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**WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND LANGUAGE! You Are Warned**

"His endeavors to arouse me from the condition of abnormal gloom into which I had fallen, were frustrated, in great measure, by certain volumes which I had found in his library. These were of a character to force into germination whatever seeds of hereditary superstition lay latent in my bosom. I had been reading these books without his knowledge, and thus he was often at a loss to account for the forcible impressions which had been made upon my fancy."

From "The Sphinx" by Edgar Allan Poe

Staring into the dark amber liquid that filled the glass, Horatio contemplated life. This wasn't something that he wasn't used to- just about every other event in his life always led him to where he was now, alone and staring into an abyss, trying to make sense of everything. Throughout all of his losses, he found solace in a glass, and the liquor, a balm to quell the destructive thoughts that came with this personal analysis. The results were all the same, the conclusion one that he'd come to terms with years ago: he wasn't deserving of an ounce of understanding or happiness. He survived on pushing this revelation down and with distancing himself from any semblance of happiness, but now that he had a taste of just how good happiness could be, he found himself fighting harder than before to reconcile.

Taking another deep gulp, Horatio shook his head and then held up the glass more, giving the wary bartender a stern glare. He'd been in this place for hours now, sitting in solitude and no one had even made an attempt to bother him, but he could now see that the bartender was waging whether to stop, especially since it was obvious to him that he was looking at a tortured soul. Horatio could tell that he didn't want the burden of the eventual demise on his shoulders. Despite this however, Horatio didn't think that he was sufficiently numbed from the words that had pierced him deeply and so he held up his glass again, impatiently waiting to be filled.

Sitting at a small table near one of the open air window's, Taylor sat by herself, nursing a Mimosa that she had ordered. After going to the Miami Dade Police Department and answering questions about the professor she'd once admired, she made her way here. Looking over towards the bar, she noticed the red head sitting there, another drink being poured for him.

He'd been there when she'd arrived, taking little notice of him until she sat down. Now though, she could see the slump of his shoulders as if the weight of the world was sitting on them. Tilting her head some, she watched for a few moments longer and decided to go over. Standing and picking up her drink, she walked over, taking a seat one down from him at the bar. Glancing to him as he took the shot glass in hand and down the liquid, she looked back at her drink, "Must be pretty bad to be drinking like that."

Looking back at him, she shrugged, "Sorry, just an observation."

Horatio held up the glass again and nodded, keeping his eyes forward, "Things could be better. Another one…won't hurt." Satisfied when the bartender filled the glass again, he smiled lazily as his words slurred tipping the glass towards him, "You're doing the world a great justice, my friend." Downing the liquid, he held it up again, this time turning towards the lovely voice sitting next to him. His smile lingered as he took an appreciative glance and then chuckled, pointing, "You, however, look as if life's been nothing but a surprise for you." When he glanced back to see the glass still empty, he frowned, "One more can't hurt, friend."

"Sorry, sir, you've reached the limit," the bartender said as he placed the bottle back behind him. "I can serve you anything but alcohol now."

Horatio conceded and then gave him an understanding nod, pulling out his wallet, "I can…u-understand your position." Pulling out a couple of bills, he placed them on the bar, "I won't hold it against you." Folding his wallet, he clumsily stood and then smiled back at the young woman, shaking his head, "I didn't drive, but I think…I think it's time for me to leave."

Turning to him, Taylor crinkled her brow, "Excuse me, sir…would…would you like to have a drink with me? My treat?"

Images of Calleigh crowded his brain as he nodded, and he grimaced as if the sparkle of her eyes pained him. Shaking himself out of it, he smiled and offered his hand, "Certainly, but I don't think that I'm welcomed to drink in this establishment any longer. Do you have anywhere else in mind?"

Taking his hand as she got off the stool, she shrugged, "There's another bar next door if you'd like to go there instead."

"That works," Horatio laughed as he took in the young woman's appearance. Arching a brow appreciatively, he exhaled, contemplating yet another route to take in numbing himself from the pain of his loss. He nodded and leaned in, "Lead the way, um…"

"Taylor…" she smiled as she looked into his hazy blue eyes, seeing something more there. Nodding her head, she began to walk and looked to make sure he was following. Satisfied he was, they made there way to the door and out into the Miami sunlight. Squinting, she moved to his side, walking, "So, you know my name, what's yours?"

Horatio placed his hand on the small of her back and chuckled, "My name…well… my name's Horatio." He looked to Taylor and laughed more, "Silly name, right? My mother thought it would be something of an advantage to have a name of prominence. I just think that she read too much." Seeing the bar, he nodded, "This was the one you had in mind?"

"Yeah." Coming to the door, she smiled as he opened it for her and went in. Letting her eyes adjust, she looked around, finding a table back in the corner away from everyone. Heading towards it, she looked up at him, "Horatio…he was a character in Hamlet wasn't he?"

"Yes, he was. Unfortunately, Hamlet's a tragedy, little did my mother know how close it would be to my own life." Silence fell in between them and he steered her to the bar, determined to let go of the festering pain. Smiling, he cleared the air and looked deeply at Taylor, knowing that he would continue to medicate the pain away nestled between her legs. "How about that drink?"

"Sure. But…" she said taking his arm and steering him towards the table she'd seen, "How about we sit at a table. I don't really care for bar stool's all that much."

"Oh…alright. A table does seem much more…intimate." Coming closer to her, he pressed his body against her and smirked deviously, "Sometimes intimacy is just what we all need."

"Sometimes it is," she replied softly as she smiled up at him. Leading him to the table, she took a seat and watched as he took the seat next to her. Raising her hand to the waitress and getting her attention, Taylor looked back to him, "So, Horatio…bad day?"

"You can say that. Things just didn't work out, I suppose." Her images assaulted him again and he frowned heavily, "But I don't want…to…talk about that. How about you, how's your day going so far, Taylor?"

"Probably the same as yours." Looking up as the waitress came over, Taylor ordered there drinks and looked back at him. "A very close person to me died and people won't stop asking about him."

Focusing on her, Horatio sighed and tilted his head, "I'm sorry to hear that, Taylor. It's always bad when we lose the ones we love." Closing his eyes against his own pain, he rubbed his temple and cleared his throat, "We put so much into our relationships that we never fathom that they will cease to exist. It's hard to get over." Watching as the waitress came back with the drinks, he added, "But we do what we can to cope, right?"

"That we do," she replied as the waitress placed there drinks down and she handed her some bills. Taking hers in hand, she held it up to him, "To coping."

Raising his glass, he smiled, "To coping." Downing the drink, he placed it on the table and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, keeping his eyes down, "So…this person, was this your significant other or just a friend?"

"A friend…a friend that I wanted to get to know a lot better," she sighed as she raised her hand again to the waitress. "I thought him and I could be happy if we had the chance…but it was taken from us when he died."

Horatio nodded and stared at the table, his thoughts running rampant. He had the same ideals with Calleigh, but it seemed that they were never given the chance to cultivate their relationship. Sighing, Horatio ran a stiff hand through his hair and felt the emotion rising, "It's sad when we're never given the chance."

Ordering a bottle for them when the waitress came back, Taylor turned to him more, "I take it that's what happened with you? A woman didn't give you a chance?"

"No, she didn't," Horatio responded, hanging his head. Lifting it, he smiled faintly and shrugged, "But to be fair, I did lie to her, despite the fact that it was done to protect her. She's been stressed, so I didn't want to upset her anymore. I should've known better though. Now…now she wants nothing to do with me. I promised that I'd be there, I break my promises too." Laughing almost bitterly, he took the shot in hand and drained it, slamming the glass down angrily, "That's me, the one without the scruples."

Watching him, Taylor then looked down at her glass. When the waitress brought back the bottle, she poured herself and him another drink and reached over, placing her hand onto his, "Look's like we've both been hurt pretty good. But with you…you were trying to protect someone." Shaking her head, she whispered, "She's a fool for leaving you over that."

Horatio chuckled and raised his eyebrows as he took the drink in hand, "Yeah, well, I was a fool to believe that she needed my type of protection. From the start, I've been jealous, overly protective…We," he faltered slightly, "we're apparently not meant for each other."

Smiling some, Taylor looked down and shrugged, "You're a nice looking man…I'm sure there's someone out there that you're meant to be with."

"I'm sure, but that doesn't mean that I should. I'm poison. I either kill or hurt the ones I love." Horatio put the glass to his lips and tossed it back, slamming the glass down. Looking to Taylor he smirked, "You must feel like living dangerously today."

Pouring herself another drink, she raised a brow, "And why do you say that?"

"Because you're sitting here with me instead of running away," Horatio answered with a hint of acidity. "Calleigh was smart, she walked away from me…"

"That or very stupid," Taylor replied as she lifted her drink, "But, that's my opinion." Drinking it down, she set the glass down and turned to him again. Deciding to change the subject, Taylor snickered, "How old are you, Horatio?"

Horatio laughed and sat back, "Fifty one. Am I too old for you?"

"No…I don't consider that old at all. I'm 24 though, I'm I too young for you?" she teased back with a smile.

Horatio surveyed her lips and then her eyes, the alluring sparkle that they held and gave a short chuckle, "Not by my standards, I had a wife as young as you…she by some miracle loved me." The thought of Marisol caused the smile to deteriorate and he cleared his throat, "I'm probably not what you want to get mixed with, Taylor. You seem like you're intelligent, you are very gorgeous…remind me, why are you talking to me?"

"Cause you looked like you needed a friend when I saw you sitting at that bar," she replied softly. Reaching over, she placed her hand onto his, "I know what that feels like too."

"I do need a friend, Taylor. Will you be my friend?" Horatio could feel the affects of the alcohol he'd consumed and closed his eyes, "I'm not much of a friend right now though…"

Moving her hand from his, she pushed a strand of his hair from his face, "I'll be your friend…and as your friend, I think you've had enough to drink. How about we get you home?"

"I don't have a home," he answered as he reached for the glass. When she tried to counter him, it slipped from his hand and he admitted, "I haven't had enough, it still hurts." Looking to Taylor, he smiled sadly, "But…I think I have to learn how to cope with the hurt."

"Why don't you let me help you, Horatio?" Taking both his hands into hers, she whispered, "I won't let you hurt anymore."

"Not hurting anymore, good luck with that, Taylor." Looking to her, he gave her a lopsided smirk and laughed, "You're up for an adventure apparently."

Standing up, she nodded, "Maybe I'm just ready for a change." When he stood up and faltered, Taylor reached for him, steadying him and laughed lightly, "But for now, I think you need to sleep this off. You'll probably have one hell of a hangover when you wake up."

"And then I'll be dealing with another type of pain," Horatio slurred as she held him up. Wrapping his arm around her, he looked to her, "Tell me you want to spend the night with me, Taylor."

Nodding, Taylor whispered, "I do want to spend the rest of today and tonight with you, Horatio. I think we can help each other."

"Help each other, I like that," he said as he attempted to straighten himself again. He sighed and nodded, "Although, I don't know how good of a help I'll be to you."

Keeping hold of him, Taylor shrugged, "I'm sure you'll be fine once you sober up. You don't seem like the type man that drowns his sorrows all that often."

"You are very observant, Taylor." Gaining a somewhat steadier gait as they started walking, he smiled, "You must allow me to pay you back for the drinks. It's not right of me to not pay."

"Pay me back by letting me help you for now, how about that?" she asked as they made it to the door and she got him outside. "Now, you said you walked…and I did also, how about we take a cab to my place and you can crash there?"

"That sounds like a plan, Taylor." Arching his brow, he asked, "Where is your place?"

"About a ten minute drive from here. Why?" she asked with a smirk.

"It's closer than my hotel. We won't have to go so far." Horatio gazed at her and smiled lazily, "You are a very beautiful woman, you know that, Taylor?"

Blushing some, she looked down, "I wouldn't say that, Horatio. I don't see myself that way."

"Well, you are, Taylor. Don't ever doubt yourself," Horatio responded sternly. He smiled and looked forward, "We're going to have a nice day, aren't we, Taylor?"

"I think we are, Horatio." Seeing a cab and waving it over, she smirked, "Come on, let's get you to my place and get some coffee and aspirin into you. It'll help the hangover you'll have."

Allowing her to help him inside the cab, he turned to look to her and sighed heavily, "Thanks for helping me, Taylor. I'll never forget it."

Getting in next to him, Taylor chuckled, "Well see when you wake up." Giving the driver the address, Taylor sat back, turning herself to Horatio, "And so you know, I don't usually pick up guys at a bar. I'm usually too busy with work and school."

"Work and school, you are very busy." Settling in, he smirked, "I usually don't have time to go to bars, I'm always working. I'm a cop. CSI actually."

Laughing, Taylor placed a hand on his thigh, "And here I thought you were a lawyer or something like that. You have this power look to you…which I like."

"Nope, just a simple CSI. Lieutenant Horatio Caine at your service." Placing his hand on top of hers, he smiled, "What is it that you said you did?"

"Well, I'm going to school for business management, and I work as a medical transcriptionist for a heart cardiologist downtown four days a week." Looking into his eyes, she smiled, "Kinda boring compared to your job really."

Horatio shrugged and gazed at her, "Sometimes, boring can be better. The things I see, I wouldn't want anyone else to see."

Turning her hand over, she looked down as she squeezed his hand and then looked back into his eyes, "You must see a lot of bad things then."

"Terrible things," Horatio said as he returned her squeeze. He looked to her and then averted his eyes, feeling the despair wallowing, "There's so much bad in my life. I was just looking for something good."

Studying him, Taylor then reached with her other hand, her fingers going to his chin and then turned him back to her, "How about we let this be day one of better days?"

"I'm all for that," he responded with a faint smile. Taking her hand, he held it, "I can't thank you enough for your help, Taylor. Without you, this would've probably ended…wrong."

Shrugging, she sighed, "Think of it this way, Horatio…we're helping each other." Leaning to him, she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and blushed slightly, "So thank you."

Horatio felt the heat that accompanied her kiss and smiled. He released her hand and leaned in to brush his lips against hers briefly before snatching himself back. Fighting with her to let go of his other hand, he stammered, "I-I…I'm sorry, Taylor. I shouldn't have done that…"

"Horatio…" she replied as she held onto his hand, "it's okay…really." Blushing again, she looked down, "I uh…I liked it, okay?"

Horatio shook his head, "Still the same, I shouldn't have. It's a little too forward of me."

Seeing she wasn't going to win, Taylor leaned over quickly, capturing his lips with hers. Letting the kiss linger she then pulled back and smirked, "There, now were even."

"I guess…I guess we are." Moving closer to her, he caressed her face once more and then stared at her intently, "Is it too forward to want more of that?"

"I don't think so." Placing her hand onto his, she gave him a smile and felt as the cab stopped. Nodding back towards the door, she whispered, "We're here. Let's get inside and we can get more comfortable."

"Lead and I'll follow, Taylor." Horatio released her and watched her get out, following directly behind her. Coming to her side, he looked at her, "This looks like a great place to get comfortable."

"It's small, but it's mine," she replied as she paid the cabbie and then took his hand. Leading him up to the door of the small home, she turned back to him, "Just, excuse the mess. I didn't straighten up this morning."

"Don't worry, Taylor, at least you have a home." Sauntering in almost clumsily, he took in his surroundings and smirked, scratching his head, "It's got character, don't beat yourself up about it."

Smiling some, she closed the door behind them and locked it, "Well, my grandmother left it to me a couple years ago…I had to spice it up some." Leading him into the small living room, she set her keys and purse down and turned to him, "So uh, you want something to drink? I've got beer in the fridge…or I can fix coffee."

"I think it's time for me to sober up, so…coffee's what I need." Feeling the need to use the bathroom, he looked to her, "Taylor…I…um…where's your bathroom?"

Pointing to the small hallway she smiled, "First door on the right. I'll uh, I'll get the coffee started while you're in there."

"Okay." Stumbling, down the hall, Horatio crinkled his brow, "Taylor, first door on the…"

"Right…" she replied as she came up behind him. Helping him along to the door, she patted his back, "I'll let you take it from here, Horatio."

"I think I can deal with that. Thanks." He entered into the bathroom and fumbled for the lights as he closed the door and smiled widely when he found the switch. Flooding the room with light, he was greeted to his image staring back at him, and he grimaced, finding his reflection disturbing. His eyes were dull and his face was ragged and the dark circles around his eyes told of the lack of sleep. The sudden urge hit him and he moved towards the toilet quickly. Once he was finished, he washed his hands and looked to the mirror again and shook his head, "What are you doing here?"

Breaking his gaze, he shook his head once more and then moved for the door, opening it then turning out the light. Keeping close to the wall, he managed his way down the hall and out into the living room, "Taylor?"

In the kitchen, Taylor finished up placing the coffee grounds and water into the coffee maker and went back out to the living room, "Coffee will be ready soon." Seeing the look on his face, she crinkled her brow, "You okay, Horatio?"

"Yeah, I'm…okay." Making his way to the couch, he nodded, "I just had an attack of conscience, but it passed." Taking a seat, he closed his eyes and then opened them quickly, "So...the coffee…is going to be ready soon?"

"In about ten minutes," she replied as she went over, turning on one of the ceiling fans. Turning back, she smiled, "Do you need anything until then?"

Horatio shot a glance to her and kept his eyes steady on her, "Well…I'm not sure I should eat anything just yet. So…I guess …I'll just wait for the coffee."

"Okay." Going over and sitting down beside him, she smiled, "You know, you can take that jacket off and make yourself at home. I don't bit…only nibble occasionally."

Horatio chuckled and leaned forward, slipping the jacket off. Tossing it to the side, he countered, "You're in luck, I happen to like that." As she came closer, he saw her blush and he exhaled lightly, the youthfulness evident in her eyes. He longed to see love looking back at him, but he realized that it wasn't going to happen.

Biting her lip shyly, Taylor glanced to him and took in a deep breath, "So, you said you're a…CSI was it?" Seeing his nod, she turned more to him and leaned back on the couch, "What exactly do you do?"

"I'm the day shift supervisor, but the basics are that I take evidence from a crime scene and analyze it to catch the bad guy. I help give the families peace of mind to know that the person who hurt their love one pays for their crime." Horatio shook his head and breathed out heavily, "It's not work that everyone can do, it takes special people…" Losing himself in thought, his shoulders hung over slightly before he came back, clearing his throat, "It's not work for the light hearted."

"It doesn't sound like it. You must be good at it though if you're a supervisor though." Getting an idea, she turned fully to him. "Turn around with your back to me, Horatio."

Surprised, Horatio looked to her and watched as she twirled her finger around and positioned himself with his back to her. Arching his brow, he asked, "What are you doing, Taylor?"

"This," she replied as her hands went to his shoulders and began to massage him. Feeling how tight they were, her brow crinkled, "Damn, Horatio…this isn't good for you. You're muscles are all knotted up."

Groaning, Horatio's eyes slid shut and he relaxed almost instantaneously. Her touch was lulling him away from all the pain and despair and he smiled as he whispered, "Your hands…are….amazing. Taylor…"

"Shh, Horatio…just enjoy this," she whispered as she moved herself, getting up on her knees behind him. With a better position, her hands continued to work his tired and sore muscles and she whispered in his ear, "Let go…even if it's just for today."

"Let go," he whispered as he rolled his head on his neck. The more she worked his muscles the more he released his thoughts, his mind becoming clear of everything that happened. A content smile began to grow on his lips and he chuckled slightly, "You're more than a life saver, Taylor."

Smiling some, she moved a little further down his back, "I do what I can to help. Sometimes I think that's my downfall in life…I try too much."

"I know what you mean," he answered in a low voice. He moved slightly when she hit a rough patch and groaned again, continuing his thought, "I've always done what I can and I'm always being left holding the basket. I often wonder why…"

Working the area, she felt as it gave and sighed, "I've thought that same thing. It's like the old saying, nice guys and or girls always finish last."

"I've heard that before," he whispered as he relaxed even more. Feeling his body loosening up, he smiled even more, "But it's all that I know."

"It's funny, you and I are a lot alike, Horatio. We both want to help, but get screwed in the end…and are left with nothing in the end." Leaning into him with her body, she whispered in his ear, "Maybe this was more then coincidence that we met today."

"Maybe," he responded, his body reacting to her touch. He took in a deep breath and let it out as his eyes opened. Her heat was intoxicating and he found himself smiling, "I'm willing to wager that it was more than a coincidence."

Feeling his body relax, Taylor wrapped her arms around him and whispered, "You know, I've never been like this with a man before…but you seem so different from the others. It's like I know you won't hurt me."

"That's because I won't," he whispered as he turned in her arms. Facing her, he moved her hair from her eyes and stared, "You…wouldn't mind if I…kissed you would you, Taylor?"

Giving him a soft smile, she shook her head, "I wouldn't mind at all, Horatio." Looking into his eyes, she reached up, caressing his cheek, "I think I would really like that."

Horatio smiled and leaned into her, his lips brushing against hers. Parting from her, his eyes searched hers and then his lips crashed against hers, the passion that he'd been holding in exploded and he pushed her gently against the couch, coming over her. He could feel her hands running over his back and he ran his tongue against her, seeking entrance. When she didn't respond, Horatio moved from her and sat back into the couch, "Taylor…I'm sorry…"

Breathing heavy from the kiss, Taylor shook her head and looked down, "No, Horatio…don't be. I…I…" Getting up, she grew frustrated and sighed, heading towards the kitchen, "I'll get the coffee."

Getting up and following her, he took her gently by the arm and pressed her against the wall. Lifting a hand to caress her face, he sighed, "I'm sorry, Taylor. I just…didn't want to take advantage of you." His eyes roved over her face and he leaned closer, whispering, "I want…to kiss you again, Taylor."

Nodding silently, she slid her arms up and around his neck, her head tilting as he moved in. Closing her eyes as there lips met, she could tell he was trying to take it slow with her. When his body pressed into her more, she parted her lips, her tongue tracing his lips.

Taking her cue, Horatio met her advances and pressed in deeper, his tongue slipping past her lips. Fighting for dominance, he could feel his control slipping and his hands began to move over her body, starting from the hip and moving it up, seeking her warm flesh. A frenzy set in and he kissed her harder, parting from her to breathe, and gazing at her, "Taylor…if you don't want this…"

Silencing him with two fingers to his lips, she smiled and let them slip down, her lips going back to his. Parting from him, she whispered and took his hand, "Follow me." As he stepped back from her, she began to lead him back towards her bedroom. When they entered, she turned back to him as he closed the distance, "Are you sure this is what you want, Horatio?"

Bringing her closer to him, he nodded, "Yes, it is." Cupping her face gently, Horatio leaned down and kissed her generously. Crushing his body against hers, he could hear her moan into the kiss and it provoked his passion, the alcohol that he was using to dull the pain now made it easier to forget everything. His hands moved almost hungrily over her body as he felt for the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly. The heat of her skin taunted him and he growled, his impatience becoming almost unbearable.

Gripping his shoulders, Taylor lost herself in the kiss, letting him have full control. She could tell he needed this and was willing to give it to him fully. When their lips parted, she breathed heavily, "Horatio…protection…"

Horatio kept his eyes closed, his voice tinged in regret, "I…I don't have any, Taylor."

Smiling, she nodded, "I do…let's move this to my bed though, okay?"

Horatio glanced to the bed and smiled, "Sure." Bending to pick her up, he looked to her as he came to the bed. Placing her down gently, he touched her cheek as she looked up at him, "We can go slow, Taylor." Taking her hand, he placed it on his shirt, "One step at a time."

"Okay," she whispered. Gazing up into his blue orbs, she gave him a seductive smile and carefully undid the button on his shirt. Moving to the next, she took his other hand, placing it onto her stomach where her shirt had ridden up some.

Moving his hand under her shirt, Horatio felt the material of her bra and he held her gaze, giving her a smile. The look of lust in her eyes pulled at his arousal and he found that he was losing control over his actions. Trying to rein it in, he breathed out heavily, his fingers glancing off of her rapidly budding nipple, "Taylor…I want you."

"I want you too, Horatio," she whispered as her hand took another button. When she reached his pants, she cocked a brow, and smirked. Going for his belt, she wagged her brow, "What all do you like to do, Horatio? Do you like it nice and easy…or do you like it rough and wild?"

Crinkling his brow, Horatio answered truthfully, "Rough…and wild." He tugged on her shirt and felt the desire build even more, "I can lose myself in a woman for hours." His fingers glided up and down her exposed side, the act sending blood to his groin, "Right now…I want to lose my control with you."

Unbuckling his belt, she whispered, "Then loose your control, Horatio. I like rough and wild…it turns me on more."

"Turns you on more?" Horatio asked, arching his brow. He gave a short laugh and then asked, "I thought you hadn't been with a man…" Yanking at her shirt, he pulled it up and freed her from it just as she unbuttoned his trousers. Her hand grazed his hardening member and he groaned, bucking on reflex. His hands couldn't move fast enough and he grabbed her bra and ripped it off, exposing her fully.

"I've been with men…just never met one like you…" she breathed out heavily with a smile as he eyed her hungrily. Smiling, her hands went to her large round breasts and pushed them together, her forefingers playing with her nipples, "Is this what you wanted to see?"

"Yes," he practically growled. Attacking the luscious globes, he palmed them almost possessively, loving the way her budding nipples felt under his touch. Leaning to take one into his mouth, he teased it relentlessly with his tongue before slipping it into his mouth completely. Sucking generously, he grasped at it's mate and tweaked her nipple, hearing her moan in abandon.

Closing her eyes, Taylor smiled as she pushed her head back into the pillow and her hands roamed over his back and shoulders. Lifting her head back, she looked down, watching him with hooded eyes. Biting her lip when he pinched at her other nipple, her hand moved to his, squeezing it, "Hard…Horatio, harder…"

At her request, Horatio simultaneously bit her nipple when he twisted the other in between his fingers, the thrill surging through his body. Her screams fueled him and he growled as he continued to abuse her, the sound of enjoyment making his body quiver with anticipation. Even in his wildest dreams of Calleigh, he couldn't be as brutal as she was asking and the sudden thought of it was freeing.

Lifting away from her pulsating nipple, he switched and latched on to the throbbing bud, looking down at her. With her eyes closed and writhing under him, he could see the wanton desires as if they were painted on the wall. His cock hardened and he thrust his hips against her as she moaned again.

Grasping at the cover, Taylor screamed out in pleasure again as he bit down on her sensitive nipple, the sexual frenzy between them growing more and more. Reaching with her hand, she slipped it between them, moving it down and finding his cock. Giving it a good squeeze, she then trailed up to the waist band of his pants and boxers and slid her hand in, her hand coming in contact with the engorged head of his cock. Sliding her fingers over it, she wrapped then around the shaft, giving him another squeeze.

Horatio gasped at her touch that set him aflame, each squeeze pushing him to go further. Releasing her breast, he traveled down ravenously, his fingers seeking out the button to her jeans, taking them down, he was faced with a pair of lacy thongs, his brow arching devilishly as his finger traced the edges. Ripping them off, he pulled the material through her lips, sure that the friction from the remnants of the thong rubbed against her clit. The scent of her sex aroused him even further and he felt himself shoot harder in her hand.

Arching her hips up as the material of her thong rubbed her, Taylor bit her lip as she smiled, letting a soft moan fall. Kicking off her jeans the rest of the way, she opened herself for him and with her free hand, ran her fingers over her bare mound and whispered to him as he watched, "I'm so wet for you, Horatio. See what you've done to me." Squeezing his cock again with her other hand, she stroked him upwards to the tip, feeling the precum that was oozing from him, "I want to taste you."

Horatio grinned deviously and thrust into her hand, "Perhaps…we can work something out." Lifting away from her, he pushed his trousers off of him and then kicked them away, freeing himself completely. His eyes rested on her naked form, his cock growing harder as he approached her again. Bringing her up, he clutched her close to his chest and felt the scraping of her nipples against his chest. His hand traveled down to her ass and clutched it, then released it to strike it. The feel of her jumping in his arms thrilled him and he smirked, "Let's see how we can do this."

Smiling, she raised a brow, "Well, there are several ways actually." Reaching down between them, she began to stroke his cock with her hand and leaned in, her lips kissing at his heated skin and whispering between them, "We could…69…me on top…or you…on top…or…on our sides…"

Weighing his options, Horatio's body reacted to her strokes and spoke breathlessly, "You…on…top." Fighting against his desires, he took her hand and stilled it long enough to get on the bed. Lying down, he looked to her firm body and licked his lips, "I want to hear you scream again."

"Good, cause I love screaming," she replied and she moved to him. Bending down, she kissed him hungrily, their tongues dueling before she pulled back. Turning around, she straddled his chest and moved back some for him. Taking his cock in hand, her tongue slipped out, running up the length of it to the tip. Collecting the precum with her tongue, she closed her eyes, "Mmm, you taste wonderful, Horatio." Without another word, her head went back down and she slipped him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the engorged head.

With her working on his cock, Horatio was dumbfounded for a moment before the scent of her sex lured him and he parted her legs wide. Dipping is tongue between her folds, he began to lap at her wetness, the taste of her pulling at him more. Hungrily, he took her with his tongue, lashing out to assault her clit, the sounds of her satisfaction rumbled over his sensitive cock and he growled as he set against her in a frenzy.

Moaning around him, Taylor bobbed her head up and down his shaft while her hands slid to his sack. Squeezing lightly, she took in a deep breath and then slowly worked her way down his shaft, taking him in fully. Holding her breath, she then swallowed around him, her throat muscles contracting around him and pulling a deep moaned from him.

Horatio continued to lap at her incessantly, trailing his tongue through her slit. Flicking at the hardened nub, Horatio could feel her body jump and he pressed her against his body, slipping his tongue now into her entrance. Spearing her, he set a break neck pace as he tongue fucked her, groaning more and more as she continued to take him deeper.

Coming back up his shaft, he slipped from her lips and cried out in pleasure, her hand moving to his cock and stroking him firmly. Moving her body, she began to thrust back on his tongue and then dove back down onto his cock. Squeezing him at the base, she sucked on him hard, her tongue slipping and sliding all around him.

Lost for her touch, Horatio moaned heavily as he continued to lick her, alternating between thrusting into her body. He could feel her shifting under his tongue and he groaned harder as she mastered his hardened cock.

Taking him deep, Taylor hummed around him, wanting to bring him to completion. Reaching out with both hands, she then ran her nails up his legs as she went down fully on him, engulfing his cock. Jumping slightly as his tongue teased at her clit, she swallowed again around him, feeling as his cock pulsed and twitched.

Her wicked strokes with her tongue pulled at his release and he could feel it building to unimaginable heights. As he increased his frantic laps, he could feel her body starting to shudder. Using his fingers, Horatio sunk them deeply into her as he flicked at her clit, the frantic sounds of her release running through her as she began to clutch his fingers with her muscled walls. Just as she was releasing, Horatio stiffened and felt his release surge through her.

Breathing heavily around him as she moaned, Taylor dove back down onto him as he began to release himself. Swallowing repeatedly, she drank him down, not wanting to waste a drop. As the last of his cum emptied into her mouth, she swallowed it down and then began using her tongue on him, making sure she'd gotten every last drop. Her own body trembled as her own orgasm began to settle, a feeling of bliss and contentment filling her.

Aroused, Horatio cleaned her thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her body trembling under his touch. Assured that he got every drop, he slowly pulled himself away from her, the desire to sink into her completely coming over him.

Releasing his cock from her mouth, Taylor breathed heavily, trying to get her body under control. Smiling, she moved her right leg, bringing it back over him and turned herself around. Leaning down to him, she kissed him softly, tasting herself on his lips.

Threading his hands through her hair, Horatio kissed her with fervor, pulling on the strands tightly. His eyes crinkled as the images of Calleigh tried to permeate his thoughts, but he was successful in pushing them back, now relishing the taste of Taylor on his tongue.

When she parted from him slowly, he opened his eyes and smiled, continuing to move his fingers through her hair, "Now…that was good. But you're not done, are you?"

"Not unless you want me to be," she smiled back as she looked down at him. Giving in another kiss she then whispered, "So, are you wanting more, Horatio?"

"I want a lot more," he answered back, thrusting his hips up. His hands drifted from her hair and down her back, running his fingertips lightly over her skin. Her light touches meandered through his hair, calming him even more and he smiled, arching his brow lightly, "I want to see your wild side, Taylor."

"And I want to see yours," she replied and then sat up. Reaching over behind her to the small nightstand, she pulled the drawer out and reached in. Finding a couple condoms, she closed it back and turned back to him, holding them up between her fingers, "First, I think we need to get you ready."

Horatio reached for the condoms only for them to be taken from him. Narrowing his brow playfully, he asked, "Now…what do you have in mind, Taylor?"

Keeping one in hand, she set the other two aside and cocked a brow. Slowly opening the packet, she pulled it out and moved back on him. Giving him a smile, she placed the condom into her mouth and leaned back down as she took him into her hand again. With her eyes looking up at him, she lowered her mouth onto him, slipping the condom on over his cock. Slowly, she began to work it down over him, her lips and tongue rolling the condom over his cock.

His eyes slid shut slowly as he groaned, the feel of her mouth on his hardened member feeling like heaven. He gripped the sheets of her bed and then gasped as her tongue traced up and down slowly, tantalizing his senses. His mind was free and clear of his past hurts and as he came to himself, he allowed his hands to drift down to her ass, clenching both globes possessively.

Once the condom was on fully, Taylor let him slip from her mouth and kissed her way back up his body. Laying herself on top of him, she kissed a trail up his neck to his chin and then mouth. Moaning and jumping slightly when he slapped her ass, she then smiled as she spread her legs, placing one on each side of his hips. Sitting up, she began to rub her sex over his hardened member, "Tell me what you want, Horatio."

"You. Fast," he said as he rocked his hips slowly. Thrusting up hard, he smirked deviously, "Hard."

"Umm, two of my favorites…" she purred as she got herself into a better position over him. Reaching down, she moved him to her entrance and slowly pushed back, the head of his cock slipping in. Closing her eyes, she breathed out as she slowly began to sink down onto him, his girth stretching her.

As she slowly filled herself of him, Horatio reached up and covered her breast with his hand and squeezed, catching her eyes as she opened them. The warmth and moisture enveloped him and he couldn't help but groan in unabashed pleasure, feeling as she began to rock slowly on him. Squeezing her harder, he growled, "Faster…"

Adjusting her legs once more, Taylor began to move up and down on his cock, her hands going behind her and using his thigh's to help balance her. Gasping in pleasure as she took him deeper into her body, she started up bounce up and down his length, setting a fast and hard pace for them.

Gripping her by the waist, Horatio gasped heavily as she took him deeper and deeper, the heat and friction driving him out of his mind. Her body felt good and as her hips meet his, he bucked up, smirking deviously. When he saw her eyes light up in a lustful smile, he released her waist and palmed her breasts, tweaking her nipples hard. A cry left her lips and he grinned as he tweaked them harder, "Faster…"

Moving up and down his length as fast and hard as she could, Taylor cried out with each thrust he made. Sweat began to form on their bodies and she moved one hand between his legs, squeezing his sack. Gasping, Taylor moaned out, "Yes…, god yes, Horatio…"

The sensation of her hand on his sack caused him to groan and he lulled his head back in ecstasy. She was like a piston, slamming her body down on his quickly, her breasts quivering with each stroke. Opening his eyes, he reached between them and found her clit and rubbed it rapidly in circles, listening to her cries of passion. While he assaulted her clit relentlessly, he reached to tweak her nipple harder and bit out, "Harder…"

Thrusting down hard and then grinding her hips into him, she leaned forward, her upper body laying on his. Attacking his mouth with hers, she gave all control to him, letting him do as he wanted.

Her weight on his body enthused him and he smirked as she kissed him feverishly. Grasping her ass, he lifted it and then slammed it on his cock, smiling more as Taylor broke the kiss to gasp. He continued to slam her down as she moaned, lifting his hips to drive into her. Once he was done, he slapped her ass and then commanded, "Sit up." When she did so, he toppled her and forced her onto her back her head now at the foot of the bed. Readjusting to fit back into her, he stroked tortuously slow as he attacked her breast, biting at her nipple roughly. Picking up the pace, Horatio slammed into her, the strained cry of her pleasure and pain hitting his ears.

Lifting her leg, he placed it on his shoulder and set a break neck pace, driving deeper and harder into her, relishing the sound of her losing her breath on a scream.

Scratching her nails over his back and shoulders as he pounded into her, Taylor wrapped her other leg around him, pulling him into her more with each thrust. Lost in sexual pleasure, her body began to tremble as her orgasm approached and she cried out to him, "Fuck me harder…make me cum, Horatio…"

Pushing into her more, Horatio slammed into her almost violently, growling with each punishing stroke. Feeling his release burning through him, he quickened his pace and then reached in between them to stroke her already tender clit, hearing her scream out more. The combination of slamming into her harder and faster, along with the attention on her clit, he could feel her explode, which led to his and he stiffened as he shouted her name, pumping his seed into the condom.

Writhing on the bed under him, Taylor's body trembled from her orgasm, the intensity of it nothing like she'd ever imagined. Trying to catch her breath, she slowly opened her eyes as he lowered himself onto her, keeping most of his weight on his forearms. Wrapping her arms around him, she whispered, "God you're phenomenal."

"You're…amazing, Taylor," Horatio answered back breathlessly. He kept his weight off of her, but was able to move her hair away from her eyes and smiled down at her, "It's never been…this intense before. Did I hurt you?"

Shaking her head, she gazed into his eyes, "No, I'm fine." Smiling more, she reached up, her fingers tracing his jaw, "You're a very passionate lover, Horatio."

"You're not so bad yourself, Taylor, but it must be you, I've never made love like that before." Chuckling, he shook his head, "You brought that out of me."

"Well I hope that's a good thing then…and that I might be able to do it again," she replied as her smile dwindled. "If not though…I'll understand."

A frown came over Horatio and he shook his head, "I don't see why we can't. You don't have a boyfriend or…a husband, do you?" His fingers traced the edge of her jaw and then down to her neck, his eyes following the trail. Finally looking up into her eyes, he could see the sadness and relented, "Oh…I'm sorry, you're dealing with a loss…"

Shaking her head, she sighed heavily, "No, it's okay, really. I just…well…I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me again or if this was just a one time thing."

"It doesn't have to be…if you don't want it to be, Taylor." Centering on her, he caressed her face, "It's a new beginning for the both of us." Tracing his finger over her lips, he smiled, "We just have to get to know each other more."

Kissing his finger, Taylor nodded slightly, "I'd really like that, Horatio." Caressing the skin on his back, she raised a brow, "Now, sir…do you think you might be able to handle some food now? I could fix us breakfast for dinner."

"Breakfast for dinner, that sounds good. I think I can handle it, nothing's happening just yet." Horatio shook his head and laughed, "I'll feel this when I wake up in the morning."

"Nah, I know a little hangover trick that a few friends taught me my freshman year at Dade U," she replied with a small giggle. "I'll get you fixed right up."

"Dade U? I went to the University of Miami, but I never heard of a hangover trick. What do you do?" Horatio liked the easiness of the conversation and felt himself relaxing even more, his smile now more genuine. Earlier, he was hell bent on drinking the pain away, but now with what he had just experienced, he was certain that he could move on with just the right push. Staring at Taylor, he sighed as his fingers danced lower, "Thank you, Taylor, for everything."

Her eyes crinkled slightly and she shook her head, "For what, Horatio? We both needed someone to talk to, and granted…this isn't the type talking I meant, but, I'm still glad it happened. You seem like a really nice guy…one I'd like to get to know a lot better."

"And you're a very nice woman, one I would like to get to know better," Horatio responded as he smiled. Arching a brow, he laughed lightly, "And I'm thank you for giving me something to look forward to. For once in my life, I'm…free to do whatever I want."

"I never want you to hold back with me, Horatio…and I won't with you either. I also make a very good listener from what I've been told," she smiled as she wrapped her legs around him more. "If listening doesn't work, I can be a very good distraction."

"Hmmm, I think I like those distractions." Running his hand down her thigh and to her leg, he smirked, "I'll want more of a distraction later, and this time, I want more of your wild side." Leaning down, he kissed her lips lightly and then smiled, "And I want to help make dinner."

Chuckling, Taylor nodded, "Oh I think I can let you do that." Giving him another kiss, she sighed, "In the meantime though, uh…you uh, you might want to let me up. I kinda need to use the bathroom."

Horatio moved quickly and slipped out of her, rolling on to his back. Propping himself up on his elbow, he watched as she got up gracefully and walked to the door. His heart jumped at the sight of her phenomenal body and he arched a brow as she stopped at the door, "You're beautiful, Taylor."

Blushing some, Taylor smiled and pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, "Thank you…I must say, you're a very handsome man…I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay," Horatio responded as he sat up more. As she disappeared into the hall and closed the door behind her, he laid back and closed his eyes, the images coming back. He could hear the disappointment in her voice as it replayed like a recording in his head and he opened his eyes suddenly, the feeling of his heart breaking anew. He shook himself and determined that if she was ready to let go of the relationship, he would be as well.