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Chapter 7
"Wow." Samantha whistled. "Nice suite."
Horatio shut the door behind him and glanced around the room, distantly noticing Samantha peel off into what he presumed to be one of the bedrooms. The hotel suite certainly held all the comforts of home and then some. There was a full kitchen, washer and dryer, dining area, living room, bathroom, and two bedrooms. Complete with hard wood floors and antique furniture, Horatio instantly felt comfortable in the homey suite. It was a welcome change from the art deco dominated Miami.
Samantha came out of her bedroom to find Horatio standing exactly where she had left him a few minutes ago.
She crossed her arms from the doorway. "Earth to Horatio."
He looked at her, snapping out of his thoughts. "Yes?"
"Nothing. Just wondering where you went for a minute there. What time do we have to be downstairs for the first speaker?"
Horatio checked his watch. "Actually the first speaker is lunch." He smirked. "And that's not until 12:30. It's 9:30 now. So we have plenty of time." He looked up to find Samantha glaring at him. His eyebrows rose quizzically.
"You made me get on a flight at 4:30 in the morning so I could wait around three hours for a lunch?"
Horatio smiled. "I hear it's a very good lunch." He could tell she was trying her best to keep from smiling but failing miserably.
Finally breaking into a full out smile, she turned and called over her shoulder. "I'm going to take a bath."
"Ok." Horatio responded. He refused to think about Samantha in the bathtub. Luckily, his cell phone rang before his mind could conjure up the proper image. "Yeah, Caine."
"Hey, H! You two made it down ok?" Eric asked.
"Apparently so. How are things at the lab?"
"You've only been gone a couple hours, H. And the lab hasn't exploded yet. So I guess that means things are going fine. How's Sam?"
"She's in the bathtub."
After a moment's pause Eric burst out laughing. "That's great, H but I asked how's Sam not where's Sam. And how to you know she's in the bathtub?"
Horatio was thankful Delco wasn't there to see him blush. "Ummm… the uhh hotel was overbooked and ---."
"--- You guys are sharing a room?"
Horatio cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I'll umm…I'll call later to check in. Call me if you need anything." Horatio ended the phone call, rubbing a hand over his face. He sighed and spoke out loud to the empty room. "Time for a walk."
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Horatio returned from his walk roughly an hour later to find a quiet hotel room. The bathroom door was open and since there was no sign of Samantha, he assumed she had left to do a bit of her own exploring. Growing up in Minnesota, she probably knew her way around the city much better than Horatio.
Removing his black suit coat and draping it over one of the dining room chairs, Horatio slipped off his shoes and sat down on the couch. Resting his feet on the coffee table, Horatio closed his eyes and dozed off.
Horatio was awoken later when a faint whimper caught his attention. His eyes snapped open and he sat up, craning his neck and listening. For a moment, he heard nothing and convinced himself it had been his imagination. But then he heard it again. A soft and distinctively feminine whimper.
Standing, Horatio quietly made his way towards the slightly open door of Samantha's bedroom. He heard another whimper as he reached for the door and tentatively pushed it open. Looking inside, he breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Samantha napping on the bed wrapped snugly in a fluffy white bathrobe. She was dreaming. Glancing at the clock on the bed, Horatio noticed the time. 12:00. He hesitated a moment, not sure if Samantha would be too thrilled to wake up and find him standing in her bedroom. He was also fairly certain Samantha would give him another good smack on the arm if he let her miss lunch. That in mind, Horatio made his way closer to the bed.
"Samantha?" He spoke fairly loudly. "Samantha?" He said it louder this time. Samantha slept on. Deciding against yelling, Horatio sat down gently on the edge of the bed. Samantha's back was to him so he gently nudged her shoulder. "Samantha… Samantha it's 12:00… time to get ready for lunch."
Samantha moaned again, this time rolling over slowly and opening her eyes to meet Horatio's. Smiling sleepily, Samantha reached for Horatio. Before he knew what was happening she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his lips crashing down to hers.
Flinching backward slightly, Horatio's mouth opened in shock as he gasped softly in surprise. Samantha wasted no time taking advantage of this and quickly thrust her tongue inside his mouth. A deep masculine groan erupted from Horatio's throat as he let himself be pulled down to settle on top of Samantha, his lips and tongue now dueling furiously with her own. Samantha reached around, grabbing his firm ass in her hands and squeezing. Hard. Reflexively Horatio moaned and thrust his pelvis against Samantha. She gasped in surprise.
Horatio broke the kiss at the sound of her startled gasp. His breathing harsh and erratic, Horatio noticed the lust filled look on Samantha's face had been replaced by one of shock. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, Horatio moved off of Samantha and walked briskly out of the bedroom.
Standing in the living room, Horatio put his hands on his hips and took several deep breaths as he fought to gain control over his body. What had just happened? What have I done? I've accosted my new CSI that's what I've done. Groaning, Horatio turned to notice Samantha standing in the doorway of her bedroom. Green eyes locked with blue before she lowered her head and stared at the floor.
She spoke so quietly Horatio almost couldn't hear her. "I'm sorry." She said meekly.
"You're sorry?" Horatio asked, unable to keep the surprise from his voice.
She nodded. "I thought I was dreaming."
Horatio closed his eyes and turned away from her, taking another deep breath. It made sense now… the dream, the moaning, the look in her eyes when she turned and saw him sitting on her bed. Frowning slightly, Horatio realized this led to another possible conclusion. He turned towards her again, an eyebrow arched in question. "About me?"
Samantha's blush started below her robe and crept all the way up her neck and onto her face. If Horatio didn't know better he'd say even her hair had turned a shade redder.
Horatio Caine was rarely speechless, but he found himself unable to mutter a single coherent statement. He said the first clear thought that came to his mind. "Thank you." He wasn't used to being the object of women's fantasies. Or so he thought.
Samantha looked up at him with surprise. "You're not mad?"
Horatio shook his head. "No." He swallowed. "No I'm certainly not mad." He cleared his throat, unwilling to travel down that particular path of conversation. "Are you done in the bathroom?"
Samantha nodded.
"OK. I'm going to take a quick shower. Why don't you get ready for lunch and I'll meet you in the lobby?"
"Sure." Without another word, Samantha stepped back into her bedroom and shut the door.
Horatio strode purposely to the bathroom to take a very cold shower.