Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the CSI franchise. I play with the characters but unfortunately I can't keep them. Otherwise, I'd have a few of them chained to a bed in my non-existent basement and you should be glad I don't own it because I'd add so many hook ups that they would have to change its name to Grey's Anatomy j/k.
A/N: I have completely messed up my laptop. I dropped a bottle of nail polish remover on it and now the m, c, v and x keys and the touchpad among other things won't work at all. Yayyyy! Try writing like that and not become completely crazy. Arghhh I am so stupid for letting that bottle even near my computer. Anyway, I am going to try to write the story like this. I hope it works out somehow between a virtual keyboard for the missing letters and Google Chrome's grammar checker. We'll see if I manage it as soon as I return from my respiratory and cutaneous tests to quantify how allergic I am to my cat and other stuff. Thanks a lot to everybody who's read, reviewed, favourited or followed this fanfic, I adore you!
Today's chapter is mostly character driven and that scares the shit out of me. Will I be able to keep them on character? Will it be entertaining? Will you be asking for my head? The answer to those questions and more after the break!
Morgan's POV
Everything was so perfect she could barely believe it. After a rough start with the case, they finally were going to rescue Jennifer and to cap such a tiresome day, Hodges was accompanying her home. Someone, who only hours ago was trying to avoid her like she had an infectious disease, was now her boyfriend. All the trouble she had gone for him to acknowledge his feelings and to give them a chance felt worth it now as she walked towards the locker room. She just hoped he had just been joking about being a complete gentleman. She certainly expected something more than a goodnight's kiss now that she had the real Hodges and not just a fantasy one.
She was so distracted she didn't even notice Sara waving at her.
-"Earth calling Brody. Somebody there?" -Sara said chuckling.
-"Sorry" -she felt her cheeks reddening a bit at having been caught completely unguarded- "Just thinking about stuff. Did you need something?".
-"Nah. I just wanted to say bye because I'm going to that "New Technologies in Forensic Investigation" conference in San Francisco and I won't be back until next week".
-"D.B. gave you permission?" -Sara nodded- "That's awesome".
-"I'll use the time to visit my old friends. It's going to be like a mini vacation but don't tell Russell" -she grinned conspiratorially.
-"My lips are sealed" -she grinned back.
-"It's pretty great we managed to apprehend the perp. That way I don't leave Nick stranded. How is your case going?" -she asked with curiosity.
-"It seems we've figured out how it all went down and Finn is going with Mitchell now to check the place where we think they are holding the girl".
-"Nice. Did you catch the guy who whacked you over the head".
-"Yeah. He is in custody. He was under duress and he has other pending charges so I don't want to push charges if it depends on me".
-"If it was me, I would have slapped the bastard at the least".
-"If his little girl wasn't missing, me too" -she smirked.
-"Well, I've gotta go. Try to get some rest. No strenuous activities for the next few days unless you want to have to return to the E.R." - she shuddered as if hospitals gave her urticaria.
-"Eh, of course" - was her bold faced lie. She was not about to tell her what she had planned for the rest of the morning or the rest of the day for that matter. If everything went well she'd have someone to make sure she rested well and had nightmares-less dreams.
-"See you soon!" -Sara said her farewells.
She now had all the locker room to herself since practically everybody from the Night's Shift had already left and the Day's Shift were already on their working posts.
She didn't want to make Hodges wait, so she was pragmatic and settled on what she had worn for breakfast. She obviously didn't have any sexy lingerie in the locker. It bothered her a little but, at least, her underwear matched and it wasn't bunny themed or something childish like that, that would remind him of their age difference. It was silly of her to worry about this kind of details. He would surely chastise her for having so little faith on him.
Once she was ready, she went to wait by his car. Some people bought big sport cars to build their ego or to supplement some deficiencies but Hodges' was a reliable classical car. He took good care of it like of all his possessions. The man was so anal with cleanliness she hoped he'd be able to ignore the state of her apartment after the party with the girls.
The minutes passed and she started getting nervous again. She debated sending him a pager but she knew he would call her if he couldn't come. Finally she saw him approaching at a quick pace with his shoulder bag banging the left side of his back as he ran.
Hodges' POV
Morgan was smiling when he reached her position by his car.
-"Fuuuh fuhhh" -he tried to regain his lung function- "I'm... uffh... sorry for being... fuuuuh... late. Didn't know where you'd be waiting".
-"Breath" -she giggled- "You didn't have to sprint here. I wasn't planning on running away with your car" -she joked.
-"I didn't want you to wait" -he refrained from cupping her face. There would be time for it when they weren't in the middle of the Las Vegas Crime Lab parking lot.
-"How do we do this? We can't leave my car here or people will get suspicious" -she pointed out.
-"Oh, that's true" -he hadn't considered that when he had offered to accompany her- "Yeah, I guess we'll have to each take our own car" -he said disappointed. It was a pity they wouldn't spend as much time together since she didn't live too close to the Lab.
-"Well, we agreed on keeping the relationship secret so that's the plan" -she seemed to have taken it in stride- "Do you know how to get to my house?"
-"Sure. I was there on the Housewarming party two months ago. How bad do you think my memory is?" -he asked playfully.
-"Must I remember you of how I had to buy a gift for you mother's birthday and sneak it to you because you had forgotten about it until she mentioned it?"
-"Nope, that's okay" -he grinned sheepishly.
-"Well, then see you there"- she smiled at him before going for her own car closer to the exit.
The way to Morgan's was pretty uneventful. The road was quiet at this time of the morning when the tourists, the gamblers and the rest of the nighthawks were sleeping and ordinary people were at work. The AM radio was playing news about bombings in the Gaza Strip when he got to his destination.
Morgan had managed to get there first and was waiting with a satisfied expression on her face.
-"You still need to practice your smug smile before you try to use it on the master" -he teased.
-"I won" -she said with the face of the cat who has just eaten the canary.
-"I didn't know we were competing" -he got closer, his eyes trained on those luscious lips- "And, pray tell me, what was the prize?"
-"Well, how about you come upstairs to watch a movie with me? We can even watch that TV series, Firefly was it? that you've been trying to get me to watch" -it was as tempting as the singing of a mermaid but he didn't want to risk sinking their ship.
-"Today has been a long day and you are injured. No need to rush this, we have all the time in the world" -he told her caressing her cheek.
-"Okay" -she said reluctantly and added- "but you did promise me a goodnight kiss" -she half whispered it, getting so close that he breathed the same air as her.
-"A promise is a promise" -he said capturing her lips and pulling her against his body.
She responded with equal enthusiasm, her hands travelling all over his back eliciting pleasurable tingles all over his spine. They battled for dominance over the kiss, neither relinquishing or giving up, while they tasted each other and tried to play the other one like the most arousing of musical instruments.
Hodges abandoned her mouth to lick on her pressure point and was rewarded with all kinds of soft little wanton sounds. Encouraged by that, he started nibbling on the spot using his teeth to drive her crazy. When she moaned into his ear, he was the one who was lost, lost to reason, logic or anything that wasn't her.
She had her hands around his nape tracing the tired muscles of his upper back and her tongue was doing circles on the skin of his neck going upwards until she got to his ear.
-"Your skin tastes really delicious Hodges" -she whispered before gently biting the lobe of his ear.
-"Damn" -he exhaled sharply. He didn't want to stop but they were on the middle of the street so he threw caution out of the window- "Does the offer to go watch a movie still stand?
-"Now more than ever" -her pupils, probably like his, were completely blown wide with arousal- "I have popcorn".
-"Popcorn, that's the magic word" -he smirked- "If there's popcorn I'm in"- he gave her an amorous peck on her little nose. Sure it was that the reason he was accepting her offer... NOT.
-"Well, then follow me" -she offered him her hand and he took it following her to her place.
Morgan's POV
It wasn't the first time she invited a guy to her home, but this was special, and she wondered if when she entered she should go prepare the popcorn or if she should offer him a glass of wine. She knew that he knew it was simply a subterfuge but she was still a bit worried of scaring him away.
As she introduced the key and opened her door, she started to apologize for the state of her apartment. When he shut her with a forceful kiss against the wall, she forgot all her doubts and concentrated on giving back as good as she got.
Those impish teeth bothering her lower lip, those hands teasing the flesh that peeked below her t-shirt. She used her tongue to lick a trail to his collarbone while her own wandering hands pulled out the hem of his wine coloured shirt and raked his back with her fingernails.
Being able to finally touch it in the way she had wanted to for so long made it all the more arousing. Her pants were a pool of heat and every time she got a pant or a moan out of him, she got more needy.
She guided their bodies towards the bedroom. It wasn't a very elegant march with them stumbling against walls and furniture while trying to shed clothes. He drew a sharp breath when, in a combined effort, her torso was liberated from the tight t-shirt. That certainly did wonders for her self-esteem. Her reaction when she had managed to pry all those little maddening buttons of the damn shirt with his help hadn't been much more restrained. She'd bitten her lower lip and it must have been a seductive sight because Hodges' eyes had turned feral. She liked that look very very much.
When they finally made their way to her still unmade queen sized bed, Hodges only had his trousers and a black sock on. He was a pretty sight but also quite funny so she hid a giggle behind her palm.
-"You little..." -he said smiling- "Let's see if this is funny too".
He embraced her and unhooked his bra skilfully but, before she couldn't comment on that, he had surrounded her nipple with that wet mouth of his making her bite her lips to contain the groan escaping her throat. This was a lot like that dream she'd had twenty four hours ago. She didn't want this to be a dream but if it was, it couldn't stop right now or there wouldn't be enough cold water in the world to calm her before work.
She could feel his hard on trapped inside his trousers so she sensually caressed it over them, the same type of sweet torture he was giving her breasts. Hearing him suppress a whimper of pure need, she took pity and freed it from its tight prison.
Hodges on the other hand didn't stop teasing her, circling and nibbling on her nipples with passion. She needed release, her clit ached and she was nearing a point of no return. What was he trying to do? Trying to make her come just by stimulating her breasts? That was too pretentious even for Hodges.
-"Hodges, please" -she begged.
-"I'm going there now Morgan. You don't know how beautiful you are" -his fiery look travelled over her body leaving a warm trail- "I want to spend hours exploring every nook and cranny of your body but if the princess is getting impatient..." -he teased.
-"Give thanks you are so cute David" - she teased back before a huge surge of pleasure shot through her making her moan.
He had sneaked up a hand to the nub between her thighs. She opened her legs wider unconsciously and she could feel him adjust the position of his arm to continue stroking her clit and tease the entrance of her vagina. She looked for his mouth and kissed him savagely.
It might be impolite to come before having barely done anything to your partner but she wondered if she was too far gone to prevent it. She blindly tried to feel the drawer on her bedside table on her back and she managed to fish a condom. She opened it her teeth, careful not to damage it. She put it on Hodges and squeezed his dick making him squirm.
-"David, I'm about to come" -she said getting from under him and rotating them.
-"Morgan" -he moaned.
He didn't need more to comprehend what she was suggesting.
She got on top of him riding him while he continued to stimulate her clit. Strong waves of pleasure emanated from her core with every touch and every downwards thrust until her orgasm hit her full force.
He must have felt the spasmodic contractions because he reversed the positions helping her ride it and coming himself shortly.
The condom was discarded and they laid there like two lifeless rag dolls, completely spent. They were the image of contentment while they lazily continued gently exploring the other's body, prodding and tickling and just enjoying themselves.
Both agreed that it had been awesome in between playful boasts and giggles. Suddenly the mood turned more serious.
-"Morgan, you know you can trust me, right?" -he was emphatic- "I want to know anything that worries you".
She hesitated about telling him about the nightmares but some fears prevented it. Would he think she was a ticking bomb? Would he think she belonged in one of those sanatoriums of old films? Or would he be angry she had kept it as a secret for so long? She wanted to tell him but...
-"Even if you can't tell me now if there's something bothering you, I'm always here for you" -it's like he knew she had a secret or maybe she was reading too much into it.
Some shards of her protective shield broke. In the darkness of her room next to this man, she felt freer than ever.
Suddenly, both their pagers beeped and then their mobile phones sounded at the same time. They scrambled to their feet to pick them up from their discarded clothes.
-"Morgan Brody speaking, who is this?" -she answered.
-"I'm Officer Mitchell. We just finished combing the club and I thought you needed to know".
-"What do I need to know?!" -she asked frantically, a black pit opening in her stomach.
-"The girl wasn't here although there are some residues we believe might be blood" -he said gravely.
The girl wasn't there. The words resonated on her brain. She was in shock.
-"Morgan? Morgan? Morgan?!"
A/N: I'm again pleading guilty to taking too long to finish this chappie and publishing it, no excuses valid. I'm sorry if you find too many letters missing although I've tried to go slow and pay lots of attention. Well *grins* am I not evil or what? XD Yep, I am a very very bad person for making my characters suffer so much but it's all in the name of drama and at least you got some sexy times. This is officially my first lemon, what did you think of it? Was it hot or did you need a bucket because it was puke-inducing? Too explicit or too bland? Did the scenes flow naturally or was it more like a car crashing against a wall at 200 miles per hour, control dummies and all? Anyway, whatever your opinion, just tell me in a review. I can only get better if you help me notice my mistakes.
P.S.: The subject I was talking about last time was Oncology. Congratulations to anyone who guessed it =)
I wish you all a wonderful week sweeties. Enjoy! =D