AN: I was stoned when I wrote this. I was stoned for a good portion of this fic... And last week. Rated M for sexual content, proceed with caution.
How they'd successfully driven back to her apartment without winding up in the backseat of her car or causing an accident on Biscayne was beyond both of them. But they'd done it, barely, if evident by the way she unlocked the door to her apartment and yanked him inside. He'd been the one that was being restless though, kissing her neck while in the elevator, ghosting his hands down her sides while she tried to unlock the door to her home. He wasn't making it easy, and she couldn't help but think that it was on purpose- he always loved that kind of thing, loved making her shiver from anticipation. But she didn't really mind, she liked it actually, though she'd never admit it, liked getting to the point where they barely made it to her front door without going at it. She found it empowering, the effect she had on him, and he found it sexy, watching her try to keep it together and wait until they were safely inside. He loved getting under her skin and unraveling her, loved being able to make her melt so easily. With his chest flush to her back, his lips on her neck, his hands around her torso, she successfully opened the door, grabbed him by the collar pulling him inside and forcing him into a deep, wet, kiss. It was the kind of kiss that blocked out all of your senses, that you got lost in and made you forget everything except for the feel of lips and teeth and tongue.
She faintly heard her front door close, she remembered dropping her keys to the ground somewhere between the foyer and the closest wall to her, but that was all irrelevant now. With his back against the wall she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, her hands on the collar of his jacket as she helped him shrug out of it and drop to the floor. His hands immediately framed her face, pulling her closer to him, nipping at her bottom lip and snaking his tongue into her mouth, nostalgia taking over him. His hands cupped her jaw, tasting her, feeling her lips against his while her restless hands immediately reached for his belt, unbuckling and unzipping and diving her hands down past his waistband to stroke him. She swallowed his groan as she started to pump her hand over him, grasping him just right, falling into the same rhythm they had so many times before. And with her in that dress giving him that look, he was restless now too, inevitably so. His mouth left sloppy kisses on her jaw, her neck, her shoulder, while he palmed her breast, rolling a nipple against the soft fabric of her dress. She moaned his name, her hand still moving over him in quick, tight strokes. His freehand reached behind her, his fingers finding the zipper of her dress and tugging it down while she nudged his head up and forced their lips back together. She cupped his neck with her hand and pulled him closer, pushed her body hard against his and he moaned her name loudly, tearing his lips from hers and ducking his head down to suck on her breast. He knew that was one of her weaknesses, what got her feeling sexy and electrified. Her nails raked over his scalp as she felt his mouth on her, teasing with his teeth and then a quick swipe of tongue while he palmed her other breast, rolling her nipple in the same rhythm as the other.
Her head fell back on a gasp of his name as she pulled him closer to her, arched her back, the teasing of his tongue leaving her breathing hard and hot. But she pulled him away, somehow, forcing his lips to hers, her hands running down his back and his sides. And then he felt her pull away, and he glanced at her a bit confused but caught her knowing eye, as she got down on her knees in front of him, her hands on his waistband, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, tugging them down just enough to find his erection, clear as day. She didn't hesitate, not for a second, while she enveloped her lips around his head, her hand on his shaft. She gave a light suck, teasing him with her tongue, her hand experimentally squeezing to find just the right pressure. When she did he gasped her name through clenched teeth and felt her begin to bob, starting out slow, but unconsciously quickening the pace, sucking at him hungrily, while her hand moved over the lower half of his cock, pumping over the same trail as her mouth, up and down and up and down. And the she stopped abruptly, ran her tongue down the base and glanced at him while she slowly dragged her tongue up against him with a sinful smile. The naughty and seductive look in her eye made him pull her up- forced him to because he wouldn't be able to hold out long with her looking at him with that look on her knees with her mouth on him- and into a deep wet kiss. His one hand on her breast, the other in her hair while she pushed him hard against the wall, kissing him hard, hungry, while he teased her. And then she broke the kiss abruptly, smiled, and grabbed his hand, shimmying and stepping out of her dress, tugging him to the couch only a few feet away.
His knees hit the back and she pushed him down, his back on the seat cushions while his legs dangled over the frame, his drawers and jeans still just below his erection. She pulled at the bottom of his pants and drew them down until the waist was past his feet and in a puddle on the floor. She smiled at him with that smile and all he could do was groan.
And then she covered him with her mouth, the warmth of her lips surrounding his cock while she, again without any sort of hesitation, began to bob her head. Her hand following the same pace, her tongue swirling around him while she sucked him harder, faster. His fingers tangled in her hair while he watched her. And seeing her like this had been a fantasy he'd had of her long before they started working together. Since the first day they met in CSI impound, he'd had this fantasy, and granted he'd never expect her to go down on him, hell he'd told her that on numerous occasions, but sometimes she insisted, other times the anticipation felt too good to try and stop her. Despite his gentlemanly protests in the past, she knew he knew it was silly to try and stop a fantasy from turning into reality.
And now she was watching him watch her, looking like she was enjoying it just as much as he was. She even made a point to moan a little while she swallowed him deep, and then Eric was moaning, because the site of her down there and the feel of her lips and her tongue felt so so so good, and he told her so while his head fell back on a groan. He felt his hand fist her hair a little tighter than he intended, and then felt nothing but tongue against him, licking from base to head, watching him from beneath her lashes. Her body was pressed against the back frame of the couch where his legs were dangling, and it gave her the ability to look down at him, and she loved that, loved being able to have that power, loved watching him watch her while she sucked a sweet kiss on the sensitive skin where his head met his shaft.
And then he felt her hands under his shirt, urging him with a low, yet sweet growl to take it off. He liked it when Calleigh took control every once in awhile, found it sexy and she found it empowering and maybe it was sexy because it was empowering for her, allowed her to liberate the kinkiness she hid inside. And the view he got of her, too, strongly contributed to the sexy category.
Glancing at the arousal in her eyes, he did as she asked, started at the top and began to unbutton the buttons of his dress shirt. She pushed his fingers aside when they reached the bottom and nudged it open to reveal his chest and smirked, standing up then going the few feet around the couch to climb onto him, her body covering his. Lips met in a heated kiss, his hands immediately finding her breasts, fondling over her chest and up to her neck and down her back and in her hair, itching to grasp tease and every part of her. And then she smirked at him, breaking their lips with a naughty grin, and then she was twisting on top of him before he had a moment to process it, and without warning she was covering her mouth over his cock once more. And the back view he had only made him harder and throb with untamed arousal.
He'd always found the female body beautiful, like an art piece that was carefully sculpted with the intent to weaken men's ability to think clearly. Each curved from her breast to her back to her bottom acted as an erotic delecacy that held the most beautiful and pure and caring people inside. But Calleigh was more that that, she was exquisite, graceful, elegant, and he was going to make damn sure she knew it.
The folds of her labia peeking out from the backside between her thighs was something Eric had a weakness for, had always found sexy. Even before they were together, this was a view that had visited his dreams numerous amounts of times, forcing him awake to take care of himself. But now his mouth was on her, his arms hooked around her legs, pulling her closer, her earthy smell only making him more aroused, more restless. He kissed at her center, separating her folds with his tongue and tasting slick skin. He sucked at her, his tongue teasing her clit while he gripped her rear hard. And then they'd fallen into an identical rhythm of licking and sucking and kissing, their lips and tongues and teeth working over each other in the same pattern. And it had them both groaning and when he squeezed her bottom hard he felt more than heard her whimper his name around him.
His tongue teased and his hands squeezed while she bobbed over him in that quick, sucking rhythm she'd quickly learned was the most pleasurable. But then she started to get a little impatient- his lips, his tongue, his teeth- they weren't enough to ease that ache between her thighs that yearned for him, that needed to be filled by him, needed to feel completely whole with him. When he felt her lips fall off of him, he was more prepared for when she twisted while on top, moving so her eyes could meet his, her mouth on his, forcing him into a deep kiss, tasting each other off one another. His body was racing with arousal, his heart pumping blood in quick beats, sending it straight down to his waist. He felt like he was going to burst, felt like his body was going to implode if he wasn't inside her within the next 5 seconds.
They rolled so he was on top, his feet hanging over the arm of the couch as he laid on his back with her hovering above him. He gripped his shaft and she helped him guide to her entrance and slowly, very slowly, too slowly, he pushed the tip inside of her warmth, waiting for her hips to meet his. She sunk down on him, and he groaned, his hands in her hair as he pulled her lips closer to his, her chest flush against his.
And then she was moving, moaning hard into the kiss while her hips met his in a slow waltz of thrusts. It wasn't as forceful and needy as it was when they'd entered the door, neither felt as deprived as they had originally, but they didn't seem to mind. It was a welcome change actually, gave them both a second to catch their breath and just focus on the feeling of wholeness they got while filled with one another. His hands trailed down her sides to her hips and pulled her hard against him on the next thrust, ducking his head to catch her breast, her hair cascading around them like a curtain that smelled of vanilla and sage and Calleigh.
When he bet his knees and thrusted harder, deeper, the new angle had his waist grinding against her and it felt so good, while she continued to ride him faster. The only sound in the room was their moans, his mouth on her chest, the feel of her muscles squeezing over him. He knew she was close, could see it in her eyes, could feel it in the unsteady way she thrust back, hear it in her groans while she angled his head back to his, capturing his lips in a wet kiss. And he thrust hard again and she cried out his name, grasping at his hair and pulling him up with her and twisting until his body was covering hers.
She smiled at him, watched him line himself back up, felt him slide over her until finally entering her once more. He thrusted hard, reaching his hand to cover her breast, and his eyes went black, the darkest she'd ever seen, when he watched her seductively slide her hand down and between her thighs to circle over her clit. And he cursed, couldn't help but thrust harder, deeper both hands now gripping her thighs, pulling her against him with each thrust. Her other hand moved to her breast to make up for the loss of his, and she eyed him, watched the arousal spread over his face, watched him glance down to focus on where they were coming together, watched him struggle to keep himself from ramming into her while he watched her fingers circle over her and heard a sharp gasp. It felt good, so good, and she told him, her eyes falling closed while she indulged him, one hand tugging and rolling her nipple, the other moving in quick, rapid strokes over her center. And she let out a loud moan that he mirrored, her hips meeting his while she arched her back. He felt her hips begin to twitch and he bent over, covering her chest so his lips could meet hers as he thrusted harder, faster. Her legs wound around his waist, pulling him deeper, her hands in his hair, scraping down his back while his tongue teased it's way past her lips and into the warmth of her mouth.
And then her hips twitched, she wrapped her legs around him tighter, her back arching while her muscles squeezed around him at their own accord as she cried out his name and pulled him closer, the waves of her orgasm making him push harder, faster while his lips caught her ear and his hand made it's way between their bodies, brushing over her to keep her going, keep her spiraling in an endless orgasm, while he held on as best as he could, at the horizon of release, not wanting to end it just yet. And then she felt another orgasm swamp her, drowning her in waves and leaving her boneless and breathless. He was close, had to be, could hear it in his breath, feel it in his thrusts. And then she grasped his hair, pulled their lips back together and told him she loved him, and that was it. One thrust, two, and another two until he felt himself spill into her, his hands in her hair pulling her to him, kissing her while his hips jerked against hers until he'd gone bone dry and was left to feel like he was flying high and could finally breathe.
"You went straight from Miami to Virginia?" Calleigh asked softly, her body curled against his side, their legs intertwined while she traced invisible patterns on his chest.
"Mhmm, no," he was tired, she could tell, but she also wanted to know everything that happened.
"Where'd you go then?" She murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest.
"Atlanta," he smirked, "taught a criminal justice course at a university downtown."
She sighed happily, grateful he was with her now, though hearing he was in Atlanta made her laugh a little on the inside, it most definitely was not a city Eric Delko belonged in. Still, she had to ask, "did you like Atlanta at least?"
The low grumble of his laugh that she felt made her feel a little more whole, "no," he smirked, "I hated it, honestly. Couldn't walk down the street without getting preached at. People were very extra, culture was very different too. Culture wasn't bad, just wasn't home."
"A little too southern?" she teased, purposely deepening her accent.
"Stuck out like a sore thumb," he teased back, failing at his attempt to mirror her accent. He brushed his lips over her hair, "but living downtown wasn't too bad, a lot more diverse because of the civil rights movement up there. A lot of poverty downtown though, a lot of homeless people. No doubt because of gentrification and other racial problems there. But outside the city is a different story, reminds you how prominent race issues still are."
"How long were you there?" he could tell she was struggling at staying awake, and his hand luling over her spine with soothing strokes wasn't helping keep her awake.
"20 months, thought about you every second of them."
She rolled her eyes despite them being closed. He'd always been a flatterer, and she made sure he knew it.
"Hey it's true," he defended with a laugh and she couldn't help but snuggle closer to him, "I love you Calleigh, I missed you."
"I missed you too," she whispered squeezing him closer with the arm she had around his chest, "do you have to leave early? In the morning."
"Mhh No," he murmured nuzzling his head into her hair, "Morgan wants to know who the lucky girl is, asked if she had a sister."
She smirked, offered a sleep chuckle, and then they both started nodding off, wrapped around one another like nothing had changed.