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A/N: An M chapter.

Thirteen

Against his will, his body had already begun to respond. He could see that this little game had made her very aroused already, and he hadn't even touched her. He moved closer, unable to fight the compulsion to touch her, running his fingers lightly from her toes all the way up to her throat. He saw her muscles jump, her breathing quicken. Her eyes were dark on his. He didn't know if he could do this. If he hurt her… he'd never forgive himself.

The thought panicked him. Surely that wasn't what she wanted. Because that was a deal-breaker for him. He couldn't do it, not even for her. "Calleigh, I can't…" His voice broke, because even if that was what she wanted, what she needed, he wouldn't be able to give it to her.

"Hey," she said softly, not knowing the exact direction of his thoughts but having a pretty good idea. "I love you, Horatio. I trust you, completely. I know you would never hurt me. I just want to play. I want you to be yourself with me. I want you to know that I trust you and you won't scare me. I won't break, Horatio." Along with the carnal edge in her voice was the unmistakable affection.

His look was unreadable, his jaw clenched tightly. "I won't hurt you, Calleigh. I can't…"

" You won't hurt me. I love making love to you, handsome, but sometimes I want it a little rough, a little wild. I think you do, too, but I think you're forcing yourself to hold back. You don't need to do that with me. I'm yours, Horatio." Her eyes softened. "I want you, handsome. All of you."

He stared at her, stretched out for him, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She saw in his eyes when acceptance hit, the blue of them darkening as he gave rein to pure lust, and exulted in it. "Mine," he growled, wasting no time ripping off his shirt, stalking closer to kiss her hard. Oh, yes. She loved the weight of his hard body over hers, pushing her into the mattress as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, making her moan for him already. His hands were rough as he pulled the lacy cups away from her breasts, his teeth nipping at her neck making her even hotter. He looked into her eyes, making sure this was what she wanted, and it thrilled him to see the hot hungry desire there. Because this was exactly what he wanted right now. God, this woman knew him better than he knew himself. And he'd think about that more later. Groaning, he brought his mouth to her breasts, licking, sucking, using his teeth on her roughly while the sounds she was making let him know without a doubt that he was on the right track. He moved down her body with his lips and teeth and tongue, feeling her hips bucking under him, until he reached his destination, and simply devoured her.

Calleigh was on fire. She no longer had the power of speech, no longer had the power of coherent thought, just yes and more. His hands… his mouth on her… it was incredible, pure, mind-bending pleasure, and she couldn't hold back as he took her over the edge far too quickly. She dissolved, detonated, screaming his name and was barely aware that he had shed the rest of his clothes as he moved up on the bed, lifting her, turning her so that she was on her knees facing the headboard, clutching it with desperate fingers as he entered her with one thrust. She threw her head back as he withdrew and thrust back into her, hard and fast and deep, pounding into her as he licked up her spine, nipped at her shoulder, sucked at her neck. "YES!" she told him hoarsely. "Just like that, Horatio! Harder!"

His hips pistoning into hers, his fingers pinching and pulling her nipples roughly, she came even harder than before, squeezing him, milking him, until he exploded inside her, bellowing her name, finally collapsing against her, completely spent. Calleigh turned her face to nuzzle his neck. "That was unbelievable, handsome. I really needed that, " she drawled.

"Me, too."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know that, too." She kissed him sweetly. "Now uncuff me and take me to the shower."

Horatio grinned. How he loved this woman.

H/C

They made it a hot bubble bath instead, together, with the wine Horatio had brought her. The huge sunken tub was one of her very favorite parts of the house, and it made him smile, because he didn't think he'd used it once in five years. They lay submerged and intertwined, totally relaxed and satisfied in every way. Horatio rested his back against the wall of the tub, his head lolling back comfortably, his eyes closed, his arms wrapped around Calleigh, who was sprawled on his chest and seemed about as high as he was right now. "My woman likes it rough," he mumbled to himself, the amazement of what they had just done not yet sunk in and clear in his voice—what he had just done, really, letting out his primitive animalistic side with the woman he loved, and not only did he not scare her, not hurt her, but she had loved every minute of it. It was still hard to wrap his mind around. And he really should have known better.

"Rough, gentle, slow, fast, shower, bathtub, couch, kitchen counters…" Calleigh smiled up at him, enjoying his flummoxed expression. "Shall I go on?"

"You are insatiable," he told her.

"Only with you, handsome, only with you."

He laid his head back down, letting his eyes close once again, letting the peace he felt right now, with her, sink into his bones. "Good to know."

H/C

Calleigh gasped as she looked at the marks he'd left all over her neck in the mirror, flushing as her body remembered how good it had felt when they got there. "Horatio Caine!"

Stepping behind her with just a towel around his waist, he leaned over to lick the water droplets from her shoulder. "Hey, you asked for it."

Her smile was smug. "I certainly did."

He stared at her in the mirror, and the complete adoration in his eyes made her melt. "Every day I think I love you so much it's impossible, and then you go and do something that makes me love you even more."

Calleigh smiled and kissed him. "I feel exactly the same way about you."

"Good."

He was still staring at her in the mirror, fascinated by the signs of her growing arousal. Her hair was still pinned up, and he kissed the beautiful exposed back of her neck, still damp from their bath, and then licked away the minute droplets there. The action made her shiver with want. He stepped in closer, pressing into her now, watching her eyes darken and her color heighten even more, holding her eyes in the mirror as he leaned over and took a gentle tentative bite of her neck.

He watched as Calleigh swayed and moaned his name, loudly, unable to tear her eyes away from his. He was enjoying this. He had always been exceedingly careful. He had always been too terrified of himself, of what he might do, to let himself go. He had never known anything like this in his life, and it was freeing, exhilarating, like she'd given him a gift he'd never even known existed.

Keeping her pinned to the counter with his hips, he let his mouth and hands roam, holding her eyes in the mirror. Slowly he drew his hands to the marks he'd left on her skin, running his fingertips over them and then his tongue. He liked having his mark on her skin. Mine.

Calleigh couldn't take her eyes off of him. Her breathing was coming in harsh pants now, her need for him suddenly desperate again. He licked the marks he'd made, and she had no idea why it was so hot, only that it was. His eyes met hers in the mirror again and they were dark and dangerous, wild, his need for her so strong that nothing else mattered. "Calleigh. I need you."

She thrilled at the dark hunger in his voice. Oh, yes. "I'm yours, Horatio. Take me hard."

He groaned and kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth, and proceeding to give her exactly what she wanted.