Why didn't we do that before?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not CSI: Miami, nor the characters. If I did, I guess the stories would be quite different :oP

Thanks to Newbie, my precious little Beta-reader. This chapter is for you. I know how much you love shower scenes. How could I disappoint you? ;o)

A little feedback is always welcome

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Eric woke up to the feeling of soft kisses on his chest. One warm leg was wrapped around his thigh and he couldn’t help a smile forming on his lips.

“So I guess I’m not allowed to sleep any longer.” A chuckle answered him. “How long have we slept?”

“I’d say about an hour. It’s getting dark outside by now.” She cuddled against him and lazily traced patterns on his chest. “I didn’t want to leave you alone, but I’m getting hungry.” She tickled him. “I’m sure you’re also hungry.” He chuckled, capturing her hand on his stomach.

“Yeah, actually I am.” He looked at his surroundings and studied the pillows at his feet. “Why are we upside down on your bed?”

“We probably collapsed in this position after you took over...” She raised her eyebrows and kissed his shoulder.

“Yes, I think I remember now.”

“I’m sure you do.” She laughed. “I certainly haven’t forgotten.” He kissed her tenderly, lazily running his tongue on her lower lip.

“I hate to say this, but I think we ruined your coverlet.” He showed her the creased fabric. “I think the massage oil was a little too much for it.”

“Don’t worry it’s an old one.” She shook her head with a smile. He studied her for a moment and squinted his eyes.

“You planned that...” Her smile widened. “You wanted to seduce your friend...” Her eyebrows rose and suddenly understanding downed upon him. “Oh, there was never a friend to start with. You tricked me.”

“There was a friend. Okay, a female friend.” She finally admitted. “We had a discussion about the things we wanted to do. When she told me, I wasn’t able to act on impulse and that I had too many hang-ups, I decided to act.”

“I can’t say I complain. But what would have happened if I hadn’t been able to pick you up? You know, I happen to have a life too.”

“Well I probably would have called Ryan...” Eric groaned and rolled them over. “Or Dan.” He silenced her with a kiss and settled himself between her legs.

“Really?” He shifted against her and she closed her eyes at the intimate contact.

“Sure, why not?” Her breathing became more labored. “You really think, you’re the only guy at work I have fantasies about?” He looked down at her and nodded. “Damn, am I so easy to read?” He shook his head and kissed her thoroughly.

“You know we should discuss those fantasies of yours.”

“I’d rather surprise you. You liked the first one.” He nodded. “Believe me, you’ll like the others too.”

“I honestly thought I was losing my mind, when I saw you had no bra and you kept making passes at me. I wondered if this was real or I was just having one of those wild dreams about you.”

“You might still be dreaming...” She wrapped a leg around his hip.

“Then I don’t want to wake up... And I will probably have trouble meeting your eyes tomorrow at work.” She grabbed his neck and brought him down for another kiss.

“You know, I’m still hungry.” She finally said, when they broke up the kiss for much needed air.

“Yeah, me too.” Eric’s mouth closed on a straining nipple and Calleigh shivered, as he worshipped her breasts.

“I was actually thinking about real food.” She giggled. “We could take a nice, hot shower and then...” She gasped as his hand reached her cleft. “Maybe grab a little something. Oh God...” He teased her clit with featherlight strokes and she felt herself lose control once again. “Eric.. Let’s take a shower... Please...” He lifted his head and studied her flushed cheeks and tousled hair. She looked very vulnerable. He kissed her softly and let her escape his embrace. She got up and took his hand.

“I don’t know about taking a shower together...” Eric said as they entered the bathroom.

“Weren’t you the one who offered to do something quick in the bathroom? Let’s see how quick you can make it.”

“How much warm water do you have?”

“Enough...” She guided him in the shower and closed the door behind them. He looked around and smiled. “What?”

“It’ll do for now. You have no idea how often I have pictured us having sex in the shower at Miami Dade...”

“Now that’s an interesting fantasy. Let’s say, this is a practice run for the real thing. If your performance is convincing enough, we might try it out one of those days.”

“You haven’t complained so far, I have scratches and bite marks on every possible part of my body to prove it.”

“I was just very polite.” With those words, she turned on the water. The first gush was as usual barely warm and it hit Eric full force. He screamed out his disapproval and she chuckled. Backing her up against the wall, he looked menacingly at her.

“Really?” She joyfully nodded. “I’ll make you beg before the evening is over.”

“If I remember correctly, you were the one to beg.” He moved closer and her hands went on their own accord to his shoulders. “You’re just too damn impatient.”

“I’ll show you...”

He bent down and kissed her temple. His mouth traveled to her ear, pausing at the sensitive skin behind it. Calleigh closed her eyes. She felt him move away for a second. He turned her around and gently soaped her body, massaging the tense shoulders. His hands were incredibly tender and she let out a sigh at the soft contact. He washed her hair, making sure not to knot the long, blond mane. She moved a step back, allowing their bodies to touch. She leaned back and felt his hardening length against the small of her back. He went on with his gentle cleaning, until she hooked one arm around his neck and pressed a kiss on his lips. His hands left her hair and cupped her breasts, playing lazily with the engorged nipples. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and pressed her buttocks firmly against his erection, making it that much harder.

He broke their kiss and he nibbled her shoulder, alternately biting and sucking the tender skin. She smiled, certain that he was marking her, the same way she had marked him earlier in the day. She wriggled against him, he rewarded her by grasping her hips and pressing hard against her. His erection nestled in the cleft between her buttocks. His mouth moved upwards and tugged at her earlobe. She moaned and held him against her. He turned them around, letting the spray hit her full force. He positioned her so that the water was raining on her swollen breasts and it felt almost cool against her heated body. His hands kept her under the stream and with gentle caresses, he washed the soap away from her skin and hair. She felt him go on his knees behind her and his hands massaged her legs. She used one hand for leverage against the wall and bit her lips when he moved up and kneaded her buttocks. One hand moved between her thighs from behind and she pressed her legs together to increase the pressure. He laughed low and kissed one cheek, slightly biting it.

She gasped and turned around, looking down at him. He grabbed her hips and moved her forward, their eyes not breaking contact. He licked her navel and slowly traveled south. His mouth reached the juncture of her legs. She bit her lower lip and waited for his next move. He smiled up at her and his tongue lapped at her clit. When she let out a moan, he sucked the hard nub into his mouth. Every stroke of his tongue brought her closer to release. He alternated lazy strokes and gentle nibbling on the bundle of nerves. One hand traveled to her buttocks and kept her in position, while his mouth was feasting on her. The steady rhythm of the water and Eric’s caresses were driving her mad. Her breathing became more labored, as he continued his slow torture. Her hand came to his hair to keep him in place. He hooked a leg over his shoulder to get better access. He bit her clit, before concentrating on her opening. With the tip of his tongue, he first gently grazed her nether lips. He felt her spasm at the contact. With one hand, he parted her slowly and licked her thoroughly. Her fingers tugged at his hair and he plunged his tongue in her. His thumb found her clit as he buried his face deeper between her thighs. She felt her body tense with every stroke. She closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her in waves.

He lapped and kissed her there, until another shattering climax hit her. She went limp and he stood up to catch her against him. She smiled faintly at him, breathing hard in the heated atmosphere of the small cubicle.

“How much longer, until we run out of warm water?” He wondered, kissing tenderly her temple.

“Not much longer I’m afraid.” She murmured against his skin.

He smiled and took the soap to wash himself quickly. Her hand joined his as he reached his belly. She kissed his chest and took his erection in her hand. He rested his head on her shoulder as she ran her fingers on his hard length. She stroked him up and down, only stopping to run her thumb over the hard tip. She squeezed him harder as he kissed her. The movements of their tongues matched the rhythm of her strokes. Her second hand cupped his testicles, adding pressure as she increased the speed. He moaned in her mouth, crushing her against his side. She broke their kiss and run one hand up his chest, stopping at his shoulder. She stroked him once more, looking him straight in the eyes. She took a step back and leaned against the wall.

“Now...” She commanded, flicking one last caress on his hard penis.

He cupped her buttocks and let her guide him inside of her. They both gasped at the deep penetration. Her ankles hooked behind his buttocks and he moved them away from the wall to stand below the warm spray. She clenched her muscles around his shaft, rocking up and down in rhythm on him. Eric stood almost unmoving, licking the water from her jaw. Calleigh’s movements became more erratic. He could feel the tremors of her body around him, but he only held her, letting her set the pace. She raked her nails down his back, lunging down on him. She felt restless, desperate to come, but he had decided not to give in. When she tried to rub her clit to help herself along, he pushed her hand away. She moaned in frustration.

“Eric...”

“What?”

“Make me come...”

“Are you begging me?” She chuckled at his answer. “See, I can be patient...” He kissed her collarbone. She clenched her muscles around him like a vice. “That won’t work.”

“Please...” She whimpered, his smile widened. “Let me come.”

He arched his back and withdrew almost completely before slamming into her as hard as he could. She threw her head back as he relentlessly pumped into her heated core. She felt her climax build. His thrusts hit her G-spot at the perfect angle they had found during their first coupling against the wall. She heard the slapping sound of their bodies as they met over and over again. His hands tensed on her buttocks as he lowered her over and over again on his shaft. She writhed against him. Her hands gripped his shoulders and their dance didn’t seem to stop. She felt him swell inside of her. Their bodies burned and crashed. The water turned cold. The change of temperature added to one last upward surge brought their release. Her body spasmed around his shaft, as they both came. He leaned against the wall and they kissed. He continued his slow thrusts as they rode their orgasm until the last tremors subsided. Carefully Eric let her down, kissing her forehead as she cuddled close to him. They stayed under the now cold water. When he felt her shiver, he turned the faucet off. Opening the door, he grabbed a big towel and wrapped it around her. He took another one and lovingly dried her hair. She looked at him and caressed his face. On tiptoes, she kissed him tenderly.

“You’re okay?” He wondered as she remained silent.

“I’m great.” She took another towel and playfully threw it at him. “Now dry yourself, I’m starving. I’ll get your clothes, I don’t want you to catch a cold. You could still prove useful.”

“Yeah Ma’am. I aim to please.”

“You sure do.” She giggled. She was about to leave the bathroom, when she turned around. “I think we need to work on our time.” He frowned at her. “We have to be quicker at the office. There is no way, we’ll be able to have the shower to ourselves for that long.”