Title: The Fake Engagement 9

Author: Dylan

Disclaimer: See previous chapters

Spoilers: None

(A/N) So it's been, what, 2-3 weeks since I've update-what do you mean, 8 months:begins to edge away:…Sorry, troops. sheepish smile Oh, well…here's your part of fantasy fluff that will NEVER happen on the series.

The Fake Engagement 9

Calleigh stretched languorously, her mind drowsy, yet her senses keenly aware of the man who lay next to her. A small smile appeared on her lips as she remembered who they'd mutually agreed to sleeping together on the bed, even thought they needn't to discuss it.

Not wanting to jinx the moment, Calleigh shut her mind down and snuggled deeper into Horatio's strong arms, reveling in the fact that she was indeed spooned against her supervisor. After a few moments of squealing in joy inwardly, she felt Horatio's chest rise and fall, a sign that she'd come to indicate that he was waking.

Suddenly unsure about how he would react to her in his arms, she stilled, pretending to be asleep. Cursing at her inept cowardliness, she began to wonder if Horatio was waking up due to his lack of movement but when she felt a warm finger trail across her cheek, she knew he was up.

She bit back a gasp, but couldn't resist her lips curving upwards. She realized that he didn't know that she was awake as well, she figured, because she knew he wouldn't skim her face-

Oh, goodness!

Horatio was dropping soft whispery kisses along her jaw line, and it took all of Calleigh's control to clamp her legs shut, so she would embarrass herself by sliding them between his.

She had a vision of Horatio moving from jaw line kisses to her own mouth, and heard a small whimper from next to her. To her surprise and humiliation, she realized that it had come from her, and sighed with disappointment when Horatio stopped.

Convinced that he probably thought she was awake, she attempted to shift and stretch as if she too was just waking up.

Opening her bleary own, she met a pair of midnight blue eyes, half-lidded and looking at her in such a way that made her toes curl in happiness and a rush of sexual adrenaline flush her body.

She was suddenly aware of a comforting weight on her waist and a quick peek downwards assured her it was Horatio's hand. He blinked and his orbs became clear and open. A tint of pink stained his cheeks and Calleigh grinned at herself, amazed that she could invoke an emotion like that in him.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," Horatio might have disguised the want in his eyes but his low voice rumbled through his chest and Calleigh felt it vibrate against her pleasantly, too husky to be mere professional.

She pushed all the inappropriate thoughts away and gave him a slow smile, looking over his shoulder to see the clock. As the red digits glared back at her accusingly and registered in her mind, she looked back at Horatio and slapped his shoulder good-naturally.

"Horatio, it's 3 in the afternoon!"

Horatio nodded, his face completely content and serene, "Ah, Cal, we deserve a little sleeping in after last night, don't you think?"

Calleigh sighed upwards, the motion making her slight bangs flutter up and down, and she subtly tucked her head back under Horatio's chin.

The duo took on a mutual look of distain when they remembered the events from the previous evening. After Calleigh 'lost' her appetite, Sally and her 'hunky' Hagen decided to cut the dinner short because of some certain activities that couldn't be resisted.

Horatio broke back into her thoughts, and momentarily surprised her by saying casually, "This is nice…" His voice trailed off, somewhat hesitant and apprehensive of his limits. Calleigh beamed, putting him at ease, and she replied gently, "Yeah…it really is."

She felt Horatio physically relax under her touch and she felt herself drift into sleep with a content smile on her face.

When Calleigh awoke again, she felt emptiness next to her, where Horatio should have been. She looked up in time to see the bathroom door open quietly and the man in question came out, a towel slung low on his hips. A small gasp uttered from her lips, and she politely averted her eyes, pretending once again she was asleep, even though she was storing the image for future use.

Calleigh admonished herself, but felt the dampness between her legs when Horatio, assuming she was still with the sandman, reached over to grab his watch from the nightstand.

A dozen of scents assaulted Calleigh's senses. The smell of soap, spicy cologne and a heady musk that was purely Horatio invoked a feminine feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Pressing it down, she waited until she heard the rustling of clothes was done, and then hoping he was done, she opened her eyes drowsily.

According to the clock, it was 7:30 p.m and she hadn't felt this satisfied since…well. It'd been so long, she'd forgotten when she'd been satisfied. Glancing up, she saw Horatio looking at her with an amused look on his face.

She thought she saw a knowing glint in his eyes but it disappeared.

"Good sleep?" Horatio asked, his voice soft and teasing.

Calleigh pushed back the covers, and ran a hand through her tangled hair. It was too hot in the room then.

"Oh, the best…" She replied, embarrassed at how breathy her voice sounded.

Clearing her seductive tone, she nodded to his casual clothing, remembering the event, "Going to John's bachelor party?" She couldn't resist the offhanded tone she used, not particularly liking the idea of Horatio going to a party consisting of half naked women.

Horatio nodded, but raised a finger, "Only out of respect. The man let us stay in his house." Calleigh smirked, "Really? And it had nothing to do with the women that might be at that party?"

She regretted it the moment it came out of her mouth. Horatio's eyes darkened and he neared the bed. Standing next to her, looking down, he looked Calleigh in her eyes and answered with a firmly.

"Absolutely not."

Calleigh smiled at him, "You're a diamond in the rough, Mr. Caine." Horatio just smiled at her, but his eyes remained serious. He nodded to her, "And you're just going to stay in bed?"

Calleigh flung out her arms playfully, and fell onto the pillows, not noticing the way her shirt rose with the motion. Horatio's eyes darted between the slice of fair skin and her face as she continued. "That's the plan! The less I see Barbie, the more I'm happy. Plus," she made a face at him, "Did you know you really hog the bed?"

Horatio opened his mouth to defend himself, but she rambled onwards. "Anyway, I bet you 10 that Sally herself will be one of the strippers there."

Horatio raised an eyebrow, "Well, this party is sounding worse and worse."

Calleigh scooted over, adrenaline rushing through her, "Well, you could always say you're sick…"

She patted the bed, her voice containing a teasing lilt. Her mouth went dry when Horatio considered the suggestion, his eyes sweeping over her lithe form.

"As irresistible as that sounds," Horatio began, "I'll have to pass." He winked at her, "Even a diamond in the rough has a reputation to keep up." Calleigh laughed, before Horatio leaned over and dropped a soft his on her hair. "See you later, Calleigh."

TBC…