A/N: Rating changed because someone asked nicely. First time doing this so be gentle. (Puns intended)

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The sun woke Horatio, alerting him right away that he was not in his own bed. Turning his head, he saw a baby picture of Ray Jr. on the nightstand. Smiling, Horatio reached to pick it up. Only then did he notice the weight on his chest. They must have shifted in the night because Yelina's head lay near Horatio's heart, her hand splayed over his belly button.

He sighed with contentment. Never in a million years did Horatio think he would wake up like this. Of course he'd dreamt about it, he was, after all, human. But those dreams were extinguished by his mental barriers and extremely cold showers.

Now all that was gone. The barriers had been destroyed and the tension had evaporated into a level of intimate trust and love that Horatio didn't know existed. He sighed again…and inadvertently awoken Yelina.

My pillow is breathing, she thought.

Events from the night before flashed in Yelina's mind. Ray Jr. gone… Horatio… complicated… oranges… fingertips, lips and 'I love you'.

She smiled against his chest.

"Buenas dias." Horatio whispered huskily.

Yelina lifted her head to look at him. "Buenas dias." Her accent melted the words together.

She tried to move back on her side of the bed but Horatio stopped her…by grabbing her hips. After realizing what he'd done he let her go.

Sitting up Yelina held his hands. "Are you afraid to touch me?" Her tone was playful but her face was serious.

Not waiting for an answer, Yelina straddled him. She leaned down but did not kiss him, she just hovered her lips over his. If he wanted this, he would have to take it.

Lifting his head, Horatio took what Yelina had offered. He even surprised himself when his tongue ventured into her mouth.

Still tastes like cinnamon, he thought.

Yelina guided his hands under her shirt and up her sides. She hoped he would get the point but wasn't expecting him to roll her over on her back.

Horatio unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. "Am I…" Tossing them on the floor, his hands slid under her shirt and unclasped her bra. "…afraid…" It joined her pants on the floor. "…to touch you?" He slid off her panties and ran his fingers through her feminine curls. "You tell me."

A gasp escaped her when his thumb rubbed her clit. "Horatio…" He silenced her with a kiss and slipped his index and middle fingers inside of her.

She arched her back into him, separating their lips. Her head tilted back against the pillow. Horatio trailed kisses from her chin to her neck and up to her ear.

"Am I afraid?" he whispered.

Yelina couldn't answer. She was afraid she might scream. Horatio put more pressure on her clit and quickened the pace of his fingers. Yelina screamed anyway.

"Am I?" he asked again. She was close, very close. Horatio could feel her walls contracting around his fingers. "Yelina?"

"Nnnooo." A second later her body stiffened and shook.

Horatio removed his hands from her. He watched her lay there, panting. He rubbed his thumb across his slick fingers, thinking. Another decision needed to be made. Unbuttoning his shirt and pants, he was thankful that he and his libido were on the same page.

Yelina felt the mattress move under her but she didn't open her eyes. She was trying to catch her breath. No one had ever made her feel like this. All of this was new, like her first time; which was crazy because, technically, she and Horatio haven't even had sex yet.

Yet. That thought aroused her all over again. If Horatio could do this to her with just his hands…

Thinking stopped when she felt his hands just above her calves. Yelina opened her eyes to see a naked Horatio between her legs. He pulled her to him and nibbled on her earlobe.

"I think you're a bit overdressed."

The only garment left on her was a shirt. Horatio pushed it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. All thought and reason escaped him as he stared down at her.

She knew what he was going to do and, quite frankly, she would've let him do it if her throbbing hadn't morphed into an ache of anticipation. She rubbed his face, refocusing his attention, and slid her hands down his chest and stomach. Gently taking his erection in her hands, she slowly stroked him.

Horatio's eyes shut. "Yelina." His hands massaged her claves. If Horatio didn't stop her now he would explode. Halting her hands by holding her wrists, he didn't move.

Not knowing what she did wrong, Yelina twisted her hips to get his attention. Horatio held her hips still with his other hand and tightened his grip on her wrist. His eyes were still closed and his brow was furrowed in concentration.

She smiled. Horatio was a perfectionist and this was no different.

He took a deep breath and locked eyes with her. Bending down, Horatio kissed her and released her hand. Lifting her hips, he slowly slid inside of her. She bit her lip and gripped his back.

With every motion of his hips, every thrust, Yelina lost a bit of air until she could barely breathe at all. She was getting light-headed and didn't know if it was from the lack of air or their love-making. Not that she really cared at this point. She would rather die like this in his arms than ever make him stop.

Yelina's climax brought Horatio into his own. They lay there, bodies slick from sweat with foreheads pressed together. Horatio rolled over, taking Yelina with him. She put her head on his chest and caught her breath. She felt…complete? Whole?

"Horatio?" she whispered.

"Hmm?"

She kissed his chest directly above his heart. "I love you."