TITLE: Not An Inch

AUTHOR: Anansay

SPOILERS: Invisible Evidence.

SUMMARY: She asks him to pin her down, but he has different ideas.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Oh how I wish…

Author's Notes: My take on how the "pin me down" scene SHOULD have happened, in an otherwise perfect world. Dream on with me, folks! ~smile~

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Not An Inch

By Anansay

He was standing right there, right in front of me and closer than I could ever remember him being. My heart stopped and just sat in my chest like a lump of hot clay searing my skin from the inside out.

Like this, he said, his voice bringing shivers and goosebumps to cover my body. He waited a moment, never taking his eyes from mine and then lowered his hands ever so slowly down my body and then by my side, against the sheet.

And in all, the only touching was his hands on my wrists, keeping me prisoner. Prisoner, yes, that's what I was, his prisoner. And no matter how I struggled, he always had me in his grasp, somehow. Now it was his hands by my waist, not touching me. I could feel my arms trembling as I held them aloft, unwilling to let my skin touch his.

Not yet.

He was still looking at me. He hadn't moved. Not an inch. I swore he'd run away as fast as his bow legs could take him. But he hadn't moved. Not an inch.

His breathing had started to come faster, just a bit mind you, not much but certainly noticeable, even if I weren't trained as a CSI.

He was watching me, his eyes staring hard into mine. I fought to keep myself on balance, not to give in. I couldn't give in. I couldn't let him see that he affected me to that degree. He already knew I was interested in him, but he didn't need to know more. No, he didn't.

And still he didn't move. Not an inch.

My heart had begun to beat again, too fast like it was trying to make up the beats it missed on its little rest a while ago. I swore he could hear it, or maybe see it in my neck, the vein pulsing in time with my heart, with my breathing.

And then he moved. I was stuck. His hands by my side pinned me against him, yet not touching him. He moved and he was closer. I could see the pores of his skin as his head neared mine. My mind almost exploded as the reason became crystal clear and I gasped a bit of air before his lips gently grazed mine. Caught in his magic, my eyes closed and I lost myself in the deliciously sweet sensation of his soft lips on mine.

My arms came down slowly to rest on his shoulders and his lips were still touching me. Not moving, just resting. I opened my eyes and saw his were closed, his eyelashes resting on his cheek in gentle repose. My eyes closed again.

And then he was gone. His lips gone from mine.

I opened my eyes again and he was just opening his and I was caught all over again. His eyes, usually so blue were dark and stormy, almost grey. They wrapped around my heart and squeezed it, stealing the breath from my body. I gasped.

His lips were parted, just slightly and I could see the tip of this tongue as it rested on teeth. I knew what his lips felt like and I wanted more. I wanted to taste him, I wanted to feel more of him.

But I didn't move.

And neither did he.

But he did smile. And his eyes lit up like a moonless starry night and my heart was set free.