Louisiana Lovin'
CSI: Miami
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17…heh…did you think I could go a whole 3 chapters with no smut?
Spoilers: None, I made them up
Pairing: Eh, guess: Calleigh/Speed, duh!
Summary: "Speed, I promise it's only for this one night…or so."
Disclaimer: I own no part of this story. CSI: Miami belongs to CBS and my main man Jerry B.
AN: Ok, I have had his idea in my head for a really long time, like, I was gonna write it as an S Club fic and I haven't written one of those in forever, so I'm doing it as a CSI: Miami fic. It'll work better anyway. Please review! Thank you kindly.
Thank you very much to all my reviewers! Especially HGirl! You are the BEST reviewer EVER! I love the way you put the quotes and stuff…yeah, you're officially sweet at life. Anyway…
Chapter 3- Day 3
Tim woke up the next morning to the brilliant sunlight shining through the window and an empty bed. Rubbing the back of his neck he climbed out of bed and walked into the "living room slash kitchenette" as Calleigh had so accurately put it the morning before. He was greeted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. "Smells good," he commented, sitting down at the small round table across from her.
"Well, good morning, sleepy head." She smiled, looking up from the papers she was looking through. She was wearing a pale blue robe over her sweats, bringing out the vibrant blue of her eyes and her hair was pulled back sloppily in a loose bun. What surprised Tim the most was that she was wearing reading glasses.
"Since when do you wear glasses?" he asked.
Calleigh shrugged. "I only wear them when I'm too tired to read. I don't really need them, but when I first wake up my eyes go all blurry. I've been up long enough." She smiled, sliding them off.
"How long have you been up?"
"Since about 8."
It occurred to Tim he didn't know what time it was. It must have showed on his face, because Calleigh added, "It's just after 10 now."
Tim nodded. "So, that means breakfast is over?"
Calleigh laughed. "Do you really think I went down there looking like this? About an hour ago I called room service and ordered two omelets. Yours is in the microwave; I'll heat it up for you." She stood up to re-heat his omelet, getting a fork and a cup of coffee as he watched, amused.
"If I'd known you'd serve my every whim, I'd have married you a long time ago." He grinned as she set his breakfast down in front of him.
Calleigh rolled her eyes. "Don't get used to it." She sat down and started rifling through her papers again, glancing up every now and then to watch him eat. "You know, I've never seen you smile so much." She mused.
Tim shrugged. "You just have that affect on me, I guess."
"Well, you'll have to do without me from about noon ill five today." She told him, gesturing to the papers in front of her.
"Yeah, what is all that?" he asked. "And why so long?"
"These are the requirements and outlines and things I'm supposed to go over today," she said, gesturing to one pile. "And these are my notes and research about them, not that I actually need them, butt hey insisted," she gestured to the other pile. "It's going to take so long because from noon to 1:30 the board of directors has to review my presentation, then from 1:30 to 3:00 I have to compare what I'm doing with the guy who's running the beginner's course, and of course the meeting is from 3:00 to 5:00."
"So what am I supposed to do for five hours without you?"
"I'm sure you'll think of something." Calleigh said as she headed to the bathroom to take her shower.
"Faster! Oh god, go faster!" Calleigh moaned. "YES!"
Tim rolled his eyes as the elevator finally reached their floor and Calleigh jumped in, dragging him with her, and quickly pushing the 'door close' button, then the 'LL' button to get to the lobby. "I think we would have been fine." He said, referring to the fact that as they had reached the elevator Heidi had stepped out of someone else's room at the far end of the hall. Calleigh had pleaded with the elevator to get there before they had to hold it for her.
"She's the last person I want to be stuck in an elevator with." Calleigh frowned.
Tim didn't respond as they got off at the first floor. "I'll see you back at the room at 5:00, ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'll see you then." She said, before walking into the reception hall where her meeting was being held.
Tim sighed and realized he had no where to go and nothing to do. "Hey, stranger!" came from behind him.
Tim turned to see Eric coming up behind him. "Oh, hey."
"Haven't seen you since our first few minutes here; you meet a girl or something?" Eric teased.
Tim rolled his eyes. "You could say that. I heard you met someone, too."
Eric nodded. "I did. Her name's Cristina and she's great, but I found out the hard way she's got a husband back in Seattle." He grinned, fingering the tender spot on his cheek where she'd slapped him. Tim nodded knowingly. "I groveled on my hands and knees, but she was quick to forgive. We're just going to be friends." He shrugged. "So tell me about your girl."
Tim shook his head. "Over my dead body."
"Oh, come on, man! I spilled!"
"No way."
Eric sighed; there was no point in fighting with Tim. "Fine. What do you say we go get lunch?"
"Sounds like a plan," Tim nodded before they headed out.
Tim sighed as he and Eric took a seat in the back of the reception hall for their ballistics meeting.
"Calleigh would kill us if she knew we were sitting in the back." Eric grinned.
Tim didn't' want to think about Calleigh right then, so he quickly changed the subject. "Have you seen Horatio at all?" he asked.
Eric pointed toward the front of the room. "He's up there with some old friend from Chicago or something."
Tim nodded. "Alexx is so lucky she only has to come to a few of these things."
Eric didn't get a chance to respond before Heidi plopped down in the empty seat next to Tim. "Fancy meeting you here." She drawled sweetly.
Eric's eyebrows shot up. He gave Tim and playful punch in the arm. "You dog." He grinned. Tim rolled his eyes but didn't get his protest out before Eric walked away, leaving him alone with Heidi. "What was that all about?" she asked suspiciously.
"Nothing. That was just Eric being Eric. Now, is there something I can help you with?"
"Why aren't you at Calleigh's conference?"
"Because she's the ballistics expert, not me."
"Oh." They quieted down as some big guy, the complete opposite of Calleigh: tall, dark, and overweight, started to talk. Tim grinned to himself. 'So this it the number two ballistics expert in the country,' he thought. 'How ironic.'
The big guy, who introduced himself as Phil Webster, droned on for what seemed like forever. Apparently this didn't suit Heidi, so she turned back to Tim. "He's been talking forever!" she hissed.
"Try a half hour." He replied.
"Well, it seems like forever."
"Look, Calleigh would shoot me if she knew I was talking during a ballistics meeting, and she's not a bad shot."
"Man are you whipped." Heidi smirked.
"Am not!" he retorted.
"Whatever…so, I forgot, when's your wedding anniversary again?" she asked, a little too sweetly.
Tim's heart jumped into his throat. "October…" 'October what!' his mind screamed. "October…eleventh!"
"Took you awhile." She said suspiciously.
He shrugged. "I'm a guy, I'm not supposed to remember these things."
"So where'd you guys meet?"
"At work, duh."
"How long did you date before you got married?"
"Let's just say that I was married before I knew it."
"So you feel you rushed into things?"
Tim was getting tired of this. "No, I wouldn't trade Calleigh for anything else in the world." At least that part was true.
"Or anyone else?"
"Especially not anyone else." Why was she being so god damned nosey?
"I guess you love her then, huh?"
He looked at her incredulously. "Why the hell would I marry her if I didn't love her?" Calm down, Timmy Boy, you're acting like you're actually married to her.
"People do crazy things sometimes."
Tim relaxed in his seat. "You got me there."
This caught Heidi's interest. "What do you mean by that?"
"You ask a lot of questions don't you?"
"Well, you seem to have all the answers, just answer that one."
He shrugged. "I meant exactly what I said, sometimes people do crazy things."
"Like what?"
Exasperatedly, Tim said, "I don't know…bungee jumping, eating tarantulas, swimming with sharks, pissing off you ex-roommates husband…the list in endless."
Heidi grinned and held up her hands in mock surrender. "Touché."
For awhile they listened to Phil talking, until Heidi got bored again. "So what was your wedding like?"
It took everything Tim had in him not to slam his fist down on the table. "It was nice." He said, through gritted teeth.
"Just nice? Well, my wedding will be…" Now it was Heidi's turn to drone on about something that didn't interest Tim in the slightest; he didn't know who to ignore, her or Phil. As he battled it in his mind, Heidi had changed the subject to college days and, hearing Calleigh's name, he decided to listen. "…I mean, she did okay, but not nearly as good as me, and-"
"As well as I did." Tim corrected her, trying not to look smug.
"Whatever." She glared. Anyway, back in college I was on the swim team, debate team…" And Tim blocked her out again, praying this meeting would be over soon.
"You got yourself a nice one!" Eric slapped Tim on the back as they walked up the stairs to their rooms, because Tim didn't want to be stuck in the elevator with Heidi; he knew partly how Calleigh felt now, except she'd put up with her for four years and he for only a few days.
Tim groaned. "She not the girl I met!"
"Ok, relax, you just seemed pretty friendly talking through the whole meeting."
"No, she talked, I tried to shut her up."
Eric laughed. "Gotcha…hey, I thought you and H and Alexx were on the third floor, why'd you come all the way up here?" he asked as they exited the stairwell on the seventh floor.
"Oh, I, uh, need to get something from Calleigh."
"Ok, well, see you later." Eric said, disappearing into his room.
Tim nodded to no one and opened the door to his and Calleigh's room with the extra key she's given him. Her scent surrounded him as he stepped inside and he thought it dangerous if her mere scent could drive him crazy.
She poked her head out of the bathroom. "Hey, I thought I heard you come in." she smiled. "You wanna call room service and order us some dinner? We have to meet Satan- I mean, Heidi- at 8 in the lobby. And what took you so long?"
Tim grimaced at the sound of Heidi's name and flopped onto the couch. "It took so long because Eric and I took the stairs up here…to avoid her."
Calleigh looked sympathetic. "She got to you too, huh?" She asked, coming to sit down next to him.
"Yeah."
"We should form a support group or something."
Tim frowned, remembering his conversation with the brunette. "She never passes up an opportunity to talk about herself, does she?"
"Never."
"It was something else too."
Calleigh frowned. "What?"
"Let's call room service and talk about it over dinner."
"Deal."
Tim knew that as they walked into the lobby where Heidi was waiting for them, Calleigh was seething on the inside, her internal workings boiling from pent up anger, but on the outside she looked peachy keen. The only physical sign to give away her rage was her death grip on Tim's hand, clawing so hard she nearly drew blood. He reached over and loosened her fingers when his eyes started to water. She immediately sent him an apologetic look, but he shrugged it off. As long as it was his hand she was shredding, it didn't matter.
As Tim had predicted, his relation of his earlier conversation with Heidi did not sit well with Calleigh. But now she smiled sweetly at her former roommate, determined not to let Heidi know she's gotten to her. "Evening, Heidi. Ready to hit the club?"
Heidi stood smoothing out her skirt. "It's about time, I nearly left without you." She sniffed, walking to the door.
"So close." Calleigh sighed, watching her retreating figure.
"So where are we going? I'm assuming it's not The Good Friends Bar?"
Calleigh giggled and Heidi turned back to glare at her. "The cab's waiting, Calleigh. Can we pick up the pace a little, please?"
Calleigh rolled her eyes as she and Tim climbed into the back and Heidi got in the front. "It's called The Famous Door." Calleigh turned her attention back to Tim. "It's my favorite club in the whole city and one of the hottest spots for twenty-something's…lucky you, still a twenty-something by one year." She teased.
"Drop us off here." Heidi said to the driver. "I thought y'all wanted to ride the streetcar/" she replied to Calleigh's raised eyebrows.
"Oh, yeah, thanks." Calleigh replied awkwardly.
Once they were on the streetcar, Heidi sat in the front while Calleigh led Tim to the back. They sat down on the wooden seat and Calleigh took his arm and pulled it around her shoulders. She didn't say anything, but cuddled closer, laying her head on his chest. He smiled and kissed her head. It was almost like they were a real couple, except they'd only kissed once, there was no sex, and it was all a gimmick. Thinking about how familiar she was with the city, he wondered how many other men she'd been in this position with…and what it led to next.
The trio had arrived at the bar only to find Don Richards, Sean Brooks, and a trace expert from New York named Tyler Bauer sitting at the bar. Tim noticed all 3 men eyeing Calleigh hungrily, while Heidi glared jealously. "Hey, Cal, why don't we go dance?" he asked after awhile. Calleigh tried not to look surprised as she took his hand and led him out onto the floor. "What?" he asked.
Calleigh shrugged. "I don't know, you just don't strike me as the dancing type."
"I'm not, but I couldn't take it over there any longer."
"Why not?"
"You didn't notice all three of them staring at you?"
"I'm only supposed to have eyes for you, right?" Calleigh smiled, slipping her arms around is neck as a slow song started.
"Well, I don't appreciate them undressing my- quote, unquote- 'wife' with their eyes. You're not an object, Cal, you're a human being and you don't deserve to be drooled on by every guy who looks at you." Tim replied, holding her around the waist.
"I wouldn't say every guy. Stop worrying about it." She told him, pulling him closer and laying her head on his chest.
He wrapped his arms tighter around her and kissed her head. 'Oh man, are you falling hard!' his conscience screamed. 'Get out before you get hurt!' 'Don't get out! You have to see if she feels the same!' his heart fought back. Before Negative Tim could make a retort, Don and Heidi appeared dancing next to them. "May we cut in?" Don asked politely.
Neither Tim nor Calleigh could reply before Don whisked Calleigh into his arms and Heidi grabbed Tim's hand, leading him to the other side of the floor.
"What's going on?" Calleigh asked, glancing up at Don.
"Nothing. I just wanted to dance with you…Look, Calleigh; there are some things I need to say. When you decided to call it quits, you broke my heart. I was willing to move to Miami with you, you know? I didn't think I'd ever be able to live again. Now you're back and we can have a second chance. I want us to be together, Calleigh." He murmured into her hair, his hands sliding under her shirt and running around her waist.
"Look, Don, I'm really not comfortable with this. I told you I was sorry for breaking it off and there's no way we can get back together. Now if you'll excuse me…" Calleigh's voice trailed off as she tried to pull away.
"Uncomfortable? You weren't uncomfortable before when we were in bed fucking each other's brains out, you weren't uncomfortable before when I was your boss, dominating you, you weren't uncomfortable before you moved to Miami and met your fucking husband. I've got you, Calleigh, and you're not leaving me again." Don's voice stayed even and low, but his grip on the skin of her waist became significantly more forceful and he nuzzled her neck.
"Don, please, just let me go!" Calleigh started to panic. This was not the Don she remembered.
"Never!" he nudged his knee between her legs, his hands roaming all over her body, his lips following suit. Calleigh wanted to scream or slap him or do something, but she froze. 'You're a cop, Duquesne, dammit! Act like one!' the little voice in her head screamed. Suddenly all those self-defense classes kicked in and Calleigh struggled against his firm hold to get free. "Let me go!"
Before Don could stop her, a fist come out of nowhere, bashing into the side of his head. "Leave her alone." Tim growled.
Calleigh whirled around to see Tim looking angrier then she'd ever seen him, flanked by a horror-stricken Heidi. Don regained himself and moved to lunge at Tim but Sean and Tyler grabbed him from behind, holding him back.
Calleigh flung herself into Tim's arms where he held her protectively, whispering, "Shh. It's ok, baby, everything's going to be okay." as she sobbed into his chest. He'd never seen Calleigh cry before and he hated the man who put her in so much pain. He never wanted to be that man. Of course, he knew Calleigh cried, but never in front of people, never in front of him. He just wanted to make her better again.
"What's going on here!" The bartender barked, breaking through the crowd.
"That man was sexually harassing my wife." Tim said through gritted teeth. "I'm taking her home." He, Calleigh, and Heidi headed for the door as the bartender turned menacingly toward Don.
Once they were outside, Heidi said in a small voice, "I'm so sorry, Calleigh. He- he said he just wanted to talk to you. I didn't think he would, I mean…I'm just so sorry."
Calleigh nodded against Tim's chest. "It's not your fault." She mumbled.
"People do crazy things when they're in love." Tim offered.
Heidi nodded. "I'll leave you two alone." She said, before flagging down a cab.
Tim and Calleigh sat down on a bench and he kissed the side of her head. "Are you okay?"
She sniffed and nodded. "Yeah. Thank you for saving me back there. My hero." She smiled weakly and kissed his cheek. She pulled back for a second, looking into his eyes, then put one hand around his neck, pulling his head closer to hers and gently kissed his lips. It started slow but they both got into it with a heated passion. He dipped his tongue into the caverns of her mouth and she pulled him closer, running her fingers through his hair. Due to lack of oxygen they both pulled away. "We should go back now." Calleigh whispered, toying with his shirt collar. He nodded and they stood up to find a taxi.
Back in the hotel room they changed into their pajamas and crawled into bed. "Hey, I've got a bone to pick with you!" Calleigh suddenly exclaimed, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail.
Tim looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about last night you got a free peep show, so it's only fair that you repay me…take your shirt off." She smirked.
"Calleigh- that's-" Tim started, but she playfully tugged at the hem of his shirt. "Fine," he pulled his shirt over his head. "Happy now?"
Calleigh sucked in her breath. She had expected Tim to be scrawny, but seeing his chest she knew there was definitely some muscle thrown in with his skin and bones. "Mmhmm." She nodded, snuggling up to him.
"Jesus you're tense!" he observed after putting his arms around her.
"You would be too if you'd had the day I did…and I'm not Jesus."
Tim rolled his eyes. "Smartass."
Calleigh laughed and flipped onto her stomach, wrapping her arms around her pillow and bunching it up under her head. "Ready."
"For what?"
"My massage, you said I was tense. Let's get cracking, I don't have all night, you know…things to see, people to do…" she smirked, as he knelt beside her and began to massage her back. "Wow. You're really good at this." She murmured dreamily after awhile.
"It could be better but your damn shirt keeps getting in the way." He told her matter-of-factly.
"And what do you propose we do about it?" Calleigh asked flirtatiously.
"I think the only solution is to take it off."
"Whatever you think is best." She giggled, hardly believing what was coming out of her own mouth, and he slid his hands under her shirt pushing it up along her back until it slipped off. He swung his leg over her, straddling her as he continued to massage. Calleigh let out a few teasing moans and she could feel his arousal rubbing against her lower back. His hands moved around her front to her breasts and his lips and tongue trailed over her back. She moaned out again, for real this time, writhing beneath him, elated by his touch. She flipped herself over underneath him, giving him a glance at her naked front, and brought his lips to hers. She let her hands travel down his body, pushing his boxers down and freeing his hardened member. He moved his lips to her neck while pulling off her sweats. Painfully he tore himself away from her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, searching her eyes for confirmation. They were dark, sparkling full of lust. "Never been more sure of anything in my life." She panted.
Tim nodded and moved on top of her again, kissing her, working his tongue away. He ran his hands down her body, exploring between her legs. Calleigh gasped as his finger penetrated her opening. She moaned and shifted her hips. Pulling his finger out, he nudged his knee between her legs and spread them apart. The intrusion was startling and Calleigh groaned. She moved her hips according to his thrusts, following him, not letting him leave her insides. He ran his hands down her thighs and up again to her breasts where he massaged her nipples; they hardened instantly. He pulled himself out of her, making her moan again, but she wasn't satisfied and guided his lean erection back to her slippery cleft. Calleigh cried out, climaxing right away. Tim muttered obscenely under his breath and went back to nipping at her breasts. Sweat poured out of their bodies, soaking into the bed. He knew he had to concentrate, get a hold of himself, or it would all be over in a minute, but she wasn't making it easy for him. Tim thrust into her again, harder this time and she moaned out in pain. She could feel her whole body convulse and she wrapped her legs around him. Cringing as he forced himself violently into her, Calleigh felt each of his stroked deep within her belly. Her response grew with each continuing jolt and her shudder seemed never to end. Tim pushed her legs flat again and bore deeper into her, past all pain. "Oh my god! Tim! Oh god, Tim, yes!" Calleigh screamed, giving in to his passion.
He cupped her hips and raised and lowered her with his jolts. She gave in to the temptation and arched her back, meeting him blow for blow. To stop from screaming again she kissed him hard, hard enough to bruise, and bit his lip, tasting blood. His teeth reciprocated and bit at her neck. Tim reared back in his own turn as Calleigh raked at his back, clawing her way down to his bottom. They continued on, losing each other in the cries and trying savagely to draw blood, consuming the desire to become one.
Tim looked over at Calleigh, lying on the bed next to him, panting as much as he. "Where did that come from?" he murmured dreamily.
Calleigh shook her head, unable to speak. Her insides felt like jelly and her whole body was stiff and sore.
Tim gazed at her, wondering what he had done so right to deserve something so breathtaking. "Let's go to sleep now, ok? We can talk about this in the morning."
Calleigh nodded and he was relieved when she curled up to his chest. They quickly fell asleep, lost in each other's embrace.
Meanwhile, Eric Delko sat bolt upright and wide awake, speechless as to what he's just heard coming from the room next door…Calleigh's room.