Title: Watching You Sleep
Rating: T
Pairing: Eric/Calleigh
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Lyrics belong to the Matt White Band.
Spoiler: Set during 7.18 'Flight Risk'
Just a little vignette to one of my favorite scenes of season 7, I hope you like it.
'It's the morning
The white light hits your face
Your head upon that pillow
I let you radiate...
One of those moments
You just, make me happy.'
The shrill ringing of the alarm clock heralded the start of another day, red numbers angrily flashing as it attempted to jolt those nearby from slumber and rouse them from the comfort of their beds.
But Eric Delko was already awake, he had watched the dawn break the night sky from the warm and comforting cocoon of his bed. No, her bed.
He silenced the errant alarm, determined that nothing would shatter the perfection he had found in this moment and gazed down once more at the slumbering figure who held him so utterly transfixed.
For the past couple of hours he had lay awake, entranced by the hypnotic rise and fall of her chest against his, by the exquisite feel of her skin beneath his fingertips, by the sound of her soft breaths and gentle murmurs that occasionally broke the serene silence of the dusky room.
The first time he had kissed her, he'd felt his heart skip a beat, his tentative hands had all but shook as he reached out to caress her cheek with shy, uncertain fingers, clinging to her desperately as lips and tongue met over and over and over again. Even his most vivid dreams had not done justice to that moment, it had been... perfection.
Yes, the feel of her lips moving against his for the very first time had been heady and overpowering enough, but now lying there in her bed, her sated, naked body wrapped around his, Eric was certain he must be dreaming, as he struggled to make sense of the heady euphoria that had engulfed him.
His hand dipped below the light sheet covering their bodies, sweeping in gentle, lazy strokes across her back, mapping every inch of her soft skin as she sighed softly into the crook of his neck. His eyes roamed over her pretty face, the fan of her lashes against her cheek, her full, pink lips, curved into a smile even as she slept - drawing him closer, enticing him to touch her, to kiss her.
Memories of the night they had spent together were all consuming; the feel of her supple, warm body moving against his, the whispered, urgent murmurs that ghosted from her lips as first his hands and then his lips had burnt a sacred path across her body.
Eric swallowed hard as he vividly recalled the sensation of her hands moving across his skin, searching, teasing, claiming every inch of him for her own, fingernails grasping urgently into his shoulders in the moment they had finally become one.
He could still hear her frantic whispers, her accent thick and sweet like molasses as she lay beneath him, her small frame cradled gently in his arms as he moved within her, her hips meeting his for every slow, deep thrust, again and again and again.
Eric knew that he was in love with her, he had loved her for so long now that he couldn't remember a time when his heart hadn't belonged to her, but the reality of this, of finally making love to her had been his undoing. He knew now that he would always be consumed by her; her touch, her scent, her taste, the sound of her voice calling out to him as she found that blissful release in his arms... how it had felt to lose himself within her.
They had laid together in the afterglow, hands and fingertips caressing and patiently soothing cooling skin, as sweet, lingering kisses were exchanged and their heartbeats eventually slowed in tandem.
Holding her in his arms as she had fallen into a contented slumber, Eric knew for certain that he had never before loved anybody or anything this much. She was the one.
Calleigh murmured quietly in his arms, sighing as she felt the last vestiges of sleep begin to leave her, welcoming her slowly into consciousness. His wonderful, intoxicating scent assisted in pulling her enticingly from her dreams, their bodies so perfectly entwined, his strong arms holding her to him, like she was loved and desired - protectively, possessively.
Her eyes fluttered open, a smile already forming on her lips as his fingertips stroked gently over skin and he pressed reverent kisses to her cheeks, the bridge of her nose and finally against her waiting lips.
Her smile widened as she found him wide awake, gazing down at her through beautiful brown eyes so laden with desire and utter adoration that she forgot to breathe.
"Hi," she gazed up at him from beneath a fan of long lashes, her voice little more than a whisper as she sought out his hand and slowly threaded her fingers with his, their palms pressing together the moment their lips met in the sweetest of kisses.
Enclosing her in his arms, Eric eagerly returned her kisses; consumed, possessed, intoxicated and so completely in love.
Hours later, as they stood side by side in the lab, their eyes would meet in silent recognition of the prophetic words before them, 'I enjoyed watching you sleep.'