio's hand began to undo the strap on her shoe.
"No…" he hummed in his whiskey tone. His tongue traced the arch of her foot sliding back up to her ankle where he suckled teasingly.
"No?" she questioned in ecstasy, letting her head drop back down on the bed entranced by him.
"Uh-Uh," he murmured removing her shoe, letting it fall to the floor. He shift and lifted her left leg against his chest doing the same. He removed her shoe kissing and teasing her ankle and foot.
"So, what's… you're… fantasy?" She asked again breathlessly, feeling the growing desire build all over again.
Horatio hummed still working on her left ankle. He turned to her finding her lustrous emerald eyes, moving his body in closer, caressing both her legs that rested against his chest and shoulders.
"You're my fantasy Calleigh," he purred in his low velvety tone. His blue eyes so sincere, his words so heartfelt, his hands caressed along her silky smooth legs.
She smiled biting down on her lip. "Really," she said taken aback by his sweetness.
"Always," he answered, letting her legs go. He bent over her reaffirming his words with a mind blowing kiss.
Calleigh wrapped her legs around his waist feeling his long rigid length gradually fill her. She gasped her warm breath against his lips. "Ohh, Horatio… You're not gonna… tell me… what your fantasy is, are you?" she rasped brokenly already in rapture.
Horatio kissed her again letting his tongue slide over to her ear whispering. "This is my fantasy beautiful." He thrust his hips against her, his warm gasp against her face as he whispered, "Having you in my life."
Calleigh's eyes welled. She gazed into his passionate blue eyes as he slowly made love to her.
TBC…
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