Sometime
near midnight, Eric woke to the 'hoot' of an owl, and he
remembered that he was in Calleigh's old tree house. Some time
during the night she had removed his borrowed shirt, and was now
sleeping with just her bra and shorts, he smiled, but then frowned
suddenly realizing how hot it was, he too removed his shirt, and lay
on his side. Calleigh was on her back and her tummy was bare and
beautiful; reaching over he gently traced his fingers over her skin,
all the way to just under her bra, then slowly down her sides. She
squirmed and 'kitten moaned' arching her back just slightly, this
was Eric's favorite thing to do; he loved tickling Calleigh just
enough to make her moan in that adorable kittenish way. She stiffened
and she stretched moaning again but this time waking up. Eric's
hand was still on her waste, she seemed half awake so he squeezed her
side, she jumped and squeaked,
"Sorry, did I scare you?" He
whispered, and she rolled over to face him,
"A little but its
OK," she planted a kiss on his lips, he smiled,
"I like it
when you moan in your cute kitten way," He said seductively,
"And
tickling me awake have anything to do with-wait what time is it?"
she looked around,
"We fell asleep in the tree house?" Eric
nodded,
"It's okay, I think it's almost one," He
whispered, she seemed satisfied with that,
"So why exactly do
you like maye 'kitten moans'?" She asked, a devilish tone
peeking through, Eric caught on and answered,
"Because you sound
so vulnerable and fragile, like a china doll, so breakable," He
said his tone edging its way to Calleigh's.
"That's nice,"
she said sitting up,
"Aye don't get to feel breakable very
often," She said moving closer to him, one arm moving over his
torso, and placing itself on his other side. She picked up the rest
of herself and slowly crawled over him so she was on all fours over
him,
"Now, Aye' like feeling breakable and fragile," she
lowered her forehead to his,
"Please make me feel fragile,"
she lay down on top of him and took his face and kissed him,
"And
breakable," she whispered, kissing him again,
"But dangerous,"
She said hoarsely, with a deep desire that melted Eric's heart; he
wrapped one arm around her waist, the other holding her back. He
kissed her back rolling onto his side and rubbing her back, side (and
occasionally her butt), shoulders, she on the other hand, held the
back of his head and wrapped one leg with his and rubbed his neck,
and shoulders. She rolled onto his chest; one leg draped lazily over
him one keeping her balance he propped himself up on his elbow, he
bent one knee so they fit perfectly. In the moments they took a
breath Eric would kiss her ears whisper compliments to her, and she
would tell him how delicate and fiery she felt. As their kisses
deepened and became more erratic, Calleigh would let out small
'kitten moans' and that would just deepen the kiss even more, and
as they deepened, her 'kitten moans' increased, became more
urgent, for more passion, more sizzle. Eric rubbed her back and she
gave him little kisses, soft happy, sexy, knowing kisses, and in
return she got, knowing, seductive, safe and caring kisses. Eric was
leaning on one arm, Calleigh was sitting with her knees bent, one
hand caressing his cheek the other rubbing his arm, he had his free
hand holding her neck, one finger rubbing that spot behind her ear.
Those simple gestures, with soft simple kisses, made a perfectly
comfortable moment. Calleigh ended this fiery make-out with her and
Eric's favorite bottom lip suck, and Eric kissed her ear and neck,
Calleigh still breathing in gasps leaned her head on his shoulder and
closed her eyes, she laughed, Eric rubbed her back and her breathing
became steady,
"You know Aye'm pretty sure Natalia knows,
about us."
She said quietly, still trying to breathe properly,
"Ryan too,
but not as much," she shifted positions so they could lie down
again, she rested her head oh his chest, and sighed,
"Well I
already knew about Natalia, she kept teasing me about you…" he
rubbed her back,
"And Wolfe just gets the idea cause, well we're
close at work and, well, I don't know how he figures…" He
trailed off and Calleigh sighed,
"That's nice" and was
asleep in moments. Eric lay there silent still rubbing her back, when
a couple of thoughts entered his mind; the night before he and
Calleigh hadn't used protection, and she'd that dream, maybe
she'd get pregnant…He thought they were lucky she took birth
control pills. She stirred beside him and he continued to rub her
back. He wasn't afraid to be a father, he was afraid of what might
happen to his job if she did end up having kids…
The days went by and they went back to work; Calleigh was back to her normal self the moment she put her badge and gun on, stepped into her hummer and drove the first crime scene. All was at its best…But after about six and a half weeks of hard work things started to go wrong.
She was going through her apartment to reorganize when she noticed something about her calendar; she hadn't marked her period, as she always had out of habit, she frowned and did some mental calculation, and shook her head, and grabbed a pen and wrote out her calculation, she mentally cringed...
She was twelve days late…
