Olivia spent the next couple of evenings with Hannah. David was working the case anyway, and she thought Hannah could use the company. Hannah had heard very little from Colby while he dealt with the fact that his bullet killed a man. A sex offender, no doubt, but still, it was difficult for them to fathom what that was like. Robin and Megan, but mostly Robin, kept them up to date with the case. Nonetheless, Olivia was impressed with how Hannah was marshalling herself, in order to be there for Colby when the case was finally over. She wondered if she would do as well, but hoped she would never have to find out.
There was a knock on the door and Hannah rushed to open it. David was at the door, grinning and supporting a very drunk Colby.
"Hey, baby!" Colby lurched into the apartment and wrapped his arms around Hannah, and started to kiss her, noisily. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Olivia raised her eyebrows at David.
"He's had a few beers," David said, still grinning.
"I'd say that was the understatement of the year," Olivia replied dryly, but relief sent her into his arms, and then she was hugging him tightly to her.
"He needed to talk. But he wanted to come back here to you, even though he's drunk," David told Hannah, who nodded. She had tears shimmering in her eyes, but she looked happy.
David helped Hannah get Colby onto the couch. Then he and Olivia left.
"I'm sh-orry, baby, I'm sh-orry. I didn't mean to shut you out but I was barely dealing with it mysh-elf," murmured Colby, the alcohol in him slurring his words.
"It's okay, honey. I understand. Why don't you get some sleep, and we'll talk about it in the morning." Then Hannah laughed, because he'd already fallen asleep. She made him as comfortable as she could, and pulled a comforter over him.
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"Cindra," Colby was laughing, "Again? You're insatiable!"
The blonde regarded him with some amusement, "Somehow, I don't think you're going to have a problem." She nodded at his crotch. Colby grinned, and grabbed her by the waist. He tossed her down on the bed next to him. She laughed and said accusingly, "You just like to see my breasts bouncing."
"That and the fact that you do like it a little rough." He grinned down at her realization that he'd cuffed her to the headrails. "Makes your 44DD breasts perk up," he murmured in her ear, "inviting me to untold pleasures."
"We're going to be late," Cindra giggled.
"I can't remember the last time you were really worried about being late, let alone for something like homecoming," Colby chuckled in her ear, the husky timbre of his voice blazing an erotic trail down her earlobe to her neck.
He spread her legs, and rested his hard-on against her. He grinned when she moved her hips restlessly, moaning with the pleasure the friction was giving her. He cupped her breasts together, and began to tease her nipples, first swirling his tongue over one, then the other. Then he sucked on each nipple, making her cry out, sucking each nipple in turn into his mouth through his upper and lower front teeth. The intense pleasure of his teeth raking over her nipples seemed to make her grind her hips even more. She was already dripping, and starting to beg for more. "Just another minute," he teased, as his fingers squeezed her nipples, while he licked and kissed his way around the soft curve of her breasts. "Now." And he was thrusting hard into her.
She screamed as he entered her, loving the invasion, loving how he filled her. She could hear her own soft, guttural moans, as he thrust harder and faster into her, just the way she liked it.
Colby made a soft sound into her hair as he orgasmed.
And woke up.
To find Hannah looking at him, amusement brimming in her eyes.
"This Cindra. College girlfriend?" Hannah was laughing now, at the discomfort in his face, and the wet patch in his pants.
Colby sighed. "I can't believe I had a dream about her. It's been years."
"Are you going to tell me about her? She didn't disappear on you or anything like that, did she?"
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Colby all but growled at her.
"Yes."
Sighing again, Colby sat up, and tried to find a comfortable position. "Cindra Ashford," he mused. "I met her in college. I used to call her Sin. Steeped in Sin, that's what I was, all through college," Colby was grinning now.
"Did you love her?" Hannah asked curiously.
"Enough to ask her to marry me," Colby said quietly, meeting her eyes. Hannah raised her eyebrows.
"I think she's always loved someone else back home. Because she turned me down and went back to him, after we graduated. I think they have a son now."
Hannah slid her arms around him to comfort him. He smiled down at her. "She sent me a letter while I was in Afghanistan. That's how she always was, just really sweet. I don't think she ever meant to hurt me. I think she cared a lot about me, but in the end she loved him more."
He put his arms around her and hugged her close, "But I have you now."
Hannah wrinkled her nose, "Yes, you have me to tell you that you stink of beer and you need to take a shower." She grinned, "Then we'll see about making sure you only dream about me."