Author: Fallon Ash
Title: Veni Vidi Vici
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Calleigh Duquesne/Megan Donner
Disclaimer: The characters of CSI: Miami do not belong to me, but to CBS and the creators. I make no profit from this.
Archive: Must ask first.
Summary: "You watch the new girl because you think she will never notice." Three POVs, three parts, three thousand words.
Warning: Possible canon and timeline errors.
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Vidi
Megan is working late one evening, thinking she is the only one there, when
Calleigh sticks her head into the lab. She wants someone else to look at the
substance traces found on her bullet, someone with a little more experience in
chemistry. At least, that's what she says. So Megan follows her.
Megan doesn't mean to stand so close to her she can feel her body heat when she
leans forward to study the samples. Megan certainly doesn't mean to stand
rooted to the floor, pinned by Calleigh's gaze when she turns around inside her
personal space. And absolutely, under no circumstances does Megan mean to kiss
her, but she does all of these things. Finally noticing that she indeed is, she
scrambles backwards, fumbling for apologetic words, but Calleigh stops her with
one hand to her wrist and the other to her cheek.
"Did you really think I never noticed?" she asks.
Megan is genuinely surprised, because she didn't think Calleigh had noticed.
"I noticed you from the beginning," Calleigh continues, "but you were so happy
with Sean, and then…" shrugging awkwardly she looks away. "And then… It felt so
wrong to do anything, and then it felt like any opportunity I might gave had,
had passed…"
Megan's heart breaks at the resigned sadness in her eyes, but she has no idea
what to say, so she keeps quiet.
"Where we go from here is completely up to you." Calleigh seems to be the only
one capable of coherent speech. "We can take it slow, or not at all, or
whatever you like. I'll be here." And then Calleigh has kissed her and left
before Megan can tear her eyes away from the spot where she was just standing.
Megan remains frozen for a long time, remembering how Calleigh's lips felt
against her own, how Calleigh's hips fit snugly against hers, how Calleigh's
mouth tasted of coffee and lipstick.
She is in her car and almost home before she remembers that Calleigh's voice had
broken when she said 'or not at all'.
*
Calleigh avoids Megan for several days while Megan is too chicken to do
anything about it, but of course Horatio notices. He corners Megan in her lab
and informs her that Calleigh isn't sleeping and that she needs to talk to her.
How the fuck he knew; Megan has no idea. The bastard. She bristles at his
intrusion, but in the end drags herself over to Calleigh's lab.
Calleigh looks like she always does; all smiles and sunshine, until Megan comes
close enough to realize that there are bags under her eyes. She's covered them
so well Megan wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't been looking for them, and
suddenly she wonders again over Horatio's interest in all this.
She unsure of how to proceed, though, and stands there for a while. Calleigh's
watching her, eyes wide open, not judging, simply waiting. Megan realizes that
Calleigh's breathing shallowly, her pulse beating fast against the delicate
skin of her neck.
"Would you like to have dinner with me?" she finally blurts out, wanting to end
Calleigh's distress.
Briefly, a flicker of hope appears in Calleigh's eyes, but is shielded quickly.
"What kind of dinner?" she asks, the edge in her voice a little sharper, her
accent almost completely gone.
"The date kind of dinner," Megan replies, and she knows she made the right
choice when the tension around Calleigh's mouth fades, and she smiles and gives
Megan a chaste kiss.
*
They stumble into Megan's apartment where they come to an abrupt halt. Megan
runs her fingers through Calleigh's hair, marvelling that she gets to touch, to
feel, to be this close, and it's not a dream. The blonde tresses slip through
her fingers and Calleigh smiles at the look on her face.
"You sure this is ok?" Calleigh is doing a little marvelling herself. Megan
Donner just brought her home, and the intent certainly isn't co-workerly, or
even platonically friendly. No, this is so much more.
She tilts her head to the side as Megan's lips brush over her pulse point, and
Megan's lips are soft and wet, and she realizes she forgot to stand up when
Megan's arms suddenly slip around her waist, holding her to her.
"It's very ok." Megan's voice is soft, almost a whisper.
Calleigh's eyes are very big and very green when they meet Megan's brown. Calleigh
lifts her hands to cradle Megan's face, and pulls Megan's head down to kiss
her. Together they make their way further into the apartment, Megan
surreptitiously steering them towards the bedroom. But when they reach the bed
Megan suddenly grows wary. Calleigh, Calleigh is sitting on the edge of her
bed, Calleigh, perfect Calleigh, with her golden hair.
Calleigh has picked up on Megan's apprehension, and reaches out to grab her
hand, carefully guiding Megan to sit next to her. She twists around to face
her, holding both hands in her own much smaller ones.
"Megan. Megan, we don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with
tonight." But oh, how she wants to. She wants to run her hands through Megan's
hair, she wants to kiss her until she bruises, kiss every square inch of her
skin, find out if she'll sigh or moan if she bites down on that vulnerable spot
in the junction between belly and thigh, watch the expressions on her face when
she brings her higher, if she'll be silent of if she will hear her name on
those lips when she comes. Calleigh shudders inside.
Of course, the Calleigh Megan sees displays none of this. She's compassionate
and understanding, brushing her fingers over Megan's knuckles.
"Maybe I… could I just hold you tonight."
Calleigh wants to object; she doesn't think she'll last through the night. But
one more look in Megan's eyes, and she knows that any way she can be close to
this woman will be enough.
"Of course," she whispers, and kisses her, gently.´
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