A/N: Companion piece to Cold and Barren. Another corker of an entry from celticgina!

Steamy

She'd done as she was told. She called him first thing in the morning when she pulled herself out of a few broken, fitful hours of early morning sleep. He hadn't sounded very chipper. In fact, he sounded like he'd been through a meat grinder, all rough and torn up. They'd said good morning and wished each other a good day. She'd kissed her phone after she had hung up. After a long morning of code and recycle time in the Fresno mainframe, she'd picked up a salad at a nearby eatery and put in her second call. She got his voicemail. Disappointed but not surprised, she left a quick message. "I'm thinking about you every second. Are you thinking about me?"

It was well past nine o'clock when she dragged herself into her hotel room, kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the bed. She threw her arm over her eyes, exhausted and missing her own apartment more than ever. She missed her sofa. She missed her kitchen with all of her carefully selected snacks that didn't come from a mini bar and cost four bucks a pop. She missed her own, comfy bed. Most of all, she missed the man that had slotted so effortlessly into her place.

She sat up and stretched. She'd promised to call him, but right now she wanted to unwind in her usual way. She got to her feet and went to the bathroom. She stopped the tub and ran a bath, as hot as she could bear it. As it filled, she undressed, tugging tiredly at her clothes, carefully setting her gun, badge and phone on the counter, just within reach. She expertly twisted her hair up, turned off the faucet, and gingerly sank into the steaming heat.

Oh, yeah. That was it.

She sighed gratefully as the hot water swallowed her up. She didn't even reach for the soap, she just laid back into the heat and let her body relax after a long day hunched in front of a box. Her eyes closed, she rotated her neck slowly in each direction, stretching the stiff muscles out. Her hands settled on her stomach. Breathing deeply again, she let the tension work itself out and into the waiting water.

Ping ping ping! Ping ping ping!

Her ringtone forced her eyes open and won a high-pitched whine of annoyance. Dammit, she cursed silently. If those idiots in the field office expect me to drive back down for some reason, I'll bust some heads.

She flicked her wrist, sending water drops everywhere, before picking up her phone and flipping it open. "Grace Van Pelt." It sounded more annoyed than she meant it to.

"Aw, did my baby have a long day?" A deep baritone filled her ear and made her heart skip a beat.

A low, purring sound answered him, clearly pleased that he was on the other end. "Wayne," she growled softly. "Thank God. I thought you were the Fresno office."

He chuckled softly. "Not getting along with our fine Frez brethren?"

"No, they're nice," she said. "But I'm done for tonight and I'm not getting out of this tub unless the building's on fire. Maybe not even then."

There was silence on his end.

She cocked her head into her phone. "Babe? You still there?"

"You're in the tub?" His voice had lost all playfulness.

She chuckled throatily. "Yep." More silence. "Why? Where are you?"

"At home. I'm, uh…in bed."

"Already? Are you that tired?"

"No." His voice sounded strained. "I'm just watching tv. I was bored and thought I'd try to catch up on my sleep since the last two nights…" His sentence petered off.

"Hmmmm," she mused. "So, anything worth watching? There should be some really bad cop shows on right about n—,"

"You are so fucking beautiful." He cut her off.

The sentence hit her like a brick. "What?"

"You are so beautiful, Grace. Gorgeous. And right now you're naked in a bathtub and I can't look at you."

She swallowed and laughed softly. "You've seen it all before."

"But I can't see it now," he said huskily. "And I want to. Where's your other hand?"

"My other—?" She didn't understand.

His voice was dripping with lust. "One is holding the phone. Where's the other one?"

"Um…on my stomach." Her fingers skittered slightly across her abdomen under the water's surface.

Rigsby rumbled deeply. "Aaaah. I love how smooth you are there. Your bellybutton is the cutest I've ever seen."

She smiled. "It's just a bellybutton."

"No," he corrected. "It's adorable. It quivers just a little when I lick it."

"Wayne," she whispered. "What are you do—?"

"Rub it for me, Grace. Tell me how it feels."

She whimpered, helpless against his order. Her fingers rimmed her navel gently and she mewled with desire into the phone. It felt good. Very good, in fact. But it was hollow at the same time. Her tummy didn't quiver under her own touch. Her fingers were creating the sensation, but they suddenly sparked with the tactile memory of fanning into his short hair as he tongued her bellybutton. She moaned with longing.

"It feels okay," she said softly. "But it's not you. I miss how your tongue feels against me. I miss how your teeth scrape my skin and give me goosebumps. I miss your hair between my fingers."

She heard his breathing break and gruff harshly in her earpiece. He didn't speak. Grace listened as he gasped loudly. Grace smiled, understanding perfectly. As her fingers traveled lower and her middle finger traced her clit, she gasped back.

"No," she moaned. "No, my hands don't feel right. They're not strong enough. Not rough enough. I need it harder. I need more."

"Graaace." A hiss in her ear and she cried out, her body momentarily fooled into thinking that the sensations being created in her lower region were his handiwork.

"Baby," she whimpered back. "Tell me what you're doing."

He gave a strangled bark. "Jerking off."

"Tell me how," she asked breathlessly, her own hand speeding up.

"Fuck," he muttered. "My right hand's wrapped around my cock and I'm imagining it's you."

"Am I fisting you?" Her outrageously sexy question made him growl. "Or am I sucking you? Or am I riding you?"

"Oh, God. Any of them. All of them. I don't care, I just want you touching me. Your hands, your lips, your tight little pussy. I want all of them."

Pleasure spiked between her legs and made her thighs spasm violently. She cried out his name before answering. "Then I'll choose. Right now, I want to suck you. First, just the tip, so softly that before long you're screaming at me to take more. Then I want to just devour you. I want you to grab me and just choke me with your cock. You taste so good, baby. I want to lick you like candy."

"Jesus Christ," he hissed hotly.

"Yes!" Grace encouraged. She was getting so close. Hearing him so excited, so frustrated, was pushing her quickly towards the brink. "Oh, baby, I miss you so bad. I miss how you touch me."

"Believe me, you don't want it now," he panted hoarsely. "I promise you wouldn't like how I'd touch you if I had you right now."

"I would," she moaned desperately. "Tell me. Tell me what you'd do."

He groaned loudly, she could tell his breathing coincided with his pumping fist. "I'd split you in half," he promised darkly. "I'd pin you to this bed and fuck you so hard that I'd break you. I'd shove my cock anywhere it would fit. I'd bite your tits and your ass. And I'd come all over that perfect little bellybutton of yours."

Grace screamed. Ecstasy rocketed through her body so violently that her head snapped to one side and she dropped her phone on the floor. Water rippled all around her as she spasmed and jerked harshly. Behind her own orgasm, she heard Rigsby roar deafeningly from the tiny speaker on the floor. Her eyes drooped as she moaned. Between the hot water and that amazing release, she'd never felt more relaxed and exhausted. She groped blindly next to the tub until she found her phone.

"Wayne?" she rasped.

She could hear the ragged drag of his breathing on the other end. "I'm here," he managed.

"Oh, my God," she said softly.

"Heh," he chuckled. "Yeah, that...that was pretty damn hot."

"I still miss you," she pouted.

"Good," he panted. "Because I'm still going crazy here without you."

She smiled sleepily. "Just two more days. We can make two more days."

He snorted in annoyance. "I'll be a mess by the time you get here, baby."

Her smile deepened. She reveled in the fact that her love had such a potent effect on such a strong, self-reliant man. It meant she wasn't alone in this…this debilitating need. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Morning, noon and night," he insisted.

"Promise. Goodnight, Wayne."

"Goodnight, baby. I am so fucking in love with you. Call soon."

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