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Slightly Condoned
Disclaimer: Don't own anything…
Rating: Heavy R, NC-17
Pairing: Eric/OC, Speed/Calleigh
Summary: A favor returned, a confusing phone call, and an invitation to breakfast pretty much sum up the morning after…after…
Spoiler: Tinder Box, Body Count
A/N: Blah, I think I'm starting a bad trend, ending all my latest chapters with sex…well this one is no exception kiddies, enjoy it while it last, because let's face it, I cant have them bumping uglies for too long.
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 20- On The Receiving End
Eric took a final euphoric breath and rolled off his counterpart.
She earned a moment to feel the weight being pushed from her, and looked at him.
" So can I thank you now?" Elisabeth asked, still trying to maintain her breathing, and yet also in awe of what had happened.
Eric tried to remember why she asked the question, and it hit him, the night before he'd told her not to thank him until he was done.
And to be perfectly blunt, he couldn't get enough of the woman, however, both of them were tired out of their minds, even with the few precious hours of sleep under their belt, the energy was drained, and he could see it in her tired jade eyes.
He was pretty sure, she detected the same restlessness in his, because she smiled and reached out to run her fingers through his slightly damp scalp.
Eric basked in her attention and forgot to answer her inquiry, so Elisabeth took it upon herself to contemplate the response. Kissing him softly, she crawled from the bed, wrapped in the quilt, leaving the CSI naked.
" Suit up boy." She tossed him a pair of boxers at the foot of the bed teasingly, and disappeared from the bedroom.
Eric didn't have time to even question what she was doing, until he heard the clatter in the kitchen and pulling on the underwear, he followed the sound.
Surprised to see Elisabeth clad in his t-shirt from last night and her underwear, he smiled as he watched her rummage through his fridge and take out any breakfast food option he had in there.
Elisabeth saw Eric staring, and turned around, hands on her hips, with authority she said, " Don't just stand there Delko, call up Calleigh and Speed." She ushered him and the CSI reached for the phone, still unsure why.
Elisabeth noticed this, and smiled apathetically, " I'm moving the case discussion into your dining room. I'm so fucking tired of the stupid restaurant food, I want home cooked breakfast, and since I don't think you are good in the kitchen…so…"
Her voice trailed off, hoping Eric would understand, and he smirked, placing the phone back in its cradle he sauntered over to the lawyer, leaning against the stove, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
" So is this your way of thanking me?" He asked, nuzzling her neck and Elisabeth looked up at him.
" Maybe." Elisabeth leaned up and gave him a kiss on his chin, swiping her tongue seductively over his lower lip then, " But if you don't get with calling them, there might not be any breakfast for you this morning."
She said and their eyes met in nearsightedness.
" And would that be such a bad thing?" he whispered in her ear, and as much as Elisabeth hated to push him away, she did nodding, " Yeah, for the time being."
Then she turned back to the counter, silently recalling her mother's secret recipe for pancakes.
" You've got any nutmeg here?" she asked a few minutes later, but Eric was already on the phone with Speed…
***
Calleigh woke up from the soft tugging being inflicted on her by whom she later identified as the one person she wanted to see least.
Tim.
He finally acknowledged her conscious state and gave her a small, obviously forced smile as he said, " Get dressed, Delko just invited us for a case discussion over breakfast, his place." Speed explained vaguely, and pulled his torso off the bed.
It looked as if he'd dressed in a different shirt than the one she saw on the couch, what seemed like centuries ago, and instead stood over her, clad in a maroon t-shirt, she smiled back at him lazily.
" You know, it's been so damn long since I've seen you in a t-shirt." Calleigh stretched inside the blanket, and moved her legs slightly, suddenly a little flushed as she felt the reminder of their lovemaking on her skin.
Tim either didn't care of it, or didn't notice because he scratched the back of his head and replied, " Eh, I dug this out of your closet." He said as a matter-of-factly, and Calleigh smiled again, although very well aware of her compromising position.
" Ok fine, I'll blame it on myself…" Calleigh smirked, and rose half way up, placing a bunched up fist of material in between her breasts, to keep it from falling off.
Last thing she wanted was to expose more skin to this man that obviously she couldn't escape from.
" You should, but do it quickly, Eric seemed antsy on the phone." Tim recalled, and Calleigh's expression completely changed under his eye.
Apparently there was something she wasn't telling him, but he figured he'd find out whatever it was later. He needed to get her into some clothes desperately before a headier repeat of a few minutes ago ensued.
Calleigh on the other hand was utterly mortified as she suspected why Delko was a little agitated, however, nothing was more uncomfortable then feeling the slick skin of her coated thighs rhyme against each other mockingly.
" Oh okay, let me just take a quick shower." She rose completely from the bed, still encasing herself in the quilt. If Speed didn't know any better he would've thought she was embarrassed, but having seen her naked a couple hundred times, he figured that wasn't the case.
So what was?
That was once again something he'd figure out later.
" I have to return his car anyway." Calleigh mumbled and disappeared into the bathroom.
A cool shiver ran down Speed's body when he heard the unfamiliar click of the lock function.
" Fuck." He cursed, and then walked out of the bedroom…
***
By 7:30 exactly Horatio returned from his morning jog, and did finished his daily exercising routine.
He reassembled his energy in the shower and then chose a dark purple silk button down to go underneath his gray suit.
The red haired CSI was about to get ready to leave when his cell phone tunes awoke the gloomy apartment, mere hours after dawn.
The caller ID read "Private Caller" intriguing the investigator even more, and although it was in his job description to over analyze everything, he still wasn't completely sure he was overreacting about this call.
" Horatio Caine."
" Hello Handsome."
Damn it. Mia.
" What'd ya want Mia?" He asked curtly, but that was to be expected.
" Not much of a morning person are you? But since I caught you on your cell, I didn't wake ya…did I?" Her voice sounded too sweet, but then again, he knew appearances could be deceiving, same could be said for tones.
" Since when did you become so damn considerate?" He snapped, the same approach he had for suspects he thought were guilty, he now used on a woman he used to sleep with.
Damn it. Mia.
" Horatio, I am merely calling to ask you something." She played the innocent act way too many times with him, and now even three years since their divorce, he could still detect the falseness in it.
" Ask me what?"
" Well, you know I don't like to eat alone."
" Mia…" Horatio suddenly knew where this was headed, and for a second he contemplated if it wouldn't be so bad if he had a simple breakfast date with his ex-wife.
And then laughed at the absurdness and desperation of his own mind.
" Meet me at Ezra's and don't be late."
Click.
He could always not show up, even stand her up with a cold shoulder, like the one he knew she was capable of giving.
However one thing Horatio knew about himself, was that he wasn't capable of that, perhaps that's why when he got into his car he decided to make a little detour before work.
Claiming he was hungry, which was a lie.
Damn it. Mia.
***
Twenty minutes after the unforgettable 'locking of the bathroom door' Speed was joined by company, clad in low rider black pants and a beige wife beater.
When Calleigh walked in and found Speed staring at her, she gave him a once over just to retaliate and then justified her attire, " It's gonna be murder today. I was sweating buckets at 5 Am." she explained, and put on a lightweight jacket.
" You were running." Speed reminded her comically, as he watched her movements with strategic memorization.
Calleigh smirked at him and ran her fingers through her slightly disheveled hair, " Smart ass."
" My specialty." He retaliated with somewhat of a bitterer attitude, causing Calleigh to look at him in suspicion.
" You okay?" she asked, as she secured her gun on her hip.
" Yeah I guess…" His voice trailed off looking for an excuse, and found it in her actions.
" I feel naked without my badge and gun." Speed shrugged, hoping she couldn't see through the fallacy of the excuse.
Calleigh gave him a lopsided grin; keen to call him on it, yet trying desperately not to dig herself in a whole she would later be too idle to give herself out of.
" Since when?" she asked, but didn't give him time to reply, " Never mind, if it means that much to you, we can pick 'em up on our way to Eric's."
" It's not in our way." Tim opposed, suddenly contradicting what he told her earlier, but not caring too much, because both of them knew he was lying.
" It's okay, I'd have to find some way to compensate for falling asleep on ya." Calleigh winked and opened the front door.
" I'm sure you'll find another way." Speed said absent mindedly, unaware that with his words and idea sparked in the blonde's head, and one she wasn't keen on letting go.
" Maybe I will." She winked but then quickly added, " We're still picking up your gun." Calleigh then thundered through the door, leaving Speed dazed and with the responsibility of locking up.
" She'll be the death of me someday." He mumbled to no one in particular.
" I heard that."
" Just testing your hearing range." Speed snapped back, and shut the door with more force than needed…
***
They stepped into the neglected apartment and Calleigh frowned.
" You need some damn light in this place." She grumbled, for a second forgetting her future plans as she stocked over to the living room, and pulled up the shades, freeing simultaneously three main windows, showing off the breathtaking view of the beach.
" I don't like light." Speed mocked her words and Calleigh's frown deepened, but now in more of a sadistic way, reminding her that he had yet to find out what she would do to him.
" But this view, it's gorgeous." Calleigh allowed herself a moment to ogle at the blinding sun, then the leafy Palm Trees and then finally the sparkling ocean, glistening with sky blue undertone and crowded by snow-white sand.
" I like the view better from where I'm standing." Speed gave her a stretched out glance, and walked into his bedroom.
Calleigh didn't wait a second, prolonging her thoughts over what he'd said, and although she knew it was a compliment and she should contemplate it, she smiled.
Knowing, now, she had another reason to thank him for.
Wasting no precious time, she walked into the kitchen, her heels clicking on the frigid tile floor as she moved quickly to the refrigerator hoping what she needed was stored here.
Opening the icebox up, she smiled ironically at her good fortune when she realized all that was on the near bare shelves was a crate of beer, some fruit and leftovers.
And of course what she was looking for, neatly tucked away in the door.
She slammed it shut, after taking it out, and walked out the other arch that led directly across the small hall and into the room Tim previously disappeared to.
Calleigh smiled devilishly in spite herself, and closed the door with a gentle click, causing the only other occupant to turn around and look at her with surprise, from his place at his closet.
" Oh you're making this way too easy." Calleigh thought to herself, as she hid her possession from Tim's sight, and walked over to him.
" Mind giving me a moment to change." He asked a little annoyed, missing the glint in her eye.
He'd decided the couldn't spend the day in a t-shirt that had her scent all over it, or the pants that had the faint trace of alcohol on them, so he shed them and was now contemplating on what to wear, when he was rudely interrupted.
Calleigh didn't give him an answer right away, well not verbally at least, but she took off her jacket, successfully, still managing to hide her friend underneath the article of clothing that she placed on the dresser.
" Calleigh, I'll be out in like two seconds, no need to get comfortable." He said, trying to ease the tension in the room, yet as he soon realized it wasn't at all tension.
No, it was intention.
To be more specific it was Calleigh's goal.
" Well, you misunderstand Tim." She inched closer and snapped the waistband of his boxers teasingly, " I beg to differ."
Then before Speed knew it, he was being pushed against the cushion of his bed, and Calleigh was straddling his lap.
" Cal, what the-…" His voice trailed off, or more like she interrupted him.
" Now, now, Tim there's no need for bad language." Calleigh flashed a finger in his face, and then he followed it, as she ran it down his naked chest, and to his belly button.
Circling it, viciously, she continued, " Now, you did something, well how should I put it, pleasant to me today, yet it was unexpected. You caught me off guard, and I don't like to be uninformed of your intentions toward me, so what I decided to do. Is retaliate, oh and I brought some help."
Calleigh grinned impishly, and crawled off Tim's lap, just to return a second later, introducing her new friend to Speed, whom formally recognized the product to be a tenant of his fridge.
" Aunt Jemima's maple syrup." He read off the label in a sarcastic tone, as if for the first time, and Calleigh resumed teasing his naked skin. Then for a second, unable to concentrate, he closed his eyes, and cursed himself mentally for buying that in the first place.
" Oh do not mock Dear Aunt Jemima, besides you should be thanking her not making fun of her." Calleigh popped open the tip and smelled the aroma of maple, burying it deep in her mind.
" And why is that?" Speed asked, genuinely intrigued, and a little scared of Calleigh's next actions.
" Oh because if it were my aunt helping, I don't think you'd enjoy it as much." Calleigh winked and the next thing Tim knew he felt a cool, sticky substance coat his naval.
Then another completely different intruder escaping from Calleigh's mouth followed it, scooping up a generous helping, all as Tim watched.
Calleigh smiled at him again, mischievously, as she felt the reaction his body was having toward this little innuendo, was desired.
She then finished off the syrup and rose to meet Tim face to face, before he could utter a response; she leaned in and brushed her tongue over his lips, kissing them softly then, her hair fell all around them in a golden halo, adding to the arousal affect, as she soon figured out.
" Calleigh." He breathed out, hoping to somehow forever remain in this moment, yet Calleigh had other ides.
" Na ah." She removed his hand from her hip, and kissed his palm slowly, " To quote some one wise I know, I'm right here with you baby." She mocked him and Tim cursed himself twice in five minutes.
During his mental rant, he didn't feel Calleigh slide down his body, until she stripped him of the minimal attire he had left. And to say the least, Speed felt quite vulnerable to be naked in front of a fully clothed woman.
" Hmm." Calleigh licked her lips pensively.
" Some one's excited." She then winked at him good naturedly, and took the bottle of syrup in her hand again.
" Think Speed, if I could make you…" her voice trailed off, and Tim might as well not have been listening because as soon as the honey based substance made contact with his erect flesh, his mind shut off any outside contact and completely focused on the pleasure derived from the actions of the woman above him.
The next thing he heard was Calleigh finishing up her sentence, " Sorry we may get your sheets a little dirty." And that was the final straw.
The trace expert felt tickling prickles of hair tease his thighs and then hot breath on his skin, and he completely lost it, fell so utterly fast neither expected.
Calleigh lapped up the dripping, quickly liquidating syrup with her tongue, as Tim's body convulsed involuntarily, however, she knew he wasn't completely there yet, and it didn't bother her at all.
Her hands suddenly perked up, and got a mind of their own as they attacked the skin closer to her mouth, adding to the desired pleasure, and the euphoria of the event.
She withdrew once to see Speed's reaction, and smiled, biting her lip, " You like that Tim." Her hands hadn't stopped their ministrations as they caressed, tugged, tortured, and simultaneously inflicted pleasure.
" Fuck…" was all her dazed counterpart could breath out, and Calleigh sympathized him for a few seconds in mourning of her early bird special.
Then her tactic switched and she whispered to him, " I said no bad language." This time she used her teeth, and felt as Speed's body nearly pounced on the bed.
Unable to control himself further both CSIs knew their fun was close to an end.
Calleigh took another helping of syrup, and this triggered Speed's boiling point, as his body shuttered with sweet measure, and he completely let go.
Calleigh smiled to herself, glad that her mission had been accomplished, and leaned in to give him a taste of himself.
Breaking their kiss she sat up a few minutes later, smiling at him, Calleigh snapped the top of the bottle down again.
" Favor returned." She climbed off him, Tim was a little dazed but he could see her put on her jacket, and run a hand through her hair, " I'll give you a moment to change." She turned the doorknob and was about to leave.
" Oh and Tim."
" Yeah?" he managed to croak out, through the aftershock of euphoria.
" The syrup doesn't do you enough justice." She winked cryptically and Speed groaned as she left.
It was his turn for a shower now…
TBC…