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Another M chapter.

Ten

Calleigh felt like she was floating, drifting away from a reality she never wanted to return to. A part of her had always known it would be like this with him, that he would be a passionate and dedicated lover, but she was unprepared for the reality. After that brief, frantic coupling on the couch, he had carried her to bed and proceeded to dismantle every one of her defenses in what could only be described as making love, something she had never fully experienced in her life, not like this. He had long ago ruined her heart and mind for every other man, and now he did the same with her body.

Time had no meaning. She couldn't say how long he had showered her with soft kisses, exquisite feather-soft touches and the most beautiful long, eloquent silences while he held her in thrall within his devastatingly soft but steady laser-blue gaze, alternating effortlessly between sultry and seductive and hungry predator. There was no rushing now, just long and sweet and languid, every care given to precision in the methodical Horatio way that she had long come to know as his in every investigation they had ever worked together. He brought the same single-minded focus here, and she exulted in it. He gently but firmly refused to let her take over this time.

His mouth and tongue took their sweet time learning every inch of her body, intent on discovering for himself what made her sigh and what made her gasp and what made her scream his name. He avoided her most obvious pleasure spots at first, instead igniting seemingly-innocuous planes that had she had never before associated with pleasure until he touched them. When he finally reached her chest, Calleigh thought she'd die from the painstakingly exquisite attention he paid to each of her breasts. She was so close, she knew he was going to push her over the edge from this incredible contact alone, and she would have dove headfirst gladly, had she not heard his voice low and hot against her skin.

"Calleigh. Not. Yet." The sound of it alone nearly did her in, and as if he knew it, he stopped for a moment to allow her to compose herself enough to hold herself back. When he began again, she was balancing precariously on a razor's edge tightrope of pleasure, and it was taking all she had to keep from falling. Every touch, every second was another dose of mind-bending pleasure until she thought she'd die of it, it was so good. She had long been reduced to a moaning, shuddering mass, her hands fisted in the sheets and her head twisting on the pillow, eyes closed, listening to his soft, deep voice when he finally began his descent down her body, his open mouth moving over her hipbone inexorably slowly, before trailing to where she needed him the most. She felt his warm breath on her first, then the deliciously delicate rasp of his textured tongue, so soft and light she couldn't tell at first if she had merely imagined it because she wanted it so very badly.

She felt it again, just the tip, exploring her ever-so-slowly, and she couldn't stop her fingers from digging themselves into his rock-hard biceps in need, to which he retracted his tongue instantly and lifted his eyes to hers. "My turn," he breathed into her most sensitive skin, both his eyes and his tone conveying just how much he was enjoying this. With effort she brought her hands back to her sides, her head falling back once again as he commenced once again with his meticulously devastating exploration. She couldn't hold back the response of her body, however, and the instant flood of moisture had him lapping at her, devouring her until she was writhing beneath him, moaning his name loudly, and he had to hold her hips down to keep from getting his nose broken.

Horatio had never in his life experienced anything as good as this. In fact, good was the most inadequate of adjectives, but at the moment, he was too intoxicated by her taste and her scent and the feel of her silken skin under his tongue to be too pressed to come up with a more descriptive one. Finally, finally, he was able to show her how he truly felt about her, hoping at least that he was accomplishing it eloquently enough, as there were no words nearly strong enough to convey what was in his heart for her. He felt when she snapped and lost control completely, moaning uncontrollably, her hands clutching at his shoulders convulsively, and he smiled into her skin, finally allowing himself to wrap his lips around her swollen bud, sucking hard, as one hand went to her hardened nipple and the other to her molten core, two fingers thrusting inside deeply as he felt her body go taut and she exploded all over him, panting and shaking and voicing her bliss with incoherent sounds that made him harder than he had ever thought possible.

In an instant he was over her and pushing inside, as her contractions went on and on, now squeezing his hard length instead of his fingers and finding it much more to her satisfaction. He moved slowly, deeply, enjoying every second and stretching each one out as long as he could, delighting in every delicious moan from her lips as he watched her face and every beautiful expression of pleasure that crossed it, until he felt her hands grasp his hips, desperately urging him deeper, and he finally, finally, let himself go and drive into her faster, harder, deeper, unable to deny her what she needed. It was the most incredible thing he had ever felt.

"Yes… yes… oh my God, Horatio… yes, that's…oh, God, so good, so good…"

Later he would think it wasn't that she came again as much as on, and on, and on, and it seemed that it only took a few thrusts into her tight, wet heat to make him detonate deep inside her with atomic force. As he collapsed on top of her, held in place by the strength of her arms wrapped around him, his eyes found hers and he smiled into them as she could only stammer. "I never… that was… I don't…."

"I love you, Calleigh," he whispered, barely capable of speech, hoping that she somehow got it, that he had managed to express to her how he felt, how impossibly perfect she was to him.