Slightly Condoned
Disclaimer: Don't own anything…
Rating: The rating is the same except the last scene could be classified as NC-17.
Pairing: Eric/OC, Speed/Calleigh
Summary: Finally, is all I gotta say.
Spoiler: Tinder Box, Body Count
A/N: It's a bittersweet chapter, one couple fucks, the other fucks up!
Dedication: To Katie and Jacqueline, without our late night talks and your advice I wouldn't be able to write half of this stuff. A thanks is in grave order!
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Part 18- Over And Done
" Fine I'll shut up, just give me more beer." Speed agreed to Eric's request, and slammed the counter a couple times with his fist, as if beckoning the bartender back to him.
With a sturdy look from Calleigh, Rick avoided that side of the bar, and returned to serving customers who could remember their names.
Tim realized this, and mumbled to himself grumpily about the horrid service.
Calleigh ignored him as well, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to sit sandwiched between him and Josh, especially since Tim was so incredibly drunk.
Something had to be done, and quick before he did something overly stupid and embarrassed himself further.
Turning away from the awkward silence between Eric and Elisabeth, Calleigh turned to Josh and before she could even mutter an apology, he seemed perceptive enough to detect by her empathetic look what she was going to say.
" Don't." He took another long pull at the clear water, not caring that the carbonated beverage was getting him drunk then anything behind the counter.
" Josh, I'm really sorry, but he's really fucked up." Calleigh said, and with the same time, reached out knowingly, behind herself, and tugged on Speed's shirt collar before he tumbled over.
Josh chuckled ironically at her annoyed look, and let out a breath, " I know, and you gotta take care of your man right?" He shrugged, a sad smile on his face, obviously he was a little disappointed.
" He's not my man, well not any more." Calleigh studied her shoes with newfound interest, still not letting go of Tim.
That gave Josh enough ammo to assume that although the blonde in front of him was apposing what he believed, she was contradicting herself by not being able to let go of that man behind her; even if it were for the purpose of his well-being.
He finished off his drink and put a comforting hand on her shoulder, " You gotta see if you can make it right, and if it doesn't work out, you still have my number."
And with that he disappeared into the massive crowd of people dancing amongst each other, leaving Calleigh feeling incredibly heavy with guilt.
No one seemed to notice however, because her two sober friends were too wrapped up in each other's confusion and Tim was too blinded by alcohol to care about her feelings.
" It's for the best." She thought, knowing this was her punishment for thinking she could so easily get away with a rebound guy. Those never worked.
But now as she looked over at Tim slouching over his umpteenth bottle of beer, she smiled at him sympathetically, and scooted closer to him.
" Tim." Her southern drawl seemed to wake him up, because his head shot up, and his chocolate eyes widened slightly.
" Why did you leave me Cal?" He asked softly, and Calleigh bit her lip from replying, he was drunk, he wouldn't remember anything in the morning anyway.
" Give me the car keys." She told him quietly, but apparently not softly enough, because Delko turned around, interrupting the staring match him and Elisabeth were participating in, long enough to hand Calleigh the keys to his car and say, " Go, take him home."
" But what about you?" Calleigh asked, at the same time as she accepted his offering, and then glanced at Elisabeth.
Eric turned to the intoxicating beauty in front of him and said hopefully, " I'm sure I can get a ride with some one." He shrugged cryptically, and Calleigh turned to Speed.
" C'mon you drunken idiot." She said to him with dry humor and pulled him out of his chair.
" I may be drunk, but I'm not an idiot." He said huskily in her ear, sending involuntary shivers down her spine, as he proceeded to trail behind her.
Calleigh didn't know whether she should've been relived or surprised that he could still stand on his own two feet after the amount of alcohol intake he'd had, but nonetheless when they had exited the club and she inhaled the fresh air of the evening-she felt pretty damn good.
Liberated almost, from the confines of that club and the baggage it carried with it.
Tim obviously felt a little of the same freedom because he suddenly turned her around and kissed her squarely on the mouth, and then pulled back.
"I mark you as mine." He gave her a goofy grin, and the confusion from the kiss evaporated from Calleigh's mind, replaced by annoyance.
She rolled her eyes, and draped an arm around his waist, in hopes of supporting both of them, from the lightheadedness of the evening.
"Let's go Speedy boy." She murmured and walked into the street, suddenly realizing she had no idea where Eric's car was and Tim was now nearly napping on her shoulder…
***
Although the club was bustling with life, and incessant movement, where Elisabeth found herself, the place was dead.
Eric's stare mixed in with her newfound insecurities made her feel almost suffocated in the grand expanse of the room. Looking back at her counterpart with the same perpetual glare, Elisabeth suddenly found herself faraway from "Danza."
The blinding russet glimmer of Delko's intense stare plagued her mind and incessantly reminded her of the contusions it would receive emotionally if she didn't follow her instinct. That was telling her not to let go.
Yet of all the doubt inside her, she kept adding to it with crazy thoughts such as those that the sensible part of her brain could register. The fact that she seemed to be developing such feelings so quickly was on the top of the never-ending list.
Little did she know that Eric was feeling the exact same thing, plus a little astonishment at how breath taking she looked. To him, Elisabeth was always beautiful, but now she seemed to have out done herself, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her.
Well, neither could the other man in the club, who had far less noble intentions where she was concerned. Glancing at their surroundings, Eric, unexpectedly, found grave distaste for the people inhabiting it, and decided that a change of scenery would benefit both of them.
That's when he realized the full impact of his actions. He'd given his car keys to his drunken best friend's ex girlfriend, who would now drive him home, and no doubt end up in his bed again.
Because love was a crazy feeling and it made people, themselves, crazy with want and desire, and all the other wonderful bullshit Danielle Steel was famous for depicting in her many novels.
Yet what she neglected to mention in the majority of her tales was the unbelievable sense of restraint that went along with every emotion that her heroes and heroines were experiencing. That's why Delko would never find himself relating to any of those fictional characters; because that's exactly what they were…fake.
He gave Elisabeth a half smile, that was suggested to be cryptic, and make his next comment a little lighthearted, " So you gonna leave me stranded?"
Elisabeth seemed to awake after his inquiry, and Eric didn't know whether he should've been thankful that he'd triggered her attention, or be a little confused as to why she'd been frozen before.
The ADA bit the inside of her lip, unseen by the CSI in front of her, as she relaxed just a smidgen under his watchful eye, resting on her heel, while she bent her other knee and tapped it as if in annoyance.
" Well, I might just give ya a ride stud." She twirled a loose strand of her hair between her fingers mocking any flirtatious gestures that she'd seen through the night.
Eric chuckled mindlessly and couldn't disagree that she was doing a damn good job at triggering some of his senses, but it wasn't like he'd ever tell her that. Nope, all hell would freeze over first.
" So how about it?" he folded his arms over his chest, and continued to stare at her. However now his eyes were softer, kinder, more at ease, and Elisabeth didn't even know if she should be scared or not.
It seemed every time Delko let his guard down, he also happened to drag hers south as well, and not being in control of her own emotions honestly didn't appeal very much to the New Yorker.
Elisabeth gave him a cheeky smile, mock annoyed, she nodded as if he wasn't leaving her with any other option, " Oh alright, let's go."
Eric smirked and watched her leave, reluctant to follow her and catch the eyes of every breathing, sober man in the room, and even though there weren't a lot of those, Delko still felt the familiar sting in his heart.
The sting that had recently awakened with the abrupt arrival of Elisabeth Kaytlin in his life.
The familiar sting was later diagnosed as jealousy…
***
After successfully locating Delko's car, with minimal help from her counterpart, and in the night only brightened by the streetlights, Calleigh arrived at her apartments with Speed passed out in the back seat.
She was set against taking him to his place, seeing as though, she didn't remember the last time either of them spent a night there. Calleigh swallowed that train of thought, reminding herself that the kiss he bestowed upon her was influenced by alcohol, and that tomorrow when he woke up, they'd still be broken up.
Even alcohol couldn't turn back time, although Calleigh incessantly wished she did. That way, Speed wouldn't be drowning his sorrows in liquor and she wouldn't be contemplating what to do when the inevitable awkward morning after came.
It seemed so bizarre that a simple drunken kiss had gotten her riled up more than any college boy could ever. It only gave Calleigh further awareness of her feelings, and that perhaps she was really in love.
Well, of course she was in love, otherwise she wouldn't have left Tim that stupid message on the cell, and then gone off and met up with some other guy. Calleigh felt superbly naïve, and hypocritical of her actions, and this only caused the ache in her heart to intensify.
Parking in the underground garage of her apartment building, she turned off the ignition and unbuckled her seat belt.
It was a little apparent that the sudden halt of the vehicle that carried him awoke Speedle up and Calleigh was grateful for it, because she had yet to figure out how she would manage dragging him upstairs.
" C'mon Tim, I'm not going to carry you." She flung the door open and curtly studied him.
His shirt was of dark color, matching his slightly curled brunette head immensely, the stubble on his cheeks seemed to increase with the shadow fallen against them, and when Calleigh looked into his eyes, she didn't see the normal haziness she had the displeasure of witnessing before on her father.
Instead, his eyes conveyed pain and the most unbelievable rich shade of coffee that Calleigh thought she could get lost in forever. For this reason alone, she blinked twice, and was disappointed to find out that the same aura that she found the first time around had disappeared.
And both of them suddenly sobered up.
" I know. But why are we at your place?" Speed asked, looking around confusedly, as he stepped out of the car.
A little dizziness took over him and Calleigh settled a helpful hand on his shoulder, as she said, " I may not be carrying you but your in no shape to take care of yourself, c'mon." she turned around and auto locked the car over her shoulder, expecting Speed to follow.
He did eventually, trying not to stare at her sauntering form and admiring what he saw. This was so not the time, he told himself, but apparently his word was nothing to his ear.
Shrugging he tailed Calleigh into the elevator, and they made it up in silence.
He caught his breath, after taking a side-glance at her. In the brighter light, then the club, he could finally see her entirely, and she looked so beautiful.
He made a mental note of telling her that.
Calleigh walked out of the moving box first, Speed disembarked a few seconds later, and successfully managed to make it to her front door without further embarrassing himself.
She didn't say anything to him, when she walked into the apartment, and quickly unbuckled her stilettos throwing them into her open bedroom door, on her way into the living room.
Her movements were so methodical, rehearsed that Speed lost himself in them, in her, just like he always had. But he blew it.
He got drunk and he blew it, he reminded her of her father, and that was something Tim didn't know if he could forgive himself for.
While tim lost himself in his thoughts, Calleigh returned to him on the couch and said, " Here, blanket, pillow, good night." But before she could leave, he grabbed her arm.
" Calleigh."
" Tim, don't." She pulled back, " I know you'll regret it in the morning. Let's face it your drunk and I went out with some other guy. This is just a friendly, gesture now good night."
And with that, she disappeared into her bedroom, crept into the dark of the hallway, and out of Tim's sight.
He collapsed on the couch without accepting the quilt or the pillow. He knew that if he wrapped the blanket around himself, or felt his head hit the softness of the bolster, he'd immediately close his eyes and fall into a deep slumber.
And slumber filled with Calleigh, and he didn't want that, although he was pretty sure seeing the way things were going, that's as close as he would get her.
Tim closed his eyes, and felt the warmth of the bile rising in his throat, no sense in keeping himself warm; the alcohol would do it for him.
Speedle slept in dreamless rest that night…
***
Elisabeth drove in silence, soft tunes coming from the after hours Jazz station echoed through the interior of the Jetta, as she maneuvered through the newly memorized streets of her new town.
Every once in a while, she'd steal a glance at the man riding shotgun, but look away successfully if he decided to fix her in a silent stare.
Brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the redhead at the wheel continued to hum along with the saxophone and swiftly merge into each lane, and silently go over the oral directions Delko had given her before she hit the wheel.
When they finally turned on his street, Elisabeth felt a tint of surprising disappointment rise inside her, when she realized that when she stopped the car, he'd get out, and leave, and she'd be alone again.
She didn't want him to leave, she wanted desperately for him to stay, to stay as long as possible, and somehow do it out of his own will, without anything guarding this hidden bridge between them.
Nonetheless the ADA managed successfully to pull over when Eric silently motioned her to, across the street, she could see him pointing to his building, and she didn't even give it to seconds before she turned off the engine.
Eric unsnapped his safety belt, and leaned deeper into the seat, not knowing how to exactly approach this situation. Every cell in his body was humming with a sense of completion, that he knew only came from the woman beside him.
He smelled her everywhere in the car, because as he soon realized it had been her domain, and all of the sudden Eric found himself wondering what the rest of her body smelled like. He wanted so desperately to feel her, and would give anything to do so.
Including fuck any sense of willpower, that was slowly diminishing with in him.
Looking slightly left of himself, the Hispanic man concluded that if he wanted anything to do with this woman again, he'd have to make the first move, and make it now.
Elisabeth gave him a small smile, trying unsuccessfully to mask her disappointment for the end of this evening.
But Eric saw right through it, and it only increased his confidence.
" So. Would you like to maybe come in?" He said, surprising both of them with the sharp tone of voice he chose. It was husky, and sensually sweet, and it rubbed Elisabeth in all the right places.
Perhaps that's why she nodded silently, and slipped the keys out of the ignition, or maybe it was the familiar look of lust on her friend, that probably mirrored her own, that triggered this encounter.
Whatever it was, as Elisabeth walked side by side with Delko to his apartment building, and felt the warmth of his body bleed into hers, she knew that her night hadn't disappeared in vain…
***
The kisses exchanged fell perfectly into the rhythm of the evening.
They seemed to break away long enough from each other, for him to open his apartment door, and pull her in against him.
Elisabeth had to admit she was a little dazed coming into this, especially with his body radiating heat all over the place, and his lips working wonders on her skin.
She didn't even realize he was pressing her against the wall, until she felt the roughness of the surface scratch her shoulders while he pressed her body against his even closer.
Closing her eyes, Elisabeth desperately tried to concentrate on the sensations coursing through her body, but to no avail could she keep her eyes from the beautiful man in front of her.
His hair was slightly disheveled from being pulled at so many times.
His skin was on fire, as Elisabeth was sure her own was as well, and those eyes.
Lord, but she never thought any of the 'good boys' back home could even comprehend to look at her that way. Without shame, and inhibitions, without caution or wariness. Just pure lust, and the animal like affect of it.
It only caused to arouse Elisabeth even more, and to the point of no return.
His hands were working on the buttons of her jacket, as she shrugged it off.
Their eyes met, and she swallowed.
He looked uncertain at first, or did it just seem that way to her? She didn't know.
He was about to say something; his eyes conveyed sudden repression and Elisabeth feared the worst so instead of allowing him to continue with his thoughts, she leaned in and deep throated him.
Running her tongue on the bottomless cavernous of his mouth, while the grasp on her arms tightened, and when she tried to graze the back of his calf with her foot, she ended up boosting herself.
He grabbed her naked leg, and in a short second she was sandwiched between the wall and his rough, hard frame.
His lips found their way to her neck, and her throat leaving a trail of wet kisses as he ventured further.
He could almost feel the tautness of her nipples pressing painfully against the thin material of her blouse, trying desperately to break free and seek release from the torture he was inflicting.
This brought a smile to Eric's face, when he realized he wasn't the only one rigid in this situation.
The softness of her body, mixed in with the lust he was feeling left him very helpless to distinguish his actions and what he was thinking of doing.
His vision narrowed to nothing. He felt blind but at the same time a sixth sense accumulated, he could smell her everywhere, taste her, feel her against him.
Amidst the hasty lustful actions, Eric still managed to find self-control somewhere within him, to press a chaste kiss on the spot above her left breast where he could feel her heartbeat escalate.
She looked down at him through hooded long lashes and before he could even attempt to comprehend her stare, she retaliated by kissing his forehead lightly.
That moment a silent agreement between the two was met, and although it was meant to simmer down the burning it only intensified their need for each other.
Eric smiled mischievously to himself as he bent down and through the thin material of her black blouse bit down on the small crest that was trying to break through.
That elicited a fervent moan from his lover, which he silenced with a promising kiss, and then pulled back, taking in the sight of the woman who had completely given herself over to him.
And that in itself was so damn unbelievable to Eric that he saw red.
There would be no more playing, nothing, he needed her now, and he would take her, one way or another.
That was probably what invigorated him into saying,
" So, how do you feel about getting fucked against a wall?"
Elisabeth looked down at him for a second, and Eric was nearly sure he'd blown everything, but what he wasn't aware of was her snaking hands running down the length of his t-shirt's hem, while she tightened her legs around his waist, pushing him harder against her.
" I approve."
And as if those were the magic words, with one swift move, Elisabeth felt herself being shoved deeper into the unbendable wall, and melting into Eric's lean form.
She felt them nearly bleed into each other, as she shrugged the shirt over his abs, and then over his shoulders.
Without his arms to support her, he used his body to press her deeper into the wall, and suddenly Elisabeth felt completely in shock when she felt him pressed against her inner thigh.
So close to her that the need within her rose so insanely that she could no longer see Eric's face which was millimeters away from hers.
She couldn't detect his lustful gaze nor his soft kisses any longer, all she could feel was the heat spreading through her body and sending out signals everywhere, in hopes of letting some one know she needed release badly.
The need would turn to pain in a few short minutes if Eric didn't do something about it, she concluded and launched again for his lips, meanwhile her hands roamed over his front.
Encountering first lean muscle then hot skin, and then she leaned down and decided to retaliate by capturing his nipple in between her supple lips, scraping its surface teasingly with her teeth.
Perhaps that was the final straw because the next thing Elisabeth could detect was Eric's hand snaking up ardently up her thigh in affect hiking her skirt up insatiably high, until he came upon the strap of her thong.
Their eyes met as he trailed a finger over her pelvic bone, as if debating to free her of the flimsy scrap of fabric or not.
A mischievous smile spread over his full lips as his fingers tips left feather touches on the exposed skin. Then he stopped and Elisabeth pulled her gaze at him menacingly.
" If you fucking stop I'll-…" He cut her off with an airless kiss, his lips fell upon hers and in retaliation she bit down on his lower lip tauntingly.
" If I'll stop, you'll do what exactly?" He paused looking at her slyly. And she was a sight to see.
Swollen lips, heated skin, teased hair, and she never looked more beautiful to him.
Granted he only knew her for two days, but that didn't stop his attraction from escalating. And that was something he didn't want to think about either.
He'd much rather live in the moment, live now, feel her beside him, and writhing against him fervently, her eyes filled with undeniable lust, and knowing he put it there made Eric grow even harder.
To the point where he had no self-restraint left, and it didn't look as if it'd be missed.
With in a blink of an eye, he freed Elisabeth and found her just as ready and willing, if not more.
He looked into her eyes as he ran a fingertip over the smooth skin of her inner thigh, coming closer and closer until…
" Oh god." Was Elisabeth's initial reaction when she felt Eric's fingers inside her.
" Oh, do not use the lord's name in vain." He bit her shoulder lightly; just hard enough to leave his teeth imprint, and feel her spasm around him.
She felt too good to pull away immediately, but he knew that with the pace he was setting, she would climax easily, and leave him deprived, so just as he felt her squeeze his shoulder just a little harder from the impact of his fingers, he pulled out.
At first Elisabeth couldn't speak, it felt as if someone had taken her, and emptied out all her organs from the neck down and left her to die.
She promised herself she wouldn't cry, the pain of being rejected seeped deep into her bones, and that was however, probably a good thing, because it made the reward all the more sweeter.
And unexpected.
When Eric entered her, Elisabeth jumped from the surprise and sank down on him all the way, faster than he expected, but nonetheless welcomed her eagerness.
" Jesus Christ." Was all he could muster to think before he began slamming her repeatedly into the wall.
Elisabeth didn't mind the pain of her back, because that concocted with the immense pleasure she was feeling, made her see actual stars.
She never realized you could feel this way.
The sheer fullness inside her alone made her so happy, that involuntarily her eyes welled up with tears.
No more thoughts of hesitance, or misconceptions.
No more doubts or numbness, and certainly no more thoughts of any one else.
It was just she, and Eric, and this moment.
That she wished could last forever.
Elisabeth sucked in her breath as Eric sped up his thrusts.
He couldn't even begin to describe the feeling of her around him, wheedling the last of his inhibition out, and for once he didn't care that his mind was so fogged up that he couldn't even figure out that with whatever strength he had left, he managed to stumble into the nearest room, which also happened to be the guest room.
Elisabeth let out a soft whimper when she hit a soft surface of the bed.
It was a welcomed change and made her situation all the more better.
Now slotted in between two warm surfaces, she could outlive this as long as possible.
She proceeded to take advantage of her new found position and courage and ran her hands down Eric's back, unaware that she left nail marks on his tanned skin.
He cried out, but not in pain, in definite pleasure, and it was only then that Elisabeth realized she was letting go as well, and the fact that their bodies responded simultaneously to the same feeling made it all the more breathless.
A few seconds later they were trying to catch their breath, once again feeling the identical thirst for oxygen.
They had yet to sever ties and neither mind at all.
Since then Eric managed to slip his hand underneath her blouse and was delighted to find her braless.
She gave him a shameless smile and he brushed a few strands of auburn hair from her pale, slightly damp forehead as his other hand slithered up her torso and settled on the valley between her breasts.
Elisabeth managed to catch enough air to speak, so she said, " Thank you."
However, it wasn't Eric's intention to say 'your welcome back' as Elisabeth soon learned when she felt his fingers circle her nipple and tweak it as gently as possible.
That simple gesture raised the need in her again.
Eric looked into her eyes, and smirked, " Don't thank me till its over." And then kissed her again…
TBC…