CHAPTER 38: FUELING FANTASIES
***HORATIO'S POV***
This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, drink in hand
Lost my discretion
I watched her, transfixed, not caring if my colleagues caught me staring at her. A Florida in my hand, I excused myself from the table, got up and approached the stage. The volume of the music there was almost painful, but I leaned on the baseboard nonetheless, smiling seductively up at her. She returned the smile, so I gathered my courage and winked.
It's not what
I'm used to
Just wanna try you on
I'm curious for you
Caught my attention
Calleigh flushed a lovely pink and I openly admired as the color spread lower and lower under her shirt, letting it tantalize my overactive imagination. She was the most beautiful woman there and, I was sure, in all Miami. How would her lips taste under mine? I figured she would be sweet, probably sweeter than every other pair of lips that I had ever tasted in my life…
***END OF HORATIO'S POV***
The night didn't go as Horatio dreamed afterwards. In a way, it went much, much better.
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it!
After the chorus, Calleigh had grinned mischievously at Ronnie. Catching up on her meaning, Ronnie had grinned back and they had both leaned in towards each other over the microphone. The resulting kiss on the lips had been chaste, but unusual enough to lit up the fantasy of every man in the room. Many had whistled, cheered and encouraged an encore.
You're my experimental game It's not what
Just human nature
Good girls do
Not how they should behave
My head gets
So confused
Hard to obey
Enjoying the effect they were having on the audience, the two women had started to playfully stroke each other's body. Ronnie had caressed Calleigh's bare hip and the blonde had arched her back slightly, shaking her ass a bit.
Us girls we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent
The women had then joined their hands and drew their heads together. That time the kiss had lasted longer, and tongues had flickered forward. Ryan had shouted and whistled, and several others had done the same.
-Uh, Dad? Is she always so… provocative? Because she hasn't touched a single drop of alcohol…-, Kyle had wondered, leaning towards his father with his eyes firmly glued to the scene playing in front of him. Horatio had just shook his head, unable to speak, for fear his shaky voice would betray the effect the display was having on him.
When the atmosphere had calmed down a bit, and the most restless people in the audience had left the bar, Calleigh and Ronnie had remained alone on the stage. The blonde had embraced her guitar while Ronnie had put down hers and approached the microphone.
-This is a special request made by a friend of mine who loves this song and is meant for a special girl in his life. This is The only exception, by Paramore. Enjoy. -, the dark haired girl had announced seriously, nodding to her friend. As the first notes of the songs filled the air, Frank had straightened his position on the chair, and Natalia had felt compelled to do the same. Was it possible that he'd dedicate such a song to her?, she had wondered.
And that was the day that I promised But darlin',
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist
You, are, the only exception
But, you, are, the only exception…
Gazing into his serious eyes, seeing the twinkle, the spark of hope there, and the almost imperceptible nod of his head… yeah, that was entirely possible.
As they escaped the crowd and the strange looks of their friends, Natalia had dared intertwining her slender fingers with his bigger and stronger ones.
You, are, the only exception And I'm on my way to believing.
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing.
Ronnie gave the thumbs up at her blonde friend as Ryan Wolfe proceeded to pay for her third drink. Really, what women managed to make men do…
-Come with me for a minute?-, Kyle whispered in her ear. Startled by his serious and slightly apprehensive tone, Ronnie turned her head towards the boy. –Sure. -, she replied, standing from his lap. Kyle cast a nervous glance at his father, who nodded slightly, then grabbed the girl's hand and led her outside.
Intrigued by the display, Calleigh stood as well and subsequently occupied the seat vacated by Horatio's son. –What was that about?-, she asked him as Alexx leaned towards them as well. The redhead smiled knowingly. –Oh, I think my son is just going to make their relationship… a bit more formal…-, he replied. Calleigh and Alexx squealed in delight.
Meanwhile, just outside the doors of the bar, Kyle stood nervously in front of Ronnie, unsure of what to say.
-Oh, to hell with it!-, he suddenly blurted out before crashing his lips to hers.
Ronnie's heart soared in her chest. Finally! She knew the boy had fire in him, after all he was Horatio's son… she had worked hard to bring it out, and now she fully intended to enjoy it… Until she felt something cold and metallic being pushed over her ring finger. She stopped kissing the boy and raised her hand. A silver band twinkled under the dim light of the lamps.
-Will you be my girl?-, Kyle asked seriously.
-I thought we had already established that. -, Ronnie could not prevent herself from teasing him. Kyle groaned in annoyance.
-For once in your lifetime, just humor me and…-
-Yes…-, she stopped him, placing her lips upon his.