A/N: My first CSI: Miami fic, and Carwash at that! So excited for the new season, then maybe they could finally give in.
Don't own...don't sue...not that hard to grasp.
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The first time she saw him, she knew he would be a gentle lover.
His hands would be soft as he held his lover's face, gentle but assertive, letting the girl know who she belonged to.
He would tenderly press her lips to her forehead, the action was a calming effect, she was sure of.
She had never experienced the effect herself always standing from afar, thinking about what it would be like.
His tan that only be acquired with his shirt off, she knew that from watching him change. No tanning lights or spray on tan would do. So many mental pictures of him wearing nothing but swimming trunks, boxers and boxer briefs and his wonderful smile
His smile twinkled his eyes, and he could light up a room with even the smallest smirk. No wonder it was contagious.
His vibe pulled people towards him, a gravitational pull that couldn't be fought; you wanted to get to know him. Except for maybe Delko, but even then he had been laughing now and again.
He would treat you like a goddess who he worshipped, making you feel like the only person on earth.
His voice was rich and velvety, like the finest chocolate money could buy.
His muscles could be acquired from many forms of exercise, weight lifting, martial arts, swimming….swim trunks. Yum.
He was like a lulling lullaby a perfect companion to a long grueling day.
It didn't hurt he was beautiful.
Yes beautiful with him no other word fit.
But everything changed one day, and she got to experience the caresses first hand.
She wasn't one to let her heart on her sleeve – anymore, she was smarter in that department.
Consider it stress, from the all recent events, she didn't know. But finally the dam that had held so many unshed tears, and screams broke and wouldn't stop.
He was being a comforting friend, wanting to know why she had left in such a hurry.
He wasn't prepared for what he saw and did exactly what she dreamed of him doing, he took her head in his hands wiping away the tears that silently ran down the her wettened cheeks, placing a tender kiss on her forehead shushing her when the sobs overtook her body. Telling her to let it out, everything was better after a good cry.
Somehow she believed him, and relaxed his arms as she cried.
He was like a myth she had to believe in.
And that was okay with her.
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A/N: Let me know what you think!