My second chaptered CSI: Miami fic. Nothing to do with the first one, but I'd much appriceate it if you took a look at that one, called Bring Me To Life. There might be mentions of that one in this, but its not neccessary you read that to understand this one. Anyways, hope you enjoy this new fic! And, as always, please review!
P.S Chapters, for the present, might be a little small, but bare with me, ok? They'll get longer, I promise! Thanks!
Dark, seductive music rolled around the walls of the club, bouncing off the tile and focusing to the center of the dance floor. Heaving, pulsating, undulating bodies filled the space, giving off heat and pungent sweat under the hot glow of the colored lights.
Eric Delko was in the throbbing heart of the masses, dancing with whoever got close enough. He'd embrace and touch one female, who after a few pulses of the music, would slip out of his fingers, only to be replaced by another.
He'd just let a blond college girl out of his arms when another girl took her place. Her hair flamed brilliant red in the lighting, and green eyes that held a wild, hungry look stared deep into his.
She approached him, circled, ran her hands against his shoulders and back before she dove down, slipped between his legs and worked her way back up, lacing her arms around his neck when she stood tall again.
He wrapped his arms around her, letting his hands feel her lissome, yet well muscled body. She flexed in the cage of his embrace and leaned her head back, letting a cascading wave of red hair fall behind her. He let his lips reach to her chest before she swung her body back upwards, her hair swinging to fall onto her chest, blocking him.
She started to pull from his embrace again, and he had his intentions on letting her go, but she didn't leave. She merely teased him, keeping his lips from her gleaming body, but not his hands.
This wasn't something Eric was used to. Either a girl gave it all, or didn't come near. Not this half way game. But he was intrigued. Not so much by the way they danced together, but by the look in those piercing green eyes. They were hungry, and yet, had an almost deadly look within them. A warning and an invitation. He'd accept the latter.
They continued to move about the floor together, flexing their bodies together. Eric was beginning to loose awareness of his surroundings; the only thing he was aware of was the muscles of the red head rubbing against his body. He tried once more to lay his lips on hers, but she ducked away from him, slipping behind his back. She ran nails against his skin and hissed into his ear, speaking for the first time.
"Nah ah, not here."
The only thing Eric could think of that described the voice was if a cat could talk, this would be what she sounded like. The voice was smooth, elegant, cunning and mischievous. He could feel his heart throbbing to the beat of the music, and every flex of her luscious form.
"Where then?" he whispered as she pressed herself against his chest, rolling her hips up and forward in flow with the music.
"Follow me," she hissed into his ear, wrapping hands against the back of his neck, snaking fingers into his dark hair.
She slipped out of his arms, trailing a long, narrow finger down his wrist to entice him before weaving her way through the crowded dance floor. Eric gave chase, urged on by the way her body moved as she continued to stay just out of reach of his fingertips.
She led him out of the building and into the warm air of the Miami night. The sky was pitch black, the stars hidden by clouds, but the lights in the sky scraping buildings made up for it. She led him across the parking lot towards a convertible red Mustang, top up at the moment. A soft chirp sounded, and the red head climbed into the back seat of the car, Eric just behind her on the other side.
Soon as the doors were closed and locked, Eric seized her lips in a fiery kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her nails tracing lines of fire across his back. It wasn't long until she pulled at his shirt, easily taking it from him and tossing it down onto the floor boards.
Silky scarlet hair formed a curtain around Eric as he began to undress his partner. Creamy smooth skin had a thin layer of sweat coating most of her body, and it wasn't just from the dancing either. She gave a low groaning sound, pushing her hands into Eric's shoulders, forcing him onto his back on the seat of the car.
He smiled up at her as her eyes locked with his. She leaned down to kiss him again, her hands snaking for his belt. Just as she'd dropped it on the floor, he pulled his mouth away and gasped for a breath, and to speak.
"What's your name?" he asked in a halting pant.
"Jade," she breathed into his ear, before settling herself onto his hips.
Toothing had never been so wild before. She drove him for everything he was worth, and he was more than happy to give it. He liked a fight, a challenge; a demanding partner. That way, when he was spent, he was so tired; he didn't have time to think about it.
He collapsed onto the seat of the Mustang, holding a sweat slicked Jade in his arms, his chest heaving, pressing against her back.
"You give it good," she purred in his ear.
Eric didn't answer. He merely focused on calming his pounding heart. After about five minutes he slowly sat up, wiping the sweat off his face. He reached for his clothes and started to dress. Jade did the same, but she'd occasionally sneak a glance at him, as if she was regretting letting him get away so soon.
When they were both dressed, Eric was turning around to get out of the car when he saw a small flash of light. Confused, he looked closer, and saw a diamond ring was lying in the cup holder in the front console.
"What is this?" he asked, taking the ring in his hand and showing it to Jade.
Her green eyes widened, but only briefly. "Come on, now, its not like we're going to ever see each other again," she purred.
"You tricked me," Eric said coldly.
Jade gave a soft little laugh, one that was laced with cunning mischief. She tossed her red hair behind her shoulders and cocked her head at him. "Don't worry," she whispered, running a slender finger against his cheek. "He'll never find out."
Eric pulled away. He got out of the car, slammed the door, and headed for his own vehicle. His feet pounded hard on the concrete parking lot, anger running through him.
He climbed into the driver's seat and slammed the door. His hands gripped the steering wheel hard before he quieted down. "Easy, Eric," he told himself. "You didn't know. You did nothing wrong."
But it bothered his consciousness. If he had known, he wouldn't have. He'd of told her no and looked for someone else. Cursing himself he put the car into drive and headed home to pass out before work in the morning. This time he'd left his badge at home. Nothing to make a mess this go around.
Nothing except for the fact he'd just toothed a married woman.