Calleigh's heart was thudding, hard and insistent, but thankfully no longer with nerves. No, now it was racing with a throbbing, unrepentant arousal. She'd been running on adrenaline since she walked into the bedroom, but of course she needn't have worried. The nurse's outfit was apparently an everyman fantasy, and Eric was just enough of a horny guy to go for it completely. And now… now, he was slowly unclasping her garter, fingers brushing against her thigh lightly and making her shiver. And the way he looked at her… Like she was some delicacy he wanted to devour, bite by bite. She had a feeling that sleeping with Eric on a regular basis was going to leave her spoiled and smiling and satisfied.

He'd released her garter and skimmed his hands up to tug down her thong, so she shifted and wiggled until he could draw it away completely. The way he tossed it carelessly across the room made her giggle just a little – an alarming occurrence, because Calleigh had never considered herself a giggler. And yet, here she was, giggling in bed with a hot Cuban. Her hot Cuban. Her hot Cuban that she could no longer wait to have inside her.

Impatient, because he suddenly wasn't, Calleigh started to slide down one of her stockings, her progress impeded when his hand shot immediately to cover hers. "Oh no. No, those stay on." He drew her hand to the strap of her garter. "I think this is so sexy. I want you wearing it when I fuck you."

Calleigh felt heat flash through her and blushed. "Oh." Nimble fingers quickly snapped her garter back to her stockings, earning a soft sound of approval from him. "The shoes too?"

"Definitely keep the shoes. I love these shoes."

She tilted her head curiously, smiling at him. "You notice my shoes?"

Eric scoffed, urging her down to straddle his waist and shaking his head. "Calleigh, when you wear shoes like that, everyone notices."

The compliment pleased her, made her smile and duck her head almost shyly. Which was ridiculous, because she was grown and confident, and he shouldn't be able to make her feel like a blushing schoolgirl. But he could, he did, even before they'd tumbled into bed together.

Reaching between her thighs, Calleigh took his length in hand again, stroking it slowly, watching the way his eyes dropped shut and his face melted into a look of lazy pleasure. "Eric?"

"Mm?"

"Can I take this silly hat off?"

His laugh spurred her own, and she bent forward to press her lips to his lightly, offering no resistance when he shifted to deepen the kiss. One hand continued to pump his length slowly, and after a moment she felt his hands in her hair, blindly tugging out pins. If she hadn't been quite so into the kiss, she might have noticed – and protested – the way he simply tossed each pin across the room until he had tugged her hat free. It followed the underwear and pins to some unknown corner, and Calleigh leaned up again, shaking out her hair, and earning a moan of appreciation from Eric.

"God, Cal, if I'm not in you in the next thirty seconds, I think I might die."

Smirking, she drew his tip to her entrance and told him, "Then I might have to put my outfit back on and revive you," before sinking slowly over his length. The feeling of him inside her was just as good as the first time – better, even, because now she wasn't hacking and coughing. And because she loved it on top, loved the control, loved watching a man go desperate and blissed out beneath her, because of her.

And Eric, apparently, loved to watch and to touch. His gaze was traveling her torso with a heat and intensity that made her blood warm almost to boiling, and his hands were just everywhere as she began to rise and fall over him. Her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her sex. Just everywhere, everywhere, and she closed her eyes to feel him. To feel how deep he filled her on the downstroke, to feel the way his palm skated her ribs on its way to her breast. When he tugged one cup of her bra to the side and started to tweak and tug at her nipple while his other hand found her clit and began to stroke, Calleigh lost it. Her hips moved faster, harder. Her body, already tightly-wound, hummed and trembled slightly with pleasure. He was murmuring to her, something about her body, something about the way she felt, and Calleigh opened her eyes again to watch him.

God, he was beautiful. Strong muscles, smooth caramel skin, and that lip. She couldn't get enough of that bottom lip. In fact... Calleigh leaned in to suck and nip at it, the new angle sending a snap of pleasure whipping through her. "God, Eric. God. God."

"Yeah," he agreed breathlessly, pressing his fingers harder against her clit, twisting her nipple almost but not quite too hard and Calleigh had to let her forehead drop to his shoulder to compose herself. Her hips rocked harder, faster, and she felt the slow coil of bliss in her belly, felt it tighten and tighten, until it was ready to snap.

She reared up again, moving faster, harder, desperately seeking release as his hands worked her higher. "Eric, I'm gonna! OH! Almost!"

"Come on, Cal," he grunted, and she could see through half-lidded eyes how close he was. He was panting, biting his lip, watching her intently. Another quick shot of pleasure passed through her and she cried out, moved somehow faster, somehow harder, forced him somehow even deeper. "That's it, baby, come on. Come on."

Calleigh was teetering on the edge of bliss, held there, poised, waiting, one more thrust, one more, and her body went electric. Pleasure snapped and spun in her, making her tense and cry out his name, losing her rhythm to a stunning, blistering release. She was vaguely aware of Eric's hand leaving her breast, but painfully aware when it wrapped around her hip and forced her back into a steady pace over him. His other hand had splayed flat against her abdomen, his thumb tucked tight against her clit, rubbing in short, sharp strokes to keep her up, keep her coming, and she felt a second wave slam into her just as the first was waning. She wasn't certain, her brain had checked out completely, but she thought she might have screamed.

The pressure on her clit relented, and he was gripping both her hips then, urging her over him in hard, quick thrusts until she felt him tense beneath her and gasp as he came, her name tumbling off his lips over and over again.

Collapsing against him, Calleigh fought to catch her breath. Her entire body felt like jello, wobbly and unsubstantial. Muscles twitched with little aftershocks of pleasure, and the rapid up-and-down of his chest beneath her matched the pace of her own heavy breathing. That had been fantastic. And when she regained full use of her parts, she'd tell him so. But right now, there was nothing to do but pant hot puffs of breath against his neck and bask.

She didn't realize she'd fallen asleep until Eric had already shifted her onto her back and draped an arm across her belly. "Mm… I'm awake," she murmured, eyes still shut.

She could hear the smirk in his voice when he muttered, "Not really."

"Mmhmm," she insisted. "I was just so relaxed. Must have dozed off for a second."

"Calleigh." He nibbled at her earlobe and she couldn't help but sigh. "You're naked."

Green eyes blinked open at that, and she lifted the sheet he'd pulled over them and looked down to find that – sure enough – she was naked as a jaybird. "When did that happen?"

"When you were asleep," he chuckled, and she felt goosebumps flare along her neck.

"Oh."

"Mmhmm."

"It was really good sex," she reasoned, grinning and turning her head to find his lips. The kiss was slow, and sweet, and terrifyingly intimate. When it broke, she cleared her throat slightly and whispered, "Really, really good sex."

"Mmhmm." His lips coasted against hers once, then again. "Got any other outfits I should know about, Nurse Calleigh?"

"Oh no," she insisted, shaking her head and smiling at him. "This was a one-time, temporary insanity kind of deal."

The pout he offered up was so sweet and pathetic she was almost tempted to give in. "But think of how good the sex was." She laughed, and finally shifted on to her side to face him, tangling their bare legs and reveling in the feel of his skin against hers. "Think of all the sex we could have if there were more outfits."

"You telling me you need me in something sexy for you to get it up?"

Eric just smirked in a decidedly sexy way and told her, "The first time you wore those shoes to work, I had to sneak into the men's room and, uh, take care of myself."

Calleigh flushed warm and smiled slowly. "You did not."

"I did."

"Really?"

His lips brushed hers, then skated along her cheek, wandered down toward her neck. "They're fuck-me heels, Calleigh. Every time you wear them I think naughty things about you. And now… Let's just say you'd better not wear them to work if you don't want to join me in that bathroom." She'd have laughed if he hadn't just found a spot that made her gasp and shiver. "So no. I don't need the sexy outfits. But I think I could definitely make them worth your while."

Calleigh almost didn't recognize her own chuckle, low and throaty, and how could she be getting riled up again so soon? "But not all the time?"

"Definitely not."

"Mm. Okay. Then I think we could – mm, that feels nice… We could leave the option open." Her hand moved to cup the back of his neck, stroking out along his shoulder, then back in.

"Perfect," he muttered against her skin, as he continued to explore her throat with lazy, wet kisses. They stayed that way, cocooned under the sheet, kissing and touching and learning each other for the rest of the evening. They made love again, slowly this time, and achingly tender. And when Calleigh nodded off afterward, Eric was right behind her, bodies still tangled and damp with sweat.