Authors note: Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at CSI- Miami fanfiction. So if I do something horrible, or totally off cannon, please forgive me! The idea for this story simply came to me, and I have been flying by the seat of my pants ever since.

Reviews: Yes Please! With a Speedle shaped cherry on top!

Disclaimer: I do not in any way shape or form own any of the plot, characters, etc. They belong to whoever owns 'em. I just took the general idea for a test jaunt. So, don't sue me...not that it would be beneficial, as I am a poor university student, yadda yadda yadda.

A/N #1: Thank you to my new BETA: Spooky-Doom. And on that note, any mistakes you find are because I am a dumb-dumb and missed them, I do the final spell-check. Durr! PS: My Beta has the flu of death, wish her well!

A/N #2: The rating has been moved up to mature, as this chapter and the following will more then likely contain sex scenes and all that good stuff. Enjoy!

A/n #3: There will be one more chapter after this! Enjoy and review!

Pale skin in the Moonlight

They managed to make it to his apartment door before she gave up waiting as he fumbled for his keys and began to kiss his neck. Her dark curls flowing around her bare shoulders as she wrapped her arms around him, standing on tip-toe to reach as she slowly drove him to insanity. He shivered noticeably, her attack on his neck rendering him almost breathless. "Mmm...You like that?" She asked, her voice soft and gravelly, before nipping at the base of his neck playfully.

He fisted a hand in her curls, bringing her lips to his as he pulled her into a hard, but passionate kiss. His tongue pressing for a second against her closed lips before they admitted him, and he deepened the kiss. Was there a part of her that wasn't good? He thought with a groan, tasting vanilla on her breath, and smelling lavender in her hair. It was enough to intoxicate him.

His mind was drowning in her, his heart was pounding in his ears as he shoved her into the door, continuing the kiss, a small moan escaping him as she rubbed her hips against his. Finally, the key met the lock, and they stumbled in. Her shriek of laughter was the only sound that escaped before the door slammed shut behind them,as he pressed her against the wall.

"Going to give me the tour?" She inquired, a few breathless minutes later. Looking up at him after their kiss had ended, both panting for breath. He looked down at her, his arms above her, as he had her pinned to the wall. Taking in those reddening, swollen lips, a single love bite on her collar bone already rising, forming a rosy splotch, and those black curls...God! She was the greatest of temptations.

"Maybe later." He growled softly in her ear, nibbling the lobe, causing her to gasp in pleasure. "Mmmm... What did you have in mind?" She replied playfully, running a hand slowly down his chest, pausing tantalizingly at his belt buckle. He didn't reply, but picked her up off the wall, and began to lead her down the hall.

But they both proved to be much too impatient. He would blame her jokingly the next morning, as they dallied in bed, arms around each other, still enjoying the afterglow. He would say that she started it. But in truth, they both reached for the other at the same time. All the weeks of flirting, of friendship, desire, and want, it would all boil down to tonight.

His fingers found the catch of her metal belt, seconds before her hands undid the first button of his long sleeved shirt. It was a hurried rush of frenzied of movements, each desperate to feel each others flesh on theirs. As the belt crumpled nosily to the floor, she was already finished with his buttons, and was attempting to pull off the offending garment with one hand, while the other stroked the length of his chest. Her curious, insistent fingers running through his dark chest hair, teasing the flesh of his abs with gentle, but insistent scratches.

He reached around, his hands disappearing into the depths of her hair, to tug on those flashing purple strings that tied up the garment. She was no less as busy, pulling off his shirt and letting it flutter down to join the growing trail of garments that littered the length of the hall.

The now loose strings loosened the top, and he watched as the top slithered down her body, exposing inch by inch, new stretches of flesh to explore. He lets his hand travel down her neck, mapping each contour of her flesh, pausing at each freckle. He kissed the skin that was revealed as he slid aside her black bra strap, letting it rest loosely on her shoulder, before doing the same to the other. She arched into his touch, with a soft moan. Whispering added encouragement as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall down at their feet, the rest of the shirt sliding down to follow.

She moaned again as he cupped her breasts, thumbing her dark pink nipples into perfect points. "Beautiful..." He muttered, voice almost a whisper, feeling their soft weight in his palms as she pressed herself into him. They finally stumbled into his bedroom, leaving Speed to shake off his jeans which were pooled about his ankles. While, at the same time, he fiddled with the little buttons of her slacks. Cursing the advent of women fashion insisting on hampering his efforts before he finally succeeded, and yanked them down her hips victoriously.

In silent admiration he let his fingers travel down her pale thighs, delighting in the sensation of finally feeling that soft skin. He grinned at her reaction as he pressed a hand against her mound. Finding her already warm and moist through the fabric of her panties. She gasped and bucked into his hand, moaning her approval, eyes half-lidded with lust.

He vaguely heard things falling off his dresser as she turned them suddenly, pressing herself against him. Her hurried kisses trailing down from his lips to his cheek. "Such a tease.." She muttered, voice muffled as she moved south to sucked at his neck, her bites and soothing licks causing his hips to trust into her almost unconsciously.

He reeled in the sensation as she laid down siege on his Achilles heel, the one spot that reduced him, and all his scientific smarts to absolutely nothing, clearing the way for sensation and pleasure alone.

Check that...Make that two spots! He thought briefly before all intellectual thought dissipated entirely as she moved a small hand down to caress her erection. "Cythnia...Cyn..." He gasped, watching her as she pulled down his boxers, his impressive member almost jumping into her waiting hands. He watched as she trailed her fingers around his groin, teasing her hands down his well-toned treasure trail, only to turn and rake through his dark curly pubic hair.

He dug his fingers into her hips, groaning in pleasure as she rolled his balls experimentally. Her movements coming to mirror her treatment of rigid shaft. Every time her hand moved to stroke him, her nimble fingers coaxed his arousal to a height that made his body tense and his muscles spasm.

But this buffet of sensation was nothing compared to when he felt her warm, wet lips wrap their silkily heat around his weeping head. His eyes flew open, and the bit of air he had left in his lungs disappeared in a breathy rush. Moaning aloud, he buried his hands in her black curls, encouraging her movements, not even noticing the corners of the dresser digging into his back, only feeling the sensation of her lips...and Ah! Her tongue as it swirled around him.

He pulled away abruptly, breathing hard, griping the base of his erection, squeezing tightly till the urge to come subsided. She looked him over with a knowing eye, the tip of her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips.

"Now whose the tease?" He growled playfully, picking her up easily and throwing them both on the bed, him coming to rest atop her, swallowing her startled squeak as he captured her lips again. "You seem to be a tad over-dressed." He commented slyly, eyebrow arched as he fingered the string on her lacy purple thong. Purple looked magnificent on her.

"Mmm.." Was all she said, wiggling a bit as his finger traced the outline of the fabric. He straddled her, taking his time as he slowly inched them down, bit by bit. She moaned as he fingered her short black hairs, watching him as he breathed in her scent, and rubbed the skin around her moist opening in torturous circles.

"Mmm Speed?" She gasped, as he let as single finger slip under the panties and press against her slit. She thrust up her hips, eyes tightly closed as she threw back her head, nails scratching against his forearms as she tried to create that desperately needed friction.

"What do you want?" He asked her, voice gravelly with lust. Biting back a moan as she blindly found his member, and began doling out some revenge of her own, even as he slipped a finger into her folds, causing her to groan out his name again. She didn't respond immediately, only moved under him. He could feel his self-control slipping each time she did, shattering his carefully crafted control that he prided himself on, with small but building cracks. "Just let go." She whispered. "Just let it go and feel."

All it took after that was another bucking of her hips and her tongue circling his ear. He growled into the nape her neck, leaving a punishing trail of bites, followed by deep kisses as he moved down her neck. His hands moved to the curves of her hips, easily his favorite place on her, even before he had her. Letting himself have a moment to trace the triangle of freckles in the small hollow of her left hip, before she moaned and thrust up again. He instinctively thrust back, pressing himself harder into her. She responded in kind, grinding her body into his, mewling in pleasure. It was too much, her moans, her hands touching his cock, the allure of her body, her breasts at his face, nipples erect and proud. Her long dark curls spread across the pillows...He just couldn't take it...

The panties had long since disappeared when he finally pressed himself at her entrance. He paused for a split second, waiting for her eyes, dilated with desire and lust to meet his. When they did, eyes resting on the other, he was moved to kiss her. It was not just a kiss of passion and lust, but one of understanding and something more, something even he, dared not to define.

But desire soon reared again and the kiss deepened, and their tongues dueled for dominance and her hands pressed into his back as he moved atop her. His hand moved to gently pinch a nipple, causing her to break the kiss with a pleasured gasp, her eyes fluttering open once again.

"..Tim..." She moaned, about to say more, but he could take the torture no longer, and drove inside her. Speed had never felt the like, bright spots of color burst in her retinas for a second as he enveloped himself in her. Yes, he had been with women before, but Cynthia was different, she fit him perfectly, she felt different, perfect... He had to pause, she was so tight around him, the sensation of being inside her was almost too much.

She let out a whimper under him, her eyes wide, and mouth slack as her mind blanked with the sensation. But soon, they were both moving rhythmically. Each matching the other as they began a very different sort of a dance, one that didn't require anything but the other, and the feelings they caused.

They both drove the other to the brink together. Sometime later, she was gripping the headboard, emitting a moan of pleasure each time he moved in and out of her, and he sent her over the edge when he threw her legs over his shoulders, and hit just the right spot inside her. She came with a shout, eyes shut tightly as the pleasure over took her. It was just that sight, and the spasmodic clamping of her inner muscles that sent him off into his own private oblivion, and for a second, he could have sworn he was floating in a field of lavender.