CSI:MIAMI SEASON 11

Episode 7

A/N: This is the cable episode of the show, this one would never make prime time tv, so it definitely gets an M rating. I've been PG up until now, but I've been texted, emailed and fussed at...so, my wonderful editor...This one is all for you!

Oh, and if you are under 18, you might want to skip this chapter, your parents wouldn't approve.

Calleigh spread the blanket over the soft hay while Horatio began to remove his clothes. When she looked up, he was totally naked, in all his muscled glory. She crawled forward and ran her hands up the back of his legs until she reached his firm backside. By that time his body was telling her just how much he liked what she was doing. It was time to up the ante. She leaned down and gave his rigid length a long lick. His hands moved to her hair and he tried to move her up from the floor. She looked up and grinned, and then moved her hair to one side, took his length in her hand and pumped before taking it in her mouth.

"Calleigh, oh God, stop."

She looked up at him impishly. "You're the one that started without me. I fix a nice blanket, and when I look up..." She ran her tongue around his soft head. "This handsome guy is starin' at me."

He reached down and pulled her up, and slowly began undressing her, kissing and licking as he went. "Since when do you go braless?"

"Since I knew you were just gonna take it off once we got out here."

He worked the buttons on her jeans. "No panties either?"

"Just two more things to get lost out here."

"You sure you haven't been up here with anyone?"

"Just in my dreams, Handsome. Oh, God, that feels so good."

He was licking circles around one of her nipples, and palming the other one. She felt like she was going to explode. He lowered her to the blanket, and continued his southern exploration of her body. When his hand ran down her thigh, her legs involuntarily parted, allowing him access to where she really wanted him. He seemed to sense it, as he moved his hand back up her thigh, cupping her curly blonde mound. He could feel how aroused she was, and he was dying to taste her. He applied kisses to her stomach, moving down to settle in between her legs. Horatio held out his tongue and took one long slow lick in between her folds, and then circled her swollen nub. She almost came off the blanket. He did it again, this time inserting a finger inside her. This time she bucked up into him. He pulled back, and then slowly tortured her with his tongue, adding another finger. She was close, he could tell, so he began to pump his fingers faster until she sprayed him with her sweet nectar.

He removed his fingers and licked them clean, and then used his tongue to clean his beautiful bride. He had to have her now. He moved up her body and kissed her deeply, pillaging her mouth with his tongue. She moaned loudly into his mouth as he buried himself to the hilt inside her warm inviting depths. She bucked hard against him, ordering him to faster and harder, and who was he to deny her. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and began to pound into her as hard as he could. She kept up with the encouragement, he was afraid of hurting her, but she told him not to stop. She came again, hard.

"Turn over, Sweetheart." He pulled her onto her hands and knees and was back inside her in a second. She laid her head on the blanket, giving him deeper access. "Better?"

"Oh, God, yes!"

He gritted his teeth, he was close, but he wanted to feel her spasm around him one more time. He reached around and played with her swollen nub. That's all it took. She began to push herself into him, causing him to pound harder and harder. She spasmed, he shot his seed deep inside her.

"Oh, my God, Handsome...where did all that come from?"

"You wanted a high school boy, I did my best." He eased her legs down so she was lying next to him.

"Well, since I have nothing to compare it to, that makes you better than any high school boy I ever knew." She ran her hand down his chest, and then back up to his neck and drew him down to her. "I love you."

"I love you too, mon petite balle."

"I like the way you say that. I'm gonna kill Mama for teaching you how to say it like that, but as long as it's only us, when we're like this together."

"Naked?"

"Pretty much. Alone. Can you imagine what the lab would do if they found out? I'd be bullet girl all over again." She reached over for her jeans and pulled them on. "We'd better get back. I'd hate for the kids to wake up and not be able to find us."

"Worse yet, come out here looking for us." He grinned.

"Oh, sweet Lord, don't even go there!"

Once they were dressed, Horatio shook out the blanket and folded up, and followed Calleigh down the ladder. He heard a crack, followed by a scream.

"Watch out, one of the lower rungs just broke."

"Which one?"

"Second from the bottom."

He looked down and frowned. She was on her backside rubbing her left ankle. "Sweetheart, what happened?"

"The ladder broke, and I missed the bottom rung. I landed on my ankle funny and now it hurts like hell."

"Don't move, I'll be right down."

"I don't think I could move if I tried." Tears were starting to fall. "It's really swelling up."

He tossed the blanket aside and knelt next to her. "Let me see." He ran his hand over the area and she flinched. "Where does it hurt the most?"

She pointed to the bone protruding from the side of her left ankle. "The bone and the tendons all the way back here."

"All right, let me get you inside, and then I'm going to get Ruthie."

"Horatio, she's an OB/GYN."

"I'm sure she remembers back in medical school." He bent over and scooped her up, carrying her across the field, into the house and up to their room. He place pillows under her ankle. "I'll be right back." He hurried down the stairs to the kitchen and came back with a baggie of ice. He found a cloth in the bathroom, wrapped the ice in it, and applied it to her swollen ankle. "Will you be all right for a few minutes?" She nodded and batted away the tears from her cheeks. He kissed her softly and hurried next door to retrieve her sister-in-law.