slight bout with writers block. I just have to give a big thank you to the song
'lean on me' by Al Green, it gave me the inspiration to get this chapter going
again! I also wanted to apologize for my slight absence lately. It's suppose to
be summer vacation, but some how I keep getting sucked into doing something
that keeps me away from my computer, or leaves me too tiered to sit down and
write. I'm seriously considering not answering my phone anymore,lol. Okay I
will shut up and let you get to the story,hehe.
Disclaimer:Don't own a thing.
Pairing:Speed/Calleigh total fluffy romance
Rating: P-G 13 (I never know)
A/N(2):
I just wanted to thank Heidi for getting me writing again. And this
chapter is also dedicated to Yana 'cause I have kept her in
suspense for far too long! Oh and thank you again to everybody who has reviewed
this story! I'm shutting up again now! lol
"Thank you," she softly drawled as she searched his eye's for an indication
that her next move would be reciprocated. When she found it she leaned down
gently, lightly kissing Tim's lips.
The kiss started out light as feathers, but soon turned to a kiss filled with
passion. Tongues caressed one another, well hands explored bodies.
One of Calleighs hands absently played with the hair at the nape of Tim's neck,
well he gently caressed the exposed skin of her lower back.
When the kiss finally came to an end, Calleigh pulled away and rested her head
on Tim's shoulder, and sighed raggedly. Tim was an amazing kisser. And he made
Calleigh feel something other than grief, and sadness.
Still she couldn't help but feel slightly guilty for experiencing such
pleasure, when her best friend was dead. Thats when the tears that had
subsided, crept back into Calleighs eye's and ran down her cheeks, dampening
Tim's pin stripped button up.
Tim felt the moisture on his shoulder, and the realization that Calleigh was
again in tears, brought him back from the daze that the kiss had left him in.
He knew that she probably was feeling guilty, and that hurt him. But he knew
that she didn't feel guilty about kissing him, she felt guilty for enjoying it.
So he chose not to say anything, and just let her cry some more. He held her
close, like you would a small child, and reveled in the feeling of having her
so close to him.
The memory of her lips on his, her skin underneath his fingertips, kept racing
through his head. He had really enjoyed kissing her, despite how corny that may
have sounded, he had. It was just a simple fact and it made him slightly giddy,
leaving a goofy grin on his face.
He didn't want to admit it, but he had fantasized about kissing her( and a lot
more) since the day he had laid eyes on her. He had never expected their first
kiss would be a comfort kiss,though.
The closet romantic that he was had wanted it to be something that happened
over a candle light dinner, or a walk on the beach.Again he hadn't expected it
to be a comfort kiss. But in their line of work the odds were stacked against
them. And for some reason or another that didn't really bother him. As long as
he got to kiss the beauty that was Calleigh Dusquene it didn't matter.
He could have gone on for the rest of his life analyzing the kiss, but was
pulled out of his thoughts as he felt Calleigh shifting beside him.
She looked up from his chest, her eyes blood shot, her cheeks tear stained, yet
oxymoron there was a shy but happy smile firmly planted upon her lips. She
snuggled close to Tim as she found the same smile on his lips.
Calleigh had been thinking much the same as Tim, about the circumstances of
their first kiss, and had to admit that she never though it would happen,
period. They were friends, but they weren't scarily close or anything. She
never thought that he would want her to be anything more than a friend.
She had been more than relieved when she had looked up to see that he wasn't
totally freaked out, or nervous. So she decided to lighten the mood a little.
"Tim?" her voice was light, but her tears were still evident.
"Hum...?" he was too busy losing himself in her eyes to form a coherent
response.
" Has anyone ever told you that you are a fabulous kisser?" she asked
innocently, but the smile on her face was teasing and slightly cocky.
It kinda scared her that she could go from totally broken down to teasing in
such a short time period. However from her experience this was normal, and the
shrinks encouraged a little happiness during grief.
"Yeah I get that all the time Cal. I kiss so many women and they all just gush
about how great a kisser I am." He teased her, sending her into a fit of
laughter and tears
"You.. You..think.. that your funny.. don't you?" she asked as she still
giggled, resting her head on his chest again.
Despite the giggle attack, she was still on his lap, though neither really
noticed.
"Of course I'm funny. You know it, so don't deny it." he said with mock
seriousness. Calleigh raised her eye brows at his comment, trying hard not to
burst out laughing again, and nodded in agreement that he truly was funny. She
wasn't going to deny that fact for anything.
He had a way of making her laugh and make her feel better, even when she was
adamant about being in a bad mood.And with that in mind she kissed him quickly,
but passionately, on the lips.
"You know Calleigh, your not too bad of a kisser either." he complemented in a
teasing way, as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She blushed a little.
" Oh, I'm only 'not too bad' huh? Well I guess we'll just have to work on that,
now won't we." She teased back, before grabbing the remote and turning the T.V.
on.
"Oh yeah we can defiantly work on that." he said with a smile before kissing
her forehead as she got comfy.
The End