AN: First attempt at straight smut I'm an ace female and really only understand the dynamics of m/m sex, which is probs weird cuz... well... asexual. But yea, sorry if I got shit wrong. Peace fam.

This wasn't supposed to keep happening. She wasn't supposed to be running her hands along his chest while he sucked lightly on her collar bone. She wasn't supposed to be trailing her fingers down to his belt buckle. He wasn't supposed to be massaging her titties with a sensual grace that yielded goosebumps along her skin.

They weren't supposed to keep doing this, they had both agreed that it was for the best.

But ever since the first time, ever since Eric finally felt what it was like to be inside her, finally felt what it was like to leave butterfly kisses on her chest, finally felt his skin against hers, he knew that no matter how hard either of them tried, this was going to keep happening.

Calleigh walked into the locker room exhausted yet still able to keep herself on her feet. She noticed Eric and knew that they needed to talk about this at one time or another. She took a moment to take him in, sitting there in his wife beater and shorts, knowing she was there but waiting for her to acknowledge him.

"You going to the gym?" she asked with a sweet smile on her face. Eric grinned, and the way his smile made her heart skip was incentive to dive right into her next statement, "About last night... I know we keep saying its not gonna happen anymore..."

Eric's lopsided grin grew a bit wider, "yea and it keeps happening." His grin wavers a bit and he went on to ask the question both of them knew the answer too, "is that a bad thing?"

Hearing the close of a locker door Calleigh glanced her attention towards the general direction of where another co worker was, then met Eric's gaze and whispered, "I don't think we should talk about it in here."

"So what- your place or mine?"

Calleigh offered an almost shy grin in response, and walked out of the locker room with him.

While she felt Eric's tongue run against her lips, she came to understand that the two of them repeating that "this isn't going to keep happening," was more so a way to justify the fact that it was going to keep happening, but that at least they were attempting to stop it.

Eric had her pinned against the wall before she was even able to put her keys down, laying soft, needed kisses down the side of her neck and rendering her incapable of fighting him off.

This wasn't supposed to keep happening she reminded herself as she ran her hands down his sides and danced her fingers along a patch of skin right below his T-shirt.

The feel of her cool fingers against his warm skin fueled him with desire, so there he was back on her lips- teasing, biting, sucking- while attempting to hastily unbotton her blouse. After the fourth button was undone he realized there was no use and ripped the shirt off her, and he half expected her to be upset, but instead she bit his bottom lip in response, there was something rather sexy about Eric being so hungry for her.

Her arms laced around his neck and her head hit the wall with her eyes falling closed while he went back to leaving rosie kisses down her chest and hastily attempted to get her bra undone. Once she was free of the societal expectation that her titties needed to be covered and shaped a certain way(yes Calleigh was a feminist and once burned her bra in high school), Eric latched onto a nipple with his teeth while running his hands down to her backside to cup her bottom and hoist her up a tad further against the wall so he could grind his knee in between her thighs.

She let out a lust filled gasp while she ran her fingers through his hair then down his back to the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head, running her cool fingers over his chest, around his nipples and down his abdomen, leaving him to warmly moan into the kiss and work at kneading her titties with a bit more force.

"Eric, bed," she whispered against his lips. Eric took his attention off of her for just a moment, then looked towards the general direction of the bedroom. He hoisted her around his hips and carried her, trying his best not to stumble over things, considering his mind was a bit... preoccupied.

Once in the bedroom Calleigh fell onto her back, and Eric left a trail of kisses down her neck, past her collarbone, over her tittes, and resting on the patch of skin right above her work pants. He sucked and bit and nipped, decreasing her cognitive skills to where all she could seem to do was moan with pleasure at the anticipation of what would come next.

Finally his fingers found their way towards the button of her pants. Once undone he let them fall to a puddle on the floor, so he could suck and bite and nip at his favorite dessert of the day. He smiled when he realized she was in a black laced thong, and looked up to her, running his finger over her still clothed clit. "I don't think you wanted this to stop happening," he grinned, putting the hem of her panties in his mouth and slowly pulling them down off of her.

"I never said I wante-" but her statement turned into a moan as Eric carefully sucked at her clit, his fingers wandering up to her titties to find that her hand was already there. He loved it when she did that.

"Eric-" she moaned, arching her back when he inserted one, then, two, and finally three inside of her. He couldn't help but grin as he ran his tongue up and down her clit in small circles, he loved hearing her moan his name.

She could feel herself coming close, but this was not how she wanted it to end, not this soon, not without him getting the same pleasure in return.

"Eric-" she whispered, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him back up to her, "I want you inside me," she whispered, biting at his neck and trailing her fingers back down to his belt buckle, where she fumbled to work at the puzzle. It seemed that the simple task of taking off his pants was far more complicated than that of evaluating a crime scene. But, it probably had something to do with the fact that Eric isn't sucking and moaning and nipping at the sensitive skin along her titties while at a crime scene.

Finally she finds herself able to rid him of his pants and then quickly let his drawers fall down with them. He moaned at the feel of her hands along his long length, working in soft circles up and down, twisting and turning and feeling and damn, why the hell was she even contemplating ending this?

Eric moved his attention back to Calleigh's lips and kissed her, full of passion and longing while his hand crept back down and brushed itself along her clit. She let out a moan, her breathing hitched and her body quivering.

"Eric," she breathed, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her legs around his waist, "please."

He smiled and slowly teased her with his member before finally entering. They both let out a moan, at the feel of how big he was, how tight she was, and just how damn good it felt for them to be at their most vulnerable with one another.

Their senses were heightened and their breathing became labored as Eric went from soft, slow thrusts to longer and harder and faster ones.

Eric continued to massage his thumb against Calleigh's clit while she ran her fingers over her titties because she knew how much Eric loved to watch her. He grinned and began sucking at the free tittie, feeling himself moan as her muscles began to clench.

She was so damn close, and seeing her, her eyes closed, face flushed, hair knotted and drenched in sweat, seeing her so vulnerable and passionate and sexy made her irresistible, no matter how many times they told each other that this should stop.

He moved his lips from his tittes to her collarbone then to her neck, and again he was sucking and biting and nipping and Calleigh knew there was going to be a mark, but she really didn't mind.

She was so close, and the multiple stimulations her body was experiencing was too much to handle, and when Eric made his way up to her ear, sucking on the lobe softly and then whispering, "te amo, mi amor."

That sent her over the edge, him speaking spanish to her always did. She gripped her hands in his hair; the feel of her spasms clenching against him, hearing her moan his name, watching her eyes flutter and breathing catch sent him over too, filling her with every last piece that he had, gripping her wrists tightly and catching her lips once more, while both of them were still trying to wrap their heads around how fucking good that felt, how fucking right it felt.

Eric fell on top of her, resting his head on her chest while caressing her sides with the tips of his fingers.

He found himself moving up next to her, resting his face in her hair and taking in her scent while wrapping his arms around her waist. "Cal, I don't want this to stop."

Calleigh laced her hand with his and smiled, "I don't want it to either."

It was silent for a moment, both of the taking comfort in the silence of one another and savoring the feel of his body pressed against hers, holding her like he would never see her again.

"Eric?" Calleigh asked.

"Yea Cal," Eric responded, aimlessly running his thumb in circles on the top of her hand.

"I love you too."