Title: Ripped 1/? (Third in an ongoing series following "Blood Ties" and "Isolation.")
Disclaimer: (To the tune of "You Don't Own Me," by Leslie Gore) I don't own it, I'm not trying to claim it in any way. I don't own it, don't hunt me down cause I'll never pay!
Rating: Heavy R, *maybe* NC-17 (This one starts off with a...er, bang. Subsequent parts will be rated R.)
Pairings: Eric/Maria (OC), Tim/Calleigh
Feedback: Your feedback = my inspiration = more frequent updates.
Summary: A "non-relationship" that's rapidly unraveling, two "spectators" getting in on the action, an inconvenient family visit, and a serial killer who's mimicking the M.O of Jack the Ripper. In other words, a typically atypical day for our favorite CSIs.
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Maria's first thought when she opened her eyes was that she must have been in her own bed, and the previous night had been an unusually vivid and detailed dream. Because the other side of the bed was empty. But she was in Eric's apartment, in his bed. Then she remembered what day it was.
"Going to church?" She asked, rolling over to watch him get dressed. "Gonna confess all the sinful things you did to me last night? You shouldn't even bother, you know you're just going to do them to me again later."
"You could come with me." He offered, walking over to the bed and bending over so he was at her eye level.
"No thanks." She sighed, turning onto her back and letting the sheet that covered her slide off. His sharp intake of breath at the sight of her naked torso didn't go unnoticed. "My slate's too dirty to ever get wiped clean now. Besides, I'd probably burst into flames the second I walked through the door."
"Now you're just being melodramatic." Eric told her. Even as he spoke, his hand came to rest on her shoulder, then slowly slid down to her breasts.
"I don't get any of it." Maria replied. "Why bother going back, week after week, when nothing ever changes?"
Eric didn't have an answer to her question. And he didn't think she really wanted one, anyway. Besides, at that moment, the warmth and softness of her skin was making it increasingly difficult for him to even remember why he had gotten out of bed in the first place.
Almost before he even realized what he was doing, he was climbing back into the bed, as she moved aside to make room for him.
"You're a bad influence." He groaned before kissing her hungrily.
"You're too easily influenced." She countered, her slender fingers making quick work of his clothes as continued to kiss her.
"I can miss it once in a while."
"Stop talking." Maria said breathlessly, pulling him down on top of her. He complied willingly, running his hands over her body as she wrapped her legs around him. Feeling impatient, she arched against him, but he continued to touch her, slowly and lightly, driving her completely insane. She gasped whenever his fingers brushed over a sensitive spot. He knew exactly how and where to touch her, and it frightened her a little. How simply by laying his hands on her, he seemed to be able to take control of her.
She had no idea that at that moment, he was thinking almost the exact same thoughts about her. It was not supposed to be like this, he told himself. She was not supposed to have this kind of effect on him. They had agreed from the beginning, that this was not going to be a relationship. In fact, she had even used the term "non-relationship" to describe it.
As he finally gave her what she wanted and sank into her, he repeated the term in his head. That was all it was supposed to be.
He was not supposed to have become addicted to her.
And yet, here he was, watching her face contort with pleasure as he started a slow, steady rhythm, sliding in and out of her. He'd had casual sex with random women before. But this was not a one-night stand with some shallow slut he'd picked up in a bar. This was Maria, the smart, cynical, funny woman he'd been working with for two months.
He forced himself to concentrate on Maria, as he began to thrust harder and faster, matching the pace that she was moving against him with. He focused on how incredible she felt, how good his name sounded coming from her lips.
Maria bit her lower lip to keep from screaming, and shut her eyes tightly. She knew that if she opened them, she would see him watching her face, with a hungry, possessive look in his eyes. She'd seen that look before, though it seemed like such a long time ago. It brought back so many memories. Too many.
It seemed like hours later when she lifted her head off of his chest. His eyes were closed, but she quickly realized he wasn't asleep as she started to move of off him and his arms tightened around her waist.
Without even opening his eyes, Eric pulled her tightly against him and kissed her deeply.
She pulled away quickly and got out of the bed. "I have to go."
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"You're home late." Calleigh observed as Maria stumbled through the door. Watching her, Calleigh couldn't help but notice that her friend seemed agitated. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Maria replied flatly. "I'm on call today. You?"
"Yeah, me too." Calleigh said. "Are you sure you're all right?"
Maria didn't even look at her, just walked quickly past her, down the hallway to the bathroom. "I'm fine." She repeated. "I need to take a shower."
With that, she shut the bathroom door. Hard. A second later, Calleigh heard the click of the lock.
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TBC...
Disclaimer: (To the tune of "You Don't Own Me," by Leslie Gore) I don't own it, I'm not trying to claim it in any way. I don't own it, don't hunt me down cause I'll never pay!
Rating: Heavy R, *maybe* NC-17 (This one starts off with a...er, bang. Subsequent parts will be rated R.)
Pairings: Eric/Maria (OC), Tim/Calleigh
Feedback: Your feedback = my inspiration = more frequent updates.
Summary: A "non-relationship" that's rapidly unraveling, two "spectators" getting in on the action, an inconvenient family visit, and a serial killer who's mimicking the M.O of Jack the Ripper. In other words, a typically atypical day for our favorite CSIs.
__________________________________________
Maria's first thought when she opened her eyes was that she must have been in her own bed, and the previous night had been an unusually vivid and detailed dream. Because the other side of the bed was empty. But she was in Eric's apartment, in his bed. Then she remembered what day it was.
"Going to church?" She asked, rolling over to watch him get dressed. "Gonna confess all the sinful things you did to me last night? You shouldn't even bother, you know you're just going to do them to me again later."
"You could come with me." He offered, walking over to the bed and bending over so he was at her eye level.
"No thanks." She sighed, turning onto her back and letting the sheet that covered her slide off. His sharp intake of breath at the sight of her naked torso didn't go unnoticed. "My slate's too dirty to ever get wiped clean now. Besides, I'd probably burst into flames the second I walked through the door."
"Now you're just being melodramatic." Eric told her. Even as he spoke, his hand came to rest on her shoulder, then slowly slid down to her breasts.
"I don't get any of it." Maria replied. "Why bother going back, week after week, when nothing ever changes?"
Eric didn't have an answer to her question. And he didn't think she really wanted one, anyway. Besides, at that moment, the warmth and softness of her skin was making it increasingly difficult for him to even remember why he had gotten out of bed in the first place.
Almost before he even realized what he was doing, he was climbing back into the bed, as she moved aside to make room for him.
"You're a bad influence." He groaned before kissing her hungrily.
"You're too easily influenced." She countered, her slender fingers making quick work of his clothes as continued to kiss her.
"I can miss it once in a while."
"Stop talking." Maria said breathlessly, pulling him down on top of her. He complied willingly, running his hands over her body as she wrapped her legs around him. Feeling impatient, she arched against him, but he continued to touch her, slowly and lightly, driving her completely insane. She gasped whenever his fingers brushed over a sensitive spot. He knew exactly how and where to touch her, and it frightened her a little. How simply by laying his hands on her, he seemed to be able to take control of her.
She had no idea that at that moment, he was thinking almost the exact same thoughts about her. It was not supposed to be like this, he told himself. She was not supposed to have this kind of effect on him. They had agreed from the beginning, that this was not going to be a relationship. In fact, she had even used the term "non-relationship" to describe it.
As he finally gave her what she wanted and sank into her, he repeated the term in his head. That was all it was supposed to be.
He was not supposed to have become addicted to her.
And yet, here he was, watching her face contort with pleasure as he started a slow, steady rhythm, sliding in and out of her. He'd had casual sex with random women before. But this was not a one-night stand with some shallow slut he'd picked up in a bar. This was Maria, the smart, cynical, funny woman he'd been working with for two months.
He forced himself to concentrate on Maria, as he began to thrust harder and faster, matching the pace that she was moving against him with. He focused on how incredible she felt, how good his name sounded coming from her lips.
Maria bit her lower lip to keep from screaming, and shut her eyes tightly. She knew that if she opened them, she would see him watching her face, with a hungry, possessive look in his eyes. She'd seen that look before, though it seemed like such a long time ago. It brought back so many memories. Too many.
It seemed like hours later when she lifted her head off of his chest. His eyes were closed, but she quickly realized he wasn't asleep as she started to move of off him and his arms tightened around her waist.
Without even opening his eyes, Eric pulled her tightly against him and kissed her deeply.
She pulled away quickly and got out of the bed. "I have to go."
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"You're home late." Calleigh observed as Maria stumbled through the door. Watching her, Calleigh couldn't help but notice that her friend seemed agitated. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Maria replied flatly. "I'm on call today. You?"
"Yeah, me too." Calleigh said. "Are you sure you're all right?"
Maria didn't even look at her, just walked quickly past her, down the hallway to the bathroom. "I'm fine." She repeated. "I need to take a shower."
With that, she shut the bathroom door. Hard. A second later, Calleigh heard the click of the lock.
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TBC...