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 :P

I want to apologize for having taken so long with this chapter. It’s been on my computer forever but thanks to Newbie and Delkolover, my great beta-readers, I was finally able to finish it. I promise the next one won’t take that long.

Reviews are very welcome, I don't beg, but I'd love some ;)


“This pasta is really good...” Eric said appreciatively as he carefully rolled his spaghetti around his fork.

“It’s really nothing. I think we’re just both terribly hungry.” Calleigh chuckled. “No wonder after all the exercise.”

Eric grinned at her last comment. She definitely knew how to turn him upside down. She was still in full seduction mode and the view she was offering was breath-taking. She looked beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling and had a definite mischievous glint, making him wonder what she had in mind. Her face was still a little flushed, but so adorable and she had put up her hair hurriedly and soft ringlets had broken loose.
He let his eyes roam over her body, taking in the red blouse she had nonchalantly tied right under her breasts. Her white wraparound skirt was a promise by itself. About two inches above her knee, it enticingly danced around her legs when she had served their dinner.
Her current outfit showed way too much skin for his own comfort, her mesmerizing cleavage, the pale skin of her naked belly, her perfect navel which seemed to taunt him, her long legs... Eric swallowed hard. How was it possible to still want her so desperately when they had already spent most of the afternoon making love? He cleared his throat and smiled at her.

“By the way I like your top, very...” He moved his fork in her direction, trying to find an adequate word. His eyes were drawn to the soft mounds of her breasts and suddenly his mind drew a blank. A satisfied smile spread on her lips and that alone told him she was wearing her blouse this way to get all his attention.

“Very?” Her hand played with buttons of her shirt. Her grin widened when his eyes became darker with desire.

“Nice, very nice.” He finally added, completely lost for better words. “Too bad you never wear clothes like that at work.”

“If we want anything done in the lab, it’s probably better if I don’t. We wouldn’t want Horatio to give us his speech about proper attire at work. Poor Melanie is still recovering from that one.” She looked at his bare chest and grinned. “And just between us, I like your top too.”

“It’s too hot to wear my T-shirt.” Not to mention that the scratches on his back would have been an additional discomfort.

Eric glanced down at his currently bare chest. “Oh come on, admit it. You just want to display your muscles and get me all hot and bothered.” She teased him and Eric couldn’t help but smile wider.

“Does it work?” He wondered teasingly. The answer made him catch his breath. A bare foot caressed his left leg and decided moved up to his lap, gently caressing his crotch. He looked at her, raising a questioning eyebrow. She slightly increased the pressure and played with the collar of her top, attracting his attention once more to her cleavage. Eric bit his lower lip, lost for an instant in the view in front of him. She pressed her foot harder against him and slowly massaged him through his pants, felt him swell.

“You do realize that we will be very sore tomorrow at work, if we go on like that.” He warned her.

“I don’t mind. So far it has been worth it.” She wiggled her toes and smiled sweetly when he caught his breath.

“You’re evil, Cal. You just love to torture me.” He added in a whisper. He seemed lost in the sensation but a stilling hand caught her foot, effectively preventing further stimulation. He lifted it from his crotch and massaged it slowly. Calleigh gave out a disappointed whimper and her brows drew together, clearly showing she wasn’t happy.

“You’re such a spoilsport, Delko.” She pouted.

“A spoilsport? Come on, I have played along. So far I’ve been bitten, scratched, tied... God knows what you still have in mind…”

“Oh, poor little you, just hear him complain.” She answered in a mock tone. But when her eyes drifted from his face to the angry looking mark on his shoulder, she couldn’t help frowning. The bite didn’t look good and a little guilt arose at the sight. “I’m really sorry about the bite, but then you’re the only one to blame.” His eyes rested questioningly on her face after her witty remark. “I’ve never bitten anyone before. I was just caught up in the moment. You’re too good for your own good.”

“Yeah, blame the victim.” He chuckled. “How many times have I heard that one on the job? You're starting to sound like the people we bring in.”

“Oh, that sounds interesting. Are you planning to arrest me, officer Delko?” She joked, a wide smile on her face.

“I probably should.”

“And on what grounds are you arresting me? I have to warn you, I have an excellent lawyer.”

“Well I think I’ll go with assault on a fellow officer. Somehow I have the feeling you won’t feel very comfortable to telling your lawyer what you did in the last hours.”

“Touché.” She chuckled, slightly blushing at the idea of telling her father. “But I’m sure we can find an agreement.” She brought her second foot up and expertly squeezed him through his pants.

“Calleigh...” He warned before capturing it with his other hand. “One of us has to be sensible. Another round is not a good idea.”

“Hmm, really?” She studied him trying to figure out if he was serious. Sure she felt a little sore, but not enough to stop altogether. If they decided to take it a little slower, she was definitely up for another go. Eric had a hard time to remain serious. In front of him, Calleigh was pouting like a little girl who had been deprived of her favorite toy. The sight alone was way too enticing. He slowly breathed in and pushed away the naughty images his mind was conjuring.

“Yeah, really. You’ll thank me tomorrow.” He calmly assured her. Seeing the resolve in his eyes, she decided to concede defeat, at least for now. The night was still young after all and she was sure plenty of occasions would arise if she played it right. He was being a gentleman. A more aggressive approach would be more likely to get her what she wanted. Heartened by the thought, she freed her feet from his hold and smiled at him.

“Very well, but at least let me tend to your bite.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “I promise I’ll behave.” ‘At least for now.’ She added in her head. With that, she stood up and disappeared into her bedroom.

She came back with a first-aid kit and went behind him to get a better view of the damaged skin. Her teeth had left a deep mark on his tanned skin and a little blood was still oozing even after all this time. She frowned as she took in the scratch marks on his back. She definitely needed to keep herself in check. The lab was a small world. If anyone caught a glimpse of his back, it soon would become a major gossip topic, especially with the likes of Dan Cooper around. She opened the kit, resolutely retrieved a small package and tore it open. Eric probably wouldn’t like it, but one had to do what one had to do.

“It’s deeper than I thought. Does it hurt?” She wondered, ready to act at the next opportunity.

“A little, but...” He was still answering when she firmly pressed an alcohol prep swab on the wound. His body jerked at the contact and he couldn’t help crying out in pain. “Ouch!”

“Don’t be such a baby, Eric.” She chuckled behind him, but softly kissed the top of his head in a gesture of apology.

“What the hell was that?” He wondered, bringing his hand to his shoulder to protect the bite mark from further manhandling. “That stung like crazy.”

“Of course it stings, silly. It’s alcohol.” She matter-of-factly answered. “Your mum probably uses milder antiseptics, but believe me that works best. My brothers never complained.”

“They were probably too scared to say anything.” He remarked, still frowning. She gently pushed his hand away and gave his neck a quick kiss, before putting a band-aid on the wound.

“Better now?” She whispered in his ear.

“Maybe...” Chuckling at his answer, she kissed him again on the shoulder. He sighed in contentment. “Yeah, better now.”

“Good. The marks on your wrists are barely visible.” She took one of his hands in hers and studied it. “I’m sure they’ll be gone by tomorrow, not that there is much I could do about them anyway. And that should be a lesson for the future. Don’t yank at your restrains. I know how to tie good knots.” Her voice became a whisper as she brought her lips next to his ear. “My brothers never escaped.” He groaned at the joke and massaged the faint marks. With a happy giggle, she kissed his temple in a tender gesture. “Why don’t you go relax a little, while I clear the table?”

“I can help...” He took her hand and brought it to his lips for a soft kiss.

“It’ll only take a second.” She answered. “And you know I like to have everything in its right place. It will be quicker if I do it myself.” She gave him another quick kiss, before clearing the table and rushing off into the kitchen.

After ten minutes, she looked at her kitchen satisfied with the result. Everything had been properly sorted and the kitchen was back to its pristine state. She gave a happy sigh and went back to the living room. Her smile faltered when a quick glance didn’t allow her to see Eric. ‘Had he gone directly to the bedroom?’ She thought. She certainly wouldn’t complain as it was exactly where she wanted him to be. Sadly that room was also empty.

She went back to the living room, a little put off by his absence. She looked around frowning, searching for evidence of him. Her eyes rested on her couch. His T-shirt was still there, so where was the man? Suddenly her attention was drawn to her balcony. The door appeared to be slightly ajar.
Relief washed over her, when she was finally able to make out his form in the half darkness. She smiled, berating herself for having thought he would leave without telling her. She went out to join him. He turned his head when he heard the door open and smiled in response.

“So is everything back where it should be?” He wondered with a smile, looking again at the view in front of him.

“What are you implying, Mister?” She pressed her cheek against his back. “I just happen to like order.” She mumbled against him. “There is nothing wrong with that.”

“Of course not.” He agreed with a little laugh. “You have a very nice view. I like your new apartment. It’s very cozy.”

“Yeah, I like it too. With my father being in Miami a lot more often, it was logical to look for a bigger place. Now I have a spare bedroom and no one has to sleep on the couch.”

“Ah, I see. So this time I get the spare bedroom.”

“This time, you better not leave my bedroom, if you don’t want to have problems.” She chuckled. “So no midnight tiptoe out of the room.”

“So I’m allowed to spend the night...” He lazily asked. He pushed from the railing, she moved slightly away from him so that he had to turn and take her in his arms.

“You most definitely are.” She sweetly smiled up at him and he couldn’t resist kissing her. It was slow and gentle, the urgency of their passion for once forgotten.

“You know, there is one thing I always wondered. What would have happened if I had tiptoed in your bedroom that night?” He had spent most of that night awake, unable to fall asleep with Calleigh nearby. It had been sheer torture. And if he had fantasized about her before that night, after it had been tenfold. The one glimpse of her flimsy nightwear in the bathroom had fuelled his imagination. Suddenly he couldn’t help wondering if she still had that peach satin nightie.

“That is one interesting question.” Her smile widened. “Who knows? You might have been surprised.”

“Well considering what happened today, you’re probably right.” He pressed his brow against hers. “I’ll have to leave early tomorrow. I’ll need to change.”

“What?” She moved a little back, looking him straight in the eyes. “No overnight bag in your car?” Eric shook his head.

“No spare clothes in your locker?” She asked.

Chuckling, he shook his head once more. “That is how one loses his reputation.” Still smiling, he bent down and kissed her again. She playfully bit his lower lips and came closer, seductively grinding against him. She was so soft, so feminine. And he was only a man after all. His body reacted in a second.

“Didn’t we agree no more sex tonight?” He asked her.

“When did we agree on that?” Calleigh wondered. “I honestly can’t remember. You’re sure?” Eric slowly nodded. So he was still playing hard to get, very well. She was ready to take extreme measures. She pretended to think for a moment and went along. “Okay, but we didn’t say anything about keeping our hands to ourselves, did we?”

“No, we didn’t.” The sole thought of her hands on him brought sweat to his brow. She was in full seductress mode and basically impossible to resist. The little voice inside his head warned him things would only get harder.

“And if I remember correctly, one of our presidents said that wasn’t sex.” She licked his collarbone and nipped at his skin. Eric gave a low laugh. Oh yes, he was definitely lost.

“Well if he said that, he was probably right.” He chuckled and gave up. It was futile to resist. She had all the trump cards in her hands and decided to play them. Her lips on his throat, her hands on his chest, her wonderful scent, it was more than he could bear. He closed his eyes and let her lead the dance. When she pressed closer against him, things definitely got harder, in more ways than one.

“Most definitely...” She cupped his face with her hands and kissed him thoroughly. She felt him surrender to her demands and decided to act quickly before he changed his mind once more. She forcefully pushed him backwards, taking him by surprise. Eric frowned and broke their kiss.

“What, you don’t trust me?” She gazed up at him with feigned shock. “Would I hurt you?” Seeing the band-aid on his shoulder and the disbelieving look on his face, she giggled. “Okay, guilty as charged. But I promise I’ll make it up to you. You just have to play along.”

She brought his head down for another kiss, while she backed him against the table. He groaned through their kiss and let her take over, his mind shutting down. Now that he was half sitting, their height difference wasn’t a problem anymore. With a hand firmly at his nape, her mouth ravaged his, her tongue exploring its every recess. Her other hand ran down his chest, slowly skimming over his body, caressing and teasing him at the same time. He was in sensory overload. Each graze was leaving a trail of fire on his skin in its wake. Her hands, her lips, her whole body pressed against his were making him dizzy with longing. Within minutes she had made him forget all his resolves. His hands went to her hips and brought their bodies together. He ground against her, making her feel his straining erection. If she wanted to make him lose control, he was ready for that dance and the hell with tomorrow! At this moment only one thing mattered: the woman in his arm and her insatiable hunger for more.

She caught her breath when his hands almost painfully grasped her hips. She had started the seduction, intent to push him over the edge. But with every kiss, every caress, she felt herself gradually losing control. He was finally where she wanted him and there was no way she wasn’t going to use the opportunity. She closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath before assaulting his mouth once more. She threaded her fingers in his hair, aggressively teasing his lower lip, alternating kisses and small bites. Her other hand teased his abs, reveling in the way the muscles tightened beneath her fingers. She slowly traced the outline of his navel and felt him shudder at the contact. A thin layer of perspiration was covering her body. She felt hot and restless. Eric’s hands on her, his closeness, were exhilarating. She felt the pulsing need deep inside of her. When he pressed her against his crotch, she gasped at the sensation, feeling a rush of wetness between her legs. If she wanted to keep her sanity, it was high time to take the next step.

Her mouth left his swollen lips and playfully bit his jaw. She trailed soft kisses to his ear, while her fingers played with the top button of his jeans. He gasped at the sensation, moving restlessly on the table she had him backed against. Her hand hooked the waistband of his pants and with one sure and swift movement she started opening them. In a second Eric pushed away from the table to help her progress. Impatiently his hands joined hers, but she slapped them away.

“I call the shots here, Mister…” Their eyes locked and Calleigh resolutely unbuttoned his jeans with a smile. The look in her eyes was feral, wicked and Eric felt himself harden at the promise they contained.

“You’re wicked...” He whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. With a smile she pushed him back and he obediently sat down.

“You wouldn’t want it any other way.” He gave a low growl when she bit one sensitive nub. She lapped at it before licking her way to its twin and giving it the same treatment. She felt him shift on the table, the tightness of his pants growing with each passing second becoming more uncomfortable. She rested one hand on his thigh, slowly massaging him. As she had expected, he moved again encouraging her to bring her hand to his crotch. She smiled against his chest.

“You’re very predictable.” She whispered and he chuckled in answer.

Her lips found his again and they started a slow and deep kiss, taking the time to explore each other’s mouth. Her fingers cupped him through the fabric and she felt him hiss through their kiss. She carefully massaged him through the fabric and the combined effect of their kiss and her deft hand made Eric moan. His eyebrows drew together as the feelings coursing through his body gave him the feeling his skin was too over sensitized. His kisses became more urgent, impatient. His hand came to Calleigh’s neck and brought her closer to allow him better access to her sweet mouth. His tongue tasted hers, their lips and teeth biting at each other in earnest. She was feeling light-headed from their kissing; her hands tightened their hold on him. His complete abandon and trust brought another rush of wetness between her legs. Their breathing grew more labored and she knew that very little was required to bring them both over the edge.

She teasingly flicked her tongue on an available nipple before moving south. With both hands, she carefully opened the fly of his pants. Eric’s hand went to her buttocks, softly kneading her flesh. She slapped it away, breaking their kiss.

“I decide.” She reminded him, bringing both of his hands back to the table. His laugh was quickly cut short by a moan when her mouth found his nipple again. He groaned when she bit at it. With a last lick, she trailed her mouth to his abs, kissing the muscles there. He took a quick intake of air at the contact. She caressed his belly with her nose, resting it in his navel while she licked the skin below it. She smiled as she realized that he wasn’t wearing his boxer shorts.

“Going commando, Delko? That’s very brave, though a little dangerous with me around.” She teased him. “But so practical in our current situation. That deserves a reward, doesn’t it?”

Her tongue went further south and she felt him jerk in anticipation when her fingers closed on the waistband of his pants. She opened the fly completely and yanked at the pants to get better access. He helped her impatiently shifting on the table and finally his erection sprang free, giving him a most expected relief. She licked her lips satisfied with the view in front of her. She looked up at him and their eyes locked. Her hand gave him a first, slow stroke, her thumb teasing the sensitive tip. She gave his erection a squeeze and stroked him back down. He gasped at the sensation and he fought not to lose eye contact.

She reached the base and grasped it firmly, her other hand reaching for this testicles and fondling them. She felt him jerk and with a smile took his length in her mouth. With half closed eyes, Calleigh watched Eric’s reaction. Cursing under his breath, he shut his eyes in defeat, his mouth opening on a long moan. Stroking him a little more forcefully, her mouth played with the sensitive skin of the head, giving it alternately slow licks and little bites. A hiss answered her. With a smirk she licked the underside of his arousal before engulfing the tip and sucking on it.

When she felt him tremble, she playfully released him with a pop. Her hand ran along the shaft teasing him to a new hardness. Small drops of semen pearled on the tip and she couldn’t resist wrapping her hot mouth around it. She cupped his testicles, gently squeezing them. Eric jerked in her hands and she could taste his saltiness on her tongue. She gave him several short licks before inserting her tongue in the small slit and sucking him more forcefully.

“Damn, Calleigh.” Eric moaned, shifting once more on the table.

Her only answer was to take him deeper in her mouth. One hand was working him slowly up and down, while the other rolled his testicles between her fingers. Eric felt his control slide away as her hot mouth continued the torture on his strained member. She grasped him more firmly as she began to suck him harder every time she pulled back. He couldn’t help thrusting slowly in rhythm with her, his breathing becoming more labored. The tension in his body increased, perspiration pearling on his brow.

She stroked him harder and faster, never missing a beat. He felt the fever in his body reaching a new level. Her tongue was driving him crazy with her slow strokes and aggressive flicks on his length. Her hands were working their magic too, using the right amount of pressure as she was working his length back and forth. He knew that opening his eyes to this view would be his undoing in his current state of arousal.

She took him deeper and it felt as though he was hitting the back of her throat with every down movement. She increased the speed and Eric instinctively arched upwards into her mouth. He gripped the table with both hands, resisting the temptation to bring one to her nape and drive himself harder into her willing mouth. Perspiration broke on his brow and his breathing became more labored. He felt lightheaded as the sensations were almost too much to bear. He knew climax was only moments away.

“Calleigh... I...” She ignored his warning and squeezed him tighter sucking him as hard as she could. Bringing him to completion was her main goal and having him so totally at her mercy was very arousing. Eric opened his eyes, taking in the woman in front of him and fell over the edge. His climax blinded him a second and his head fell back as he came in her mouth with a shout. When he opened his eyes again after a little while, his gaze met Calleigh’s. Her satisfied grin made him laugh.

“You look very satisfied with yourself.” He noted still catching his breath.

“Well I am.” She admitted and her smile turned wicked. “But I’m kinda disappointed, I thought you’d last longer.” He rolled his eyes at her.

“I don’t think you would have lasted much longer if I had gone down on you.” She pressed her thighs together feeling the wetness there and grinned.

“I’m not that sure...” She challenged him. A smile appeared on his face.

“Well let’s see what I can do to prove I’m right.” He stood up and closed his pants. She looked up at him, a teasing smile on her lips. He grasped her by the hips and brought her roughly against him. Their mouths crashed against each other, their tongues dueling with each other. He could taste himself on her lips. “I can play this game too...”