Author's Note: Ok so I'm not giving the most convincing plot/arc here. I realise that, but I hope that it doesn't come out too cheesy. Well here goes chap2, it's a little steamier so let me know if you guys like...or not. Please note that italics here indicate a flashback and not thoughts. Happy reading and as always reviews and feedback are always appreciated. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chap
Disclaimer: Since I'm running out of inspiration to take the mick out these, you'll just have to refer to chapter 1 for the usual.
Disbelief
"Hi," she said softly sensing she had company and knowing that at this hour it could only be one person.
"Hi," he acknowledged back looking out into the dark.
"Long day?" she asked knowing he would only come here, like her, when things got too much. It was where they had accidentally run into each other after a particularly haunting case and become lovers. It was where she had spent the last 3 days.
Thinking. Angry memories at him of the day -
"Hey Sevilla, you wanna bet too?" asked Carson strolling up to her, note pad in hand.
"On what Carson?"
"Office pool on when Caine and CSI blondie get together."
"Clearly I'm missing something here." she asked, hot anger bursting in the pit of her stomach, her eyes flicked to her holstered gun for a moment.
Carson gave a smile, "Well, we all knew about 'handsome'," he mimicked the 'handsome' in a girly, southern accent, "But then yesterday Caine mentioned that she looked hot in black, and today...well you were there when he copped a feel on her legs. Besides Delko says she flirts with him."
Adele raised her eyebrows. The word 'Bastard' echoing through her head. Clearly this 'Handsome' thing had been going on for a while and everyone knew.
- had slowly turned into anger at herself for being so childish and immature.
After a night of tossing and turning logic had finally intervened. There was no way Horatio would go behind her back. That wasn't him. One: he was too much of a gentleman. Two: his proclamation of love and affection had not come easily, and neither had hers but after it had he would never hurt someone he loved. Three: Her gun and her unerring aim were skills she could put to good use just incase she was wrong and he knew damn well what a bloody good shot she was. Probably, every damn bit good as his 'bullet girl,'. She felt her anger begin to simmer again at the thought of the blonde and Horatio.
"Incredibly," he gulped, his tone bringing her back, "You know it's dangerous to be out here alone at this time and I'm not just talking about getting picked up by creeps."
Adele smiled at the thought of gators ripping her to pieces. The thought given the past couple of days didn't sound too bad. Getting dragged to the bottom, drowning and then being ripped up, sounded just about right for her behaviour. She opened her hands and flashed the handgun she had been twirling around. He saw the glint and gave a chuckle, "Well I feel sorry for anything that came across you then,"
He couldn't help it, he had to tell her, "Adele, Sweetheart, you're cold. Here." He slipped his jacket off and draped it around her.
"Thanks," came the soft murmur.
They both fell silent. He shifted his weight and leaned forward onto his arms and heard the wood beneath him creak. He looked down for a moment, mostly to gaze at the top of her head and picturing his hands getting lost in her thick curls as her lips roamed the length of his body. He shook his head a little to clear his mind. The night after he walked out of her condo, he had come back from the work the next day to find his spare key – that had only been given to her 10 days ago – pushed under his door and most of her stuff gone. At least most of the stuff that had been visibly lying out, he still had some stuff like her toothbrush and some of her casual wear mixed in with his clothes, but he hadn't the heart to return any of it. He missed her, terribly. But he was not about to apologise for something he had no idea had caused offence. He wanted her to make the first step but he knew they were both stubborn and proud.
It was one of those god-awful feelings of struggle between his love and stubborn, isolated nature and he knew damn well which should win. Except there was a problem between knowing and happening. Once again, his head reined in his heart and emotion. He had racked his brains to no end trying to think how he had not said 'hello' to her like she claimed. He had not been at any of the crime scenes that she had been called out to that day.
Their 6 days apart had been hard. The aching loneliness refused to be dulled because his work so far had only served to emphasise her absence rather than distract him from the woman that was Adele Sevilla. He had called her at work the next day, only to be told that she had taken a week's leave. He hadn't called her after that, wanting to give her space and live with the consoling hope that maybe, just maybe she would eventually be the one to call him.
She remembered the nights she had spent wrapped in his embrace, her own bed now cold and empty. What had initially started as companionship and sarcasm over modern crime, when they both found themselves on the same low bridge in the Glades had suddenly morphed into passion that Adele had not thought that someone like Horatio Caine could possess.
"I've missed you," she said in a quiet voice, her hand idly picking at his laces. He let out a massive sigh before collapsing down onto the wooden planks of the bridge, next to her.
"I've missed you too," he replied. She refused to look at him. She put the gun down beside her, putting the safety catch on. She slipped out of his jacket and laid it carefully on top of the gun.
She climbed into his lap and straddled his waist, "Horatio, I need you to listen and listen good." She said grasping his face, and pushing his hair off his forehead, "You know I'm a woman?"
"Adele, I think that much I already had figured out."
She rolled her eyes at his response, "You ass. Well you know how we hate admitting we're wrong... Well, I was wrong about the other day, I was completely out of line. I don't know what happened. All I know is that I just got so angry, I could have shot you." He squirmed uncomfortably, taken aback by how much she had been affected on the day.
"Sweetheart, you know I've thought about it and gone through it over and over, but I didn't work a single scene with you that day. You were with the committee till lunch."
"You really didn't know I worked a scene with you?" he shook his apologetically, "I don't get it! We were on the brink of tearing off our clothes that morning before I left because apparently you found me irresistible and then I got called to replace Bernstein at the Crewes scene and you didn't notice me? It was right after my meeting with the committee."
"Adele, I was barely at that scene for five minutes before I got called out to another one – special request. I left Speed, Eric and Calleigh to deal with it."
Now it was Adele's turn to shift uncomfortably in his embrace. A wave of guilt swept over her as she remembered the day. However his words to his CSI had still stung. As if reading her mind he said, "Sweetheart, you know I find you irresistible. I can barely keep my hands off you but I know this can't be all."
She slammed herself forward into him wrapping him in a tight hug and began to sob uncontrollably against his shoulder. Horatio felt his arms go limp around her. This was Adele…
Adele…
A woman he knew never cried!!
"Adele…" he murmured his hands, slipping under the crisp white shirt, began to caress her skin, "Sweetheart, what happened?" He felt her shake her head, but she began to sob harder against him, "Ok, ok," he soothed, rocking her gently within his arms. She cried, allowing him to see her full vulnerability as a woman, which he had never seen before.
"You know you had me scared, right?" he asked her softly, giving her his handkerchief to wipe her nose and rubbing away her tear tracks with a thumb.
He couldn't say he didn't expect it, that he didn't want her to, that he had come to know her well enough to expect this. He knew he was not going to get a straight answer and that she was stalling.
And that was it in the space of 10 seconds from sobbing her heart out, she was now eliciting a low moan from his throat as her mouth crashed onto his, her tongue plunging into his mouth. He tried to pull away from her but the more he tried, the more frantic she became. Her hips began to buck against his abdomen and he found it increasingly hard not to respond to her passion. But first…he didn't want to but he had no choice. He gripped her and pushed her away.
His lips disconnected and connected with hers at intervals as she began to unbutton his shirt, "Adele…." Her eyes were wild and her body heat arousing him fully.
"Horatio. Don't talk. Please." she begged, her hands rubbing his chest as her tongue once more dipped into his mouth, eagerly searching out his tongue but at the same time, crashing into all corners of his mouth in frenzy. She was gasping for breath between kisses as he joined in, his reason temporarily muffled by his body's needs. She pulled his hands down to her jeans and waited impatiently for him to undo the button. His finger moved slowly across her zipper but didn't actually undo it. She leaned back and thrust her hips forward and across his teasing fingers. He rubbed his fingers harder against the rough material. She was getting frustrated and he could feel it. She wanted him inside her, her eyes flashing with lust and desire as his hand finally slipped inside her jeans. She was incredibly wet, and ready for him. Her breath was already short as his fingers threaded through her soft, thick, black curls. He gripped and pulled the triangled curls, as her musky smell floated up to him. She moaned against his mouth as he pulled harder, his thumb lightly brushing against her clit.
"Horatio, lower, my love, lower," she panted in desperation, her nails digging into his back as she pulled herself up to drag herself across his fingers.
She couldn't break his eye contact, and neither could he as he felt his ego receive a boost that she was this desperate for him and that he could still drive a woman to feel like this for him! He could sense her pleasure that he was letting her take control.
He finally slipped a finger into her, watching her, enjoying listening to her groan as he pushed harder into her, his own arousal pushing well up against his trousers. She clenched and began to shudder as another finger slipped into her and hit her exactly where she wanted. Her hips drew up as his head fell forward to catch the growl issuing from her throat. A delicious purr then followed from her causing a ripple of pleasure to spread through his body as he felt it echo down his own throat. He could feel the beads of sweat trailing down her back onto his other hand that was on the small of her back to control her and prevent her thrusts getting too erratic. He rocked her harder against him, at a brutal rhythm using his hand against her back to guide her and push her. She was close to coming - a few more thrusts and he knew she would be over. And then she went completely still…
Before finally exploding into her orgasm, her muscles completely clenched around his fingers, as her hips swivelled to let him penetrate as far as he could. Her eyes glazed over before they finally closed. She collapsed against him, utterly spent and panting.
He gradually slipped one finger after the other out of her, listening and feeling her shudder with each one. His other hand stroked her back that was still heaving with effort, trying to calm her down. His hand was wet and incredibly sticky and he could still smell her essence, which was a turn-on for him. He ignored his anatomy.
"Adele," he heard her let out a shaky breath, her arms tightening around his neck, "Are you ok?"
He wiped his hands with his handkerchief before rocking her, gently this time
He felt her nod against him. He bent forward so that he was cheek-to-cheek with her and found with surprise, her cheek was damp with sweat he hoped and not with tears.
They had had incredibly rough sex before without any dire consequences and although this came nowhere to some of their previous experiences he still found himself uttering the words, "Did I hurt you?"
"Why you still crying then, Sweetheart?" he asked gently, not wanting to upset her further.
She gave a hoarse chuckle as she summoned the words from her still spinning mind, "I can't believe I just did that," she finally made eye contact with him, "I'm so embarrassed!"
Horatio found himself letting out a laugh, something that he knew only she could elicit from him at a time like this, "You're embarrassed? Sweetheart, after all the kinky charades that we've played out for you, you're embarrassed by this?"
She nodded, he felt her skin under his hand go warm with what he could only assume was a blush from the infamous, 'no-bullshit' Detective Sevilla. Her eyes were big and he could still see the faint glistening of her tears, in the dim light coming from either end of the low bridge.
"Indecent exposure?" she asked, with a half-smile, more genuine and relaxed, like the Adele he was used to. She began to button up his shirt.
"I think that would be rather one-sided ma'am," he responded huskily pulling the edges of her shirt closer together before buttoning her up. His hands stayed put against her waist, "What now?" he asked still staring into her eyes.
"I still can't believe I just did that."
