CSI: Miami

Horatio/oc

Disclaimer: I own nothing of CSI: Miami, I do not know anyone connected with the show or with CBS and they do not know me, all of which is a shame.

Sanne

Horatio came to with a start, but a glance around the dimly lit surroundings brought some recollection and a smile to his face. Feeling relaxed, comfortable, and, at the same time, elated, he knew that in a few minutes, he'd feel invigorated with renewed energy. Lazily he wondered how long he'd been out this time. When not in crying need of sleep, he usually dozed for no more than twenty minutes, at most, if he fell asleep at all. He always tried not to, and was often successful, but there were some times that there was no helping it. Damn the male physiology!

Then the thought occurred to him, 'Am I in the doghouse, now?' First time sex was always dicey and falling asleep afterwards was usually not the best way to make a good impression. Rolling his head first to one side and finding the edge of the bed, and then to the other, he found his partner, asleep. A few strands of the long, brown hair that lay over her face stirred against her even breathing. Okay, but had she fallen asleep from sex or out of frustration, as women sometimes did? Had she been angry about this sleeping lump, next to her? He hoped not.

As his mind slowly resumed operation, looking at her brought a flood of memories of the previous two hours. The kissing, the touching, the rolling were foremost. Sensations came next; how her breast felt in his palm, the yielding skin against his fingers, the silken firmness of the nipples. The feel of her lips against his surrounding ones, devoured, and devouring. How her tongue had felt lapping against his, seeking, probing. The sweet taste of her mouth, the slightly bitter perfume tang of her skin, and musky taste of those regions further south. And, lordy, what her hands had done to him, arousing an animal need that demanded release! And the intensity of her willful need! That was the rolling; the two of them feasting on each other as if in a timed competition for who would consume the other first. He'd had no idea she was capable of such energy.

Slowly moving onto his side, he propped his head on his hand to gaze at the sleeping Sanne. A slave to his profession, always the logician, he turned to the question of what he'd thought would happen their first time together? The Miami CSI lieutenant huffed quietly to himself; with as little personal time as he'd had with her, how could he have divined that the quiet, seemingly shy woman was a sexual power-piston? Not that he was complaining, not by any means; still, the idea that he'd had no inkling, after six months of seeing her was disconcerting.

Even when meeting over the dead body at the drug store, she had been calm.

"You know the witness, Alexx?" The medical examiner, last to arrive on the scene was usually unconcerned with who saw what. She'd arrived while he'd been in front of the store, so when he'd gone back to check on her about her findings, her comment had surprised him.

"Yes, I come here all the time to get prescriptions filled. Sanne, honey, come tell Horatio what you saw."

An overhead light had failed and created deep shadows among the store shelves and out of those, a shade stirred, turning into a woman whose icy pastel-blue eyes were luxuriously ringed in dark lashes. She'd been standing there all along but he hadn't noticed. Rising up, Horatio introduced himself and began questioning the pharmacist who had witnessed the entire crime.

There were two men with guns; one, she'd said, had thrust out his sack, shrilly demanding she fill it with everything she had 'back there'. The other seemed to think the first was going to get it all and started shouting, "no fair", and waving his gun. Ignoring the threat, the first kept insisting he receive 'all of the drugs', whereupon the second gunman shot him. Apparently panicking, gunman number two ran from the store.

Completely composed, Sanne described the entire event as if she were recalling the plot of a story she'd just read and Horatio briefly wondered if she was on one of her own products, a tranquilizer, perhaps. Since she wasn't lethargic and seemed aware of everything going on around her, he dismissed the notion.

Over the course of the next couple of days, returning for further questions, re-examining the crime scene he found he looked forward to talking with her and finally recognized his attraction to her. Fortunately, a week later, the second gunman was caught and confessed, thus erasing any police-witness distance Horatio would have to maintain.

Letting a month pass, for propriety's sake, Horatio finally asked her out. They'd had coffee first, then a dinner and so on. She apparently enjoyed his company as he certainly enjoyed hers. At no time over the next few months, did she give any insinuation that there was more under that pale exterior than that she was intelligent, had an orderly mind that detailed facts quickly and always seemed serenely confident.

Her serenity was perhaps the key to the reason he enjoyed being with her. A few hours with her was better than taking a mini-vacation. Even when they were active, such when they played tennis, he experienced more than just the release of energy. Sure, it was fun, especially to win about half the time, but he also felt wonderfully relaxed when parting from her. This seemed to be the outcome of everything they did.

He'd even teased her about the result she had, telling her she was more effective than some of the drugs she dealt with every day. She'd answered that he'd have to be careful, that not all drugs were what they seemed. Now he knew what she'd meant.

In fact, her tranquility was the reason for this evening's date. He'd had a hell of a week, full of frustrations not only because of undecipherable evidence, but because judges didn't grant warrants and State's Attorneys decided to drop cases for lack of evidence, which he couldn't get to for the lack of warrants. He'd finally called Sanne and literally begged her to take him in, to allow him to spend the evening with her, volunteering to bring take-out from his favorite Cuban restaurant. She'd told him not to bother because she was just about to cook a traditional Dutch meal, hachee, and could easily make enough for him, just to come over when he was ready.

Completely enjoying the tasty stewed beef over rice and a couple of hours of conversation, his ruffled feathers soothed by her relaxing aura, he'd decided he'd better not impose upon her any more. Thanking her, saying goodnight, he kissed her, as usual, and found this time she didn't let go of her grasp around his neck. Instead, she let her face remain close to his, inviting more kisses, which he gladly gave. He always let the lady take the lead, following only as far as she allowed, content with whatever level of intimacy she was comfortable with. Generally, he had some idea of when an escalation in a relationship was going to take place, but this one completely took him by surprise.

Yes, he'd gathered she was attracted to him back when she'd let out a long low wolf whistle at seeing him dressed in white tennis shorts and a multi-hued striped polo shirt. That was the day of their first kiss, too. Two months later, they were still only kissing, briefly, at the end of an evening.

The first kiss this evening was sweet, as always, the second was interesting, and after that, there was no doubt that he wasn't leaving, just yet. He tried to check her face, to make sure he was getting his signals right, but her hand on the back of his head kept pulling him down, so he happily responded.

He wasn't sure just how he'd ended up in bed, naked, playfully wrestling with her for top position; it just seemed to happen. He was aware, though, that this woman wasn't being calm, serene, and certainly was not being still. She was fantastically active. Where she wasn't kissing, licking, or sucking, she was rubbing and probing with delightful purpose. What parts she wasn't using for touching she was thrusting at him, inviting him, no, demanding him to touch her, to caress, to kiss. Eagerly responding to her desires, he'd filled his hands with her, embraced her, cuddled her, explored her.

By the time they had coupled, he was in such a red haze of roaring need, he couldn't remember much after that. Fractional seconds of recall came to him now; the glory of how it first felt to enter her, then feeling her climax, feeling his own blood turning to gold, getting ready to detonate across the universe in a flurry of bright dust. Funny, how he never completely remembered his own climaxes. He remembered the explosion, the release, being poured into the precious vessel of female flesh, expanding into her limitless universe, but nothing more. Then, after a blank time, he slowly became aware, lifted himself up, and dropped beside her; always the same and always different. Occasionally, he'd sometimes fight sleep and sometimes, if he didn't move fast enough to overcome Hypnos, he'd drift off, as he'd just done.

Now, looking at Sanne, he marveled at what had just occurred, at the act of sex and the results. No matter how gently he and the woman started, the final moments were almost always fierce, each desperately trying to pound themselves into the other. Then, in spite of the violence during, there was that complete peace afterwards. To Horatio, it was as if all of his sins had been washed away, that all of his worries were ended, that all was right with the world. Then, the human psyches got into the act, trying to make excuses, each interacting, finding justification for what they'd just done.

Rarely did he waken to a sleeping partner and when he did, he was always uncertain as to what to do. Should he wait for her to waken? Should he wake her? Would she be angry with him for having left her after this incredible joining? He gently moved some of the hair from her face, trying to read the relaxed features.

Sanne's thick lashes fluttered as she started. "Oh, Horatio! I fell asleep on you! How embarrassing. I'm so sorry!"

That feeling of renewed energy flowed in. "No worries, sweetheart." He gathered her into his arms and kissed her.

The End.