Title: The Waiting Game
Genre: CSI MIAMI
Pairing: Horatio and Calleigh
Rating: M – Mature Warning, This is possibly the most "un-work-safe" chapter I've ever written – And yet it is not depictive.
Timeline: Season two – Late A/U
Spoilers: 1X9 – I couldn't resist the temptation – If you're familiar with the DuCaine moments you'll see them…
Summery: Waiting is often the most difficult part.
Disclaimer: They are two brilliant characters to play with… such complexity… Alas, they do not belong to me.
A/N: The problem with reaching this stage in a story - especially after such a lengthy and conflicting build-up – Is that the chances of it falling flat because of a mediocre intimate scene, is exceptionally high. However six chapters later – this was supposed to be a one shot – Missy pulled out all the stops, she's done and tried things here…that let's just say is not usually done. This is a Horatio POV – but Missy was super nice, she did a Calleigh POV on this chapter as well – That one is not quite done yet.
Written: April 2012
Word Count: 6,985 words - I didn't want to split it.
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Early one morning Horatio stepped into the Ballistics Lab, knowing that it was still too early for Calleigh to be in. He made his way over to her desk, taking in the sight of the slightly wilted yellow rose that was propped in a test tube, and smiled slightly. He noted its position of authority at the centre of her desk as he stepped closer to it. Carefully, he placed the folder with him on her desk, and on top of it, another yellow rose. Stepping back, he looked about her domain. Even in her absence, her presence there was obvious, with everything neatly organized.
Things had been slightly awkward the first few days after the incident in his office. They had become more cautious, even awkward at times around each other since then. However, she had not given him any indication that his attentions were undesired, or unwanted. Just the thought of her shy smiles, their stolen glances, and shared moments, caused his heart to pound just that much quicker. The previous day, he had caught sight of her whilst in the process of applying lip balm. That simple action had caused his mind to wander so vehemently, he had almost needed to excuse himself from his then present company.
He turned towards the door, intent on making his exit, when it opened to admit the very person he had been thinking of. Her scent assailed his senses and his body was quick to respond to her presence. His awareness of her whereabouts sharpening immediately.
'Well look what I found,' Calleigh started, one of her soft smiles graced her lips for a moment. Her voice was teasingly friendly. 'A very handsome redhead snooping about my lab.'
Horatio felt a shy smile cross his lips, his heart already racing. 'I just came to drop off the file on the gang shooting, I made some notes…' Horatio started whilst taking in the sight of her, dressed up in almost all black. Good-bye logic, hello lust. Calleigh in black, oh God help me today. She could tempt a saint dressed like that….
As he faltered, he saw her look past him. 'And you came bearing gifts as well,' she playfully teased him, 'I had hoped to catch the source of yellow roses in action.'
Horatio awkwardly shifted on his feet. 'Guilty as charged ma'am,' he replied as their gazes locked for a moment.
Calleigh stepped up to him, placing her hand on his arm. He braced himself against the sensations that assailed him at her touch. They were always intense, warm, a heat that radiated from the contact point right across his body within a heartbeat. Lifting both his spirits and feeding his desires.
They had only recently started touching one another, and it had quickly become an impulse he found difficult to restrain himself from indulging in. It had started off innocently enough one morning, with a simple brush of his hand at her elbow. The sensation that had flirted through his fingers and up his arm had been addictive. His heart had raced… and since then, he could not contain the compulsion whenever she was close enough to him. That simple contact, had set into motion a much greater need to touch her – any part of her, as often as he could. He sought simple reasons to touch her, and no longer waited for her to acknowledge his presence next to her. He simply reached across the distance, obtaining from her his much needed fix, letting his presence be felt.
'They are lovely, thank you Horatio.' Calleigh said, before stepping past him and placing her bag on her desk. She lifted the rose from the file and held it to her nose, drawing in its scent, her eyes fluttering shut, causing his body to leap in response. How he envied the attention that rose was receiving. Her eyes opened again, her gaze meeting his as she smiled indulgently at him… that soft smile that could, and did, turn his insides to mush in seconds flat. He fought against his desire to pull her into his arms, to lay claim to those lips that rose was resting against. To draw a moan of desire from them, much like the one he fought to contain right there and then. However, she had not yet given him the all clear, and he doubted he would be able to pull back, were he to submit to the primitive urge that filled him.
'You're welcome,' he semi croaked out a moment later.
Calleigh simply tilted her head and looked at him for a moment, before turning from him and pulling the old rose from its place, replacing it with the new one.
'Are you joining me for coffee and case files?' Horatio asked a few moments later, finally having drawn his thoughts together again. However, just then, his beeper went off.
'Yes sure,' Calleigh answered, before smiling at him as he looked at his bleeper.
'We're going to have to take a rain check on that,' Horatio returned having read the message on his bleeper, 'that was dispatch, I just got a callout.' He said moments before her bleeper sounded as well.
'I'll get my kit and meet you there.'
Another week passed. A week filled with caseloads, bodies and carefully placed touches. Touches that for a moment placated his desire. Nevertheless, they quickly had him longing for more. It was so much more than he'd had from her before, but not quite what he really wanted. His touches had also evolved, from the once fleeing caresses, to more lingering, more purposeful, yet chaste, exchanges. Letting her know that he wanted her, desired her, however that he was willing to wait for her.
At first, Calleigh had been quick to react to them, by turning her gaze towards him and then smiling slightly. However, lately, her reaction had changed, with only a lingering smile forming on her lips, sometimes followed by her licking her lips. Or, and this is the one that got to him the most, she would carefully turn her gaze to meet his, with a impish smile forming on her lips. A smile that gripped him right there between the lungs, because it was a smile he knew was reserved only for him. That smile alone could cause his knees to quake.
He entered the layout room, where she had been waiting for him, and quickly glanced about them before stepping closer to her. His hand instinctively reached towards her, landing on her lower back. His gaze automatically shifted to her face, waiting for his smile… only this time it did not appear. He watched as her eyes closed and felt her body pushed back into his touch. His response was instinctive, firming his touch, his hand splaying as he watched her lips part. His body immediately responded to the invitation, and he stepped closer, allowing her scent to envelope him as his hand applied pressure to her back, in order to draw her closer to him.
'Calleigh,' he hoarsely groaned. His utterance of her name held all the desire and need he felt for her.
Her head lolled slightly to the side, before tuning towards him. 'Yes Horatio?' She answered, before opening eyes and allowing him to see their glazed state.
At the sight of her glazed look, he felt his body reaffirm his desire. The sudden aching he felt in his groin was not unfamiliar to him in her presence. It once again reiterated as to what he wanted, desired most, and he once again found himself enthralled by her eyes, her scent and just wholly by the woman that was Calleigh.
Swallowing hard, he fought the desire to simply lean forward, to shorten the distance that separated them, and to take possession of her lips. His eyes dropped down to them, and he could not bring himself to breathe as she quickly moistened her lips. Drawing in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and carefully stepped back, knowing that it was neither the time nor the place for him to ravage her, also being well aware of the fact that once he started, there would be no stopping him.
Giving himself a moment, he drew in a deep breath again before opening his eyes, steeling himself in his decision. It would be all or nothing. There would be no half measures when it came to his desires for her.
'What have we got?' He finally managed to ask, and watched as Calleigh took a few moments to draw her thoughts together, then turned his attention towards the evidence table.
'We're still awaiting the results from the blood and fibres we found on the victim. We got a hit in AVIS on the fingerprint that was lifted from the drinking glass.' She spoke up a few moments later. And just as easily he fell into routine with her – working with her has always been easy….
After leaving the layout room, he made his way down the passage towards trace, when his phone buzzed. Drawing it out, he looked at the name displayed on the screen and smiled slightly. Flipping it open in order to read the message, he stopped dead in his tracks. A sudden jolt of shock permeated his body, followed by the violent acceleration of his heart as the meaning of the two acronyms registered with him. He suddenly found it hard to breathe, with his body suddenly feeling decidedly numb. He swallowed loudly a few times, and wished he had somewhere where he could sit down for a moment, as his legs suddenly felt incapable of bearing his weight.
'Bad news?' a familiar voice next to him jolted him out of his stunned mien.
'No – no it's not,' Horatio quickly replied, pulling himself back together and flipping his phone shut, before turning towards Speedle. 'Have you managed to find anything on those fibres yet?'
'Yeah, they're angora, so they came from some high end blanket or sweater.' Speedle deadpanned.
'Or from someone who owns angora rabbits, follow it and see where it goes.' Horatio said, intending to step past Speed.
'You're not going to?' Speed asked, his voice conveying his disbelief at Horatio's behaviour.
'No… I ah… I have to be somewhere,' Horatio replied looking at the phone for a moment.
'Oh, yes.' Speed answered frowning slightly at him.
Horatio stepped past him and made for the exit. Once outside, he made his way over towards his Hummer, opening it and getting in. Before once again pulling out his phone and flipping it open. Wanting to assure himself that he had read it correctly. Std. S.T.D. The two acronyms had not changed, and he felt a strong sense of elation bubble forth. She had decided… Returning his phone to his pocket, he reached for the key and started the Hummer.
A few days later, he was once again sitting at his desk. This time, however, he was on pins and needles, having expected all morning to hear from her. He had earlier the day, placed the results of his test on her desk. However, he had not heard from her all day. He knew that she was busy and had a court appearance, also that he was over anxious about the progression of things from this point on.
Just as his mind wandered to her, for what felt like the thousandth time that day, she stepped into his office. His heart leapt into his throat as she approached his desk.
'Calleigh,' he acknowledged her presence, noting the apprehensive air about her. His gaze landed on the envelope she held. A forbidding sense overcame him, making it difficult to breathe, with a heavy weight settling over his heart.
'Horatio, this is for you.' Calleigh simply stated, extending the envelope towards him.
'What's this?' Horatio asked, taking the envelope from her. Opening it, without moving his gaze from her, he extracted the paper before looking down at it and reading its contents. His heart immediately lightened, and breathing became easier again.
'I just thought that it was unfair to ask something of you if I was not willing to do it as well.' Calleigh finally replied, for a moment lacing her fingers together and looking down at them.
Horatio looked up from her results, and smiled slightly. 'Trust is important to both of us.'
'Yes it is,' She returned, nodding her head slightly.
He remained silent for a while, the silence between them once again becoming awkward. 'I'd better be going, I have some casings to check.' Calleigh said turning for the door.
'Calleigh,' he called to her just before she reached the door.
'Yes,' she replied, tuning slightly towards him.
'Thank you,' his voice carried his sincerity.
He watched that particular smile form on her lips, the one that could send his mind on flights of fancy, especially when combined with the gaze she bestowed him. 'You wanna come over for dinner on Friday?' She finally spoke up, her soft voice wrapping around his heart.
He felt the smile form on his lips. His heart started racing at the sheer implication of her words, at what they inferred. 'That would be delightful,' He replied, having carefully chosen his words carefully, not wanting her to think he expected anything more from her.
'Okay, Friday then,' Calleigh said before turning from him and exiting his office.
Horatio felt the elation bubbling forth through him, still incapable of believing that they had gotten as far….
The few days that followed, were filled with shared glances under lashes, and impish smiles. These, combined with his rambling thoughts, had nearly caused him loose it on several occasions. The want, the desire that burned in him, combined with the need that coursed through him on every shared occasion, every interaction, increased proportionately, until he felt certain he was about to lose his mind every time she came near him.
Later that day he stepped into the Ballistics Lab, wanting to check up on her progress – at lest that was what he told himself. Stepping up behind her, he was once again incapable of contesting the urge to touch her, and settled his hands on her arms. Stepping even closer to her, he drew in her scent before brushing a light kiss on her one shoulder. Closing his eyes, he soaked up the sensation of her skin under his lips. He felt Calleigh lean back into his touch, tilting her head slightly to allow him better access to her neck. He glanced at her quickly and saw her eyes slip shut, just as a soft moan escaped her lips. The sound of which wrenched an immediate response from his body.
'Calleigh,' he moaned as his hands ran up her arms and come to rest on her shoulders. His lips moved and found her neckline, placing the gentlest of kisses there.
He felt her move slightly, and on instinct moved to counter her, laying claim to her lips. He brushed her lips softly at first, before pushing down more insistently on them. The moment her lips parted slightly, he dove in, muffling the moan that escaped her lips as he drunk from her lips, relishing in her taste. Their angle made it difficult for them to maintain the kiss for any extended period of time, and on parting, both were panting slightly. His body burned with desire for her, and he rested his head against hers for a moment, drawing together his control in order to back off again, knowing that it was neither the time nor the place to take his desires any further. He ran his hands down her arms and back up before bringing them to rest on her shoulders once again. He finally pulled back from her, glancing down at her. The softened, lust filled expression in her eyes nearly had him cave on his intentions.
'Any progress?' He managed to croak out a few moments later, having gotten his wayward thought under control.
'I'm still running the bullets through IBIS, there have been no hits yet.' Calleigh replied hoarsely. He watched as she drew in a deep breath, clutching her hands slightly.
'Let me know if you find anything,' he returned, finally stepping away from her and creating a greater distance between them.
'Okay,' Calleigh whispered in reply, nodding her head slightly, before her gaze dropped to his lips again, moistening her own. The action pulled at him to simply relent, to take what he wanted. What they both wanted. However, he did not want their first time to be rushed, and definitely not in the Ballistics Lab at work.
Stepping away from her, he tried not to look at her kiss swollen lips or how her nipples were pebbling against her top. 'You know where to reach me,' he finally grumbled.
'Yeah,' she replied lowly.
By Friday morning, Horatio was certain he was about to loose his mind completely. Especially after having tossed and turned for the entirety of the previous evening. His body remained in a constant state of arousal, and anticipation. This was soon followed by an incredible sense of trepidation and dread… Becoming intimate with Calleigh, although it was possibly the most sought after fantasy he had, also meant that he would need to remove his clothes. And there was something astoundingly scary in exposing himself in such a way. In all ways, his clothes served as his armour, and their removal would bear open to her the man beneath them. The man who had spent too many hours already dreaming of touching her body, of having full access to it, and thus he could make an utter blunder of it… He could loose his head, and she was just too important to do such a thing with. He was uncertain if she would even like what she discovered….
Friday drug by, and by some unspoken agreement, they avoided one another as much as possible. Something that was not all together that difficult to accomplish, as she had gone out to a scene with Speed and he and Delco were seeing to another case. He was on edge, much more than usual, and just hoped that neither of their cases would keep them late. He strongly doubted that he could sanely make it through another day, feeling the way he did.
He was packing up for the evening, when his phone once again bleeped. He drew out the phone with a sigh and looked down at the identity, then felt a sense of trepidation fill him at the sight of her name. Drawing in a deep breath, he flipped opened his phone to read the message. Then couldn't help the smile that plastered itself on his lips. 19h30 bring some wine. He quickly punched in his reply, before finishing off in his office and heading home.
19H25 he pulled up outside her home, his heart pounding in his chest. He strongly doubted that he has ever been as nervous in his entire life as he was then. Exiting his car, he for a moment thought of the overnight bag he had stowed in the back. Not wanting to seem too presumptuous, he left it, and instead collected up the bottle of wine and the bunch of yellow lilies, before making his way over to her front door.
After having knocked on her front door, he took a moment to look about, trying to remain calm as he waited for her to open the door. The receding door drew his attention, allowing him to take in the image before him. Rendering him completely stunned as he took in the sight of her in a simple sea green dress. The garment flowed about her decided feminine form. Her hair was down over her shoulders, the way he loved it best. Her dress halted slightly above her knee, and was modest in all ways accepted by society. However, to his mind, it was possibly the most provocative outfit he has ever seen on her.
'Hi.' Calleigh greeted, tilting her head slightly, before stepping back to allow him entrance into her home. Her friendly smile nearly drove him to his knees. Stepping into her home, his senses were filled with the unique combination of scents he would forever remember. They were scents he would forever associate with her.
Turning back towards her, he handed her the flowers after she had once gain closed the door, feeling incapable of voicing anything.
'Thank you, they're beautiful.' Calleigh said taking the lilies from him and smiling shyly in return, before stepping past him and making her way to the kitchen. He followed her and was immediately surrounded by the welcoming scents of their dinner, while he watched as she filled a vase with water and carefully placed the flowers in it. Afterwards, she placed them on the counter, before turning and drawing a corkscrew from the drawer, handing it to him. Her movements were elegant, as the always were, and he felt like a klutz in comparison. He took the corkscrew from her and proceeded to open the bottle of red wine. Then pacing the opened bottle on the counter in order for it to breathe.
He watched as she reached for the glasses, and clasped his hands tightly into fists in effort to control the urge he had to pull her into his arms. Knowing he should not touch her, and that do so would test his levels of restraint to their limits. The silence between them once again became strained, and she turned to check on their dinner before turning to look at him.
'Why don't you go put on some music while I finish in here?' Calleigh finally spoke up.
Latching onto the idea, he was quick to reply, 'Sure.' he turned to exit her kitchen and made for her lounge. His heart racing as his hands had seemed to become jittery. Glancing about the room, he took in the pastel tones of her home. Their combination, and the distraction they brought his mind, soothed his nerves slightly. He looked through her music collection and decided on a light instrumental CD. He slipped the disk into the sound system, before returning to the kitchen.
Calleigh was busy setting out the food when he returned. She handed him a plate and indicated that he should dish up for himself. He dished up and followed her to the dining table, which had been simply laid out. He returned for the bottle of wine and poured them each a glass, before sitting down.
He looked at the food in front of him, its aroma divine. However, he had no quantifiable appetite or desire to eat it.
For a few awkward minutes, they toyed with their food, neither really eating anything.
Drawing in a deep breath, Horatio placed his knife on the plate, just as she was about to say something. He reached over to her and traced his fingers along inside of her arm, watching as she turned it over, allowing him to trace his fingers along the underside of her arm. His gaze moved, up her arm. His mind registered the shallow breaths she took as her chest expanded and contracted more hurriedly. His own breath caught as his fingers continued to caress the satin soft skin of her lower arm. The sensations that simple contact alone conferred him, had him utterly enthralled as his gaze came to rest on her face.
The desire he met in her eyes, he knew was as openly displayed in his own. His caresses continued, and he watched as her eyes slid shut, her lips parting slightly. His body was quick to respond, the aching sensation in his groin substantially increased as he continued to watch her.
'Calleigh,' he muttered. The low rumble within his voice conveyed all of his pent up desire, as he put down his fork as well.
She met him half way, both rising in order to close the distance between them. His hands clasped the sides of her face as he closed the distance to take her lips, no longer willing to abstain from his desires. The slight taste of the wine, mixed with her own intoxicating taste, filled his senses as he deepened their kiss. Drawing her closer to allow her to feel what touching her did to him. When they broke for air, he dropped his forehead against hers, both of them panting slightly.
'You sure Calleigh?' He croaked out, 'because I don't think I'll be able to stop once we start.'
'Yes.' She moaned in reply, her conformation carried a decided determination behind it.
Closing his eyes in relief, he drew in another breath, and once again closed the distance between them. This time, he seduced her with his mouth, by licking and tugging on her lips, before taking full possession of her mouth. Hungrily feeding off it. On parting, he kissed along her jaw line until he came to her ear. 'Where is your bedroom?' he husked, before kissing down her neck, lightly nipping at the skin.
He heard her moan of approval, before she huskily answered him, 'Down the hall.'
'Take me there, sweetheart.' He husked next to her ear, and drew back slightly from her. Taking in the sight of her already flushed features. He had promised himself that tonight would be about her. That he would make sure she felt good, and enjoyed their time together. For he had gained his pleasure by just being allowed to touch her, to kiss her without restraint.
Calleigh ran her one hand down his arm, before lacing her fingers with his own. She turned from him and led the way towards her bedroom.
Horatio followed her blindly, his mind already in a daze, incapable of processing anything other that the woman before him, leading him into her sanctuary.
When they entered her bedroom, he quickly looked about it, but only enough to familiarize himself with the layout. He noted the turned down sheets and the soft lighting that filled the room. He resisted against her forward movement and saw her turn her gaze to him, before applying more pressure and drawing her into his arms. His lips claiming hers as his hands moved to mould her body to his. His kiss quickly morphed into a full plunder of her lips, as his desire to draw more moans from her took hold. Calleigh responded, with an instant and intense passion. Her hands moved over him, at times clutching at his back. Her touch was distracting, and he reached for her hands, clasping them slightly to still them, before bringing them to rest on his chest.
'Horatio,' she moaned in protest. The elevated pitch in her tone told him of her frustration.
'Easy Cal,' he tried to sooth her, his voice low and husky, 'we have all night, there's no need to rush.'
Her whimper of protest went straight down to his soul. The knowledge that she could want him as ardently as he desired her, further fed his resolve to ensure she got what she needed from him.
'Just enjoy it Calleigh.' He whispered to her lips, before once again claiming them.
Her hands clutched his shirt in response as his hands once again started to move over her body again, his kisses skimming her neckline. 'Horatio,' she moaned against his neck as his hands slid under her dress hem, his fingers tracing up her thighs drawing the dress up with them.
His fingers came in contact with the satiny soft material of her teddy, and he could not contain the moan of desire that slipped from his lips. His fingers ran up and over the soft fabric, as her drew in a deep breath, savouring the scent that was uniquely hers. His hands flattened over her back. Holding her to him as he worked his way up to her mouth again. Taking her lips, nipping at them slightly before pulling back slightly and lifting the mass of green fabric over her head.
Once done, he reclaimed her lips, kissing her deeply before puling back from her slightly, taking in the sight of her in the peach coloured slip of satin and lace. His hands ran over the fabric, further fuelling his already rampart desires.
'Get into bed,' he murmured huskily against her ear, feeling her stumble slightly as he loosened his embrace. He watched her as she moved from him, slipping off her shoes before clambering onto her bed.
He quickly started tugging at his own clothing. Unceremoniously dumping them right there on the ground, as he watched her settle. Slowly Caine, you have time.
Having shrugged his outer clothes, he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. Taking a moment for a steadying breath, he joined her on her bed and started to run his hands over her soft skin.
His hands touched the hem of the satin teddy. 'For me?' he asked, skimming the silken fabric lightly with his fingers.
'Yes,' she moaned in reply, moments before his lips claimed hers again.
Carefully he started drawing the silky material from her body, exposing her skin to his hands and lips. Placing light kisses along the exposed flesh, Calleigh's body rose up towards him as his hands caressed he silky fabric from her. Drawing back slightly and sitting up, he drew the garment from her body. On completion, his fingers traced up her legs again as he lifted slightly to look upon her. Taking in the sight of her, all flushed with desire. Her hair hallowing her face as she gazed back at him with passion glazed eyes. His gaze lowered to her exposed breasts. Licking his lips as his hands traced over her abdomen and up over her ribs, capturing their softness into his eager palms. Their size fitted perfectly into his cupped palms. Carefully he lowered himself down, kissing at first her abdomen and carefully nipping and licking his way up.
He felt her hands slowly trace up his arms and over his shoulders. Her touch distracting. Reaching for them, he laced their fingers before lifting them to rest next to her head.
'Next time,' he whispered to her lips before gently tugging on them again. His action was met by an approving moan, as he tugged on her lower lip.
Letting go of her hands, he proceeded to kiss along her neckline. His hands returned to tracing her body as he lost himself in the taste and texture of her skin. Descending her body, he allowed her moans, grunts and sighs to guide him as he proceeded to worship her body. Her hands at some stage treaded through his hair as she braced up against him, murmuring, conveying her encouragement. Her body picked up its own rhythm, moving and pushing against his in encouragement. Her body rose to his touch as he discovered her heat. Moaning his name in both desire and desperation.
Quickly he moved over her. Ridding himself of his underwear. Kissing her lips, he aligned them. He had promised himself he would never make her beg him or his loving, he would never be that cruel. Their bodies settled in perfect alignment as he drew back from their kiss. Resting his forehead against hers, he looked into her eyes. Their softened, desire filled state tugged at his heart.
'Ready for me?' he whispered against her kiss swollen lips, his body already pushing down on hers slightly.
'Yes.' She gasped as he felt her body welcome him, the intense heat surrounding him.
'Calleigh,' he moaned in disbelief as he sank deeper into her. Watching her eyes roll back as her hands gripped at his hips. A soundless gasp broke from her lips as they touched his for a moment.
Bracing his weight on his forearms, he fought to control his breathing. Settling deep within her depths, cushioned by her heat and softness, he felt a quiver start over his body. Carefully he drew back, nipping at her chin as the sensations for a moment lessened. Before pushing back in. Tightly griping the sheets as her intense heat surrounded him once more. Calleigh's head pushed back against the pillow, her chest rising up towards his as a murmur of delight escaped her lips.
That's it Calleigh, feel me there, by god I'm going to love you proper tonight.
Fighting the desire to let go, her intense heat calling to him to do just that, to loose himself there within her depths. He carefully pulled back, easing his grip slightly on the sheets, before pushing back in. Once again gripping them in a vice-like grip.
Her fingers bit into his buttocks, as her body rose to meet his. The sudden jolt of pain had him jerk against her. The action grew an audible gasp out of her as her body braced more against his.
Gripping the sheets tightly, he nudged his hips into hers. Repeatedly. As her grunts and hisses of pleasure filed his ears. That's it Calleigh, oh god you're beautiful.
The heat around him intensified. Her grip on him tightened as her body moved against his. Her hands clawing at his back, his shoulders. The next moment she stiffened against him wailing her pleasure, as he body gripped his, bathing it in her heat. Shocking him into jerking hard against her. Oh god Calleigh, that was quick, you're so responsive, so hot.
Holding onto the sheets he held himself still, the slight flutters against him still perceivable.
Gently kissing her lips, he waited for her to come down, her body slacking completely under his as her hands hand gently up his back. Her softened gaze locked with his and stole his ability to think. The soft smile that lingered on her lips caused an immediate response from him as he hardened even more inside her. Her lashes lowered slowly as her head pushed back into the pillows. Closing the distance between them, he nibbled at her lips, whilst his body of its own accord started to rock them once again. Her hands pushed him down against her more as her body once again opened up to him.
Gripping the sheets tightly again, he pulled back and thrust forward into her. Her gaze locked with his as he lifted off her a little more. Slowly Caine, build her up.
Her hands moved over his back, then shoulders and down his arms.
'Let go Horatio. I won't break.' Her soft words filled his ears, tugging at his restraint as he moved within her.
But I might.
Steeling kisses between thrusts, he steeled himself against her words. Her gentle touch was almost his undoing. However, he was intent on taking her there again.
Her hand took a hold of his one wrist, breaking his concentration. Moving quickly, he gripped her hand tightly, drawing a startled gasp from her.
'Let go, I've got you.' Calleigh whispered, her other hand coming to rest on his back.
Oh god I want to Calleigh. You always have.
Quickly her reached down and gripped her one thigh, pulling it up more as he started whipping into her. His sudden thrusts drew cries from her as he handed himself over to the heat and softness of her body. Allowing himself to loose himself there in her depths. His throat burnt from the growls he emitted as his body powered into hers. Gripping her closely, he lost himself to a blistering pace.
He felt her move, felt her clutch at him, brace against him once again.
'That's it handsome…more…ah god…that's good…right there…more.' Her words barely registered with him, only her tone of encouragement fed his actions.
Hot, soft, need more.
An intense heat surrounding him once again, tugging at him, as the tingling sensation started crawling across his body. The ripples moved over his manhood followed by a searing heat and blinding light. His head drew back as his body jolted against hers.
Calleigh, was his last coherent thought as he subjected himself to his release. Her body gripping at his as his pumped his essence into her. Experiencing the most intensely gratifying release of his life, he whimpered from the force of it as his body tightened over hers.
Within moments of completion, his body slacked completely. Moving slightly, he dropped his head onto her chest before dropping down. Gasping for breath, he felt the perspiration start to break out over his skin. Soon followed by slight muscle tremors across his body.
Calleigh's hands soothed over his back, gifting him the moment's respite he needed to draw himself back together.
Carefully he moved his head to kiss her chest, the saltiness of her sweat registering with him, drawing from him a satisfactory sigh, before he once again settled his head over her heart. He felt her move slightly, changing the position of her legs around him.
'Calleigh, are you okay?' he finally managed to ask, having regained his breath.
'Hmm, never better.' Her soft reply came as her fingers ran through his hair.
'Must I move?' He reluctantly asked.
'Eventually you might have to.' Her gentle reply came.
'Have to and want to are opposing factors,' He started, moving his head to look at her.
'I know,' she returned, smiling slightly at him.
'Okay let try this, do you want me to?' he asked in controlled voice.
'Not really,' she sincerely returned.
'Okay that's settled then,' he said before moving his head to kiss her over her heart and settling down again.
Some time later, he moved and started kissing his way up her neck, before taking her lips again. Drawing back, his fingers brushed aside some of her tendrils, soothing them into place. Smiling down at her, he felt his heart skip a beat. The serenity that filled him was a foreign feeing for him. It lent even more power to the sense of rightness that filled his being.
'Thank you,' he whispered against her lips.
'And thank you,' she returned, reaching up, resting her palm against his cheek. His eyes drifted shut as he leant into her touch.
Closing the distance between them, he gently kissed her before wrapping her in an embrace. He moved them, and allowed her to settle with her head on his shoulder. His fingers started tracing shapeless patterns along her arm and shoulder.
'Horatio?' Calleigh's voice faltered slightly.
'Yes?' He murmured in response.
'You staying?' He felt her body stiffen slightly against him, and heard the unasked question in her voice.
'Definitely, and every other night you'll let me.' He replied drawing her closer for a moment.
He felt her chuckle slightly as her body softened against his again. A deep ingrained peace settled over him as he closed his eyes he thanked whomever had a hand in this, knowing there was no way he could ever willingly leave her.
The following morning, Horatio woke with a comforting warmth surrounding him. Its origin was carefully draped over him, and the soft featherlike movements on his chest were indication enough that Calleigh was also awake. For the first time in years, possibly his life, he felt disinclined to move or get out of bed on waking. Her scent filled his senses, causing a smile to form on his lips. His body felt rested and replete for the first time he could actually remember. The calmness and serenity that surrounded him were both comforting and, in many ways, long overdue.
He felt her head move slightly on his chest. It was such a simple conformation of her presence with him, substantiating that he had both gone to bed and woken with her, that fact alone soared his mood and fulfilled his soul in every way.
Reaching down to her, he ran his hand down her back before tracing each vertebra up along her spine. He felt her lips touch his chest over his heart, the sensation encouraged him to actually open his eyes and look down at her blond head, resting on his chest. His hand rubbed firmer down her back, and he watched as she moved her head to turn and look at him, her chin resting slightly on his chest. A soft smile resided on her lips, its presence drawing one from him as well. He felt her move slightly, and was about to resist the movement when he realized she was closing the distance between them, in order to place a small kiss on his lips. He automatically reached up to capture her hair, holding it aside whilst he cupped her cheek.
'Morning Sweetheart.' He husked on parting.
'Hey-a handsome.' Calleigh lightly returned.
Gripping her, he quickly rolled them until Calleigh was once again on her back.
'You're feeling rowdy this morning I see,' she teased slightly.
'Beats lying down with a rifle to get your attention,' Horatio was quick to, return drawing some on her hair away from her face.
'Oh trust me handsome, you had my attention that day,' Calleigh was quick to return with a lilting voice.
'Really, hot flushes,' Horatio teased closing the distance between them slightly.
'No, more like envy,' she whispered to his lips.
'What, you wanted the rifle?' Horatio teased in return.
Calleigh grunted in reply, 'No.'
'Then why the envy?' He taunted her.
'Because…' she started prodding his side some. '…This six foot man should have been lying down with me.'
'I couldn't agree with you more,' Horatio replied moving to take her lips.
The chirping of one of their phones caused him to draw back, groaning in frustration.
'Mine or yours?' Calleigh gasped as they drew apart.
'That will be mine, I'm on standby this weekend.' He replied resting his forehead against hers.
He felt her hands trace up his back. 'Let me know if you need a hand.'
Releasing a sigh, he reluctantly moved from her.
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One more chapter to go….
