The way she moves about her house was comforting. The ease in which she navigates the open walls is admirable. She enjoys spending time in each room it seems, making sure to bask in the late night. Cup of tea in hand she makes her way to the bedroom.

Esteban found his heart pumping through his throat. As much as he didn't want her privacy being invaded, he knew she wouldn't mind him doing such. She sets her tub to a warm bath, Calleigh sheds her clothes in quick fashion and settles into the bubbles with a deep sigh. He smiles as she rids the day's stress away with a relaxing bath and a cup of special tea. I should sell this tea, we'll see how well it works first… If i survive the night that is

One Week Earlier

Esteban slips into her house, having disabled her security for the moment. Just some insight, no need to do too much right now. I've seen her hectic schedule, night times are her only time to relax. The living room was immaculate as he assumed it would be. Her Southern Charm shone through with how big and comfy her furniture was. There were books about different types of weapons adorning her bookcase and gossip magazines littered her coffee table. Silk under steel it seems. She won't have to be so tough around me. Heading into her kitchen, he makes notice of the healthy ingredients placed within her cupboards and fridge, specifically her tea selection. She's quite homeopathic… hmmm. Interesting. Taking note of her sleepy time tea, he heads into her bedroom.

The bed was made, dressers organized, everything put in its place. Her closet, besides a few scattered heels, was also immaculate. My god she loves shoes, no way she could possibly wear all of these. With a chuckle he heads into her bathroom, intent on finding her hamper. He takes a good hard look at her tub, his breathing getting heavier at the thought of her wet body. One quick shake of his head, he fingers the products taking another mental note of her love of vanilla and lavender. Homeopathic indeed.

Eyeing her hamper, his heart races. Good, she hasn't done her laundry yet. The crumpled clothes were quite a joy to look through. Her love of monochromatic colors made finding her underwear easy. I knew she loved lace. The fabric was soft and he loved the way it felt on his face as he inhaled her scent. She smells so sweet, I can't wait to taste her. He couldn't stop himself and wandered into her bedroom, her soft bed adding more of her scent. He reached into his pants and began stroking himself, inhaling deeper and releasing his breath in a deep groan. Shit, I've never- I never felt this before. She's driving me mad. With a hard shudder, he relieves himself.

There was no guilt afterwards.

Current Time

He's lost in her as she's lost to the ritual of preparing for bed. Her smooth skin pale against a green negligee. Her gait unsteady, the tea and bath having taken immediate effect, she collapses onto her bed. She wasn't able to turn the sheets down on all the way, she's small and he hopes he didn't dose her too much. Climbing into her room, he takes a few minutes watching her sleep. The gentle and deep breaths drew envy from him. How I wish I was just as relaxed as her. He steps closer and moves the hair out of her eyes, she doesn't even flinch. "Leigh, wake up Bebe" he shakes her gently. She groans out as he persists and her green eyes lazily blink open. "E-eric?" he feels himself holding back his anger, she's drugged she doesn't know what she's seeing. "No, it's me Leigh" he sits her up gently, her body flopping forward. She lifts her heavy head and blinks slowly before her eyebrows furrow "Esteban? Wha-?" he kisses her lips having run out of patience. She blushes "how did you get…" he cuts her off again with another kiss, running his hands alongside her supple body.

"You let me in silly". She blinks and her eyes darken in what he hopes is arousal. His heart at the back of his throat now, he feels those flutters rack his body again. For the first time in his life he feels arousal to just the sight of a woman, one not in or about to be in pain. His heart ached to hold her close to him, to feel her soft skin pressed against him. He bets she smells sweet, maybe with a bit of gunpowder who knows? They were sitting at a good enough distance that he only got the faintest smell of vanilla surrounding her.

He carefully shed her of her nightgown, delighted by her nude body underneath. He took his time raking his eyes over the parts he could see at the angle and felt himself immediately harden.

This night would prove to be important. For the last week he's been watching her nightly ritual, minus the bath. Usually she'd shower and crash, but tonight she had time due to it being the weekend finally. He watches as she reaches for him with a shaky hand. "L-let you in? But… you're a suspect" she asks finally after struggling to get her thoughts together. He smiles

"Don't let Horatio scare you away from me. I won't be a suspect for much longer anyway" She seems aware enough to answer but not enough to put pieces together.

Her brows furrow "H?.. You- you're a suspect" she pushes away at him and he takes a chance and grabs her again. His brown eyes made contact with her glossed over emerald ones and he can see panic starting.

"Not for long Bebe, relax" he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. He soothes her with a hand on her back as he gathers her on his lap. She moans her approval and relaxes, encouraging him to continue. "That's it Leigh, relax. I'm not going to hurt you. I never will." he begins to caress her smooth thighs. Muscles rippling at each of his passes. He couldn't contain himself and began groping at her breasts, the peaks having shielded his view as his hands traveled further up her thigh. N..no" she groans. No to me or how I'm affecting her?

He lowers his hands from her thighs but not her chest, going at her drugged pace. I don't want to get her alarm bells ringing so early on.

Her nipples were taught and ready, with every swipe of his fingers came a sound from her. "Feel good Leigh?" he asks, surprised by his own patience. She groans while arching into his greedy hands. "Fe- feels good" she stutters out. Her flushed chest starts to rise and fall with each of her deep breaths. Inhaling her scent, he can't help but grind himself up into her lap. With a shake of his head, he quickly sheds his own clothes. The urge for skin on skin contact had struck him suddenly.

He stands over her, erection in hand, stroking calmly. She was looking up at him, eyes still glazed, in confusion now. He straddles her, their groins just a whisper away from each other. "Not a jog" she simply says and he chuckles while tracing his finger from her pubis to her right breast. "No Leigh, not a jog. But just as rigorous if I'm not mistaken" Not that I would know. I'm sure I have the stamina but this is all new territory for me

It's her deep breaths that draw him back to her breasts. They moved so gracefully, he couldn't ignore them anymore, like he couldn't ignore his own urges. With a deep sigh he lowers his head to a peak. He feels something surge in him at the touch of his tongue to her teat. He hears himself growl before he assaults her. He sucks at her hard, as if trying to force milk out. He feels her weak hands at his head, he wasn't sure if she was pushing him away or pulling him closer. The ragged moan leaves her lips loudly this time. He loses time as he switches back and forth.

"Feels… good" is the last thing he hears her say before his own lust drives him down a path her never saw himself going down before.

My sexual deviance seems to have made it's appearance, better late than never I guess.