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A/N: Another M chapter.

Three

He reached for her, pulling her into his arms. "I thought you were asleep. Frank made me text you, and when you didn't answer, I assumed you were already asleep. As a matter of fact, I was just sitting out there thinking about how the only thing that woke you once you were asleep was the slightest sound from one of the kids through those monitors, and I was thinking that you must trust me since you haven't trained yourself yet to wake up to my ringtone."

Calleigh had to laugh at that. "I will now. I actually was asleep. I woke up when Alexx called me when she released you from the ER, on the house phone. And then Frank called me after he dropped you off, and gave me an earful, so I was waiting and waiting for you to come up."

"I didn't know you were waiting. I guess I should have known that Alexx and Frank would call you. I thought you were asleep and I was going to tell you in the morning. I was just having a drink to unwind. I was coming up." He kissed her. "Coming home to you is the very best part of any day, but especially yesterday." He looked at her. "I'm not ashamed to admit that I was very glad you weren't there with us yesterday. I don't think there was anyone there that won't have nightmares about that place." They had worked a case a couple of weeks ago that had led them to a very prolific human trafficking organization, and yesterday had caught a suspect who had led them to the location where they held the kids. So many kids. He shuddered as he told her about it, and she held him tightly. They had surprised the boy who had been there the longest, locked up because he was so unpredictable and had the tendency to fight back, and he had lashed out with a piece of broken glass he'd been saving for his best chance at escape. Horatio's focus had been on calming him, on subduing him without force, and he'd been so focused on that goal that he had been honestly relieved that he had been able to reach the traumatized boy with only that single token swipe out of self-preservation as collateral damage.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, but glad that it's over for those kids and their families. But I'm more glad that you're mine for the next two weeks." She beamed at him. "And after tomorrow, I'll be Mrs. Horatio Caine."

"God, that sounds sexy when you say it like that," he said in that voice she loved, which was now full of frank admiration, and she smiled.

"You'd better get used to it," she told him.

"Oh, I definitely will." He ran a hand through her soft hair, across the long, graceful line of her neck, over her clavicle and down her side, bringing it to rest on her hip. "And after that, we'll have our first family vacation together."

She brought her mouth to his for a long kiss. "And that was a very sweet idea," she told him, still amazed by the way his mind worked. He hadn't wanted to leave the kids behind while they went on a honeymoon; he thought it was too soon, and she agreed. He wanted to take their kids on a real family vacation, starting with Louisiana to meet her family, their family now, since they weren't able to come up for the wedding. He knew her family was a little nuts; she'd filled him in. And he was willing to associate with a bunch of crazy people for her. Not only that, but the fact that he had suggested it himself made her mushy inside.

"I love you, Horatio Caine," she told him, and kissed him again. His hand was still heavy and warm on her bare hip, and the sweet kiss turned suddenly carnal when his tongue began to thrust deep as if foreshadowing the intent of his body. He let his fingers drift down her thigh, run to the inside, and trail back up, making her gasp. They had been lying facing each other on their sides, and Calleigh started to move closer to let him enter her in that position, until Horatio stilled her with a sudden slide of that wandering hand to her rear, pushing her hips gently down onto the mattress until she was lying flat on her stomach. He hovered over her ear, the only part of him touching her the tip of his tongue as he traced lazy circles on her skin. She realized suddenly what it was he wanted, and all of her went liquid just thinking about it. There was no recourse when he got like this. He wanted to worship her, and there would be no talking him out of it. She sighed and laid her head down on the pillows, letting her body go boneless. She didn't think there was anything as good as this in the entire world.

"You are mine, Mrs. Caine," he rasped in that unbelievably sexy voice that seemed to slide across her skin and nerves and muscles and bones, and then into them. She hadn't thought she'd be able to move at all, so it was a tremendous surprise when she was able to turn her head enough to look into his eyes. "Always," she breathed, closing her eyes once again as his lips feathered down the back of her neck.

She felt him gather her hair and move it to the side to give him access to her throat and shoulders, and then he began his sensual assault on her neck, astonishing her with the affect just that touch alone had on her entire body. His hot open mouth moved inexorably down her spine, the unexpected swipes of his tongue and nips of his teeth pushing her hips into the mattress as she began moaning loudly.

His soft licks at the small of her back were very nearly too much, along with the equally soft accompanying touches of his hands along her sides, her rear, her thighs. "Horatio, please."

She heard his low chuckle and felt it reverberate throughout her body. "Mine," he growled, as if admonishing her for attempting to hurry this along. She knew damn well what her begging did to him, and he was determined not to succumb. She felt the rasp of his tongue on the inside of her thigh, and then his big hands were on her hips as she was arching and writhing under him in abandon, mindless, breathless and panting both with sensation and anticipation. This was his favorite thing, she knew well, watching her fall apart under his touch, seeing and feeling how very much he affected her, like his touch had never affected another, and never would. In kind, her responses to him carried an intensity she had never known with another, burning her so deeply merely because the touch was his, and he exalted in it. Nothing else turned him on more.

Maddeningly he turned his attention to the opposite side, while she shook and panted and begged for what she needed, for what only he could give her, their connection was that strong. When she thought she'd die, she was so parched and oversensitized that she was dripping wet, soaking the sheets with her passion even though he had yet to touch her intimately, he spread her with his fingers and licked the length of her sex. Just that touch nearly brought her. She moaned long and loud, raising her hips wantonly, and he took the opportunity to fasten his mouth over her completely, his tongue plunging deep as she exploded around him, unable to hold back a moment longer at his exquisite touch. He continued licking her softly, kissing her as she struggled to draw breath, still greedy, reaching for him desperately as he thrilled in the knowledge of what she wanted from him, what she needed right now. It was exactly what he needed as well. "Oh, God, Horatio, I need you," she moaned, knowing how much she loved it when she verbalized her desire. "Fill me, please. I need you deep inside me." The low growl she heard told her just how close he was to losing control right now, and it thrilled her. "More."

When she lifted her hips and raised that gorgeous ass in the air he was so very tempted, but he needed more right now. He needed to see her face, her eyes, to have that connection with her when he came inside her. His feet finding the floor, he lifted her into his arms, her back to his chest, setting her down in front of him and guiding her quickly to the dresser, even as she began to protest the standing right now due to her still-weak knees. She was silenced immediately as his eyes met hers in the mirror and locked as he licked up her neck, tasting the fine sweat there. God, he loved the taste of her. He licked the shell of her ear as she stared into his eyes in the mirror with her mouth parted, in awe of the way he could make her feel.

Calleigh watched his hands slide slowly from her hips up her stomach to cup her breasts as if in slow motion, his thumbs teasing slowly, and all too soon they were sweeping up her throat to the sides of her face almost reverently, still holding her eyes as he kissed her shoulder. He lifted the fall of her hair and kissed the nape of her neck, and then his hands were pushing her down gently, his eyes turning dark as he pressed into her rear and she rotated her hips into him even as she took hold of the edge of the dresser, stepping back more firmly into him as if to prod him into action. His hands moved down her back to take firm hold of her hips as his lips moved down her spine again, and she moaned his name because she loved it. Still moving slowly, he found her entrance without ever removing his hands from her hips, as if he was drawn magnetically to her, and he was still enthralled with the taste of her salty sweet skin under his tongue as he slowly pushed deep, giving her time to adjust, stretching her gloriously as she started to slowly move back onto him, unable to resist the delicious friction.

She stared at him in the mirror, his muscles bunching and straining, his chest heaving, his abdominals taut with the effort of holding back to go slow, and she saw him wince, just for a second before it passed. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked him, worried but not wanting to break the lovely mood.

He grinned darkly, changing the angle of his hips and enjoying her gasp. "I'm good, beautiful," he replied in that smoky-rich voice she couldn't resist. Letting her eyes roam his body in the mirror, her lips curved into a sultry smile. "Yes, you are."

Feeling his control about to snap, he leaned low over her, wrapping her long hair around his wrist and pulling gently, so that her long lovely neck was exposed, sucking and nipping until she was moaning loudly and building rapidly now to what she knew was going to be a stunning finish. One more deep thrust sent her catapulting into sensation, clenching all of her being around his hard length deep inside of her as he shouted her name and let himself go.

He stayed like that, his pleasure-wracked body wrapped around hers until he regained his senses, and finally he was able to wrap his arms around her and straighten, pulling her to his chest and kissing her neck. "That was amazing, beautiful," he barely managed, still gasping for oxygen. "I am so very glad you're mine. I don't know what I would do without you."

"And you'll never have to find out," she vowed, both to him and herself.

TBC...

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