A/N: I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I HAD to get it off my chest and write them together and see what it was like! (It was easy, I had fun, and I won't do it again- ever; for you, Steph.) ;)
To others: If you haven't guessed already, I am not a H/C shipper, but (like I said) I had to get it out of my head and onto paper, so please tell me what you think. If you like it, review. If you don't like it, review anyway, please.
Secret
Horatio Caine.
God, his name alone sent tingles up her spine.
Her lips curved up into a slow smile as she strode leisurely down the hall.
"Care to share?" A deep, sultry voice spoke into her ear.
Her smile grew wider. "Maybe," she drawled.
Horatio frowned.
"What's this?" her blue eyes twinkled teasingly. "The ever-aware Lieutenant Caine doesn't know something? My, how that must bother you."
"If you don't want to tell me," the redhead growled, "Just say so."
She giggled as they walked into the locker room. She spun the dial on her locker and opened it, unceremoniously pawing through her items.
After finding what she wanted, she turned around.
He was staring at her, hands on his hips, a smirk playing on the corners of his mouth.
Running the brush through her hair slowly, the silky blonde strands cascading down her back, she raised her eyebrows expectantly.
"You're doing that on purpose," he accused in a husky tone.
"And what would that be, Handsome?"
He took a step closer. "Calleigh…" he warned.
She backed up until her back was to the locker.
Uh-oh.
His hands came up on either side of her to rest casually on the row of storage spaces. Their faces were centimetres apart.
Her breath caught. "If you really wanted to know, you could have just asked," she murmured, gazing into his sea-blue eyes.
"And we wouldn't be in this position," he put in.
She couldn't resist. "Is that a bad thing?"
"What do you think?" his voice was low and seductive, and it gave her the shivers.
"Uh…" her eyes darted around, looking for an escape route.
"You got yourself into this, Miss Duquesne," he commented offhandedly, as if he didn't notice their close proximity.
"Horatio," she whined, hating how it sounded even as she said it.
"Calleigh," he mimicked an octave higher.
She stood up straight and stared him in the eye. "Let me go."
"I'm not doing anything."
He was right.
She ducked under his arm and was halfway out the door when his hands seized her waist.
"Answer me, Cal."
"No." She crossed her arms in defiance.
"Calleigh." He spun her around.
"I said no."
"Calleigh…" he muttered softly just before their lips crashed together in a searing hot kiss. She moaned into his mouth, surrendering herself completely to him, savouring the taste and feel of the man she had loved for so long.
When the need for oxygen became too great to ignore, they broke apart, gasping.
She drew in a ragged breath.
He took one look at her flushed cheeks, dishevelled hair, swollen red lips and kissed her again.
"Would you care to enlighten me, Lieutenant?" she asked, breathing erratically.
"Not unless you do so first."
She sighed dramatically, attempting to slow her breathing. "If you must know, I was thinking about you."
"Really."
"Yes, really."
"What are you thinking about now?"
"Uh-uh. I said my confession, Horatio Caine, now it's your turn." She looked at the floor.
"I'm thinking," he paused, making sure she was looking at him, "What kind of naughty things I'd like to do to you right now."
Her heart hammered in her chest. "Well now," she drawled, her Southern accent coming through heavily, "What's stopping you?"
He hummed an enthusiastic affirmative before assaulting her lips once more.