Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, including Tim
Speedle, (sigh), but hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
Rating: R, R, and more R
Pairings: Speed/OC, Speed/Calleigh, Calleigh/?
Summary: The team searches for a serial killer before he strikes again, bringing an old flame back to Miami and destroying Tim's precarious relationship with Calleigh.
A/N: This story just would not leave me alone! I went back and re- read it the other day and decided that I could do better. Therefore, I am reposting the story with corrections, no major changes. This time, I have given a lot more backstory on the fight that broke Tim and Leanna up, among other things.
Prologue:
Tim sat in the window seat of his bedroom, clad only in a pair of plaid cotton boxers. Quietly opening the window, he lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips. Moonlight danced through the filmy curtains, casting intermittent shadows over the features of the woman sleeping in his bed. He rested his back against the wall and propped his feet up on the other side, closing his eyes and absorbing the soft sounds of the Miami night.
I wasn't prepared, he thought, turning his head slightly to gaze at her. Soft amber curls cascaded across her pillow, the red a stark contrast to the ivory of Tim's cotton pillowcases. He imagined her bright green eyes dancing beneath their lids, dreaming only of him. One hand was tucked beneath her pillow and the other had come to rest in the middle of the bed when Tim had rolled out of it a few moments ago.
She'd come home, he reminded himself, but not for him. She'd come back for a case, for Horatio. She wasn't his any more, and yet she still possessed every fiber of his soul. His worst fears had been realized the moment she'd stepped off the plane. He still loved her.
They don't understand, he sighed, flicking ashes into an empty beer bottle. How could anyone possibly understand how he'd so easily taken this woman back into his life, back into his bed? They didn't understand, because they didn't love her the way he loved her.
"Tim?" She'd woken, but hadn't moved. He turned to watch her again.
"Yeah, babe?"
She stroked the spot Tim had occupied when she'd fallen asleep with her fingertips. "I'm awfully lonely over here all by myself."
A grin tugged at his lips. He exhaled the last drag of his cigarette, quickly shoving the remnant into the bottle and standing. He teased, "Maybe you should snuggle up to your pillow."
She smiled sleepily. "My pillow can't give me what I want right now."
He crossed over to the bed and slid in next to her. Tracing her cheek with his fingertip, he asked quietly, "And what's that?"
She snuggled closer to him and wrapped her leg around his waist. Her lips trailed hot kisses on his neck. He moaned as her hand slid seductively down his chest. "You."
Rating: R, R, and more R
Pairings: Speed/OC, Speed/Calleigh, Calleigh/?
Summary: The team searches for a serial killer before he strikes again, bringing an old flame back to Miami and destroying Tim's precarious relationship with Calleigh.
A/N: This story just would not leave me alone! I went back and re- read it the other day and decided that I could do better. Therefore, I am reposting the story with corrections, no major changes. This time, I have given a lot more backstory on the fight that broke Tim and Leanna up, among other things.
Prologue:
Tim sat in the window seat of his bedroom, clad only in a pair of plaid cotton boxers. Quietly opening the window, he lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips. Moonlight danced through the filmy curtains, casting intermittent shadows over the features of the woman sleeping in his bed. He rested his back against the wall and propped his feet up on the other side, closing his eyes and absorbing the soft sounds of the Miami night.
I wasn't prepared, he thought, turning his head slightly to gaze at her. Soft amber curls cascaded across her pillow, the red a stark contrast to the ivory of Tim's cotton pillowcases. He imagined her bright green eyes dancing beneath their lids, dreaming only of him. One hand was tucked beneath her pillow and the other had come to rest in the middle of the bed when Tim had rolled out of it a few moments ago.
She'd come home, he reminded himself, but not for him. She'd come back for a case, for Horatio. She wasn't his any more, and yet she still possessed every fiber of his soul. His worst fears had been realized the moment she'd stepped off the plane. He still loved her.
They don't understand, he sighed, flicking ashes into an empty beer bottle. How could anyone possibly understand how he'd so easily taken this woman back into his life, back into his bed? They didn't understand, because they didn't love her the way he loved her.
"Tim?" She'd woken, but hadn't moved. He turned to watch her again.
"Yeah, babe?"
She stroked the spot Tim had occupied when she'd fallen asleep with her fingertips. "I'm awfully lonely over here all by myself."
A grin tugged at his lips. He exhaled the last drag of his cigarette, quickly shoving the remnant into the bottle and standing. He teased, "Maybe you should snuggle up to your pillow."
She smiled sleepily. "My pillow can't give me what I want right now."
He crossed over to the bed and slid in next to her. Tracing her cheek with his fingertip, he asked quietly, "And what's that?"
She snuggled closer to him and wrapped her leg around his waist. Her lips trailed hot kisses on his neck. He moaned as her hand slid seductively down his chest. "You."