CSI: Miami

Horatio/OC

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A new for Horatio who has a surprise and more in store.

This started out as a Harem story and got away from me. Please, tell me if it works for you as a separate story. Feedback, please! (submit review)

The Talent

Elizabeth Vargas was about as attractive a woman as the red headed Horatio Caine had ever met. However, there was nothing about her, which could have indicated that she'd soon be the center of one of the most erotic experiences he'd ever had; to say nothing of it occurring in the middle of a public park, with about twelve hundred people around.

It had all certainly started innocently enough; she had been seated next to him on a return flight from Boulder, Colorado where he'd attended a conference about the latest electronic gizmos for CSI Laboratories. She first got his attention because, in contrast to her elegant Hispanic features, she spoke with a southern patter like that of Mr. Duquesne, Esquire, Calleigh's father. She also displayed that charismatic feminine allure that most women of the Deep South were steeped in from birth, that sort of true charm that never aged, only improved. When she told him that she worked as Head Librarian in the central Miami-Dade County Library, located just down the street from the Lab, he happily mentioned his own occupation and then, of course, the proximity of his workplace. In response to her interest, though he was usually reticent, especially with strangers, an hour later, he realized he was still talking about procedures because it kept her beautiful brown eyes on him.

Then, parting at the Miami terminal, just as he was going to inquire, she asked for his number, declaring that he could possibly be a 'resource' for her, 'if he would be so kind'. A few days later, before he could call her first, she invited him out to dinner so, she said, he could perhaps look at a list of books about forensics that she was thinking of ordering for the library, 'if he would be so kind'.

After that, she was his escort to a grand benefit-gala, sponsored by the MDPD, and then he took a rare day-off, which was why they were at that park. The day had certainly gone normally enough; they'd started with brunch, then driven down to Key Largo, and returned for an early dinner at the Agramonte Hotel. Then, discussing the final event on their schedule, a concert-on-green at Bicentennial Park, Horatio mentioned that he knew only one title in the program, the "1812 Overture," at which, Elizabeth suddenly became very uncomfortable.

"Well, it's not a problem, exactly, it's more like an embarrassment. You see, I'm a synesthete." She looked hopefully at him but not seeing any comprehension, she explained, "Remember, back in the sixties, the descriptions of the effects of LSD? Hearing colors? Tasting music? Seeing flavors? Now, imagine being like that all of your life, being born with it. Well, that effect is called Synesthesia and one who has it, something like seven percent of the population, is a synesthete.

"I'm one who feels sound. I mean, my brain translates sounds into physical sensations. Many sounds, especially loud ones, generally produce unpleasant sensations, but there are a few that are nice, and a few are," she hesitated with a small, almost embarrassed smile, "extremely pleasurable. Concert music, for me, is usually quite pleasurable." She paused. "And I'm not telling you what you need to know yet, am I?"

"Um, well," Horatio said, smiling apologetically, "not yet. Can you tell me more?"

"Okay, what I'm getting to is what the "1812 Overture," specifically, does to me."

Horatio thought she looked like she was either about to reveal a nasty skeleton hidden in a family closet or the punch line to a very good joke.

"Let me just say that describing what it does to me as being better than very good sex, is as good an explanation as I can give." Suddenly even the background sounds of the restaurant seemed hushed, as if waiting for what would come next.

"Excuse me?" Until now, Elizabeth had always displayed a certain amount of old fashioned southern reserve that Horatio had found sweetly appealing, so her declaration startled him. Said in such a matter-of-fact tone, he thought, at first, that she must have been telling him a joke in the manner of a shaggy-dog story.

"I could just ask you to take me home and be done with it, but I really like being with you and," she dropped her gaze to her unfinished plate, smiling shyly, "I'd rather not end it just now." Her cheeks colored as she added, "I'm mortified to be addressing a topic like this when I hardly know you, but here I am, doing it, telling you why you'll probably be laughing at me in a couple of hours. The only thing more that I'm going to say is, please, don't make fun of me tonight. I rather like the whole experience, in fact, find it is extremely enjoyable, but it can be a little," she searched for the word, "graceless in public."

In spite of this vague warning, he still was not prepared for what happened at the concert. A very informal affair, they had spent most of it lounging on a blanket enjoying the music, eating grapes, and drinking champagne out of fluted, plastic cups, while she displayed a well-versed range of knowledge about classical music composers as well as musical form. She made no further mention of her 'condition' and he had nearly forgotten about it. When the conductor announced the final work to be played, to get a good view of the coming display, they rose to their feet with the rest of the audience, she in front of him and he with his arms around her.

At first, she simply swayed in time to the first two movements, as anyone well acquainted with a favorite bit of music, might. He even attributed the growing tension in her body, the increase in her respiration, to the ambient excitement from the audience, who were all anticipating the explosive ending. It wasn't until the last celebratory movement of the composition, while the violins were playing the gaily sliding cascade of notes accompanied by the chimes, representing the grand celebration of Russia's victory over France, that her growing excitement became obvious. He could feel her take deeper and deeper breaths as her hands tightened on his enfolding arms, and occasionally, he heard her make a sort of tittering sound. The firing of the artillery, in time with the music, and the fireworks seemed, finally, to send her over the edge. Each blast, from the large guns produced shivering tremors through her entire body and each bright detonation from the sparkling aerial display reinforced them, as she inhaled intensely and exhaled explosively. Horatio had no doubt as to what was going on with her, having beem intimate with many women in his life. By the pounding orchestral crescendo, she was giggling and gasping, spasmodically trembling and heaving, unquestionably, joyfully riding the great waves of music as she would a lover between her legs. To his great wonder, when she stiffened with the last notes and then shuddered, he knew she had reached the pinnacle of complete satisfaction, and as the sounds of the thundering finale rolled away, the last spark in the sky faded, she collapsed against him, breathless, wilted, and still.

Several minutes after, as the rest of the crowd was picking up their blankets, and strolling to their cars, the two finally stirred. He'd been afraid to let go, unsure if he was calmed down enough to release the woman who had just come to sexual climax while in his arms, but not because of him.

She moved first, breaking free of his hold, stumbling as she did so. Rebuffing his reach to steady her, she put her hand up, declaring, "I'm okay, thanks." Apparently unable to meet his concerned look, she seemed intent, for some time, on finding something on the ground. Finally, she raised her eyes to say, "I'm sorry for acting like a darned fool."

Shaking his head, he replied, "I'm not. It was, um, an interesting experience for me." He wasn't sure where to lay his own hungry stare, since interesting wasn't really the appropriate word. Assured she was steady enough to stand without his aid, he picked up the empty bottle and tossed it in a nearby trashcan, folded the blanket over his arm, picked up the picnic box, and then followed her, in silence, to the parking lot.

At the door to her loft apartment, Elizabeth said, finally, "I really should apologize for my behavior out there."

"Why?" Horatio had been far too busy analyzing what had happened, to take much notice the quiet between them.

"Because I embarrassed you. Don't deny it. A cardinal juggling wriggling eels at high mass in a cathedral would have been less of a spectacle than I was out there. I did warn you, though."

"Elizabeth, I wasn't embarrassed. I was—" Horatio paused, looking back to identify what it was he had felt. "I was surprised, I think, to be holding a woman who was having a better time than I was."

She quickly stifled a burst of laughter. "What a charming way to put it! Well, at least you're honest." She moved closer to him and put her arms about his waist. "I have to admit, though, I had a slightly ulterior motive."

"Oh?" he responded, his arms finding their way around her shoulders.

"After you told me what was being played at the concert, that is. I thought about it on the drive from the restaurant. Putting your arms around me, when we stood up, was no accident. I planned that little move."

"Oh?"

"Yes, as I said at dinner, I do like you so— you see, I am well aware, sir, of the effect a squirming woman has on a man's libido."

"Yes?" He wasn't exactly sure where this was leading, but he was certain she was not going to send him off with just a handshake that evening.

"Yes. Comes from being a librarian; I read a lot. So, I decided to let the music do what it does to me and then just let nature take its natural course. I thought I'd see where it leads us." She moved closer to him.

A flash of recent memory brought a smile to his lips. "Nothing like nature." His arms wound around her back.

A few minutes later, they shared their first goodnight kiss and he left with an unspoken understanding between them that this was the beginning of the next step in the relationship. Over the next few weeks, their rapport did deepen and, eventually, he once again felt her climax in his arms, but in more intimate and much more satisfying circumstances.

He also found many other interesting layers to her personality, so much so, he seldom stayed late at the lab or spent evenings at home, alone. She was fun, she was witty, and she was intelligent and he always enjoyed being with her. Often, at noon, when he wasn't up to his generous eyebrows in evidence analysis, or out in the field, she would stop by, either to bring a lunch to share, or to take him out for a bite, becoming a familiar figure to the rest of his team.

Not forgetting the incident at the park, he did nearly forget the reason for it. He didn't even notice that, on the few evenings he had time to take her out to his favorite nightspots, she would almost always entice him to take her home relatively early, nor did he suspect there might be a reason other than her desire to be alone with him. Least of all did he suspect that the reason for the incident at the park would be instrumental in breaking a case or that it would ever cause any problems between them.

End of Chapter 1