Title: A Little Closer
Part: 1/1
Pairing: E/C
Rating: K
Summary: She disarms you immediately by apologizing, agreeing that you were right and that she was out of line. E/C!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own Eric or Calleigh…
A/N: Hi friends. Do not fear, I have not abandoned A Summer to Remember. Since I last posted, I've moved, gotten a new job, gone on a 16 hour trip, and applied for grad school. I shall update this week. I need to finish that sooner or later. This self imposed ban on reading other CSI Miami fics really bites.
This is my peace offering. Nothing much. But it's how I visualize them after they've hacked each other off. Enjoy.
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Unexpected is what comes to mind when she shows up at your door, uninvited and out of line. After having a throw down with her earlier, you'd stormed off and left with Frank to go round up suspects. You've had hours to stew, to formulate arguments and just by looking at her you know what she'll say.
Waving your hand in a 'stay there' gesture, you shut the door and come outside, choosing to continue this pow-wow on the safety of your front patio. She disarms you immediately by apologizing, agreeing that you were right and that she was out of line. Slightly gobsmacked, you fumble for a response as you try to act assured in your stance. She can read your hesitance and she believes you find her insincere, but any apology from her is never anything but honest and you give her a meager smile in thanks.
Things aren't okay though. Self-deprecatingly, she acknowledges that she's treated you badly, and you agree. She also points out that you were less than understanding and have been short-tempered lately. There is no response to this from your end. You know she is not that dense, that she must have a modicum of comprehension as to why simply being in her presence is too much to bear at times. You decide impulsively that standing is too much and you take a seat on your patio steps, watching as the multi-ethnic world of Miami passes by. She follows suit and sits beside you, not too close but not too far away either.
Over the course of ten minutes of companionable silence, you feel the mutual tension begin to dissipate and you sigh audibly, causing her to look at you questioningly. In a gesture you still puzzle over, you feel her hand creep up you back and start rubbing it softly, and it makes your head seem to weigh a thousand pounds as you prop it up with your fist. You feel her gaze upon you, and you turn to look at her through have lidded eyes and a wry smile graces her face. She states the simplicity of turning you into a puddle of man shaped goo and you chuckle in reply. If only she knew that you didn't like for people to touch your neck, that only she could affect you in this way, then she wouldn't make light of the situation. In all honesty, if she really knew, you'd have frightened her away long ago because you know she'd run from the type of feelings you have for her.
Full of surprises this evening, she stops her ministrations and scoots a little closer to you, pushing her arm through yours and wrapping it at the elbow. As she places her blonde head on your shoulder, you feel her exhale against you and know that she's unsteady and uncertain and it unnerves her. You place your hand on hers and continue to watch in silence as the night lays a security blanket upon you both, carefully quieting your fears.
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A/N: A quiet piece, a hot summer afternoon full of moving inspired this. Hope you didn't get too bored.