DISCLAIMER - I wish I did, but obviously I don't own CSI, nor any of the characters affiliated with the show. So instead, I give you this little insert to enjoy!
A/N - Just a little something to follow up on the recent Field Mice episode.
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It had been 2 months and a day, yet they both could remember as vividly as if it had only happened yesterday. The way he'd touched her, how she had felt beneath him, their moment of release when they had finally given in to their undeniable desire for one another. Two souls united as one. She reminded him of what it felt like to be human, to love and to be happy. He made her realize just how deep his admiration toward her had really been.
They had danced around their true feelings for one another in the forms of witty banter and awkward fights for several years until it finally came to a breaking point. After an emotional roller coaster ride that seemed to take them endlessly around in circles, he had finally shown a crack in the armor. He had inadvertently given her a way in past his thickened exterior, and she took it. And for the first time, she had caught a glimpse of the real man behind the figurative mask. A soul she fell helplessly in love with.
He remembered how she looked when he turned to see her march straight back into his lab after learning what she was suppose to need, but really wanted. The determination she had possessed was like nothing he had seen before, but the lust in her eyes had given away her every intention. He knew he had to move, to get away from her advancements given their profession, but his brain failed to order his legs to move. Instead, he remained where he was to, lost in her eyes, and mere inches from her perfect form. His heart pounded like a drum against his chest as she leaned closer, using everything she had in her arsenal, to convince him that she had indeed felt what he had been feeling for ever so long. But it wasn't with words. No! It was with a kiss more powerful then any word in the English language that could have been used to describe what each had been feeling.
Their first sexual endeavor had been a little sloppy to say the least. But what did one expect from two geek-ridden workolics. It had started off as a simple viewing of their favorite classic science fiction television program from the sixties, on blue-ray dvd of course, along with the suggestion of pizza and a six pack. A second attempt at a first date. But before the second episode had completed it's viewing, attention had been diverted from the television and articles of clothing began to get shed. Their hands had fumbled clumsily over each others body in a desperate attempt to take in as much as they possibly could, as if the moment was suddenly going to be stolen from them. That if they'd pinched themselves, they'd wake up and quickly realize it had all been nothing but a dream. Their lips had crashed heavily into one another's with urgency and desire, their tongues relishing in the everlasting taste of the energy they had felt the first time they'd kissed just days earlier.
She laid back on the couch inviting him in and he willingly accepted, like any red blooded male. To hell with being socially inept! But he wasn't rough, just eager. He treated her body like a shrine, caressing, paying particular attention to spots that had her trembling beneath his touch. And the moment he finally allowed himself to slip into her warmth, she felt her toes curl to the pleasurable sensations of their act.
They both tried to keep a slow and steady pace, to savor in the moment of giving themselves completely to one another, but it didn't fair all to well. Their lack of sex, in general, had wound itself into a tight little package until it finally snapped, like a rubber band. Every touch, every incoherent sound she made in response to his, enticed him to thrust a little harder, to move a little faster. And though she had managed to calm him the first couple of times, it was to much, even for her.
It didn't take to long before they crossed that thin line which led them from excitement, that sexual buildup, to pure ecstasy. Satisfaction and forefillment had struck them mere seconds after their release. Like a ton weight suddenly being lifted from their shoulders. And when both were content with the result of their sexual deed, he gracefully pulled himself out and settled his body down along side of hers, reaching for a blanket that had been thrown across the back of the couch. They had gone from co-workers and friends to a legitimate couple.
Now they sat, side by side 2 months and a day later, impatiently waiting for the one person that held the fate of their future. She nervously squeezed his hand as he smiled, placing his free hand on top of hers in hopes that it would reassure her that everything was going to be okay. How could it not, they loved each other. They've proven it to each other numerous of times since.
When a young man no older then 35, dressed in a white coat and blue scrubs, walked back into the room holding a folder, all he could do was smile and nod at the nervous couple.
A wave of excitement quickly engulfed the room as the brunette released his hand in favor of him gathering her up in his arms. They kissed, hugged, beaming with happiness. They had both wanted a family at some point in their lives. When they turned to thank the young man for the results, he simply chuckled and held up his fingers to indicate two. Yes, two!
And that was when panic sucker punched David Hodges in the gut. In their line of work and the hours they punched, it was going to be a real challenge with one, let alone, two. How were they ever going to manage? It was only then that the soft touch and warm smile of Wendy Simms reassured him that things were going to be okay. That he was going to be a great father.
Their next encounter? Informing their supervisor that not only were they a couple for the past couple of months, but that they were also expecting twins. Something they were not looking forward to.