Summary: A new lieutenant is partnered with Brass and their first case together comes in almost immediately. But, the longer they work together, the closer they become, and Brass finds it increasingly difficult to get her out of his thoughts. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation or its characters. I only own my OC.
A/N: Thanks for the support so far! Hope that kiss last chapter was good enough. I was so proud of that scene and I'd love to know what people thought (other than my two regular reviewers for this story). Hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Just Can't Get Enough
Chapter Seven
Brass was shocked to think that the kiss he'd just shared with Emily was one she'd helped to initiate.
He never believed that she'd actually want to kiss him, yet suddenly her lips were on his again. It didn't feel seedy or sordid. It felt...Well...As stupid as it sounded in his head, it felt right. It felt okay. It felt amazing and he didn't want it to end but just as that thought entered his head she broke the kiss and snuggled even closer to him.
"Is this okay?" She asked, feeling him hitch a breath as her cold fingers brushed against his chest, "What I feel?"
"What is it that you feel?" Brass asked as he ran his fingers into her hair while the heat of the fire began to surround them.
"Like I want you." She whispered, "Like I want to be with you. And I swore to myself I wouldn't trust someone again so easily but with you...I feel safe."
"That's good." He said softly, "Isn't it? That you feel safe with me. 'Cause I feel safe with you. Trust isn't the easiest thing for me either."
"You been hurt too?" She asked, rubbing his chest gently before moving her hand to stroke the back of his neck as her head rested against his shoulder, "Sucks, doesn't it. Can I ask what happened?"
"Um..."
Brass felt a small lump form in his throat and he swallowed it down, keeping her held close as he kissed her head. He didn't want to ruin the atmosphere and the moment he'd been waiting for by bringing up the pains of his past. Not when he had one of the most incredible women he'd ever met in his arms, holding him like he was the one thing on earth that was precious to her.
"Not right now. I can't talk about it now. I'm more focused on what's happening here..." He said softly, "With us. With you. I'm gonna have to make a call...I may have to call the CSIs because we don't know if anything else happened to you."
"With regards to us...Where do you stand?" Emily whispered, completely avoiding Brass's words.
"I know I care about you." Brass admitted, "I feel for you...I have feelings for you."
Emily smiled gently and kissed his neck softly, turning his face to look into his eyes. They both felt like awkward teenagers again, but they shared a look that just told the other person that they should stop being silly about it and get on with it. But what about work? Both wondered how it would affect their working relationship.
Brass gently took her hand and laced their fingers together, drawing the back of hers to his lips and kissing it softly. They smiled and dared to lean in for another kiss, feeling it deepen as Emily pressed into his embrace.
"Do you want this?" She asked, "Us?"
Brass nodded without even thinking about it. He did want to try and make something work and she'd said she wanted to be with him. Why she wanted him was beyond him. He had no idea why she'd want to be with him, but she seemed to want to be close to him. Emily herself knew deep down that this was what she'd been feeling for a while, and now she'd kissed him, she knew that the only place she wanted to be was in his arms.
"Do you?" He asked, earning a soft kiss in response followed by a nod.
"Of course." She whispered softly as she turned herself around to sit herself in his lap, "I want you. I feel that I can trust you and to know you have feelings for me too makes me feel wonderful."
Brass smiled softly and chuckled warmly while keeping her cold body close to his trying to warm her up with each of his gentle kisses. Emily smiled as he stroked gentle lines down her skin with his fingers, keeping the blanket wrapped closely around them.
"Emily, I have to call..."
"Call work, I know. But nothing else happened." She whispered nuzzling his cheek with the cold tip of her nose, "I promise. You don't need the CSIs."
Brass sighed and nodded against her, turning to kiss her as she touched his cheek gently. He pulled out of the blanket and kissed her head, leaving her to go upstairs to get thicker covers for them to settle under. Emily dried her hair again with the towel that had been resting over the fire and the cold suddenly got to her again. She was so cold it was making her hurt, and when Brass returned he realised she couldn't move herself again.
In all likelihood she was going to get sick. Which was the last thing she or anyone else needed. He placed the thick covers on the floor, and scooped her up into his arms gently, drawing her to his body and settling down with her, wrapping the covers around them both.
"Are you in pain?" He asked, earning a nod from her as she grimaced, a tear slipping down her cheek, "What's wrong, Emily?"
"God, I'm aching all over..." She said quietly, "I was so scared...I thought I was gonna..."
"Hey, it's over for now, huh?" He replied, keeping her tightly wrapped in his arms, "Shhh...We're gonna get the bastards who did this to you, okay? First of all, you need to be warmed up again. You shouldn't have left the blanket really."
He moved closer to the fire, keeping her cradled in his embrace and smiling as she rested her head on his shoulder. She couldn't believe she was being so open. She couldn't believe that she felt so damn vulnerable at the same time.
"Listen...Why don't I get you settled in the guest room. The heating's on in the house." He said quietly, "I'll call work while you get some sleep. You must be tired."
"I don't want to be alone..." She whispered, sniffling and hiccuping as a tear rolled down her face, "Please? Don't leave me..."
Brass didn't quite know what to do but he figured perhaps it wouldn't hurt for her to share his bed. They were together after all and it wasn't like anything would happen in the night. She was really shaken and pretty cold too. And he had more respect for her than to try and initiate sex with her so quickly. He didn't want to sleep with her at that point anyway. He was more focused on her as a person. Just taking things slowly.
"I'll tell you what, I'll call work...Let them know what's happened," He began, "And I think it would be best considering what's happened for you to stay here so we'll get your stuff in the morning."
She nodded softly and settled in his arms as he continued to whisper to her. She sighed dreamily and snuggled up to him, thankful that he was taking such good care of her. She had clearly turned to the perfect person to look after her in this situation.
"Then we can go to bed." He said softly, "You can sleep in my bed with me if you want."
"That'd be nice." She hummed, smiling as he went to pick her up, "Let me walk?"
"If you struggle I'll carry you upstairs." Brass said with a soft sigh, "You're cold and hurting."
"I'll be okay." Emily replied with a smile, "Promise."
Brass smiled at her and he looked into her eyes, raising his eyebrows as if asking her if it was okay to kiss her, and she giggled sweetly, nodding and leaning forward to capture his lips in her own. For a while, all they could do was just kiss one another curiously, gently, again like nervous teenagers, while their hands carefully ran over the other person's body, slowly torturing the other person's senses.
"Emily..." Brass breathed as they broke a deeper kiss, "I really need to call work right now. I have to. We need this investigating because I don't want whoever did this to you getting away with it. 'Kay?"
"Okay." Emily whispered, watching sadly as he stood to help her up.
After getting her upstairs and settled in his bed with the thick covers, he threw on something to wear in bed and left the closet open for her to choose something to wear to sleep in as he went to make the call. She found one of his t-shirts and smiled, taking in the scent of laundry detergent and dressing in it, getting settled under the covers to try and rest. Brass had explained everything Emily had told him, and said Emily could explain more at work. So, they decided to make them both stay home until someone could come and see them about it. Brass huffed as he hung up the phone. Great.
He returned to the bedroom quietly to find Emily curled up on her side covered with the quilt, and he believed that she was asleep. So he gently climbed into bed beside her, watching her turn over and smile lazily at him.
"Hi." She said softly, making him chuckle as he settled down beside her.
"Hi." He answered, allowing her to curl into his arms, "You look like you could sleep for a thousand years."
"I think I could." She said with a soft laugh, "I'm gonna roll over."
"Why?" Brass asked, following her as she rolled onto her side and reached for him.
"I'm more comfortable this way." She whispered, "But as long as you're near me, I won't feel scared."
Brass moved behind her and pulled her into his body, kissing her neck softly as he wound an arm around her, lacing the fingers of his left hand with her right, keeping himself wrapped around her.
"Is that more comfortable?" He asked, earning a hum and a nod, "Goodnight, Emily."
"Night, Jim." She whispered softly, turning slightly to kiss his lips, "Sweet dreams, handsome."
As she turned back and settled down, Brass stroked her hand soothingly with his thumb and pressed the lightest, gentlest of kisses to her temple before whispering softly into her ear.
"Sweet dreams, baby."
-TBC-
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