Of Comfort and Consummation

A/N: This is my first smut fic in this fandom, and my second fic in this fandom overall. Feel free to review, but please be gentle. Thanks to Sams for the beta and the brainstormage! Lynn

Discaimer: These characters aren't mine. The only thing I own is my vivid imagination.

I'm curled up on my couch, a blanket wrapped around me, and I blankly stare at the TV. I have a bottle of Scotch standing in front of me, and the temptation to take a sip is profound. I saw a friend die to day. Too many things have happened in the last few days. I had a gun pointed to my head by the same friend. Guns have always been my life. I love them, I know everything about them. But these last few days have made me scared.

The bottle is still on my coffee table and the urge to drown away my sorrow increases. He shot himself, right in front of my eyes, with his own weapon. In my safe spot, my ballistics lab. It may sound odd to most people, a safe spot filled with guns. But it's not the gun itself that's dangerous, it's the person handling it.

I have always believed that. And part of me still does. But today, after I saw them wheel of a friend, a friend who decided to die because of me, I stopped believing that guns could still be my life. I removed my card from the wall and I walked out and kept walking.

A soft knock at the door pulls me out of my mesmerizing, my worries, my fears. I've expected him to show up, I knew he would, eventually. I'm glad he's here so soon.

I open the door to him and he stands there, his hand on the doorframe, smiling sadly at me.

"How are you doing, Calleigh?" he asks.

"I'm okay," I lie, while stepping aside and letting him in.

I know he's noticing my bottle of booze, and he narrows my eyes at me. "You wanted to drink, but you didn't."

I walk back to the couch and sink down on it, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed about wearing sweatpants in front of him. I've seen him down, he's seen me hit rock bottom. "When has alcohol ever solved anything?" I shrug.

He removes his jacket before sitting down next to me and wrapping his arm around me, pulling me against his broad chest and kissing my hair.

"Come back," he whispers.

"I'm still here."

"Then don't go."

"I won't. Just need time."

I stare once again at the bottle of Scotch.

"I've head that in the back of my cupboard for as long as I can remember."

"Why? I thought you don't drink."

"You're right, I don't. But that bottle... it represents everything I'm afraid of. I've never drunk a single drop of alcohol. I don't want to become them."

"Your parents."

I nod. "Tonight is the first night ever I took it out. It has always made me feel strong to know that it was there and that I could resist it, even on my darkest days. But tonight, I took it out."

I feel his embrace tighten around me.

"You still resisted it. And the fact that it's standing right in front of you, makes it even harder to do so."

"I don't know what'd happened if you hadn't showed up when you did, though."

"It doesn't matter, I'm here."

I turn towards him and absent mindedly my hand glides along his chest. He makes me feel secure and warm and safe. His strong arms around me tell me that I'm protected from the outside world, and even myself.

"Calleigh," he quietly says.

"Hmm?"

"I think you should stop running your hand over my chest."

I lean back, tilt my head slightly and raise an eyebrow.

"Why?" I drawl.

"Because it feels... nice, and this is not the right moment for that."

I smirk. "Why, Lt. Caine," I say, batting my eyelashes, "are you telling me it's turning you on?"

He sighs while a shade of red invades his cheeks and he averts his eyes.

"Really?" I grin, and I give him a playful slap on the arm. "Horatio!"

My mouth is slightly opened as I feign shock.

"Well," he says with a smooth voice, "I have a very beautiful woman in my arms, and she is exploring my chest with her hands at a teasingly slow pace..."

"I didn't mean to do that," I smile, "I was lost in thought."

I settle once again against him and, with a smirk, I let my hand find its way to his chest.

"Calleigh!" he groans.

"I thought you liked it!"

"Yes, yes I do, but this is hardly the right time, don't you think?"

"I don't care about the right time, I need this right now, I need you right now."

He shoves a little and I sit upright, looking at him.

"I don't want to take advantage of the situation," he says, studying me.

"Don't worry, you won't. I wanted this for a long time, and today seems as good a day as any."

I don't give him time to contemplate. I sit astride his lap and run my hands through his hair. Slowly his hands find their way to my hips, exploring my cotton clad skin.

His eyes meet mine and I smile before slowly lowering my mouth to his. We're less than an inch apart when he puts a hand to the back of my neck and pulls me forward to lock lips.

His are warm and soft and moist, better than I've ever had them, and I explore the corners of his mouth, placing soft kisses there.

He moans, I moan and the gasp I elicit from him when I shove towards him in his lap allows my tongue entrance.

It's frantic, fast, teeth biting, clashing, tongues darting, lapping and it all feels good and hot.

I pull his shirt from his pants, my mouth never leaving his, and my hands meet the soft skin of his lower abdomen. He's well trained, I knew that already, but I've never felt it the way I'm feeling it right now.

He stands up, carrying me and I wrap my legs around his waist.

"Where's your bedroom, Calleigh?" he asks and a jolt runs through me when I hear him say my name, sexy, strained.

"Over there," I gesture with my head before once again devouring his mouth.

It takes us a while to reach my bed, but when we do he and I collapse upon it, me on my back and him laying on top of me.

His hands roam the hem of my top and I gasp as he pulls up the fabric and I feel his rough hands sliding over my stomach.

My attempts at unbuttoning his shirt are made difficult by the lack of space between us. Using his body as leverage I flip him over on his back and I sit on top of him.

"Much better," I smirk as I quickly undo his buttons.

He pulls my top over my head and throws it in a far corner of the room while my hands eagerly explore his bare chest.

I lean forward to catch a flat nipple in my mouth. Suddenly I realize that it's Horatio, who's hands are stroking my back and tangling in my hair and it's Horatio whose nipple I'm sucking on and whose erection is pressing against the inside of my thigh.

His thumbs are hooked into the waistband of my sweatpants, slowly pulling them lower and lower. When I sit up, he does the same, his mouth at the same level as my breasts.

He leans forward and teases my nipple through the lace of my bra. The warmth of his mouth sending shivers down my spine. I throw my head back as he wraps his arms around me to pull me closer to his mouth.

I want out of these last layers of clothes, I want his pants undone, his boxers on the floor and him inside of me.

He tosses me on my back and sheds his shirt before sucking my breasts once again and pulling my sweatpants down.

My hands frantically search for his belt in a struggle to get the damn thing to open. Once I find the buckle his pants are on the floor in no time and he's lying on top of me, his cock pressing against my slick folds through two layers of clothing; too much.

"I want you," I whisper in his ear.

He kisses me while quickly unclasping my bra. "I want you, too."

I stroke his shaft through the fabric of his boxers and I feel him twitch when my fingernails graze his balls.

"Calleigh," he moans.

His fingers find their way down my belly and to the junction between my thighs. "Hmmm, you're wet," he breathes.

He pushes the lace of my thong aside and runs his fingers through my folds before sliding them into me. "Very wet."

"And you're hard," I purr back, "you know what that means?"

"That you and I are way overdressed, Calleigh," he growls while taking his boxers and my thong off.

"Right."

He leans back, looking at me laying naked beneath him and smiles. I roll him over once again and I slide down his body to take him into my mouth once... twice...

"So," he whispers, "you're the bossy type, aren't you?"

I put my index finger to his lips before sitting astride him and guiding him to my opening.

"Wait," he says suddenly, "what about protection?"

"I'm covered," I reassure him, and with that I slide down his shaft, taking him whole in one swift motion.

He hisses and trembles as I slowly move on top of him.

"God, this feels good," he moans.

I'm busy concentrating on the feel of him inside me and all I can do is sigh in conscent.

I haven't done this in a while and after a few minutes of riding him my muscles start to ache.

"Take over?" I ask softly while leaning forward to plant a kiss on his jaw.

We roll over and I feel the weight of his body on mine before he leans up on both arms and starts to move inside me. Our love making is slow at first, but everytime I mone he picks up speed.

Right now, all I want is for him to come inside me, to feel him shudder and shake and know that I caused that.

"I love you, Calleigh," he sighs in my ear. For a brief second I wonder if it's the sex talking or if he really does love me, but I decide to let it go and just enjoy this.

I kiss his neck and whisper back, "I love you too," and I realize I really do.

My arms and legs wrap around him in an attempt to pull him closer, deeper.

"Calleigh," he moans, "I'll come, I want you to... come... with me."

"That's okay," I smile.

"No," he slows his pace, "please, come with me."

He looks at me with clear blue eyes snd softly kisses me. "Please."

I cock my head, "Okay, Lt., but you've got to give me some room then."

He leaned up high on his hands to allow me to slip my fingers between my legs and he once again started to pounce inside me.

My fingers circled my clit, every now and then making contact with his slick cock as he slid into me, then back out.

Never in my adult life have I found it hard to reach orgasm and this time is not an exception.

"God," I pant, "rratio!"

One last stroke of both my fingers and his cock send me over the edge and my walls grab him like he's my lifesaver.

I spread my arms out on the matrass and my fingers dig into the sheets. He grabs my hands and entwines his fingers with mine.

"Calleigh," he pants, almost reaching his climax, "let me... look... into... your eyes."

It takes effort to open my eyes, but when I do and I see a grin on his face as he thrusts into me one final time before flying over the edge, I know it's worth it.

He collapses onto me and kisses my cheek.

When I wake up several hours later, his arms protectively wrapped around my naked form and my hair just about everywhere he already has his eyes open.

"Hey," I whisper.

"Goodmorning."

"It's morning already?"

He nods and kisses me.

"That was pretty amazing, last night," I carefully admit.

"It was. Oh, and for the record, it wasn't the hormones talking when I told you I loved you."

I smile and kiss him, long and soft. "Same goes for me."

"Say, Calleigh," he asks after a few minutes, "how about you and me take the day off."

"You're kidding, right?" I ask, bolting upright.

Signing off on a regular workday is so not me. Then again, sleeping with the boss isn't either. I lean back against the cushions, regard him for a second, then say, "Why, Lt. Caine, do you have anything special in mind?"

"I'd have to discuss with Ms. Duquesne, but I was thinking of spending the day in bed."

"She thinks that is a very good plan," I smirk before pulling the sheets over our heads. This day is going to be better than yesterday.