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Well it seems most of you liked it so here it goes. Next chapter will be smut so the rating will change to M. It's been a while since I last posted that. I hope I haven't lost my touch LOL.
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Eric felt his blood rush first to his face that was now probably flaming red, then southward to a part of his anatomy that so needed to stay put. His eyes held hers as he tried very hard not to look at her body. He saw her wriggle on the bed and soon a soft piece of underwear hit him on the chest. His hand reflexively closed around the lacy bra before it could fall on the floor. She grinned wickedly at him as she rose on her elbows.
"And now I need help to get into the tub… Do you think you can manage that?"
"Of course."
His voice sounded strange even to him. It had been half strangled half out of breath and the rather smug expression on Calleigh's face showed how much she enjoyed the impact she was having on him. She extended her arms in his direction, making no mystery of what she expected from him next. With a sigh he closed the distance and carefully picked her up from the bed.
This was absolute torture. He didn't even need to look at her to feel light-headed. His imagination was doing the trick. Just knowing she was completely naked in his arms was having the same effect on him as a double whisky, but at least with a stiff drink he wouldn't have to fight his growing arousal. As he walked into the bathroom his eyes immediately zoomed on the bathtub. It was now filled with sweet scented water but strangely not a single bubble had deigned make an appearance. The shock was probably written on his face as he heard Calleigh's soft voice against his ear.
"It's bath oil silly… it doesn't foam." She joked as if she was reading his mind. "It just makes the skin smooth and velvety. We don't need bubbles."
He gulped painfully before resuming his progress towards the tub, but didn't say a word.
"You certainly don't want to get all wet, just let me down." She commanded him as they neared the bathtub.
When Eric released his grip to help her down gently, Calleigh kept her arms firmly clasped around his shoulders. Now her whole naked body was in intimate contact with his. His hands went automatically to her hips to steady her and teasingly she pressed her lower body against his as she hooked one leg around him. Another rush of blood made his erection that much harder and she grinned at his instinctive reaction.
"You're gonna get cold…" He finally managed.
"I kinda doubt that. We're both sizzling hot." She slurred in his ear as she pushed her crotch against the distinctive bulge.
He gave a nervous laugh and gently untangled himself from Calleigh's hold to lower her into the warm water. The young woman didn't protest at the rather sudden change of position and simply took an enticing pose in the bathtub. Eric's eyes roamed once more over her attractive figure before he resolutely turned his back on her.
"Oh that's very mature…" Calleigh mocked sarcastically.
"It's as mature as you are." He muttered his eyes fixed on the tiles in front of him.
Before everything else it was self-preservation. He felt like a lovesick teenager who had just gotten a glimpse of his very own obsession. Even if he hadn't been out partying like her, he didn't feel up to par. The week had been too trying and the lack of sleep was making everything so darn difficult. It would take all his energy not to be putty in her hands.
"Well at least I have the excuse of not being sober." She reminded him with a chuckle.
"And I am a guy…" For an inebriated woman her banter was very witty he pondered with a headshake.
"Exactly…" She giggled. "Oh which reminds me… do you think that my boobs are too small? We discussed our respective breast sizes tonight and I think I am lacking. Maybe I should do something about that."
"Absolutely not!" The words came out of his mouth without thinking.
"Oh come on, turn around." She pleaded with him. "When I push them up like that it looks way better. Maybe I should go with a C-cup."
"You are perfect the way you are." He retorted as he tried to ignore the lapping of the water.
He blocked pictures of Calleigh as she probably was, sitting in the bath her hands on her breast. This was getting out of control. He felt perspiration beads form on his brow and he nervously rubbed his nape.
"You haven't even looked…"
Her voice was teasing and he didn't need to turn around to know how much she enjoyed the whole situation and his discomfort.
"I don't need to look to know." The image his mind had created was already making his blood boil. Seeing her in the flesh would be his downfall.
"You're no help." She moaned and sighed heavily. "I don't have the energy to wash… Eric..."
"I'm not washing you." He shook his head vehemently. He had almost turned around when the meaning of her plead hit him. Even in a drunken state she couldn't honestly expect him to do it.
"Why not?" Calleigh wondered innocently.
"Because tomorrow when you'll sober up and remember all the things you've asked me to do, you'll be thankful I didn't give in."
"That's the lamest excuse ever." She contradicted him. "You know I trust you with my life. It's like… we're brother and sister. I need your help and I certainly won't hold it against you tomorrow."
"I'm not doing it." He insisted with force. To show his resolve he crossed his arms in front of him and kept his back resolutely turned.
"I'm just trying to be practical. You want to go back to bed and so do I." She pushed. "The quicker you'll help me, the sooner we get what we both want."
"Calleigh I can't wash you." He retorted insisting on the last words. It seemed crazy that she didn't get it.
"It's okay if you're turned on. There is nothing to be ashamed of." She cajoled him. "In fact it's rather flattering for me."
"I can't believe we're having this conversation. You're being completely irrational."
He pressed his hand against his brow and closed his eyes. The woman behind him sure looked like Calleigh, but she certainly didn't behave like her. The last time he had seen her drunk he couldn't remember her throwing antics like those. But then he had probably been as wasted as her.
"We're making no progress." She sighed melodramatically.
"We would if you started washing up." He slowly shook his head as he tried to reason her. "Then you'd probably realize that you're perfectly able to handle it."
"You said the same about the sweater and look how it ended." She reminded him. "Come on you grew up with three sisters, you can do it."
"The point is you're not one of my sisters."
"Just pretend." Calleigh insisted.
"No." He quickly turned his head as he answered her.
"I have an idea. You help me get out of the tub and I'll take a shower." She offered.
"How is that supposed to be any better?" He wondered. "You can barely stand without help."
"You could hold me while I wash…"
"And get all soaked I think not." His point was just not getting through he realized. Reasoning with an inebriated Calleigh was like talking to a wall. Well at least their conversation had given him a semblance of control over his body.
"You're just being mean." She pouted. "I'm sure the nice bartender would have obliged."
"Yeah I'm pretty sure he would have." He chuckled humorlessly. "I can call him if you want."
Eric heard a splash of water just before a wet washcloth hit his head. He turned around to find Calleigh seated in the tub her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"I'm not talking to you anymore." She warned him as he came closer. "You just pretend to be nice. I get it you want to go home so go, I'll manage just fine by myself."
"Oh please Calleigh, stop being unfair. You perfectly well know this situation is impossible for me. You can't be that drunk."
"I'm just so disappointed in you." Her voice sounded sad and she shook her head. Once more she looked like she was about to cry.
He looked at her and guilt once more rose in him. There was just no easy way out. Either he gave in and only God knew what would happen or he obstinately refused to help her and their friendship could be at risk. He looked at her once more and wondered how drunk she actually was. She looked pretty gone at moments, but at others she was the Calleigh he knew. Would she laugh the events of the night off tomorrow once she sobered up if he helped? Would she be embarrassed? He shook his head as he closed the distance between them.
"So what am I supposed to do now?" He wondered sheepishly.
Her hopeful green eyes fell on him and a smile formed on her lips when she saw him close by. He couldn't help smiling back at her.
"Well you could help me." She asked in a small voice and he laughed quietly in response.
"Okay this is what we are going to do, you clean up a little bit and in the meantime I'll get you a nice hot tea." He offered satisfied by the good compromise he had found. "You'll feel much better after that."
He looked at Calleigh with a soft smile and much to his surprise the young woman squinted at him.
"I don't need you to tell me what to do." She snapped with her arms crossed in front of her.
"Calleigh I'm only trying to help…" He exclaimed surprised by yet another change of mood.
"If you really wanted to, you would help me get washed." She looked at him accusingly.
"Okay I'll do it." He raised his hands in defeat and watched as a bright smile came back on Calleigh's lips. She sure knew how to press his buttons. "But we're never going to mention this whole episode again."
"Of course not. I have fresh washcloths in the lower drawer." She pointed at the cupboard next to the fashionable sink. "So how are we going from here? Do you want me to stand up or do I get rid of the water and stay put in the tub?"
"I have no clue." He grumbled as he retrieved what was needed. The only thing he knew for sure was that he would have to take a very cold shower. "Let's make one thing clear I only wash your arms and your back."
"That won't do. You have to wash my hair and my legs too." She quickly added after a short pause.
"Okay but you take care of the rest." As he spoke, he knelt in front of the tub.
"That sounds like a fair deal." She looked down at herself with a thoughtful expression and pouted.
"What?" Eric wondered as his eyes unwillingly followed hers.
"My breasts really look small under the water." She complained. "Natalia has better boobs than I do, doesn't she?"
"What?" He stared at her astonished by the new turn of their conversation.
"You know hers, so tell me what you think." She asked matter-of-factly.
"We're not having this conversation."
In a second she straightened in the bath and grabbed his hand to bring it to the swell of one perky breast.
"Calleigh we agreed I wouldn't touch any of those body parts." He tried to break free from her grasp but she was astoundingly alert.
"We only agreed you wouldn't wash them." She noted. "I will let you know that you are the first guy who is complaining. So what do you think?"
Of course no one was criticizing he gulped. She was perfect. He felt his hand and fingers unwillingly close on the firm mound. His brain was unable to control what was happening to him. She was too close, she felt too good and he wanted so very much to give in to the current madness.
"Why are you doing this?" He uttered the last coherent thought his head had managed to form. She smiled at him, seeing the shock written all over his face.
"Because there is this theory at the lab that if I don't do the first move you'll never do it."
Her other hand went to his nape and pulled him closer. In a second her mouth was on his. At first he was too stunned to do anything else than let her lead the way. When his brain started functioning again he felt the dampness at his chest and realized Calleigh had moved up against him. He finally let the wet washcloth he was still holding fall from his grasp and his hands moved to cup her face. She whimpered against his lips and wound her arms tight around his neck as she deepened the kiss.
His mouth devoured hers while his hands moved to her body. When his fingers started playing with a hard nipple her little scream brought a semblance of sanity back. He pushed her gently away from him and stared at the woman in his arms. She looked so fragile with her wet hair and her swollen lips. They couldn't do that he pondered. She was drunk and even if he wanted this more than anything else in the world he certainly didn't want booze to be the reason why she wanted this to happen.
"What?" She asked when she saw his conflicted feelings.
"We can't do this…" He replied completely out of breath
"Why? We both want it." Calleigh answered with a little smile. She pressed her body once more against his as to prevent him from changing his mind. Eric shook his head in disagreement.
"Because you're not yourself. This is insane." He peeled her from him and rubbed his nape as he sat back on his heels.
"So because I'm a little tipsy you want to stop?" Calleigh wondered with a smirk. "You're weird."
With that she grabbed the abandoned washcloth and started cleaning up. Eric watched the thick lather appeared on her body as she quickly and very efficiently worked the cloth over her body.
"You're more than tipsy Calleigh."
"Says who? For a detective you are damn easy to fool Eric Delko." She chuckled and grabbed the shower head to rinse the soap from her body.
