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Thanks to Newbie, my precious little Beta-reader who enjoys this kind of fics a little too much ;o)

This chapter is T/M. What follows is very M...

"Thank you for saving my life." She dramatically threw her purse to her feet and sweetly smiled at him.

"Calleigh, I hardly saved your life…"Eric chuckled. She had sounded desperate when she called him 20 minutes ago.

"Sure you did. Stranded on a rainy day has to be the worst thing possible… I'm soaked."

She looked down at the yellow blouse and white skirt she was wearing. Eric followed her gaze. In a second his eyes were back on the road. Who had said that only white was transparent when wet? Whatever that top was made of definitely didn't leave much to the imagination. He slowly breathed out wondering if she was cold. He quickly looked again and caught her watching him. He willed himself to look at her eyes. Eyes were a pretty safe place. Her mouth was still safe territory so he ventured to look. He gulped realizing that maybe it was not, at least not when she was biting her lower lip like she did. He gave her an uneasy smile and shifted on his seat. That was just perfect. If she found out that he was turned on, she definitely wouldn't be pleased. But hadn't she seen that her blouse was very, very, very… revealing?

"So where did your friend go?" He finally asked to fill the silence.

"Don't ask. He's a jerk…" She pouted a little and shook her head.

"Okay… So I don't get to know what he did?" His curiosity got the better of him. He usually didn't pry, but the whole situation was actually quite funny and he was dying to know more.

"He behaved improperly in public." She said with a condemning tone.

"What did he do?"

"He groped my butt if you want to know. Then I slapped him, he called me a tease, well worse than that actually." She recalled with a frown. "I told him to get lost and he simply left." Eric laughed at her description of the events. "Eric? Am I a tease?"

He looked at her. She had taken a completely relaxed position on the seat next to him. Her skirt was riding a little higher than before showing a good amount of her perfect thighs. The blouse was still hugging her tightly and he had to be blind not to notice her peaking breasts.

"Of course not." He shifted again.

"Exactly." She nodded happy with his answer. "It's a little hot in here. Can I turn the air-conditioning up?"

"Well I'm not sure it's a good idea. You're all wet, you don't want to get cold…"

If the air got any chillier, there was no way he could tear his eyes from her. Just thinking about hardening nipples was enough to make him even more aware of the new tightness of his normally large pants. He concentrated on the traffic ahead and started to think about ugly crime scenes and decaying bodies.

"True. We're not far from my place anyway." She finally admitted.

She brought her hand to her throat and played with her locket. He swallowed once more and tried to forget the effect she was having on him. When her hand moved to her neck, the yellow fabric etched itself even more tightly over her breasts. He glanced over unable to prevent his eyes from checking her out once more. He felt his blood rush down and he adopted a straighter position on his seat. He didn't dare look a second time, but had it been possible that she wasn't wearing anything below her top? He looked at his hands. His knuckles were white due to the force with which he was gripping the steering wheel. Suddenly he felt a little sympathy for her date. If at this second he had been standing next to Calleigh, he probably would have done far worse than pinch her bottom. As they neared her apartment block, she grabbed her purse and took her keys out.

"Care to come up and have a drink? I'd hate to be alone now…" She smiled hopefully at him. He couldn't help but smile too. How was he supposed to turn her down? Throwing caution to the winds, he nodded. He just hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid.

"Yes, sure. I wasn't planning anything special. I'll park the car and come up in a sec."

"Great. See you upstairs." She quickly left the car and she ran to the main entrance. As she arrived there, she turned around and waved at him. Before entering the building she pulled the blouse out of her skirt and squeezed the water out of it.

Even from where he was, Eric couldn't help noticing that she definitely wasn't wearing anything below her top. He gulped once more and stared at the steering wheel. Was she trying to turn him on? Because that was definitely working. He shook his head and laughed at the idea. Why in heaven's name would Calleigh do something like that? He looked around for a parking place and spotted one a little further away. As he was locking his door, he looked at the sky, silently thanking heaven for the rain that was still pouring down. A cold shower would have been better but in the current situation, it was the closest thing he could get. A little moment later he was standing in front of her door. He pushed it open surprised to find it unlocked.

"Calleigh?"

"I'll be right with you. I'm changing into something more comfortable."

"You shouldn't leave your door open, I could have waited outside for you to…" He couldn't finish his sentence.

He had expected her to come back fully dressed and this short, black, silky robe was a call for seduction. She smiled once more at him as if her attire was the most natural thing in the world. Eric disbelieving looked at her. Sure they were friends and colleagues, but he was also a man and that kind of robe… was simply not something any guy could look at without picturing... She slightly swayed her hips in an enticing way as she came closer. She trailed one finger down his stomach before pulling at his T-shirt. He felt his muscles contract at the contact.

"You're all wet. Didn't you find a parking spot close to here?"

He looked at her. He could have sworn that her voice had been huskier than normal. Was she playing him? He had probably done something wrong at work and she was making him pay for it now. Thinking about it, nothing came to mind. But this was Calleigh so…

"No, I had to drive a little." He answered her a little breathless.

"Why didn't you take your umbrella, silly?"

Probably because that would have defeated the purpose of standing in the pouring rain, he thought to himself. He swore under his breath, thinking how useless his little shower had been.

"Didn't think about it…" His eyes were focused on her eyes.

"You can't stay all wet. You'll catch a cold." She noted. "Let me put your clothes in the dryer." As she talked, she yanked at the hem of his T-shirt. Nervously his hand covered hers.

"No it's okay, I'm fine."

"Are you playing shy? I didn't know you were like that." She laughed and licked her lips. Damn why had he looked? "Come on don't be stupid, give me your T-shirt and pants." She held out her hand, apparently expecting him to strip in front of her.

"Now? Here?" The shirt wouldn't be a problem, but the pants… that was an entirely different story. There was no way he could hide his arousal and that would be one major embarrassment for both of them.

"Okay prissy lady! Go to the bathroom and change." She pushed him towards the door. "You know, I would have turned around if you had asked. And I wouldn't have peeked… at least not much." She giggled. "I'll get a terry robe for you. It's my father's. It's probably a little small for you, but it'll do."

As he came out, she was waiting for him on her couch and patted the spot next to her. He sat down a little further away and tightly closed the much too small robe.

"Do you want something to drink? I have a nice Merlot."

"Sure, why not."

As she stood up, the robe loosened a little uncovering one shoulder and showing a little too much cleavage for his comfort. When he had accepted to come up he hadn't expected them to be both half-naked in a matter of minutes. He shook his head, not that anything was likely to happen. Calleigh came back with two glasses and sat next to him pulling her legs under her.

"So what do you want to do?" She sipped at her wine. The images that flashed through his mind made him blush.

"We could watch a movie, didn't you tell me about this DVD you just purchased?"

"Yes we could... But I don't really feel like it..."

"Okay..." Damn the thriller would have been perfect to calm him down. Nothing was better than a good bloodshed to think about anything but her and the thousand different ways he wanted to make love to her. He sighed.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Calleigh innocently looked at him. "There is no reason."

She put her glass on the coffee table and her robe slipped once more revealing one perfect breast. Eric cursed silently. She had to be blind not to notice the effect she was having on him. He looked at the ceiling wondering how long it would take for his clothes to be dry enough to get dressed again.

"You're awfully silent. Is something bothering you?"

"No, of course not... So how was your last case? Ryan told me it had been pretty weird..." She quizzically looked at him. "What?"

"You want to talk about a case?"

"It's a conversation like any other."

"Sure... Wow it's kinda sad..." This time it was Eric's turn to stare at her questioningly. "That we have no other subject of discussion anymore. Wonder when that changed..." She took her glass, this time holding her robe in place. "Maybe I should have called Ryan..."

"No, of course not." He shook his head, the thought of Ryan sitting next to her at this precise moment was enough to make him physically ill. "You were right to call me. You know I'm always here for you if you need me. I know we have been a little less close lately, but you're one of the most important person in my life."

"So what is the problem?" She pushed once more.

"Oh come on, you know what the problem is."

"No I don't." She sounded sincere, but the mischievous glint in her eyes belied her words.

"Yeah right. I think I should get my clothes." His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. She was leaning a little forward and the view he had was enough to make sweat break on his brow. Eric stood up and saw Calleigh smiling up at him. "What exactly are you playing at?"