Author & Beta: Shadowfax27
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Ryan Wolfe/Calleigh Duquesne (aka: CaRWash or Cyan)
Fic Rating: NC-17 (And I'm not kidding!)
Chapter Rating: PG-13 or T for some sexual innuendo
Disclaimer: I told Cupid I wanted CaRWash for Valentine's Day. He told me to go to the corner 'Car Spa' and then dropped some change on my head… along with a Valentine SMUT Penguin, which promptly bit me in the a$$. --
Summary: "Indulge me tonight, Ryan," she invites him now, her voice smooth, teasingly low. "Come home with me, and I promise to give you a Valentine you won't soon forget."
A/N: A belated Valentine's Day piece. Sorry it's late. But this is part of my "Smut-tastic Penguin Series."
Firstly For: Dutchie – Because I promised I'd write you CaRWash with fluff.
And For: Twiztid4Togo – She knows why…
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Chapter 1 – Not Accidentally In Love
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Ryan observes, looking up wistfully at the blackening blue of the sky.
The sun has just taken cover beyond the horizon, leaving technicolor streaks of deep indigo and blue that are now trailing the remnants of its orange and yellow predecessors. It is a clear night for a walk, the wind gentle in its moonlit caress, the beach silver and tranquil as the stars wink conspiratorially overhead.
"What is?" Calleigh asks, eyeing him curiously as she walks alongside, arms clutching at the red stole wrapped around her bare shoulders.
They have just finished eating dinner at their favorite Italian restaurant overlooking the ocean, and now they're taking a slow moonlit stroll along the sandy beach.
"The sky…" Ryan replies. "The stars… This night…" he stops rattling answers for a moment, sparing her a blushing glance. "Everything," he finishes, giving her a shy smile.
"Why, Mr. Wolfe," she teases in her most Southern belle-ish voice. "I had no idea you're such a romantic!"
He blushes again, a chuckle of a smile gracing his lips. He turns to look at her once more, his face taking on a slightly serious expression as he halts in his steps, shoving his hands in the pockets of his dark slacks.
"There're a lot of things you still don't know about me, Calleigh," he states quietly, the greens of his hazel eyes glistening to evergreens.
The gentle candor of his response surprises her a little, and she stops in her tracks as well, turning now to regard affectionately her company – a complicated man with boyishly handsome features. She agrees that a lot about this patrol officer-turned-criminalist still remains a mystery, but it's exactly the enigma that is Ryan Wolfe that she finds so intriguing and irresistibly alluring… attractively appealing in so many ways.
She knows their coming together wasn't accidental at all. She appreciates the fact that everything happens for a reason; she has always held onto that belief. And now she's grateful that whatever that reason is, she is lucky enough to have fallen in love with someone that embodies 'amazing' in ways she can't even begin to fathom, in ways mere words cannot describe.
"True," she concedes, giving him an innocently wily smile. "But I know of one word that, I believe, describes you perfectly."
He takes a baby step closer now, amused interest apparent on his face.
"One word, huh?" he asks, eyebrow quirking up in curiosity as his mind spools with possibilities.
"Uh-huh," she says teasingly, not giving away the answer just yet.
He indulges her a few seconds of thought but then shakes his head not long after. Something tells him that the word she's thought of isn't a word that's normally spoken in one's 'everyday language dictionary.'
Giving up finally, he queries, "And what word would that be?"
"Supernova," she replies with ease.
"Supe- what?" he asks, bewildered.
Her smile widens to a grin, and she can't help the chuckle that spills from her lips at his reaction, at the deep but adorable frown that's now creasing his brows. It's an expression she has come to find endearing, and she wishes now that she has brought her camera along, snap his picture promptly and then post it in the door of her locker, so she can glance at it often, before and after shift in fact, and giggle at the fond memories it brings.
"Supernova," she reiterates, taking a small step towards him this time, still watching the play of emotions on his face.
Behind them, the sky dims to a welcome contrast against the moon's radiance, the waves continuing their rush of wet kisses as they collide lazily, one right after the other, against the sandy shore.
"Supernova," he repeats finally, as if twisting and turning and slicing the meaning of the word in his mind. "Huh… Why would you think that?" he asks, searching her eyes for answers.
She takes another baby step towards him, her eyes flirting, meeting his briefly, her hands moving up to grasp the lapels of his dark blazer. Playfully, she begins to fiddle with his lapels, her eyes skimming down to join her manicured fingers, which are now tracing the clean line of his dress shirt, where the two sides overlap.
She waits a few teasing moments before responding, prefacing her answer with a rhetorical question.
"You know what a supernova is, don't you?" she asks nonchalantly in turn, moving discreetly to bridge the distance between their two forms.
She watches his expression shift from confusion to nervous anticipation, and she grins internally when she observes him swallowing hard, trying to still the quivering frenzy in his gut.
"Well…" she continues, the warmth of her breath ghosting ever so lightly against his neck. "You know how a supernova is a stellar explosion that releases huge amounts of energy that can be seen and felt in the surrounding space?"
He nods, and she continues.
"You know how a supernova begins as a star, right? And you know how a star is basically a celestial body of hot gases that radiates energy…?" she pauses again, watching to see if he's following so far.
Again, Ryan nods, and she resumes her explanation.
"Well, now think about it for a minute, babe," she tells him now, a clever smirk teasing on her lips as she waits for him to connect the dots.
Frowning once more, Ryan settles his gaze on the crashing waves behind her as he tries to make sense of what Calleigh has just explained to him... albeit almost cryptically.
She studies his face carefully, looking for any signs of recognition, and a few moments pass before she's rewarded with that "Eureka!" expression, a discernible "Aha!" look playing brilliantly in the greens of his eyes. She chuckles, then, when his gaze returns to her at last, his lips twisting up into an amused grin, even as he shakes his head.
"Oh, I see…" he tells her after a short while, still grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Well, then I guess it wouldn't be presumptuous of me to say that you think I'm hot," he asks more than states.
She giggles heartily in return, an amused, blushing laugh that the once-patrol officer finds absolutely contagious.
"Oh, you're much more than that, babe," she says with a sly wink. "I think you're absolutely heavenly!"
It's Ryan's turn to blush this time, his gaze flickering down onto the sand between their feet, even as he finds himself unable to get rid of the goofy grin on his face. She finds his all-at-once shy demeanor sweetly endearing, and she gives him a few seconds to compose himself, hearing him clear his throat nervously before lifting his eyes to meet hers again, that adorable frown returning once more.
"Wait a minute," he counters unexpectedly, sounding as if some sort of grand revelation has just occurred to him. "You do know that a supernova only occurs at the end of a star's lifetime, right?"
"And?" she asks teasingly, an eyebrow raised in question.
His frown deepens at her seemingly indifferent attitude, and she has to bite down on her lower lip to keep herself from grinning and to hold in the bubbling laughter that's trying to force its way out of her throat.
"Aaaand…" he repeats slowly, still confused over her nonchalance. "Well, doesn't that mean that the only reason why the explosion happens in the first place is because the star dies?" he reasons.
Unable to contain herself for very long, Calleigh lets out a soft giggle, thus confounding Ryan even more.
"Oh, Ryan!" she exclaims flirtingly, still chuckling as she circles her arms around his neck, pulling him down to erase the slim distance between them, as she moves to stand on her tiptoes. Nose to nose, almost forehead to forehead, she gazes into the hazel greens of his telling eyes and smiles wickedly, "I prefer to think of that explosion as a positive," she whispers, her voice sensual and husky against his lips.
Despite his bewilderment, Ryan's hands find their way up to her waist, his arms coiling around her back, bringing her flush against his taller frame, the shared warmth radiating hotly between their bodies, warming them against the cooling night air.
"Care to explain why, Duquesne?" he rejoins now, his eyes flashing with something else entirely calm yet deceptively iniquitous that she finds herself unable to move or look away, even as the heat between her legs intensify to an electric ache.
"Because…" she replies, pressing their foreheads together this time, "…That's the way you make me feel when you show me how much you love me," she answers in that low, seductive tone again.
"Really, now?" he states more than asks, his voice equally low and gravelly against her lips. "And, uh… how would you describe that feeling?"
Her smile widens impossibly, and there's a wicked gleam in her eyes that tells him she's telling the truth.
"Three words, Ryan," she teases him once more.
"Should I guess what those three words are too?" he teases back.
"No, I'll tell you exactly what they are…" she answers, still smiling wickedly.
Ryan waits in patient anticipation for the answer, but Calleigh merely lifts her forehead from his, planting a deceptively chaste kiss on his lips instead. She follows that first kiss with a line of light, butterfly kisses beginning on Ryan's chin, moving along the masculine edge of his jaw line, all the way up to the delicate area just below his left ear, the one that sticks out adorably more than the other.
And having reached that sensitive spot, she drops one last kiss on his earlobe, feeling him shiver against the warmth of her lips, before breathing her answer hotly into his ear.
"It's an explosion," she tells him finally, holding his head firmly between her hand and her mouth. "It's like a shock wave so strong, it shakes me to the core and leaves me seeing stars behind my eyes," she reveals, reveling in the way his breath is quickening against her shorter frame, obviously aroused. "And I know I'm not the only one who feels that way."
She releases him, then, but not completely. Her hands still resting around his neck, she pulls back enough to gaze into his eyes once more, giving him a knowing wink, a small smirk toying on the edge of her lips, even as she continues to speak in that low, sultry voice.
"Now, I can tell you all the analogies I've thought of about how you behave and react just like a supernova, but I think you catch my drift, don't you?" she states more than asks, that wily smile returning. "And I, for one, would rather experience it again than stand here and talk about it."
Ryan finds himself too stunned to respond to that, and he does the only thing he can think of: tightening his arms around her, he covers her mouth with his, kissing her with such raw intensity that it leaves her nearly breathless when he finally releases her.
"My place, then?" he asks now, still panting heavily against her mouth.
"No…" she shakes her head, giving him a reassuring smile when he looks at her questioningly. "Let's go to my place tonight," she tells him softly.
"Okay," he shrugs, a bit baffled by her answer. "Can I ask why? I mean… you always seem to prefer going to my place…" he lets the statement hang in air, hoping she'd catch his drift.
"I know," she says, not the least bit affronted. "But since you went through so much trouble to make today special for me, I wanted to do something… extraordinary for you in return."
"Calleigh," he starts, and she knows he's about to protest. "You know you don't have to-"
"Shhh…" a finger on his lips hushes his objection in an instant. "I'm not doing this to return the favor, Ryan," she explains. "I'm doing this because I want to," she tells him sincerely. "I want to," she repeats with conviction.
She kisses him again, as if to add weight to what she has just told him. And when they break apart, she gives him a generous smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief once more.
"Indulge me tonight, Ryan," she coaxes him now, her voice smooth, temptingly low. "Come home with me, and I promise to give you everything you deserve… I'll give you a Valentine you won't soon forget."
Cupping her face as he leans his forehead against hers this time, Ryan bequeaths her with a not-so-chaste kiss, a soft, slow caress of lips on lips, knowingly leaving her craving for more.
"With pleasure," he breathes hotly when they separate, looking at her with something akin to hunger in his eyes.
Her breath catches in her throat, and for a moment, she's unable to look away, unable to speak as Ryan leans in once more to whisper something in her ear, his voice still fiercely low, almost growling in her ear.
"Let's go…"
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A/N: Mwahahaha!! A cliffhanger just as it's getting… interesting. But no worries. The next part of this fic features some hot and heavy things, leading to even hotter and heavier things in the final chapter. I'm not promising a quick update as I'm still working on finishing the fic, but there will be one sooner than how I've been posting lately. That much I can promise. Anyway, let me know what you think so far. The Penguins and I would certainly appreciate hearing from you!