Title : Cure for the soul.
By : GirlOfSpring
Pairing : Nell/Callen
Summary: It all started with a certain intelligence analyst who needed her music and a certain special agent who was disturbed by the noise. A Nallen story
Disclaimer : Don't own, don't own, don't own.
Note: Well, here's then the first dream-sequence and I decided to go for Callen with this one. I am personally actually quite satisfied with this chapter, but let me know what you guys think of it!
I think that a bit more towards the end, this chapter gets a bit more M-content, so don't say that I didn't warn you.
Thank you so much for all the reviews, again! Definitely after the last chapter, they really do make me happy. Now I just want to apologise for the long wait this time, but in the end we went on the roadtrip in the middle of the week, and then I had a last week of school and I did some things with all my friends and I had to pack my things because I moved yesterday.. So, I'm sorry for the delay!
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Soft, mellow music filled the air while Callen let his eyes wander through the room he had just entered. He was standing on the highest step of the stairs that came directly after the hidden front door and led down into a bar.
He couldn't see the other side of the room because of the dark, blue smoke that was coming from different cigarettes and cigars. He tried anyway, squinting, but it still didn't really change the view.
Shaking his head, Callen walked down the stairs and slowly, he could make out the guests the bar had this evening.
Men in expensive suits, often in black or another dark colour, their hair cut short or straightened back with slick gel. The women wore classy dresses in the most different colours, varying from passionate red to calming blue, ears and slender necks decorated with the most extravagant of jewelry.
His eyes darted through the room, registering the people but not instantly recognizing anybody inside. He twisted his shoulders for a moment, before walking to the left where the bar was. He leaned against the counter and acknowledged the bartender with a small nod.
"Good evening Sam"
"Good evening, Mr Callen. The usual?"
Callen nodded and the barman, a big, muscled guy with a darker skin tone pulled out a whiskeyglass in a swift move and filled it with the amber-coloured drink. A napkin was put on the counter and then the glass was set on top of it.
Callen nodded with appreciation and took the glass for a first sip.
"A lot of new people tonight, I see. What's going on?" He asked while turned sideways so he could have another look around. He saw a few women look his way, followed by those of the men that were accompanying them. He ignored them and turned back to Sam, a questioning look in his eyes.
"Miss Blye managed to get hold of a new, rising singer for the show tonight. She's supposed to be absolutely amazing and once word got out, the guests came as flies to the honey. It's incredible, but good for business."
Callen nodded in agreement to what the bartender said.
"Where is the infamous Miss Blye anyway?" He hadn't spoken to her in quite a while now, which was not the best thing to do if you wanted to keep up your social status in this town.
Sam just grinned and started polishing a new glass, just giving the smallest twist with his eyes to something behind Callen. He grinned in response and slowly turned around, facing the woman that had come up to him.
"Well, if you speak of the devil"
Miss Kensi Blye was the very rich, very famous and very beautiful owner of the bar.
"Mr Callen, how nice of you to join us once again" She extended her hand to him and automatically, Callen took it before lifting it up to his lips. His eyes however remained on her face, every day still surprised by the black and the brown eye that calmly looked at him.
She should never be mistaken for a woman that couldn't take care of herself, even if she had a bodyguard and a fiancée who was very protective of her.
"The pleasure is all mine, of course" He smiled and let go of her hand. He knew the woman as one that always wanted to be different, to stand out from the crowd, and today was another day that she didn't fail doing this.
She was wearing a silk dress of the deepest colour of red that encircled her body perfectly, but it was shorter than the dresses of any other woman in the bar tonight and instead of covering up skin, it slit down between her breasts and showed light, perfect skin.
"Mr Martin is a very lucky man with such a beautiful woman as yourself, if I may say so" He said, referring to the host of most shows and her now fiancée.
His words provoked a loud, clear laugh and with her hand she made a small movement as if she said that it didn't really matter, but Callen noticed the shimmer of the huge engagement-ring on her finger. Always a show-off.
"I think he would be delighted if you would join him for a drink later, he does love to talk" Callen bowed slightly his head in appreciation.
"I would love that" His eyes went through the room again, before he looked back at Miss Blye.
"What is this I have been hearing about the singer you have got a hold on? I have been told she is a rising star, and the reason why I can't seem to find any acquaintances I normally see here"
Miss Blye laughed again before slightly shaking her head, causing a dark curl to graze her cheek.
"I saw her a while back in the Milestone, and she was quite good" Her friendly tone had changed into something more cool, laced with ice, and Callen recognized it for the hate it was, directed to the other bar. She had always held a grudge against it, nobody really knew why, and ever since she became owner of this bar, she had fighting a war in being the better, more popular and most famous bar, which meant that if the Milestone had gotten a hold of a new, rising singer, she had to have her as well.
"I'm sure she will be amazing" He said, before taking another sip of his whiskey.
"Excuse me" He smiled and stepped sideways, before emptying his glass in one go and asking Sam for another one.
While filling it up, the bartender glanced sideways to make sure that his boss was walking away.
"This whole feud is getting out of hand, I'm telling you" He then said quietly. Callen took his glass when he was finished and quickly looked to the owner, where she was talking to an older couple.
"She does know how to run this place, she might just get a bit too obsessed with this war and then it might cause a problem"
Sam made a noise of disagreement.
"There's no war going on, it's all in her head" He murmured, before walking sideways to help another lady.
Callen nodded slightly and started walking to the middle of the room. Here and there, some people were standing up and chatting, mostly to work on their personal connections. Typically, these were mostly the men, accompanied by their wives. The small tables were also mostly occupied, either by friends who had come for an evening out or by people such as him; people that were on their own and liked the atmosphere or the fact that they could blend in without to many questions asked.
Callen made his way through the room, looking around and being careful that he wouldn't bump into anyone. While the left wall of the room had been changed into the bar, the right side was lined with small booths were mostly younger couples were sitting close together, smoking, drinking and doing other things that wouldn't be too decent.
He ignored them and walked to the front, where the stage was dominating the room. There was nobody on it, yet, and Callen took a chair on the first row, putting his glass down on the table. He fumbled with his inside pocket and got out a cigarette.
"Light?" A hand had appeared in his vision, holding a golden lighter. He looked up and saw a tall, blond woman with a small smile on her lips. He nodded slightly before leaning forward and she snapped lighter, creating a small flame. He held his cigarette in the fire, before leaning back and inhaling the first, very welcome warmth.
"Thank you" He said before taking another puff. He hadn't recognized her and when he looked up again, the lighter was gone. In the back of his head, he registered that she wasn't wearing any purse or whatsoever. Where had the lighter gone?
The lady seemed to notice the conclusion in his eyes and she smiled again, this time with a glint of desire in her eyes. She leaned forward a bit, definitely flirting now and pushed her breasts forward.
"If you need another fire, just come and find me" She said seductively, before walking away with swaying hips. For a moment, he followed her movements, before bringing the cigarette to his lips again.
This was the good life: a cigarette in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other and some music.
A man had appeared on the stage, spreading his arms as if he was going to embrace all the people in the bar in one, big hug.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen!" Callen looked up, studying Martin Deeks. He had been host of the bar for the last year and somewhere in the process gotten engaged to the owner. He had shining, jovial blue eyes and instead of following the usual trend, he wore his hair quite long and never seemed to make an effort to control it.
"Tonight, I have the pleasure to introduce to you a new, rising star who has been very popular with her beautiful singing voice, seemingly always enchanting the men. Ladies, watch out" He smiled and winked once and Callen noticed that some of the women in the bar had straightened up a bit, as if they were preparing themselves for having to restrain their men.
He shook his head and looked back at the stage.
"Without any more delay, I give you Miss Nell Jones!"
Mr Martin walked sideways, clearing the stage. For a few seconds, nothing really happened and Callen took another sip of his glass. He was starting to get quite curious about this woman. He had never heard of her.
Then, a young woman walked on stage. She was petite, making herself look a bit taller by wearing heels and wearing a deep, green dress. His eyes followed her as she walked to the middle of the stage, where a microphone was waiting for her. With a small smile, she readjusted the height, because it was too high for her, before she looked in the room to where Mr Martin had gone off too.
"I am not as tall as you are, Martin" She said with a mischievous smile, getting a few laughs from the audience.
Callen instantly liked her.
A small group of men followed her on stage, taking place behind the different instruments, followed by three women wearing small, black dresses. The background singers went for their own microphones and then everybody was ready.
Callen didn't really watch any of them though, his eyes were glued to the petite singer. She had creamy skin, which was emphasized by the colour of the dress and the dim lighting. Her hair was untraditionally short and a fiery auburn shade unlike he had ever seen before. Not like this.
He shook his head slightly when he noticed he was staring and quickly took a big gulp of his whiskey.
In the meantime, Miss Jones had turned her head to the guy at the piano and signed something with her fingers. The pianist started playing a jazz tone and soon he was joined by the other instruments.
Then, the petite singer surprised every single person in the room by letting out a long, deep note that fit in perfectly with the music, before she started to sing.
She was amazing. Her voice was soft when it had to be, rich and powerful the next moment and all the time with the velvet overtone.
While singing, she smiled, she used her hips and her body and she flirted with the audience.
Callen was entranced, he found that he couldn't look away. She sang song after song, varying between happy tunes and the sadder ones. His cigarette lay forgotten in the ashtray, slowly burning to an end and after two songs also his glass of whisky was finished.
The latest song came to an end and she turned around. For a moment he thought she was finished and a feeling of sadness overcame him, but then a new song started. He vaguely registered it as something he knew, but all thoughts left his mind when once again she started swaying her hips to the song.
The green dress was quite open, showing her perfect skin and surprisingly a gold necklace that hang down her back.
She kept her back turned to the audience, swaying her hips, and Callen felt his heard pumping, blood rushing through his veins. Slowly, she turned around and started singing the lyrics.
He couldn't look away. His eyes were trained on her lips.
But underneath the mask, I see the skin of a man
Smooth and seductive, who's really got a plan
It's drawing me in, magnetically to you
You haven't got forever, but I got that too
He looked up, straight into the hazel eyes. She was looking at him while singing and a shiver ran down his back when he registered the words. He saw her smile before she winked and then started singing again to the whole audience.
Slowly, the song came to an end and this time there wasn't a new song.
"And a big thank you to Miss Nell Jones!" Mr Martin had appeared back on stage.
"Isn't she enchanting? No worries, Miss Jones is going to have a break and then she will be back to sing some more"
Callen heard appreciative talking coming from behind him and for a moment he turned around. He wasn't the only man that had been completely taken by the singing. He shook his head and turned around again, only to see Miss Jones leave the stage and turn back for a moment to look him straight in the eye. She raised her hand and motioned him to follow her, before disappearing through a door.
As is he was in trance, Callen got up and walked through the door, leaving the talking behind him in the room. The door lead through a small, dark corridor and at the end he saw a flash of green disappear around the corner, followed by delicious laughter. He started walking again, following the sound. It seemed to go on forever, further and further, left and right and left again and every time he rounded the corner, he could just see her disappear around the next.
He started running in order to catch her, but all of a sudden the corridor just stopped. He stared at the wall that was prohibiting from going any further and he tried pushing it away. The only thought left in his mind was that he had go get to her, be with her.
All of a sudden, he heard of soft laugh behind him and he turned around.
She was standing right in front of him. Now he was this close, he could see how small she was compared to him, even when wearing the high heels but also up close she was so much more beautiful.
He had to have her.
As if she had heard his thoughts, she stepped closer and pushed him against the wall with much more force than he thought she would have. The next second, he didn't mind because she was pressed against him, lips finding his.
He groaned at the sweet taste that was coming from her lips and pulled her closer. His hands slid down to her legs and then he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him while he turned and pushed her against the wall.
He was losing control, kissing her roughly while his fingers were tugging at the dress that was keeping him from seeing and feeling more of her creamy skin.
He was encouraged and welcomed by the softer, more feminine sounds that left the lips of Miss Nell Jones, definitely expressing pleasure.
He took her bottom lip between his own and pulled, before leaving her lips and sliding downwards to her neck. He kissed her skin hungrily while she tilted her head backwards with a moan and he nipped the skin slightly, before sucking on her collar bone.
All of a sudden, the wall they were leaning against disappeared and they fell forwards, straight onto a big and very soft bed. The legs that she had put around his waist disappeared and he pulled her up before he started pulling on the straps of the dress so he could free her. At the same time, hands had pushed the jacket over his shoulder and found the hem of the shirt he was wearing, pulling it apart. Hot fingers flew over his skin, downwards to his trousers and he buckled slightly.
At the same time, he was getting very impatient with the dress so with all the force he had, he ripped it away, revealing her body. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it and he pushed her down on the matrass again, kissing her lips. His fingers slid down to her breasts and he roughly flicked her rosy nipples, draining soft cries of pleasure from her lips.
"Please G., please!" He shivered when she called him by his name, for the name it was, and his lips slid to her ear were he nibbled on her earlobe.
Slowly, everything started to fade except for her cries for him, her voice filled with desire. He started rolling, pushing and tried to fight the fading images, trying to keep a hold on them.
"Nell!"
Callen shot up straight on his matrass, panting heavily.
It was a dream, it was all a dream. With eyes wide from shock, he tilted his head backwards and closed his eyes.
It was just a dream.
He was leaning on his arms, of which his hands were positioned on the matrass, and only then did he notice that his arms were shaking. His whole body was shaking and when he moved slightly, he felt his arousal tightening his pajama.
He groaned again and with some difficulty did he manage to get up from the matrass he had lying on the floor to sleep on. When he checked his watch, it was only an hour and a half later than when he had tried to fall asleep.
Lifting his shaking hand to his forehead, he took a deep breath to calm himself, but every time he tried to think of something else, new images of a naked Nell appeared in his mind. So completely naked and absolutely willing to have him. He shook his head and stepped away from the bed.
What did this mean exactly? Did he have feelings for her? Or did he just really, really want to have sex with her until he couldn't do it anymore? Somewhere in the back of his head, a small part of him definitely appreciated that idea.
He started making his way to the bathroom. It was time for a very cold shower.
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