By the time Eric got downstairs and into the kitchen, Calleigh had pulled the milk and eggs out of the fridge and was rooting around in the cabinets for other ingredients. She reached for the flour but found she couldn't reach so she stretched up on her toes, her fingers still only just brushed the packet. Eric came up behind her, his arm went round her waist as the other reached the flour. As he put it on the counter, he dropped a gentle kiss on her pulse point at the nape of her neck.

She turned and smiled. "Thanks" Gave him a quick peck on the lips, slipped out from between him and the counter and carried on, catching him watching her whilst leaning against the fridge. She smiled shyly and turned back towards the row of cabinets, opening and closing doors, tossing a glance over her shoulder, her smile shifting from shy to seducing. She found the mixing bowl she was searching for and turned back to the counter she'd set the ingredients on and began to measure the flour into the bowl.

Eric tilted his head, studying her. She moved gracefully and with a purpose, her attention focused on the task at hand. As her co-worker, he admired that quality in her. As her lover, He'd come to an even higher appreciation for it. He moved behind her, watching the muscles in her back move as she worked, and when she began to stir, her hips and ass moved, swishing side to side, and without even being able to see the teasing smile on her face, he knew she was very aware of the effect she was having on him.

He reached out, touching her back lightly and with the tip of his index finger, and traced a pattern printed on the silky material of her robe. She felt him; just the slightest touch, moving in small loops and swirls across her shoulders and down her spine.

With his free hand, Eric moved her silky blonde hair off the back of her neck, ran the tip of his tongue against her skin. Calleigh's knee's buckled, and he caught her, wrapping both arms around her waist, pulling her into him. His mouth moved against the tender skin of her neck and the spoon fell into the batter, forgotten. Her fingers found the edge of the counter, she grabbed it, holding onto it like if was her lifeline.

She could feel his arousal through the thin material of their robes, pressed against her hip, and she couldn't decide on what to focus, the growing pressure of him, his mouth on her or the fact that his hands were working on the knot in her belt.

The ties fell to either side, the robe falling open, his hands roamed the bare skin on her stomach, and he teasingly walked his fingers up slowly. Calleigh let her head fall back on his shoulder.

When his hands cupped her breasts, a quiet moan escaped from Calleigh's lips, her tongue darted out, licking her parted lips, and she felt Eric smile against her skin. She turned to face him, her neck and breasts burning from his touch were suddenly cooling in his absence.

She hooked a finger through his robe belt, pulling him to her, her mouth seeking his, landing on their target. Her fingers loosened the knot and she pushed the fabric out of her way, running her hands across his tanned chest. Eric snaked his hands in between them, finding her hips, then ran them across and down to her ass, and pinching it.

Calleigh let out a small squeak and pulled away from him slightly, swatting his arm. Eric laughed throatily, enjoying this new side of Calleigh, and thanking god that he'd been given the chance to witness, and even participate in it.

Taking advantage of the moment, Eric lifted her by the hips, setting her down on the counter. The mixing bowl slid off the edge, rattling on the floor, spilling the mixture everywhere. Ignoring the bowl, Calleigh wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together at the small of his back.

He moved in to kiss her again, and was shocked when she put a finger to his lips, stopping him. "Can I just...?" Reaching up, She ran her fingers through his hair.

Amused, Eric let her do what she wanted, studying her face as she worked. The intensity and concentration in her emerald green eyes amazed him.

Calleigh's hand left his hair and she traced one finger down his cheek. "Satisfied?" He asked her.

Teasing, She answered, "Not just yet." Her finger moved across his morning stubble, tracing his jaw line, coming to rest on the underside of his chin, and she gently drew his face to hers. Their lips were just an inch apart, each anticipating the feel of the other, when the shrill ring of a cell phone stopped them dead.

"Crap." Eric muttered and dropped his forehead onto her shoulder and inhaled deeply, letting it out through pursed lips.

"That's mine" Calleigh said and gently but reluctantly put a hand on his chest and pushed him away, hopping off the counter. Tying her robe back up, she found her cell phone where she'd left it the evening before and glanced at the screen before answering it. "Hey walter. Hows the hotel you and Horatio stayed at?"

While Calleigh was on the phone, Eric closed his robe and fastened the belt, then found a broom and began cleaning up the spilled ingredients. A few minutes, he was done just in time to hear Calleigh say into the phone "Us? We're... we're good, plenty keeping us busy." He looked over at her and she smirked at him. "Yeah, OK, drive careful." Hanging up, she looked over at Eric, who was leaning back against the counter. "The roads down the mountain have been cleared. They're headed back to Miami."

"How's Walter and H doing?"

Calleigh shrugged. "He sounded a little disappointed, I think he was looking forward to coming here. He'll be fine." She walked over to him, clutching the lapels on his robe. "So... What're you in the mood for?"

"Ah... Actually, breakfast. I've thoughs of Walter an H sharing a hotel room in my head."

Calleigh laughed, she leaned up on her toes, placing a gentle lingering kiss on his lips, then stepping away. "Ok. Pancakes it is."