"Genuine"
- i will go, with whichever way you call this
Callum looked up, his eyes only, not his head. He looked into the forest green eyes of his equal and his heart trembled. He looked so calm, so composed. So utterly cold. He lowered his eyes and slid open the phone and addressed PC Gayle on the other side. Taking on more look at Smithy, he called off the search.
His breath shuddered through him, his powerful frame shaking and he sniffed, closing the phone, cutting off the connection. It felt like an eternity as he stared down at the floor before finally lifting his head skywards. Those eyes of ocean blue held the emotions as strong as the raging sea of which they were coloured. His chest rose and fell and once again, Callums eyes flicked from the intense gaze of the other Sergeant to the floor and back again, his teeth clenched behind his lips before he looked up.
His body shuddered once more as he regarded the expression in the Smithys' eyes. Genuine concern. Power, passion, dominance that would never fade. He moved slightly. Slightly closer and Callum felt himself press up again the car behind him. Instinctive reaction for what he knew and hoped would come of this encounter.
Lids closed over pools of stormy blue and then lifted again, blazing.
Callum swallowed as a hand came to his face. It touched him, cupping around his cheek and holding him there, one thumb stroking over his skin softly, slowly. Callum half closed his eyes and bent into the touch, a rumble that couldn't be heard but felt. A tingle ran down his spine at Smithys' words:
"Good call."
Their lips touched like smouldering velvet and Callum welcomed it and drowned himself readily in the sensations.
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I thought that after the newest episode of The Bill: Tombstone, that some slash fiction really needed to be written. It would be interesting as well, since Callum was emotionally the weaker one in this episode for once.