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Slightly Condoned
Disclaimer: Don't own anything…
Rating: Heavy R, NC-17
Pairing: Eric/OC, Speed/Calleigh
Summary: Okay, this fic is now taking over my life lol, and I'm okay with it, as long as you guys are happy. Anyway, this part is a little complex, think of it as screwed up morning after, with a few surprises.
Spoiler: Tinder Box, Body Count
A/N: I read in one of the reviews that it seemed as if Delko and Liz weren't making love but 'fucking' well this could be explained in the sense that their feelings for each other were suppressed very harshly for a while(two days go figure) and it turned into a more of a primal need, please understand.
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 19- Bittersweet After Taste
The ground shook beneath her feet as ran. It was close to 5 am and the streets of the neighborhood were deserted. Well fine by her, as long as she was alone, with her thoughts, she should be okay, or permanently screwed.
It seemed the farther her jog took her from her apartment, from her street, and away from Speedle, the more intense her doubt and uncertainty became.
Confusion also played a factor, because now along with the over analyzed kiss, and everything in between, including her rejection toward his half drunken proposal for something she knew would be associated with sex, Calleigh was completely baffled by the entire situation.
The one she so absent-mindedly got them into. And now she didn't know how to get them out, it was bad enough that with every step she took away from him, he took two toward her, always catching up, always lingering, and never evaporating.
He was so passively intriguing that Calleigh wasn't able to concentrate when they were in the same room, it had taken her two months to perfect her nonchalant attitude from the first minute they were in intimate contact, and now.
Well, now it just all shot straight to hell, she knew the minute she walked back home, and saw him either still passed out on the couch or worse, awake, she'd crawl back into his arms, and now, even she wasn't sure if it'd be the smartest thing for them to do.
To reconcile and pretend they didn't have 'issues', their whole fucking relationship was based on issues, and one of the worse kinds, because as they had proved today they couldn't stay away from each other, and at the same time couldn't be with one another until whatever those 'issues' were, was found out and addressed.
Calleigh stopped to catch a breath, recovering her burning lungs with air, when her eyes snuck up the building in front of her. Smiling, she rolled her eyes knowingly.
" I knew I was gonna end up here." She mumbled shaking her head, as she started up the stairs to the main door, unaware of the Jetta parked across the street.
***
The goose bumps lining her exposed body awoke the ADA idly. At first she opened one eye, and studied her surroundings unsure of what she might find.
Later when she got used to the dusk dimness of the bedroom, Elisabeth was fully aware of her present attire, or lack there of, and most importantly she was aware of the warm body sandwiched between her and the wall.
She rubbed her eyes free of sleep induced fog with one hand while the other, kept firmly placed at the hem of the crème colored sheet, keeping it in place over her breasts.
It wasn't until she was about to slide out of the plush confines of the bed when a voice lulled her unwillingly back.
" Hey." Eric opened his eyes to find the tanned naked back, of the woman previously lying beside him, staring back at him.
" Hi." Elisabeth countered, not turning around to face him, she now didn't think she ever could without the look of shame in her eyes.
" Come back here, I didn't get a chance for a proper good morning." And apparently he had other plans.
Elisabeth tried desperately to remain where she was, and not sink into his beckoning, but it became increasingly hard to sustain her heart beat at a normal pace when she felt a warm finger tip trace her spine.
" And what might a proper good morning be like?" She asked sarcastically, and found herself succumbing to his cal, as she bled back into the sheets, his body now increasingly closer next to hers.
She swallowed, and met his eyes finally, what she saw there shouldn't have surprised her but it did.
He was happy.
And very genuinely so, Elisabeth was flattered to know that she placed that particular emotion inside him, as he placed something else of his inside her.
She chose not to think about last night, for it would bring her to another feeling altogether. The same need would resurface, and she didn't think she would have the energy to suppress it. Yet giving in wasn't an option as she later caught on.
" Well, considering it isn't morning yet, I'd like to show you the preceding events." He whispered in her ear, and Elisabeth felt a tug on her waist, where his hand was situated.
Their naked torsos met in a firing embrace and before long, Elisabeth was once again sandwiched between Eric and the bed, resuming some memory of last night, as he bent down softly and kissed her lips as gently as possible.
" I agree." Elisabeth managed to utter before she felt pulled against her will into the abyss she so desperately bitched at herself for falling into the night before.
Engaged in a searing kiss, neither person heard the front door unlock and then creakily close…
***
The uncanny quite of the apartment sparked a little uneasiness inside Calleigh, as she stepped into the dark hallway. There were no windows to be directing natural light into this part of the sanctuary, and she felt a little odd slithering in the shadows.
She knew he'd be up, he was an early bird, just like her, to be completely honest she had been a little surprised not to find him, at some point, jogging toward her in a slightly heightened rhythm.
Also, Calleigh was a little skeptic as to way she'd just stepped on the shirt he wore last night.
Wasn't Elisabeth going to give him a life last night?
With those thoughts in mind, Calleigh didn't dare turn on the synthetic light and this way overlooked the rest of the clothing hidden in the rut between the door and the wall.
As the ballistics expert made her way through the rest of the corridor, she swore she heard a faint whimper coming from behind the slightly ajar door of the guest bedroom, but her suspicions hadn't been proven until she opened the door to Eric's room, and found the bed made.
It hadn't been slept in.
Calleigh grew increasingly worried but then remembered that the guest bedroom was still unexplored, and wandered back into the corridor, her hand pressed lightly on the opened door and she stepped in…
The first sound that she heard and it caught her off guard was, " Oh god Liz."
A shiver went down her spine as she got adjusted to the slightly dimness of the room and she bit back a surprised exclamatory comment when she saw the two people wrapped up in each other and completely oblivious to anything around them.
It was a shock to her, more who they were, rather than what they were doing, and that was probably why she slipped back out the door, and fled the apartment, not wanting to interrupt others' happiness even though hers was in shambles…
***
The first rays of dawn weren't welcomed into Tim's eyes when they involuntarily flew open and he sat up in his bed.
However, upon studying his surroundings and feeling the tightness forming in the muscles of his neck, Speedle realized he wasn't in his bed, hell; he wasn't even in his own apartment.
No, he was in the apartment of his ex girlfriend, basking the first sunshine of the day, which slipped through the cracks in the shaded windows of the living room.
As he predetermined, her couch was murder, and so was the blossoming hangover so deeply rooted in his brain that he was damn near sure that if he didn't take anything to ease the pain, he didn't know if he could be able to make it through the day.
" How much did I fucking drink last night?" he wondered, as he unbuttoned the first two clasps on his dress shirt, and was about to take it off completely when he noticed the pink post-it resting on the coffee table by his feet.
He reached over abruptly and this caused another sharp stab in his head.
" Fuck." He murmured, cursing at his pain, but nonetheless managed to obtain the note and read it out loud, " Couldn't sleep, gone for a run, be back soon."
It wasn't signed love Calleigh, like he usually remembered it addressed to him, but it wasn't a regular note. This note meant something else, he just wasn't sure he wanted to know what its purpose was.
He took off his shirt, and stretched the sore muscles previously captivated by it, he was about to step out of his pants as well, when he remembered his cell phone tied to the inside of her pocket.
Tim finally felt curious to check his voice mail and pressed the necessary keys to access the messages.
" You have 1 message." The neon writing on the light blue background screamed and he looked a bit confused as he pressed yes, and was surprised beyond belief when he heard Calleigh's southern drawl over the commotion in the back, along with static.
At first he was a little relieved that she called him, knowing it was the night before, lifted his spirits, and he almost wanted to reply back to her, when she said that he probably didn't want anything to do with her, since it was a complete lie.
And then standing in the middle of some one else's living room, in the wee morning hours, half naked and his mouth hanging agape, Tim Speedle received the shock of his life when he heard the recorded voice of his ex girlfriend tell him, she was likely to be in love with him.
It wasn't until the operator repeated the message about six times before he was able to hang up, without erasing the recording.
He was stonewalled, deadpanned, and a little confused as to why he hadn't seen it coming, why he didn't realize his feelings were returned until it was too late. Why did he figure this out only when it came out of Calleigh's mouth?
Why not before, when he still had a chance?
Looking anywhere but the stupid cell phone that caused all his trouble, the CSI suddenly decided that lamenting his stupidity would be a much tougher job that he anticipated.
Walking into the bathroom he opened the medicine cabinet and took out a aspirin, then took off the rest of his clothing and stepped into the shower, hoping to wash away his guilt along with the remainder of the evening before…
***
Calleigh walked into her humble abode, and the first thing she detecting, being an investigator and all, was her living room empty, and the sound of water pour somewhere in the distance. No doubt coming from her own bathroom.
She looked hesitantly at the dark blue dress shirt, sprawled on the neck of the couch, hiding the note written from her hand underneath it. Then she looked once again at the untouched quilt and pillow.
Why hadn't he accepted them? Her mind screamed again but she chose to ignore it, as she walked into the kitchen and began a fresh pot of coffee.
It was 5:30.
She waited another ten minutes and felt every bead of sweat sink deeper into her pores, bothering the hell out of her. She couldn't wait any longer.
She was pretty sure that after a night like the previous Speed wouldn't like to get forced out of the safe haven that he was in, even if it was the shower.
Calleigh walked into the corridor and then into her bedroom, stripping off her wife beater simultaneously with her paces, and when she entered the bathroom, the heat-induced steam enveloped her naked body in its own coat of protection and warmth.
The feeling only increased with the soft sound of water pouring behind the tainted shower glass doors, and yet in the far and hazy distance, she could make out Tim's naked profile.
Calleigh pinned her hair half up and tried to deny the physical reaction her body was having, at the prospect of encountering that same person, she was desperately trying to outrun, in his most vulnerable state.
Two steps later, and tile floor shook with playful desire beneath her as she slid the doors apart, creating a gush of cool air, which alerted the person standing in the now close proximity with her, and Calleigh's secret entrance was busted.
" Hi there." He gave her small grin, and Calleigh was grateful for his offhanded approach about their early morning encounter. It was one of the things that attracted him to her in the first place.
His ability to detect awkwardness and then try his best to brush it off.
" Mornin'." Her southern drawl dripped thicker, honeyed her words more fervently, and she hoped she wasn't giving off the impression that she was worried, and nervous.
Otherwise her cover would be blown. Calleigh avoided the other person as much as possible, but couldn't deny that she was a little cold not having been able to reach the heat source, she covered her torso with instinct, not wanting the man ogling at her to discover that parts of her flesh were peaking out when they weren't supposed to.
Speed noticed her distress and smiled quirkily, " Now, there's no reason to be shy Cal, it's not like I haven't seen your best assets before." He complimented, and then just as Calleigh's face shot up in a taken back expression, he maneuvered her so that her skin caught feel of the water.
And she eased comfortably, and long enough to give him a spiteful remark, " Well that is true." She said somewhat condescendingly but he didn't buy into her attitude.
The only thing he could do now, was pray against prayer that somehow she would either not glance down or the steamed fog blocked her sight, long enough for him to calm down as well.
Because the way things were headed now Tim was sure he'd be crushing her into that wall, in a matter of seconds, and as appealing as the sounded he wasn't sure if either of them wanted to go down that road.
And he wasn't opting for starting that conversation any time soon. Wasn't it him who broke her heart 12 hours, ago, or did she-him?
" Oh hell." He thought, " Our situation is fucked both ways." He talked silently; during which short time span Calleigh managed to dump a generous amount of orange tinted body wash onto a loofah.
Then massage it underneath the water, working up a generously white fluffy lather which she later began running up and down her arm, working incessantly to cover her entire body with the foamy substance, coating it with the soft breeze of the shower gel.
Speed watched with his eyes bulging out, never blinking once, and biting the inside of his lip to retain a groan, and give himself away.
Calleigh pretended not to watch him, but knew damn well what path they were about to take, yet powerless to stop it, she rolled the loofah, over her breasts, greeting the penguin on her flesh, as she watched Tim's eyes follow her every movement, until she reached her abdomen.
Calleigh didn't dare look down until this point and when she did, she wasn't shocked to find him in a half stimulated state, yet in spite herself, she had to tease him about it.
Coming just a little closer to him, or rather pulling him underneath the waterfall while sharing in the foam coating her body, she whispered against his ear, " Some one's excited."
" More than you know." He retaliated by biting the sensitive skin behind her ear, and she pressed herself subconsciously against him.
" We can't do this Tim." Calleigh pulled back then, and rinsed herself off.
Tim stood a little deadpanned, but however knew as much as she tried to suppress it, the need inside her wouldn't simmer down until it was fulfilled and that's exactly what he was going to do.
Without saying another word, he stepped out of the stall and dried himself off, stepping into a pair boxers, he swiped a towel from the rack and turned to the other sliding door.
His hand quickly rammed in and turned off the water pour, just as Calleigh placed the loofah away.
She gave him a questioning stare, but all he did was wrap her flimsily in a towel and then pick her up in his arms.
" Tim." Calleigh said, half way out of the bathroom, " As much as I'm loving this knight in shining armor routine, what are you doing. We can't do this."
But he didn't respond with words, all he did was lean in and kiss her softly, lovingly, with out most ingenuity, and Calleigh looked into his eyes with understanding.
" Just returning a favor." He felt the need to justify himself anyway, and then walked out into the bedroom, " Thanks for letting me crash on your couch Cal." He added, and Calleigh felt herself drunkenly mumble,
" No problem."
***
Calleigh felt herself, hit the plush confines of her bed as if she sank into a pool of jelly, or at least that's how vulnerable she felt right now. Her limbs throbbed with lust, and the cool air came into contact with the dampness of her freshly scrubbed skin, it didn't disengage Calleigh's desire, but only increased her arousal.
She could smell it, all around her, the heady scent of love making fell upon her body, but some how through the haze of it all, the only thing she could feel was the fluffy surface of the towel snaking higher and higher up her thigh, leaving shivers in its wake.
The dry skin seemed to tingle, as she detected a light trail of fingertips following the cloth as it rose at her hip, and then stop.
Biting her lower lip, she couldn't get her vocals to cooperate, and restrain as she choked out, " Mmmm Tim." Before going stubbornly mute again, succumbing to the need that rose within her.
Out of nowhere, she felt a voice all to familiar drawl back, " Shh…I'm right here baby, I'm right here with you." Those words elicited a seductive twist in her abdomen, and the torture further inflicted on her, sent ambrosial shivers to her chest, and even though her breasts had yet to be explored, she could feel the tightness in them already.
The electrifying feeling that lingered in her throat as curious finger tips continued to make contact with her ribs, drying them off insatiably slow, brought her to a complete and utter mad impatience, and gathering the minimal vitality she had left, she voiced her concern in a low sensual hiss.
" I don't want you with me, I want you *in* me."
But her attempt proved futile because just as quickly as Tim managed to work his hands up to her stomach, she felt him leave her body. Calleigh tried to mask her sudden disappointment with a little anger, but she didn't even have a chance to sum up her feelings when she felt a pair of warm lips settle on hers.
He smelled of citrus body wash, no doubt hers, her nose nuzzled his neck and she frowned for a split second, realizing the slight tint of liquor still lingered somewhere deep inside him.
Was he even sober?
Was she crazy, it happened the night before, of course he was sober, and when he pulled apart from her and their eyes met, Calleigh immediately regretted her doubt of him.
He had the clearest gaze she'd encountered in the last 24 hours from him, and behind it, she no longer detected the alcohol induced fog, but instead a different emotion lingered there.
Love.
Not lust, just pure, unconditional, and uninhabited love, and that was something Calleigh wasn't expecting, along with the sudden reconnection of finger tips on her naked hip, trailing more eagerly up and over her ribcage as she inhaled.
It felt as if her skin was wearing out and her heart would soon bulge out of through her lungs and into Tim's possession, because figuratively speaking that's where it already found its permanent home.
Then it happened.
She felt two digits circle like prey, settle and taunt, tease and caress, bring her just near the cliff, but never over.
Calleigh arched into his hand subconsciously, too many emotions swarming inside her brain, to notice Tim's content smile as he continued to assault the twin beauties in front of him.
The fact that his own body was growing frigid didn't dare resurface in his mind.
He kept telling himself that this was for Calleigh, and her alone, no one else; he'd have to ignore his own needs like she had ignored hers, to suit him.
Playtime was over, and this favor, was a return all on its own.
Almost simultaneously as their lips reconnected in a zealous kiss, both concluded that it was time for the towel to make its dramatic departure. Speed decided to continue pursuing the dominant role and nearly drunk with animalist aggression, tore the dark cream-colored material from her body.
Exposing Calleigh completely, and for a second he had to steady himself, not to take her right then and there, reminding himself incessantly that this was for her.
Beautiful, smart, and completely naked…
That held its own possibilities, he thought, as he swiped his tongue lightly over a dark pink crest and elicited a hoarse moan from the depleted woman laying exposed to him.
Continuing on the right breast, he bit down slightly on the tattoo on top of her nipple. It still surprised him immensely that the mark she chose to leave on her body was an actual animal.
A penguin to be exact, and honest to god he never figured out why, and didn't bother to ask, because although it was a little eccentric he found it dead sexy.
No wait, he found her absolutely intoxicating, penguin or not.
That's why he didn't waste any more time, as he slid further down her body, biting and licking softly on the flesh underneath her breasts, dipping his tongue curiously slow into her pierced naval, pulling the ring teasingly into his mouth.
Creating a stimulant he didn't know he could, as Tim soon felt incredible warmth rising in the pit of his stomach, only to realize later, that it wasn't coming from him internally. It was the sheer contact of him beside her that caused the reaction to take place.
It was then that he decided that, he wasn't making her feel any better by being so enticingly idle, and the liquid warmth between her thighs wasn't an indication of her arousal anymore, it was need.
And he promised himself, he'd satisfy it.
No more thoughts were silently exchanged between the two, as he slid further, rubbing his hands supportively on her thighs, then calves, and up again, creating a concoction of feelings that proved too much for Calleigh.
She flung her upper body off the bed slightly, and then moaning, buried her fists sharply in the quilt beneath her.
The shimmer of sweat and liquid arousal that coated her body, made Tim insane with lust, but he suppressed it, forcing himself to ease into his next movements, not so much to calm himself down, but to see the reaction on Calleigh's face before she passed through the boundary.
Calleigh meanwhile was in an alternate universe all together. One that consisted purely of Tim and his hands, probing, and feeling, discovering new territories and revisiting old ones, and it felt some sort of a shock when his warm breath targeted the source of her arousal.
She arched, and bunched up more material in her fists biting her lip until it bled, as Speed continued to assault her.
His hot, exasperated breath, added to the ultimate retrieval for her, as his tongue continued to dart in and out, circle tantalizingly slow and then accompany ragged teeth over the swollen surface.
Her moans extracted from the depths of her throat made no sense at all to the man situated between her thighs, however every once in a while he'd look up in genuine curiosity, and the look of pure ecstasy on her face invigorated him even more.
Tim ran his hand up to the juncture, while with the other, he so uselessly tried to settle the near hyperventilating body from pouncing the bed.
Running two fingers over the slick flesh, he stopped at the cavern, and as a reluctant traveler withdrew, instead pressing the tip of his tongue, and the cushions of his lips ever so lovingly on the center.
Meanwhile with his fingers he strode over and over again, tiptoeing closer and closer to the northern twin peaks, when suddenly, and mostly unaware to his full concentration Calleigh's body collapsed, and in moments of spasms his mission was so voraciously accomplished.
He immediately fled the genesis of their tryst and fell by her side, bringing her lips over his still damp fingers, he ran them over her lower lip, and she turned to him, sweat glistening on her flushed skin.
Her eyes uncertain, but happy, her face in a smile.
Tim absolutely couldn't resist, and neither could Calleigh, because after a few moments of exchanged pride she pressed her shaky hand to the back of his neck and assaulted his lips with suppressed hunger.
Eager to taste herself on them.
" It's all for you." He whispered, and as much as it pained him to do so, he knew she needed her rest, wrapping her in the quilt she marked; he slid off the bed, and kissed her forehead.
" Tim, don't leave me." Came the rugged reply from the bed, before he could completely flee the scene of the crime.
" I'll be here when you wake up." He didn't turn around and closed the door behind himself.
Calleigh wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, feeling a strange sense of comforted disappointment, and wishing that it were Tim's arms around her instead of the cool material…
TBC…