Title: The Fake Engagement [6/?]
Author: Dylan
Disclaimer: See previous chapters
Spoilers: None
(A/N) Sorry for the long wait...I was actually working on 2 other
stories...lol...and my weekend was so busy, I didn't even have time to go on
the computer, until yesterday night. The song is Lonestar, 'Only You and
You Alone' and obviously doesn't belong to me. Toodles!
The Fake Engagement [6/?]
Calleigh shivered in her clothes, as the wind brushed under her fair, making it flow behind her. Even though she wore a thick jacket, the breeze was still able to penetrate the tough denim.
"Why Ontario, of all places?" Calleigh asked out loud, and both Horatio and Hagen answered.
"Ontario has its beautiful days..."
"Sally wanted it."
Calleigh stifled a grin at the puppy-dog personality Hagen had for his fiancée, and then looked at Horatio with a questioning glance. "How do you know how Ontario is?"
Horatio shrugged, "I've come here, once or twice." After a closer look, he noticed Calleigh shivering, and wordlessly pulled her to him, sharing the heat they both had.
"You'll get used to the cold," Horatio murmured in Calleigh's ear, his warm breath tickling her ear, and she giggled involuntarily.
Horatio's calm look turned into one of amusement, clearly having heard the tinkling laughter. She recomposed herself, by clearing her throat and Hagen informed them of the weather, "Tomorrow's going to be extremely warm so don't worry."
Sally let out an overdramatic gasp, turning to Calleigh," We MUST go shopping, darling! We still need to get a dress for you!"
Calleigh furrowed her brow in confusion, as the two men strode ahead, "But I already brought a dress," She explained, but it fell on deaf ears.
"No, you're going to be my bridesmaid! And I found the most beautiful dress!" Sally paused, "After mine, of course." Calleigh resisted the impulse to roll her eyes, and let Sally continue.
"This dress will certainly grab your honey's attention, because..." At this, Sally plucked at Calleigh's clothes, "Frankly, this isn't doing anything for you."
She went ahead to their car, a silver Lexus, and left Calleigh, staring, open-mouthed after her. Horatio came up beside her, and placed his hand on her shoulder, and Calleigh spoke, somewhat hesitantly. "What nerve of that women! Horatio...is there something wrong with my clothes?"
Since her back was towards him, she didn't see the appraising look Horatio gave her, and he reassured her, "Never was, never is, and never will be."
Calleigh gave him a smile, then turning away from his intense gaze. "C'mon," She said, grabbing Horatio's arm, "They're waiting for us."
They walked up to, and into the ridiculously furnished car, and as Hagen started the vehicle, the radio tuned on, allowing a deep male voice fill the backseat, where the duo were sitting.
Al Green, Horatio thought to himself, and once after many years, relaxed and began to hum to the song, involuntarily. "And I'm...so in love with you...and everything you want to do...is fine by me..."
Calleigh shot him an amused look, "What?" Horatio asked, noticing Calleigh's gaze.
Calleigh shook her head, smiling to herself, "Nothing...you just didn't seem-- -I mean, I didn't know you liked Al Green."
Horatio gave her a half-smile, and leaned closer, whispering, "You don't know a lot of things about me, Calleigh."
She looked away, "Obviously." Her pain-filled voice stabbed at Horatio's heart, and he backpedaled. Taking hold of her arms, he shifted her to her back was to his chest.
"That's-what-we're-here-for," He said, and bent down to give her a soft, lingering kiss on her bare neck, his lips barely brushing her skin. Calleigh gasped at the electricity suddenly flowing through her body, and Sally turned around, "I hope you two are acting appropriately!"
Thanks to her, their moment was broken, as Horatio and Calleigh pulled away from each other, reluctantly, looking like two high schoolers caught necking by their principal.
After a few minutes of silence, they pulled into a driveway that lead up to a large house. No Calleigh figured getting out of the car, it was too big to be called a house, yet too small to be called a mansion.
Once they all were inside, Sally pointed up the marble staircase, "If you'll go to the right, you'll get mine and John's rooms. Your rooms are on the left." Horatio nodded and turned his head away sharply. Calleigh, suddenly concerned, looked around his lean shoulders, and saw him covering a deep yawn.
Hiding a smile, she turned back to Hagen and Sally, "I think we'll go upstairs and sleep off our jet-lag." Her suggestion fell on Hagen only, as Sally was already walking away, oblivious to anything but the lipstick in her hand.
Calleigh raised her eyebrows at Horatio, and he grinned back at her. Lightly placing his hand on her lower back, to help guide her. A tingling sensation producing, Calleigh smiled gratefully at Hagen, "Thank you for letting us stay here, John."
Hagen waved off the comment, "Sleep well." He said and walked off, in the direction Sally had wandered to.
"Odd sort of couple, aren't they?" Horatio lamented, as they got to their graciously furnished room. He sat on the bed and pulled out a file from his suitcase, and rifled through it.
Calleigh couldn't help the small grin that escaped her lips. Horatio Caine would always be Horatio Caine...even when he was acting engaged.
Shaking her head, she closed the file and sat in its place, turning around to place the folder on the bedside table. As she looked up, she then realized how dangerously close their faces were.
She blinked slowly, and smiled, "This is your vacation, Lieutenant, and that, just in case you don't know, that means no work."
Horatio presented her with a rare smile, one that was open to his soul, "Only if you promise not to call me Lieutenant, and realize that we're not only work partners anymore."
Calleigh shifted her gaze, replying with a small 'Deal'. She stood up, and walked over to her suitcase, opening it and rummaging through it, gradually picking up speed.
"Problem?" Horatio asked, noticing the frantic way Calleigh was searching. E stood up, and narrowly missed getting hit in the head with a black article of lingerie. With a smile, he made a mental note to ask Calleigh about it, as he went up behind her.
"My...bear...it's not here." Calleigh replied, her voice strangely high. She paused, now realizing she was complaining about her teddy bear to her boss...no, to her FIANCE.
Horatio slid his arms around her waist, and drew her to him, an intoxicating scent of his now-addictive aroma of vanilla and raspberry.
Calleigh visibly relaxed, and sunk into his arms, her back molding perfectly into his sturdy chest. "Why..." Horatio teased her, "Why would you need a teddy bear when you've got me?" He grinned to himself as Calleigh took a sharp intake of air.
"Enough with the making-fun-of-Calleigh," She said, pulling away, "I saw your yawn, mister, so you better get into bed and get some rest," She ordered, her southern hospitality working up, as she gathered her nightclothes and slipped into the bathroom.
Horatio lay on the bed, in the dark, after changing into a whit t-shirt, and blue boxer shorts, mulling over the day's events. After a few moments, the door opened, allowing a wide berth of light flow in, and revealed Calleigh in blue silk pajama bottoms and a plain white tank top that claimed, "I don't care what everyone else thinks, I do NOT snore!!"
Horatio caught his breath, not understanding how beautiful Calleigh looked in her pajamas. He then noticed the apprehension on her face, as she chewed on her bottom lip.
Horatio, ever the gentlemen, understood her cautiousness and sat up, "I can take the floor..." His rich voice filled the empty silence, and shook Calleigh out of her reverie.
"Oh! No, no, that's okay...really," Horatio patted the area next to him, interrupting her ramblings. "C'mere..." That simple word, and the meaning behind it, brought Calleigh to the bed, without thinking twice.
She slid into the warm covers and unknowingly, straight into Horatio's outstretched arm. His arm curled around her waist, so they were now spooning. A blond bun tickled Horatio chin, so with his free hand, he gently pulled Calleigh's hair loose, and her hair flowed down, fluttering over Horatio's face.
Calleigh struggled to get up, and tie her hair back up, not knowing how it came free, and apologizing for her unruly hair, but Horatio waved away her hands from her hair, and tugged it down, murmuring, "It looks better down..."
Calleigh switched on the radio with a jittering and, and the deep soulful voices of Lonestar filled the room, and with these words, Horatio and Calleigh fell asleep, Horatio's arm wrapped snugly around her waist, and Calleigh's hand subconsciously stroking his bare arm.
Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone
Can thrill me like you do
And fill my heart with love for only you
Only you can make this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
My one and only you
Only you can make this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
My one and only you
You're my dream come true
My one and only you
The Fake Engagement [6/?]
Calleigh shivered in her clothes, as the wind brushed under her fair, making it flow behind her. Even though she wore a thick jacket, the breeze was still able to penetrate the tough denim.
"Why Ontario, of all places?" Calleigh asked out loud, and both Horatio and Hagen answered.
"Ontario has its beautiful days..."
"Sally wanted it."
Calleigh stifled a grin at the puppy-dog personality Hagen had for his fiancée, and then looked at Horatio with a questioning glance. "How do you know how Ontario is?"
Horatio shrugged, "I've come here, once or twice." After a closer look, he noticed Calleigh shivering, and wordlessly pulled her to him, sharing the heat they both had.
"You'll get used to the cold," Horatio murmured in Calleigh's ear, his warm breath tickling her ear, and she giggled involuntarily.
Horatio's calm look turned into one of amusement, clearly having heard the tinkling laughter. She recomposed herself, by clearing her throat and Hagen informed them of the weather, "Tomorrow's going to be extremely warm so don't worry."
Sally let out an overdramatic gasp, turning to Calleigh," We MUST go shopping, darling! We still need to get a dress for you!"
Calleigh furrowed her brow in confusion, as the two men strode ahead, "But I already brought a dress," She explained, but it fell on deaf ears.
"No, you're going to be my bridesmaid! And I found the most beautiful dress!" Sally paused, "After mine, of course." Calleigh resisted the impulse to roll her eyes, and let Sally continue.
"This dress will certainly grab your honey's attention, because..." At this, Sally plucked at Calleigh's clothes, "Frankly, this isn't doing anything for you."
She went ahead to their car, a silver Lexus, and left Calleigh, staring, open-mouthed after her. Horatio came up beside her, and placed his hand on her shoulder, and Calleigh spoke, somewhat hesitantly. "What nerve of that women! Horatio...is there something wrong with my clothes?"
Since her back was towards him, she didn't see the appraising look Horatio gave her, and he reassured her, "Never was, never is, and never will be."
Calleigh gave him a smile, then turning away from his intense gaze. "C'mon," She said, grabbing Horatio's arm, "They're waiting for us."
They walked up to, and into the ridiculously furnished car, and as Hagen started the vehicle, the radio tuned on, allowing a deep male voice fill the backseat, where the duo were sitting.
Al Green, Horatio thought to himself, and once after many years, relaxed and began to hum to the song, involuntarily. "And I'm...so in love with you...and everything you want to do...is fine by me..."
Calleigh shot him an amused look, "What?" Horatio asked, noticing Calleigh's gaze.
Calleigh shook her head, smiling to herself, "Nothing...you just didn't seem-- -I mean, I didn't know you liked Al Green."
Horatio gave her a half-smile, and leaned closer, whispering, "You don't know a lot of things about me, Calleigh."
She looked away, "Obviously." Her pain-filled voice stabbed at Horatio's heart, and he backpedaled. Taking hold of her arms, he shifted her to her back was to his chest.
"That's-what-we're-here-for," He said, and bent down to give her a soft, lingering kiss on her bare neck, his lips barely brushing her skin. Calleigh gasped at the electricity suddenly flowing through her body, and Sally turned around, "I hope you two are acting appropriately!"
Thanks to her, their moment was broken, as Horatio and Calleigh pulled away from each other, reluctantly, looking like two high schoolers caught necking by their principal.
After a few minutes of silence, they pulled into a driveway that lead up to a large house. No Calleigh figured getting out of the car, it was too big to be called a house, yet too small to be called a mansion.
Once they all were inside, Sally pointed up the marble staircase, "If you'll go to the right, you'll get mine and John's rooms. Your rooms are on the left." Horatio nodded and turned his head away sharply. Calleigh, suddenly concerned, looked around his lean shoulders, and saw him covering a deep yawn.
Hiding a smile, she turned back to Hagen and Sally, "I think we'll go upstairs and sleep off our jet-lag." Her suggestion fell on Hagen only, as Sally was already walking away, oblivious to anything but the lipstick in her hand.
Calleigh raised her eyebrows at Horatio, and he grinned back at her. Lightly placing his hand on her lower back, to help guide her. A tingling sensation producing, Calleigh smiled gratefully at Hagen, "Thank you for letting us stay here, John."
Hagen waved off the comment, "Sleep well." He said and walked off, in the direction Sally had wandered to.
"Odd sort of couple, aren't they?" Horatio lamented, as they got to their graciously furnished room. He sat on the bed and pulled out a file from his suitcase, and rifled through it.
Calleigh couldn't help the small grin that escaped her lips. Horatio Caine would always be Horatio Caine...even when he was acting engaged.
Shaking her head, she closed the file and sat in its place, turning around to place the folder on the bedside table. As she looked up, she then realized how dangerously close their faces were.
She blinked slowly, and smiled, "This is your vacation, Lieutenant, and that, just in case you don't know, that means no work."
Horatio presented her with a rare smile, one that was open to his soul, "Only if you promise not to call me Lieutenant, and realize that we're not only work partners anymore."
Calleigh shifted her gaze, replying with a small 'Deal'. She stood up, and walked over to her suitcase, opening it and rummaging through it, gradually picking up speed.
"Problem?" Horatio asked, noticing the frantic way Calleigh was searching. E stood up, and narrowly missed getting hit in the head with a black article of lingerie. With a smile, he made a mental note to ask Calleigh about it, as he went up behind her.
"My...bear...it's not here." Calleigh replied, her voice strangely high. She paused, now realizing she was complaining about her teddy bear to her boss...no, to her FIANCE.
Horatio slid his arms around her waist, and drew her to him, an intoxicating scent of his now-addictive aroma of vanilla and raspberry.
Calleigh visibly relaxed, and sunk into his arms, her back molding perfectly into his sturdy chest. "Why..." Horatio teased her, "Why would you need a teddy bear when you've got me?" He grinned to himself as Calleigh took a sharp intake of air.
"Enough with the making-fun-of-Calleigh," She said, pulling away, "I saw your yawn, mister, so you better get into bed and get some rest," She ordered, her southern hospitality working up, as she gathered her nightclothes and slipped into the bathroom.
Horatio lay on the bed, in the dark, after changing into a whit t-shirt, and blue boxer shorts, mulling over the day's events. After a few moments, the door opened, allowing a wide berth of light flow in, and revealed Calleigh in blue silk pajama bottoms and a plain white tank top that claimed, "I don't care what everyone else thinks, I do NOT snore!!"
Horatio caught his breath, not understanding how beautiful Calleigh looked in her pajamas. He then noticed the apprehension on her face, as she chewed on her bottom lip.
Horatio, ever the gentlemen, understood her cautiousness and sat up, "I can take the floor..." His rich voice filled the empty silence, and shook Calleigh out of her reverie.
"Oh! No, no, that's okay...really," Horatio patted the area next to him, interrupting her ramblings. "C'mere..." That simple word, and the meaning behind it, brought Calleigh to the bed, without thinking twice.
She slid into the warm covers and unknowingly, straight into Horatio's outstretched arm. His arm curled around her waist, so they were now spooning. A blond bun tickled Horatio chin, so with his free hand, he gently pulled Calleigh's hair loose, and her hair flowed down, fluttering over Horatio's face.
Calleigh struggled to get up, and tie her hair back up, not knowing how it came free, and apologizing for her unruly hair, but Horatio waved away her hands from her hair, and tugged it down, murmuring, "It looks better down..."
Calleigh switched on the radio with a jittering and, and the deep soulful voices of Lonestar filled the room, and with these words, Horatio and Calleigh fell asleep, Horatio's arm wrapped snugly around her waist, and Calleigh's hand subconsciously stroking his bare arm.
Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone
Can thrill me like you do
And fill my heart with love for only you
Only you can make this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
My one and only you
Only you can make this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
My one and only you
You're my dream come true
My one and only you