A/N: Okay, so I've never written anything like this before and was a little hesitant. If anyone has any suggestions, please make them. In an attempt to keep this relatively PG-13 and nongraphic, I leave it up to you, the readers, to fill in the lemon for yourselves. -Alisabeth
Confused as he replayed the text messages he'd received, Kelly Severide watched Cayson dance up the stairs in front of him, denim-clad hips swaying as she chatted on about how much fun she'd had on their date to Dominic's, her eyes glassy and her cheeks rosy. Laughing as she nearly pirouetted into her elderly neighbor, he took the final stairs two at a time in an attempt to catch up to her, hooking an arm around her waist and spinning her into him as she beamed, chest rising and falling rapidly. The feel of her swaying against him caused the muscle in his jaw to jump, his blood pulsing just a little bit faster as she leaned against him, her small pink tongue poking out of the corner of her lips as she fought with her key ring, attempting to unknot its lanyard while searching for her house key. When she huffed, flipping through the color-coded ring, he reached around he, using his own copy to unlock the apartment, caging her between his body and the door as he opened it, kissing the base of her neck.
Shivering as smooth lips touched down upon her flesh, Cayson stumbled into her apartment, face aflame as she shrugged off her jacket, hanging it and her purse in the hall closet. The single beer she'd had at the bar pulsed through her veins and yet, her mind was completely clear, her entire body feeling as if it was on pinpoints. Aware of the fact that Rogue was no longer in the apartment, having been taken by Tommy, she felt a little awkward, something feeling awry as she excused herself, focusing on her bedroom with renewed attention. The heels of her ankle boots echoing on tiled floors she felt invincible, the resounding click fueling something deep within. Pushing open the cracked door she stopped short at the sticky note situated at eye level.
"You can thank us later-S&D." The familiar handwriting both excited and terrified her as she opened the door fully, eyes squinted as she flicked the light on. Breath catching her throat as a hand flew to cover her mouth she let out a choked giggled, eyes watering as she took in the array of white candles bordering her room, all unlit and of different heights. Making sure to close the door behind her she stepped further into the room, carefully opening the basket sitting on the center of her neatly made bed, something that it hadn't been when she'd left. Reaching into the basket, she didn't know whether to be appalled or honored that her friends would go to the lengths that they had so obviously done.
Organizing the basket's contents on the mattress, Cayson changed into the garment that had been left for her, the fabrics texture rippling over her skin like the coolest of waters. Adjusting the fall of the hem and setting everything else aside she felt nerves ripple through her, seizing her and causing her breathing to labor ever so slightly. Dashing forward to lock the door as she heard footsteps she called out a quick 'I'm Fine' when Kelly asked, locking herself in the bathroom and dialing out on her cell phone. Fingers crossed as she listened to the atypical ring back, she paced back and forth.
The line clicked on. "Cayson? Aren't you supposed to be either under or on top of Kelly right now?" Shay asked in place of a greeting, shushing Dawson who could be heard asking for the call to be placed on speaker.
"I don't think I can do this," Cayson hissed, glaring at her reflection in the mirror as she leaned over the sink, eyeing the cream colored, lacy negligee that she wore. "What the hell was I thinking, telling you the ideal first time?"
Silence. "Cayson, did you lock yourself in the bathroom again?" Dawson's voice echoed.
"Not the point."
Twin sighs came over the line, and Dawson, who was the more empathic of the two, continued the conversation, having gotten the story from Shay.
"Okay Cayson, listen to us and don't say anything unless you completely disagree. You've talked about taking it to the next level with Kelly before but now that you're there, you don't think you can do it. You're scared, you're nervous and all you have to compare it to is what happened before. But I've known Kelly long enough where if you start and you cant continue be it because you get frightened or decide you just cant go through with it and you say 'no,' he'll back right off. He'd never push you into something that you don't want and to put it in terms you'd understand, he's the Noah to your Rachel. Everyone thinks he's a badass, but around you, he's an entirely different person; gentle, loving beyond comprehension and overall, understanding. If what's been said has helped at all, I want you to hang up, light those candles and remember that when there are little redheaded Severide's running around, that Shay and I have godmother dibs."
Clearing her throat and wiping away an unexpected tear Cayson nodded despite that they couldn't see her. "Thank you. Hey Gabs, I just have one question. Where's the lighter?"
Laughter tickled her hearing. "In the top drawer of your night stand. Have fun."
Rolling her eyes Cayson chuckled and hung up, turning her phone off and leaving it on the counter beside the sink. Inhaling and exhaling slowly she stepped out of the bathroom, fluffing her hair and storing the 'extras' that the girls had included. Unlocking her bedroom door and cracking it she went about lighting the candles, checking her appearance in her full length mirror once more as she heard footsteps. Biting her lip as Kelly knocked on the door she took a deep breath and smiled at herself.
"I can do this," she said to herself, fighting a shriek as Kelly's face appeared in the mirror behind her.
"Do wha…whoa." Standing stock still, KellySeveride was floored, eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. Haloed by the glow of the candles, Cayson stood before him, glancing nervously over her shoulder as long tendrils of red hair draped down her back, off setting the cream gown she wore, the color complimenting tanned skin. Swallowing thickly, the text message he'd gotten earlier suddenly made all the more sense. "You look…" he cleared his throat. "You look beautiful."
Brushing a strand of her bangs out of her eyes, Cayson grinned shyly, feeling more exposed than ever. "Thank you." Turning her face into the hand that rose to cup her jaw she kissed his palm, watching from beneath her eye lashes as he stared at her silently, lowering his head minutely towards hers.
Angling her face for the kiss she smiled as his lips touched down upon hers, at first a gentle, feather light pressure before the kiss grew stronger, the pressure increasing. Rough calluses causing shivers to shoot through her she opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to duel with Kelly's as his left hand gripped her hip, the sheer size of his spanning across half of her abdomen. She loved his big, strong hands and how safe they made her feel.
Lifting her arms and allowing them to wind around Kelly's neck she tingled at the obvious arousal pressed against her lower abdomen, feeling the heat even through their layers of clothing. Frowning as he pulled back she tensed, shifting to the balls of her feet. Focusing on his darkening eyes, she began lowering her arms, already forming a '4' with them when they were caught by the wrist.
"What's wrong?" Kelly whispered, his thumb stroking her inner wrist and distracting her.
She attempted to remove her hands from his grip, feeling embarrassed. "You don't want this, do you?"
His jaw dropped. "The complete opposite actually. I more than want this, but the real question is, do you?" His voice deep and gravelly, it put her on edge, warmth coursing through her veins.
"More than anything," she said immediately, holding no hesitation.
A wide smile tugged at his lips, Kelly kissed her once more, backing her slowly into the room. "If you change your mind, you only have to say stop and I will, I promise."
Trailing her fingers down his shoulders to interlace with his own, Cayson stood on her tip toes in order to be eye to eye with him. "I don't plan on it."
Finding herself suddenly being lifted, Cayson tilt her head back as Kelly trailed kisses along her neck, her legs winding around his waist as he laid her onto the bed, hovering over her. Giggling softly as her eyes met his, she arched her spine as she leaned on her elbows, watching him slowly pull off his plain white tee shirt, exposing inch after inch of tantalizingly tanned, toned flesh. His hand moving to the button of his jeans, she couldn't help but follow the movement, having no regrets as he straddled her body in just his briefs. Absolutely no regrets.
Pleasantly sweaty and aching, Cayson lay trying to control her breathing, watching Kelly pad back to the bed in his full glory having gotten up to dispose of the condom, capping candles as he went, the flames dying quickly. Clutching the thin sheet her chest as she watched the shadow of his lean, muscular body in the moonlight, she felt the now increasingly familiar feelings in her lower stomach as she traced the planes of muscle. Goosebumps forming as the sweat dried in the cool room she sighed happily, finally able to see why all the women in books seemed enraptured by the natural, lustful instincts.
"What are you thinking about?" Kelly asked softly as he slipped beneath the sheet beside her, cupping his head in his palm as he watched her, the index finger of his right hand following her curves over the sheet.
She snorted, laying on her back with her head turned towards him. "How I owe Thing One and Thing Two a day at the spa for setting this up."
Nibbling on her jaw, Kelly chuckled, the vibration reawakening her libido. "We'll arrange it later, stop thinking and just feel."
Gasping as his fingers touched upon bare skin beneath the sheet, all thoughts fled as Cayson found her mind going hazy, the only obvious thing the man who lay beside her.