Title: Blood Ties (6/?)
Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with CSI: Miami, and all you'd get if you sued me is a laptop and a couple pairs of really nice shoes. Hardly seems worth it, right?
Rating: R (The usual language, plus some sexual references.)
Pairing: Eric/Maria (OC)
Spoilers: "Dispo Day"
Feedback: Please! But be nice. If I wanted to be criticized, I'd call my sister ;)
Jacqueline ~ Huh…what makes you think Maria's gonna behave like a whore? Oh, right, you've read THAT story. Hee. Yes, Maria is quite the anti-Sue, eh?
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His hand flailed uselessly for a moment before slapping the snooze button on his alarm clock. It felt like he had just fallen asleep seconds earlier. Muttering groggily, he turned over and reached for her...
...and felt nothing.
He opened his eyes slowly. She wasn't there, and the spot where she had been lying beside him was cold. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking around the room. Her purse wasn't on the desk any more, and her clothes, which had been strewn around the room, were gone.
Had she even been there at all? Or had it just been a dream?
No, that wasn't possible. He could still feel her writhing beneath him, could still taste her on his lips, could still hear her gasping his name. Closing his eyes again, he could still see her clearly, her green eyes closing slightly and her head dropping back against the pillow as he pinned her to the bed, thrusting into her slowly, rhythmically.
He never remembered dreams so clearly.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he struggled to remember how it had all happened. From the first moment their lips had touched, he'd known he was a goner. It had taken every ounce of self-control that he had not to rip her clothes off and take her right there on the couch. He'd held back, decided that he would let her dictate how far they would go. Truth be told, he hadn't been all that surprised when she had pulled him off the couch and led him down the hall to the bedroom. More than anything, he'd been relieved. As much as he had wanted her, he knew he would stop in an instant if she'd asked him to.
She hadn't, of course. In fact, at several points, she had practically begged him not to stop. As if he could have, even if he had wanted to.
And now she was gone, having left some time ago, leaving behind no trace that she had ever been there at all.
He lay down again, this time resting his head on the pillow that she had used. Inhaling deeply, he found the proof that she had been there, the lingering scent of her perfume. He buried his face in it, letting it completely overwhelm his senses, just as she had done only a few hours ago.
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She let the water run over her, not caring that it was freezing. Hell, she needed to cool off.
Part of her wanted to remember every single detail of the previous night. Another part of her wanted to wash away every trace of him that was left on her body, and the memories of what they had done.
It wasn't that she was ashamed. It was the complete opposite, she didn't feel at all insecure or guilty. She had seduced him, and let him seduce her, and loved every minute of it. It had been pure lust coupled with an unbelievable adrenaline rush, and the results had been absolutely mind-blowing. He had left her feeling completely drained and yet immensely powerful.
She loved the way she was feeling. What had happened between them had been wrong on so many levels. They weren't a couple, they weren't friends, they were barely even colleagues, they'd known each other for less than a day. And yet, she just didn't care. And that was the one thing that did bother her. Somehow, it seemed wrong that she could feel so nonchalant about it all.
Feeling guilty about not feeling guilty. She smirked and shook her head at the thought. She had to be losing her mind.
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Tim knew something was up the second Eric walked into the lab. He had a huge, goofy grin plastered across his face, and he was practically strutting.
"I'd say 'good morning,' but from the look on your face, I think that might be redundant." Tim said.
"This, my friend, is a great morning." Eric replied. "Is Maria here yet?"
"Holy shit." Tim muttered, putting two and two together instantly. That certainly would explain Eric's mood. "You slept with her?"
Eric shrugged. "We didn't sleep."
"You've known her for twenty-four hours." Tim said, incredulous.
"It was more like twelve at the time."
Tim shook his head. "Unbelievable."
"Yeah, it was." Eric smirked. He saw the look Tim was giving him. "Hey, clean your gun, then judge me."
"Are you and Calleigh ever going to let me hear the end of that?" Tim asked.
Eric laughed, glad that his attempt at changing the subject had worked. "We nag because we care."
"Yeah, yeah, that's what she keeps telling me. Didn't know you cared that much." Tim said, rolling his eyes. "And don't change the subject-" He looked up and realized Eric was gone.
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"Calleigh, have you seen Maria?" Eric asked.
"Uh, she was in the gun vault a minute ago." Calleigh replied. "She's comparing the murder weapon to a few other guns of the same make, to see if there's anything different about it that might be helpful."
Eric raised an eyebrow. "Was that your idea?"
"I thought of it. But she was the first to actually suggest it." Calleigh admitted. "A girl after my own heart."
"I'm getting nothing." Maria groaned as she shut the door behind her. "We might as well have never found the damn gun, it's useless." Her eyes widened when she saw Eric. "Hey."
"Hey." Eric replied, not really knowing what else to say.
Calleigh looked back and forth between the two of them for a moment. "And now, 'When Awkward Moments Attack.'"
"Don't start, Calleigh." Maria warned.
"I'm just going to go check in with Laura." Calleigh said with a knowing smile. She left the room quickly, leaving Eric and Maria alone.
Eric took a deep breath and broke the silence. "So..."
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TBC...
Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with CSI: Miami, and all you'd get if you sued me is a laptop and a couple pairs of really nice shoes. Hardly seems worth it, right?
Rating: R (The usual language, plus some sexual references.)
Pairing: Eric/Maria (OC)
Spoilers: "Dispo Day"
Feedback: Please! But be nice. If I wanted to be criticized, I'd call my sister ;)
Jacqueline ~ Huh…what makes you think Maria's gonna behave like a whore? Oh, right, you've read THAT story. Hee. Yes, Maria is quite the anti-Sue, eh?
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His hand flailed uselessly for a moment before slapping the snooze button on his alarm clock. It felt like he had just fallen asleep seconds earlier. Muttering groggily, he turned over and reached for her...
...and felt nothing.
He opened his eyes slowly. She wasn't there, and the spot where she had been lying beside him was cold. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking around the room. Her purse wasn't on the desk any more, and her clothes, which had been strewn around the room, were gone.
Had she even been there at all? Or had it just been a dream?
No, that wasn't possible. He could still feel her writhing beneath him, could still taste her on his lips, could still hear her gasping his name. Closing his eyes again, he could still see her clearly, her green eyes closing slightly and her head dropping back against the pillow as he pinned her to the bed, thrusting into her slowly, rhythmically.
He never remembered dreams so clearly.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he struggled to remember how it had all happened. From the first moment their lips had touched, he'd known he was a goner. It had taken every ounce of self-control that he had not to rip her clothes off and take her right there on the couch. He'd held back, decided that he would let her dictate how far they would go. Truth be told, he hadn't been all that surprised when she had pulled him off the couch and led him down the hall to the bedroom. More than anything, he'd been relieved. As much as he had wanted her, he knew he would stop in an instant if she'd asked him to.
She hadn't, of course. In fact, at several points, she had practically begged him not to stop. As if he could have, even if he had wanted to.
And now she was gone, having left some time ago, leaving behind no trace that she had ever been there at all.
He lay down again, this time resting his head on the pillow that she had used. Inhaling deeply, he found the proof that she had been there, the lingering scent of her perfume. He buried his face in it, letting it completely overwhelm his senses, just as she had done only a few hours ago.
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She let the water run over her, not caring that it was freezing. Hell, she needed to cool off.
Part of her wanted to remember every single detail of the previous night. Another part of her wanted to wash away every trace of him that was left on her body, and the memories of what they had done.
It wasn't that she was ashamed. It was the complete opposite, she didn't feel at all insecure or guilty. She had seduced him, and let him seduce her, and loved every minute of it. It had been pure lust coupled with an unbelievable adrenaline rush, and the results had been absolutely mind-blowing. He had left her feeling completely drained and yet immensely powerful.
She loved the way she was feeling. What had happened between them had been wrong on so many levels. They weren't a couple, they weren't friends, they were barely even colleagues, they'd known each other for less than a day. And yet, she just didn't care. And that was the one thing that did bother her. Somehow, it seemed wrong that she could feel so nonchalant about it all.
Feeling guilty about not feeling guilty. She smirked and shook her head at the thought. She had to be losing her mind.
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Tim knew something was up the second Eric walked into the lab. He had a huge, goofy grin plastered across his face, and he was practically strutting.
"I'd say 'good morning,' but from the look on your face, I think that might be redundant." Tim said.
"This, my friend, is a great morning." Eric replied. "Is Maria here yet?"
"Holy shit." Tim muttered, putting two and two together instantly. That certainly would explain Eric's mood. "You slept with her?"
Eric shrugged. "We didn't sleep."
"You've known her for twenty-four hours." Tim said, incredulous.
"It was more like twelve at the time."
Tim shook his head. "Unbelievable."
"Yeah, it was." Eric smirked. He saw the look Tim was giving him. "Hey, clean your gun, then judge me."
"Are you and Calleigh ever going to let me hear the end of that?" Tim asked.
Eric laughed, glad that his attempt at changing the subject had worked. "We nag because we care."
"Yeah, yeah, that's what she keeps telling me. Didn't know you cared that much." Tim said, rolling his eyes. "And don't change the subject-" He looked up and realized Eric was gone.
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"Calleigh, have you seen Maria?" Eric asked.
"Uh, she was in the gun vault a minute ago." Calleigh replied. "She's comparing the murder weapon to a few other guns of the same make, to see if there's anything different about it that might be helpful."
Eric raised an eyebrow. "Was that your idea?"
"I thought of it. But she was the first to actually suggest it." Calleigh admitted. "A girl after my own heart."
"I'm getting nothing." Maria groaned as she shut the door behind her. "We might as well have never found the damn gun, it's useless." Her eyes widened when she saw Eric. "Hey."
"Hey." Eric replied, not really knowing what else to say.
Calleigh looked back and forth between the two of them for a moment. "And now, 'When Awkward Moments Attack.'"
"Don't start, Calleigh." Maria warned.
"I'm just going to go check in with Laura." Calleigh said with a knowing smile. She left the room quickly, leaving Eric and Maria alone.
Eric took a deep breath and broke the silence. "So..."
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TBC...
