A Little Bit of Texas: Speed

Part Seven

The next time he woke he was alone, the sun was blazing outside, and he could hear the shower in the next room. He stretched and checked his watch. It was almost noon. The shower stopped and a few minutes later Dayna walked out. She was dressed in blue jeans and a grey T-shirt, her wet hair pulled back in her daily ponytail.

"You're awake. Good morning." Dayna walked over and kissed him. Speed kissed her back, running his fingers through her hair, taking out her hairband.

When the kissed stopped he looked at her for a second, then handed her the band. "I'm sorry, I just love the way your hair feels."

"I'll leave it down," she smiled. "Do you want to use the shower?"

"I'd rather use mine. Then I can change my clothes, brush my teeth, shave ... you know, all the civilized things."

"You shave?" she said, then laughed at his expression. "You need to take me to my car, too."

They got on the bike, and started the drive. At the first stoplight, though, Speed twisted around and asked, "Hey, are you hungry?" He had to holler to be heard through the helmets and over the bike. Dayna just nodded. Speed changed direction, and headed for his home.

As they walked into his apartment, he threw his keys on the side table. "Let me get cleaned up, and I'll make you lunch."

"You cook?" Dayna asked.

"I grew up in restaurant kitchens -- picked up a thing or two. Make yourself at home."

A quick shower, a quick shave, and brushing his teeth got him back to feeling human. He had decided to make chicken with a lemon and caper sauce. It was quick, easy, and could relied on to impress. He grinned at himself in the mirror. He put on a black button down shirt and a pair of jeans.

He walked back into the living room, hearing soft music playing on his sound system. Dayna was looking through his records and CDs, barefoot and cross-legged on the carpet. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her gun in its holster on the counter to the kitchen. She noticed him, put the record back with the collection and stood up. She walked over to him, and stood close.

"Last night was the most perfect night of my life. Want to know what my favorite part was?"

Speed nodded.

"When we were dancing at the club, and you had your arms around me. I want to dance like that again. Will you dance with me like that again?"

Speed wrapped his arms around her. They began to move softly move to the music. Last night, when they had both been tired, the dance had felt bonding, wholesome, maybe even a little domestic: a feeling that he could have held her like that forever. He realized now that had been the feeling in his chest, he couldn't recognize it at the time.

Now that he had slept, feeling her rub against him, even slightly, sent Speed's mind in directions that did not include lunch. He leaned his head down to her neck and inhaled deeply. He kissed her neck, moved up to her ear, licking the lobe. Dayna giggled, and Speed stopped and looked at her.

"Now would probably be a good time to let you know that I'm incredibly ticklish," she said.

"Oh really? Ticklish where, exactly?" Speed asked. He touched her side, and saw her jerk away laughing. She backed away, still laughing. He slowly followed her, his fingers waving in the air. "You know, I think I'm going to like this."

"Like what, exactly?" Dayna asked, putting the table between them. Speed walked around, step by step, not hurrying.

"Like this," he said, then ran over to her, catching her easily. He raced his fingers over her side and neck. She screeched, and laughed, actually falling to the ground as she tried to twist away from his feather touches. He went to the ground with her, stretched out, pinning her beneath him. He stopped tickling, and looked at her. She was still laughing in spurts when he leaned in. He kissed her, and he started moving his hands again, this time not tickling, but stroking her skin. Her hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it, then using the fabric to pull him closer, their mouths sealed to each other. Tim grinned while still kissing her, and that was the only warning he gave her as he tickled her again. Having her wiggle beneath was a tactical error; much more and he wouldn't be able to get his pants off in time.

Periodic table? Images of Dayna changing clothes into that red dress flashed through his mind. That's not going to work.

He rolled off her, stood up, and helped her to her feet. He walked her backwards into his bedroom, pulling her shirt over her head. He turned on the light as they walked past the switch.

He ran the back of his fingers over her breast, loving how soft they were. Dayna finished taking the shirt off of him. She ran her hands over his chest, sliding her hands down until they met his jeans. Her hands scrambled with the belt for a second, she pulled it tight, then loose, pulling it through the loops of his jeans.

Speed pulled Dayna's brassiere straps off her shoulders, kissing the top of her left shoulder as he reached around her back, unhooking her black bra. He drew the lacy undergarment away from her, letting it drop to the floor. Seeing her breasts free, he felt his blood pound through him. His lips curled up, smiling in appreciation and anticipation.

Dayna looked at him, her eyes so dilated only the smallest ring of grey surrounded the pupil. She reached up and traced his smile with the fingers of her right hand. Her breathing was shallow, and she grinned up at him. She tried to unclasp his jeans as he tried to hers, but it got complicated. They separated long enough for each to remove their own, and stood facing each other, completely naked.

Tim guided Dayna to the bed, laying her down, and stretching out beside her. He ran his hands along her skin, touching every part he could reach. She caught his face with her hands, pulling her to him. He discovered where she liked to be touched by paying attention to her breathing. When she started breathing faster and lighter, he kept his hand there longer. The small of her back, the area around her navel, the sides of her breasts. His hand went between her legs, and she stopped breathing altogether. He played with her lightly until her nails started digging into his back. He rolled on top of her, but didn't enter her yet. He kissed her breasts, rolling a nipple with his teeth.

"Jesus. Christ." Dayna got out, separating each word. "If I had known you were sadistic, I never would have started this."

It better be now. He reached over to the table, pulled the drawer and grabbed a condom.

"Tell me what you like," he got out between his teeth, putting the rubber on.

She started laughing, making Tim pause. "At this point? I would like you in me. Now."

"Your wish, my command." He tried to go in slowly, but lost a little of his control, and entered her completely with his first stroke. Tight. Oh Christ, tight. He held himself absolutely still, breathing into her hair, fighting his own body for control.

"Tim?"

"Stay really still for a second, babe, or I'm going to live up to my nickname." He slowly began to move, stroking in and out, his weight on his forearms.

"Don't you dare hold back on me," Dayna said into his ear, her legs hooked around his, her hands on his back.

His conscious mind shut down, and he slammed into her again and again, this time not being able to slow down. He watched her eyes close, felt her tighten on him, and felt his body start to turn to fire as Dayna shuddered underneath him. Fireworks.

"Now what?" Dayna asked him.

"If you give me a few minutes to recover, I've got some ideas."

They had eventually ordered out. Chinese delivered to the door was more convenient for them, the saved time being used for things much more fun than cooking.

They were eating in the bed, Tim leaning up against the headboard. Dayna had pulled on his discarded shirt from the other room, but hadn't put on anything else. Her knees where on either side of his thighs, and she was resting her weight on her heels, her feet flat against the bed.

"That's not what I meant." Dayna said, after swallowing her food. Then she paused, "Really? Again?"

Tim raised and lowered his eyelids at her quickly. He would have smirked, but was chewing. During the second session of the night he had tried tickling her during the act, and could feel her laugh up and down his length. He had never experienced that before, and was intensely interested in having it happen again. Soon.

"So what do you mean?" Speed put his fork into the container, and ran his hand up her thigh.

"We're going to take this a day at a time, right?"

Speed nodded at her, then thought about what she was asking. He made his living looking beyond the obvious – sometimes annoying in the "real" world, but sometimes a lifesaver. Like now, for instance. "Why don't we start with the assumption of an exclusive relationship, and take everything else a day at a time." And that was the right thing to say, Speed thought, as Campbell took his container from him, and put both on the side table. She grinned wickedly as she unbuttoned the shirt she had appropriated.

Leaning down, she whispered into his ear, "You recovered yet?"

"So, who do you think is going to give us the harder time? CSI or Homicide?" Dayna asked Speed as they finished up breakfast.

"Homicide. Definitely." Speed said. He picked up the plates and put them in his sink. "Your car has been there since I picked you up Monday evening -- I'm getting you back Wednesday morning. The building is full of detectives, and it's not that hard to put together. On top of that, cops are more relentless when it comes to getting into personal lives than scientists. I think you're going to have a much harder time than I am."

"You don't think the other CSIs are going to tease you?"

"Sure, but not like you're going to get. Plus I'm a guy. When people find out who you're sleeping with, you'll lose some of your mystery. When they find out who I'm sleeping with, it just make me more manly."

Dayna looked at him, then shook her head, "Oh damn. You're not kidding. And you're right. That's not fair."

"Fair?"

"Well, it's not. Okay, I'm ready to take 'em all on. Let's go," Dayna walked to the door, motorcycle helmet in hand, badge back on the chair around her neck, gun on her side.

"You realize you two can no longer work on cases together," Horatio said from his side of the table.

"I figured as much. Let me guess, something about being distracted, not giving the case one hundred percent," Speed said from the visitor chair in Horatio's office.

"Would you? Would you be able to work a case as efficiently if you knew Dayna was going to be on it?" Horatio looked genuinely curious.

"You work cases with Yelina all the time."

"Yelina is family, which is not exactly the same thing as working a case with your girlfriend. And that question, by the way, was a not very subtle evasion."

"I honestly don't know what would be more distracting ... working on a case with her and seeing her possibly in danger, or not working on it with her and never knowing when she was going up against something that could hurt her. Bethany doesn't exactly bake cookies for a living, how do you deal with it?" Speed asked.

"We talk a lot." Horatio smiled as Speed rolled his eyes. "The first time she came home with stitches was the first fight we had. It's hard knowing that someone you love could be hurt any day, but we're hardly the first people to deal with it. You weight the fear against the love, and try to make every minute with them count."

"I don't know how to be that 'Hallmark-y'."

"You'll learn, or you'll lose her. Let's get out of here, we've got cases," H stood up with Tim, and the two men walked out of the office.

"Hey, H?" Speed said before they took separate halls. "Thanks."

"Anytime."