So… I wrote this and forgot to put it up so this is about a month late. Sorry.
Ch. 2Calleigh walked into the lab with her head held high. She and Eric had finished off the candy the night before…. And tommorrow would be Memorial Day! It had taken them a while, but their weekly candy binge was nice. And so was their newfound understanding of eachother. They hadn't gone too far in their relationship, because of work. Really it had barely even started. Her stomach felt like a watermelon was inside of it… they had eaten so much candy the night before in an effort to finish it. To try and hide her feel-like-a-balloon stomach Calleigh had worn an umpire waist sundress. It was a first for her at work.
Eric walked past her, halted, turned around, and then gave her the once-over. Up, down, then up again his eyes feasted. "This is…. New." He sputtered finally. GOD DAMNIT she looked hot!
"We ate…way too much last night," Calleigh said trying to explain. She tried not to, but she liked the way Eric seemed to thirst for her at that moment. Note to self: wear dresses, she thought to herself. Eric was practically salivating at her.
"So… I know that we got together last night…. But tommorrow is Memorial Day, and we don't have work…. I wondered if you wanted to do something?" Calleigh asked. She hated to admit it, but her voice cracked a bit.
With her words Eric snapped out of it, or at least partly, and he formed an answer somehow from his clouded brain. "Um, sure Cal! That would be great! I've got to go… but see you soon!" He said, and then left towards the restrooms. Great! She thought, he really was "excited" about her restraunt. And the thought of him enlarged was, well enough of a pleasure to make Calleigh slightly wet.
They worked on a case all day. A Vietnam Veteran had been found dead in a park. After hours of work, his ex-wife was arrested and charged with his First Degree murder. It was over something stupid, he hadn't been the same after the war with his PTSD and she was mad at him for putting his country above her.
"That was horrible," Eric said into his phone as he pulled out of the lab parking lot.
"It was. He was so brave…." Calleigh responded through her cell as she drove to her place. They were discussing that day's case.
"I know… Do you have any Veteran relatives?" Eric asked.
"Um... some distant relative fought in the Civil War, but other than that I don't know. What about you?"
"I don't really know about my real family all that much. I don't think anyone in any American war's though," Eric answered.
"Oh, right," Calleigh said. "Hmmm…. How does nine o'clock tommorrow sound for a Memorial Day dinner?"
"Great, be there at nine!" Eric said, and then they both hung up the phone.
Calleigh went to bed late that night. She was too busy getting ready for the next day. After hours of preparation, she finally went to sleep. It felt like seconds of sleep, and then a loud BEEP woke her. She woke, went for a jog, showered, ate, put make-up on, and then got her clothes on. Hmmm… I am going to have a short woke day so I can wear this, she thought to herself. She pulled out bright red pumps, boot-cut jeans, a red lace camisole, and a tight fitting leather jacket that made her boobs look great. Diamond stud earrings acted as the icing on the cake.
She got in her cross fire, gunned the engine, and sped off to work. She stepped out, and thought… maybe I shouldn't have worn this. She ignored the thought quickly, and got in the elevator, and walked into the ballistics lab. She put an extra spring in her step, due to Eric being in her mind.
Later that day she was working on paper work. COD: three stabs to the chest; medium penetration. Witness (es): Mother (Samantha Lyons.) Her lean hand scrawled across the paper. The pen tapped onto the desk as she took a sip of coffee. But, she almost spit it out when she saw somebody leaning against the door. That somebody was tall, muscular, handsome, and Cuban. A perfect man and he looked perfectly handsome. "Café Cubano?" He asked.
"How'd you know?"
"The smile. There is nothing else like it," he answered her.
"Ah…. What did you want?
"Well, I originally came down here for the paperwork, because H is getting impatient about it," he said, with a sight. "But now I want something else," Eric hinted.
"And that is…?"
"You to wear that all the time,"
"All the time. I thought that you might want to see it… not on me?" Calleigh played along. She was glade he liked it though, she had worn it especially for him, after all. She definitely knew that she wanted to see Eric naked.
After a hearty laugh he said, "Ok I can't deny that," and then took a few steps closer to the blonde beauty. He was just in front of her, at a perfect distance for a kiss. He could easily look down, and probably see a lot of her chest. Being a man, he did, but not for too long so that she hopefully wouldn't notice (he couldn't be sure but he was pretty sure that she was wearing a black push-up bra, which he liked.)
"Like what you see?" Calleigh asked, catching him off guard. She didn't need to ask, but she wanted to. His cock was clearly enlarged. He immediately raised his gaze to her face. He had apparently expected her to be mad, based on the slightly fearful glint in his eyes. To ease his nerves she said, "I like what I see," And lowered her gaze top in-between his legs, where it had been moments earlier.
"You do?" He asked, still shocked about how un-professional she was being. Her outfit, tone, and words were all very seductive. And seduction was not a part of work. She was Calleigh Duquesne- the Little Miss Professional Lady—right?
"Yep, I'll see you in… an hour, everyone is getting ready to leave so you can follow me to my house," And turned around to get back to work. Eric took the hint and left, but not before he had gotten an amazing view of her ass.
After wok Calleigh got in her car, and winked at Delko to follow her. Throughout the traffic home, all she could think about was their relationship. Am I being to forward? What if he wants to sleep over? Should I let him? What if he doesn't want to, and hates it, and hates me? What if…
Eric's thoughts were very similar to hers. I shouldn't ask to sleep with her, that would be rude, right? But she seemed like she wanted to earlier? Maybe this is just a friendship thing and nothing more? That is probably it… after all we haven't done anything since Easter…
They pulled into her driveway and took deep breaths. This was a first for them, and very important. Eric got out of his car, and opened Calleigh's door for her. His arms flexed slightly when he pulled the door open, and it was a definite turn-on for Cal.
"Why thank you sir," Calleigh said, and she didn't go light on her mouth watering southern accent either. It seemed like she was playing it up as much as possible, as if she knew how it affected the dear man.
"No problem ma'am."
Hand-in-hand they walked up to the door and stepped inside. It smelled like vanilla, lavender, and jasmine mixed. "I'm going to go put dinner in the oven, it will take a while to bake, so we can talk for a while," Calleigh announced. To her surprise, Eric followed her. She ignored him and pulled out the enchiladas that she had prepared the night before and put them in the oven. She expected him to comment, so she said, " I made these…. They probably won't be as good as your mom's but I tried."
Eric, however, wasn't paying attention to her. His thoughts were focused on the pictures that were on the wall. One of the old team (before Speedle's death), and another of the new team (with Ryan and Tara.) There was one of her, Natalia, Alex, and Maxime. Another that had all of the guys; Horatio was at the top, and facing sideways, but Eric and Speed were arm in arm. These were great, but Eric preferred the others. There was one of him, Speed, and Calleigh, one night when they went clubbing together. They all got a hell of a hangover from that experience. The best picture (or at least in Eric's opinion) was the one of just him and Calleigh. She was in a little black dress (but with a very deep V-neck) and he was in a suit. It had been taken at the lab's Holiday party a year ago. Calleigh's voice reeled him away from his thoughts, and back into reality though, so he responded with "I'm sure they will taste great, Cal."
"Thanks, you like it?" She asked, referring to the picture.
"Definitely," Eric replied. At this Calleigh leaned against him and rested her head on his chest. His arms gripped her tiny waist, and held on as if to never let go.
"It is my favorite," She simply replied. They stood like this until the beep from the over signaled dinner was ready. Calleigh finished preparing for dinner and set the food on the table.
"Smell's good," Eric said. The food looked great too. The bright and crazy salad balanced the enchiladas and made almost every color of the rainbow visible on the plate. "Not bad," he commented after he took the first savory bite of his enchilada.
"Thanks," Calleigh replied, and then tried her own. Not bad for the first time, she thought to herself.
"Where did you learn how?" Eric asked.
"Cookbook," Calleigh admitted.
"Ah…." The rest of dinner was made up of the same, rather pointless, chatting. They avoided talking about the weather, but only barely. It dinner had lasted a minute longer they probably would have been desperate enough to mention how it was "hot and humid in Miami as usual." But, it didn't really matter. Eric was to focused on how her breasts look whenever she bent down slightly to scoop food in her fork.
Eric cleared the table, and helped put the dishes in the dishwasher. But the enchilada pan couldn't fit, so they had to wash it by hand. Calleigh filled the sink with water, and bent down to get the soap. Eric enjoyed this; he could easily see part of her ass. They washed it and put it away.
"Hey Eric?"
"Yah?" he replied. But he didn't get a verbal response. Instead, Calleigh tossed some of the extra bubbles at him, and it splattered on his face. "Now you are asking for it," he practically growled. He scooped up a giant amount of bubbles and prepared to launch it at Calleigh, but she was quick and dashed out of the kitchen. Eric wasn't about to accept defeat, so he chased after her. Calleigh took refuge on one side of the couch, and Eric stared at her from behind the opposite side. "Give up yet?" Eric teased.
"You wish!" Calleigh exclaimed just as Eric ran around to her side of the couch. But she was better than that; she jumped over it, and got on Eric's old side.
"We swapped sides," Eric said, pointing out the obvious. But Calleigh's move had given him an idea, so without another word, Eric jumped over the couch like the blonde had, and almost landed on her. Calleigh's police training had improved her reaction time, so she was just able to escape from her would-be attacker. With a dash, she disappeared into her bedroom. Eric chased behind her, and was glad to go into her bedroom. He had always wondered what it looked like, and now he got to see it. The color scheme was relaxing with blue's, green's and browns. It wasn't to feminine, but was still very pretty. He remembered why he was there, and pounced on Calleigh again. This time she couldn't get away, he caught her off guard. They flew through the air, and landed softly on the bed. Eric was pining Calleigh down, but not too rough. If his eyes weren't mistaken, she seemed to be enjoying their game.
"Got you," Eric said, and promptly rubbed the soap bubbles across her nose and cheeks. There was a momentary pause, and suddenly a playful game turned into a romantic activity. Their lips mashed together as if life itself depending on their contact. Calleigh was sure Eric wouldn't mind, so she placed her tongue inside his mouth. Sure enough, his response was more than eager. His tongue wrapped, caressed, and stroked her own. They had frenched before, but never like this. Something was different this time. Their kisses always had lust. It was hard for them not to, but the amount of lust skyrocketed. Calleigh's hands eased under Eric's shirt and rose up to his chest, but after a second she had to take his shirt off, and Eric gave her help without a second thought. Calleigh moved so that Eric was on the bottom, and it immediately felt better. All of Eric's muscles were not weightless, but heavy.
"Cal?" Eric asked. His eyes continued the question: Did she really want this to happen?
Calleigh considered answering verbally, but decided against it. Instead, she pulled off her jacket, and let the straps of her camisole fall off of her shoulders. Then she lifted Eric's hands up to her boobs, and smiled. Eric didn't need anymore reassurance, or help. He began doing what he had dreamed about since the moment that he saw the blonde angel. Little did he know, that Calleigh had been dreaming about the same thing, for just as long as he had.
So I wanted to carry on but decided against it. This story is rated T after all…. Oh and I'm not allowed to. But anyway, I wrote it, and forgot to post it. I will try and do Fourth of July before I leave for camp on Sunday, but I don't know if I'll be able to. I will get back August first, and there is no computer access there. Thank you everybody for reviewing the last chapter! It would be great to go off to camp after getting some reviews!
Love you all (but not in a creepy way),
~ Katherine ~