Disclaimer: In no way is the author profiting from the story. The character's belong to CBS, I am just having a little fun.
Author's note: Reviews are appreciated
Laying on her bed she looked out to see rain still pouring down on the city, its sixth day of precipitation at the beginning of hurricane season. Even at dusk in the city, traffic was still at a constant. Cars could be heard revving their engines and slamming on their brakes at each intersection.
She could picture the frustrated drivers in their cars as they moved only ten feet at a time and sighed, grateful she was inside rather than fighting the traffic down below.
A helicopter flew by an adjacent apartment building and she propped herself up on her elbows to see it fly past her window. As it disappeared and a flock of gulls could be heard outside, crying as they headed toward the coast.
The plan had been to get away from the hustle of the city and relax. She had vacation time set aside and she was going to put it to good use at a bed and breakfast north of Miami. It had been twelve days since her last day off and after a triple homicide downtown and a double shift, she was cancelling her reservations.
The only reason she was able to go home for eight hours of rest was after she was woken up by her boss in the break room, asleep on the couch.
Getting off the bed she set her gun and badge on her bedside table before making her way to the washroom to draw a bath. As she poured lavender bath salts into the hot water she looked around the bathroom, wishing she was out of town rather than in her own apartment.
Untucking her white blouse, she put her charcoal grey pants in the laundry hamper and let down her hair. Normally, a dressing gown would be chosen and she'd wear that to get a glass of wine from the kitchen but it had been a long day and she was exhausted.
Standing in her kitchen, she looked around her rarely used apartment. It was clean from a lack of use; on her last day off she scrubbed every room and every inch of her abode for something to do, rather than compulsion for a clean environment.
"So much for a vacation," she murmured and took a sip of the red liquid, enjoying the effects of the alcohol in her system after a long day.
She turned on the stereo in her living room and took her glass down to her bathroom. She tossed her blouse on her bed and set the wine by the bathtub. Testing the water and deciding it was the perfect temperature, she shut off the water and heard a knock at her door.
"You've got to be joking," she grumbled and pulled her dressing gown over her shoulders.
Standing on her toes, she could see Eric on the other side of her door and she sighed, debating whether to let him in or not.
Calleigh opened the door and Eric's eyes travelled over the lines of her body, from the curve of her hip to the low-cut neckline of the dark green, satin robe. He looked too good to be getting off a double shift like her. His bright blue dress shirt fit him so well and she loved the way his black slacks hung off his hips.
"Hey Eric," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "What's up?"
"Uh," Eric laughed nervously and held up her purse. "You left your purse in the squad car. Driving without a license on you, tsk tsk."
"Oh, thank-you for bringing it by." She reached out for the black leather bag but Eric dropped his arm to his side. Calleigh's face knit into a frown as she tried to remember how she got home without it.
Nodding behind her, Eric gave her a hopeful look. "What are you doing?"
"I was just about to take a bath," Calleigh replied with a tone that implied she wanted to take it alone.
"You want some company?" he asked with a suggestive smile.
From Eric's point of view, things were hopeful for him. Upon opening her door, her robe hung open giving him a good view of the white cotton bra she was wearing and a bit of her abdomen. From Calleigh's side, she was tired and not feeling particularly shy.
"Eric..." Calleigh started and ducked her head, trying to hide a smile
Letting him in would be a bad idea but she allowed him to walk past her anyway. Eric took her hand and shut the door behind him, pressing her up against it. He planted his lips on hers, his hand in her hair. Calleigh's lips parted and she slid her tongue against his.
Opening her robe, Eric slipped on hand from her flat stomach to her hip, cupping her backside and lifting her so his pelvis lined with hers. Calleigh let out a gasp, his arousal for her was evident through his jeans.
Calleigh pushed on his shoulders and Eric put her down, stepping back a mere inch. In her bare feet and his height added to the inch soles on his shoes, the height difference between them was more pronounced.
"Why don't you order something and I'll get dressed?" Calleigh offered, not looking at him in the eye.
Eric ran his index finger along the waistband of her underwear and dipped his head down to nuzzle her neck. "Okay."
Calleigh sighed as his tongue danced along her collarbone. "Chinese?" she said and Eric shook his head before bit her gently. "Italian?" she suggested as he slid his hand under the front of her panties. She stiffened, awaiting his next move. "God," she sighed and Eric bit her shoulder, hard. "Eric!"
With a mischievous smile, Eric stepped away from her and wiped his saliva off his lip. "Isn't that why you asked me in?"
Calleigh tied her robe tight to her body as she brushed past him to the kitchen. "You came over here," she reminded him.
"I don't really want anything for dinner," Eric said following behind her.
Calleigh turned around. "What do you want?"
Eric smiled and flashed her a smile. "If you're asking..."
Calleigh held up her hand. "Eric."
Eric laughed. "C'mon Calleigh. It's been a long few days. I thought we could unwind together." Eric pulled her close to him. "I remember a gorgeous blonde showing up at my apartment a week ago with a bottle of tequila after we pulled a double-shift."
"I didn't realise you had the same arrangement with the news lady," Calleigh retorted with a grin.
Eric scoffed. "Different gorgeous blonde. She's about 5'3", 110 pounds, bright green eyes... A real sucker for Cuban men."
Calleigh shook her head slowly, "Not ringing any bells."
Eric cupped her backside through her robe. "Southern accent, a smile that stops traffic. She likes it rough."
Pointing to herself, Calleigh gave him a questioning look and Eric nodded. "Oh, I'm the gorgeous blonde?"
"Drop dead, gorgeous. Sexy as hell," Eric growled. "I believe that night we broke the record."
"On tequila shots no less," Calleigh retorted, wrapping her arms around his neck.
They swayed back and forth, holding one another close in her kitchen. The slow, sultry urban music played softly in the background and Calleigh could feel herself drowning in the moment.
It was a funny dance they were doing without explanation to each other or themselves of the details and what it meant. It started after Tim's funeral, she was picking up milk at the grocer near the department and ran into Eric. Instead of going home, having a glass of wine and waking up the next morning with a slight hangover Calleigh woke up at two a.m. on Eric's living room floor, covered by a blanket with Eric's arm wrapped around her waist.
The next morning she acted as though nothing happened and they didn't discuss it, both shrugging it off as a drunken mistake. That was until Eric's badge was being used as in a murder and she came home, finding him in her hallway with a bottle of red wine and a hopeful look.
Nights Calleigh normally spent in front of the television alone were replaced with a night in bed with Eric. Sometimes he came over for an hour, other times he watched television with her, initiating sex in the middle of a program they were watching. He rarely stayed the night and when he did, they never woke up next to one another. It was a convenient relationship, one that rarely spilled into their work lives. Occasionally they would brush each other off; Calleigh was guilty of it many times. If he felt he had competition with Ryan, he certainly never voiced it and Calleigh did nothing to quell any fears their arrangement would end.
Calleigh took him for coffee one evening, wanting to talk but they didn't make it out of the empty parking lot, almost getting caught for public indecency. After Hagen died, Calleigh pulled away from him even more. He was losing her and they both knew it.
Eric took her hand and led her down the hallway to the bedroom, into the en suite. Calleigh tied her hair up, took off her robe and undergarments, lowering herself into the bathtub. Eric undressed quietly and stepped in behind her, Calleigh sitting between the V of his legs.
The water was still hot against his skin and he picked up the exfoliating sponge from the wire basket that hung off the claw foot tub. Calleigh groaned as he worked the sponge over her back, using the other hand to knead the muscles at the base of her neck. She ran her fingernails along the skin of his calves, appreciating the romance and thoughtfulness of Eric's massage.
"Where did you get this bruise?" Eric asked, running his thumb over her hip.
"Ryan and I were processing the sinking boat last week and we were knocked over. I fell on my side," Calleigh explained, looking over her shoulder. Raising her arm, Calleigh looked down at her hip and touched Eric's hand gently. "I didn't realise I had that."
Eric moved the sponge to her abdomen, rubbing across her breasts and down to her thighs. Calleigh leaned against him as his right hand dipped between her legs, his finger rubbing in slow circles as his left hand massaged her breast. The combined stimulation pushed over the edge and she orgasm quietly in his arms.
The bathroom had filled with steam and the scent of lavender surrounded them. The candles around the bathroom flickered and danced while two glasses of wine sat in arms reach.
Calleigh sighed and pulled away from Eric, turning around in the bath to face him. Eric watched her lower herself onto him, biting her lip as her body adjusted to him being inside her.
"Sexy as hell," Eric repeated, holding her hips.
Calleigh opened her eyes, telling him everything he ever wanted to know about her. "Don't move," she said, her voice strained and Eric nodded, his thumbs moving in small circles.
If it was once, it was their hundredth time making love and Calleigh always asked for a minute after penetration. He had tried to ask her why she needed time after they had been together a few times. Calleigh explained, abashed, she was 'a small girl' and Eric was 'larger than standard issue.' At first he thought she was just embellishing or her tissue would stretch to accommodate but their encounters weren't frequent enough for her body to adjust.
Eric kissed her neck and collarbone, waiting for her to move. Calleigh leaned down and kissed his lips, deeply for the first time since he walked through the door. Their tongues massaging each others as little moans escaped her.
Calleigh broke the kiss and moved her hips, up and down, letting out a long moan. She used the side of the tub for leverage for steady, soft pace. The hot bath was making his face flush red while the bath salts were making his skin felt soft like a baby's. His intention was not to get off but to allow her to use him - watching her was enough stimulation.
"I'm getting close," Calleigh warned, her head dropping back.
"It's okay, baby," Eric said, kissing her exposed neck.
Calleigh bit her lip and shook her head before her upper body stiffened and her orgasm took over. As she came down, Eric ran his hands up and down her back as she leaned against his chest as she regained herself. Calleigh kissed him again, more fervently and whispered to him to take her to bed.
Eric watched her wrap a towel around her self when she got out of the tub and followed her, wine glass in hand and a towel around his waist to the bedroom.