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Southern Comfort
TITLE: Southern Comfort
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: CSI Miami
SHIP: Ryan / Calleigh
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Smut, Angst, Romance
SPOILERS: None that I know of
UNIVERSE: As per cannon, just an interlude of sorts
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za
CHAPTER ONE
He sat back in his recliner. It had been a long thirty-six hours, but the double almost triple shift had been worth it. They'd got the bad guy. He should be tired, he was tired, but he was also too pumped up to relax just yet. Being shot at will have that effect on you. He thought about watching television, but it was, he checked his watch, 3 am in the morning. He doubted there would be anything of interest to him on at this hour. He got up and his OCD made him pick up his jacket from the sofa, where he'd dropped it and hang it up before he made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed an ice bucket and some ice. What the hell he was off for the next twenty-four hours and it would help him sleep. He then made his way over to his liquour cabinet.
He grabbed a tumbler and dropped some ice cubes into it. They made a musical tinkle as the hit the glass and it made him smile. He checked what he had in stock and turning the last bottle to check the label, he found it to be Southern Comfort. "That'll do." he thought as he poured about two fingers of the amber liquid into the glass. He gave the glass a swirl and then with his other hand grabbed the bottle and ice bucket before retaking his seat on the recliner.
He took a sip and savoured the flavour. "Southern comfort indeed." He thought as he felt himself relax a little. For some unknown reason images of Calleigh flitted through his mind as he held the ice-chilled glass to his forehead. "Must be the southern twang to her accent or the fact that he had equated the savvy CSi to his idea of a southern belle or that he was really attracted to her in a way that as colleagues he should not entertain and could never fulfill. With, a sigh he took a bigger drink and settled back in his recliner, trying to relax.
He had just poured his second drink when his doorbell rang. He frowned at his watch. Who would be at his door at three thirty-four in the morning? He went to the door and looked through the peephole to find the back of a very familiar blonde head. "What a strange co-incidence." He thought. It didn't minimize the surprise, but it did make it a welcome one.
He opened the door as she turned back to face it and he watched as a smile lit up her face and large, sparkling blue eyes. "Hey there, Cal. How can I help?" he greeted her leaning against the doorframe, her smile quirked a little. "You could invite me in. It's cold out here." she replied with a slight raise of her eyebrow. This brought a smile to his lips and he stepped aside with a grand gesture of ushering her in and quipping: "This is Miami it's never cold, but come in anyway."
To, his further surprise, she took the glass out of his hand as she glided past and he watched in amazement as she downed it's contents. "Hmmm. That's good." She said swirling the ice left behind, her accent making it sound even better to Ryan's ears. He closed the door and followed her into the apartment.
"Another?" he asked. She nodded in reply handing him back the glass. He offered her a seat on the sofa which she accepted and made a detour back to his liquor cabinet to get another glass before pouring their drinks. After a moments thought he moved the bottle and ice to the coffee table in front of the sofa and after handing her, her drink he sat down next to her abandoning his recliner for the sake of sociability. The light scent of vanilla that always surrounded had nothing to do with his decision.
"So, what brings you to my door at three thirty in the AM?" he asked noting that she seemed a little tense. He watched as she kicked her shoes off and she gave him a questioning look. He nodded and she curled her legs under herself, settling back on the sofa. She cradled the glass in the palms of her hands and he let her take her time.
"Just feeling a bit wired." She started and he raised an eyebrow of his own. "I can't stop playing it over and over again in my head. I can still feel the passage of the bullet as it passed my head. I keep hearing the whiz and the zing of it, the ricochet. I can't close my eyes. I've been at home, trying to sleep for the last two hours." She continued and he could hear the slightest hint of panic in her voice.
He briefly thought of trying to get hold of Horatio, he would have more experience, but he had never seen Calleigh anywhere near to this agitated. Yet, at the same time he had no idea what to say and he also knew that trying and not being able to could make the situation worse.
So, he did the only thing he could think of, he put his glass down and gathered her into his arms. He half-expected her to resist, but before he realized it she had curled up half on his lap with his arms wrapped around her. He felt her shoulders begin to shake along with the tinkle of the ice in her glass before he heard her quiet sobs. He tightened his arms around her and felt her clutch at the front of his shirt.
He lightly kissed the top of her head without any real thought before resting his forehead on the same spot. "It's okay, Calleigh. You don't need to keep it in." he whispered.
After a few minutes her sobs subsided and he found himself gently stroking her hair. They both became aware of their position at about the same time and along with that awareness came a self-conscious awkwardness. Yet, neither made an attempt to move. Her, to escape his arms, or him to release her. She rolled onto her back, still resting in his lap and smiled up at him, a little sheepishly, but still with a radiance that rivaled the sun coming out after the rain as her breathing became slow and steady.
They watched each other in silence for a few moments. He started to speak, but she placed a finger on his lips to silence them. He moved her finger away. "Maybe I should call Horatio?" he asked quietly. "No. I'm fine now. Just needed... Just needed somewhere safe, someone I trust, someone who... I've seen you look at me sometimes when you think I'm not watching." She answered. "Sorry." He replied. "I don't mind.", was her counter with another half-smile. "I sort of like it." She continued her smile broadening.
"She trusts me and all I want to do right now is kiss her." he thought. "You trust me?" he half-stated, half-asked a little incredulously. "Yes." She answered simply with no sign of her earlier distress. "Why don't you stop talking and kiss me?" she asked in her normal calm manner, her southern accent turning the question into a caress. "I know you want to. I'd even hazzard a guess that you've wanted to for a while now. I'd even go so far as to say that kissing me isn't the only thing you've been thinking about, if the bulge against the side of my head is anything to go by. I am a CSI after all. We're trained to be observant. Don't you know?" She continued not allowing him to answer. She shifted, dragging herself onto his lap so that they were face to face. His arms moved around to cradle her and he did as he had been told. His mind still fought his desire bringing up argument after argument on why he shouldn't be doing this.
They were partners. She was vulnerable. He was taking advantage. But she felt so warm and right in his arms. The faint scent of jasmine that surrounded her now enveloped him strongly with her never-before-experienced closeness. He tasted the strange mixture of the salt from her tears and the sweet taste of the liquor they had consumed on her lips as their kiss deepened. He felt her lips open under his and the tip of her tongue swept along the top of his lower lips wiping away any semblance to thought and resistance on his part.
His hand worked its way into her silky blonde hair and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. He let his head shift to the side and their lips slid sinuously together as their tongues fenced in the arena of their joined mouths. Thrust, Parry and circle, again and again. It felt like the kiss went on forever and he would have been happy if it had, but he felt her pull away and let her. They were both breathing a bit heavily.
Her smile dazzled along with the twinkle in her eye as she ran her tongue over her kiss-swollen lower lip. He couldn't help but grin, but his grin faded as she got up off his lap and slid out of his arms. He knew this was too good to be true. He half believed Delco, Horatio and Boa Vista would come through his door right that minute and laugh at him, telling him how gullible he was and how easily he was to trick. But, he could still taste her on his lips.
She held out her hand to him. "Why don't you give me a tour? We could start with the bedroom." She asked and suggested. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she suggesting what he thought she was suggesting. That they... "Errr Calleigh..." he started stroking his chin as he tried to choose the right words. "Isn't this all a bit... sudden? Don't get me wrong..." he tried to explain.
She stepped forward and crouched in front of him resting her hands on his knees. "Ryan. We've been dancing around each other for the last few months. I know you're attracted to me and if the kiss we just shared didn't tell you how I feel, then, you really aren't the CSI I thought you were. Don't get me wrong. Tonight might just end up being sex. A reaction to getting shot at, nearly dying and realizing how short life can be or maybe it will be something more. I can't answer that now, but I want this and I can see you want this and something more is a possibility, Ryan. We're being honest with each other. If you don't want to do this, just say so. But, I don't think you will. I think that when I get up and walk to your bedroom, you're going to follow me. Maybe not right away, but you will follow me . We'll spend the rest of the night together and in the morning we'll... Well. We'll have spent the night won't we." She explained to him with a slight smile in the calm, self-assured manner that so defined her.
She started to rise, but paused when they came face to face. She touched his cheek lightly and closed the distance between them. She touched his lips lightly with hers before rising to her feet. She looked down at him for a moment and then turned and began walking toward his bedroom.
He sat frozen, watching her as she moved away. His eyes widened as he watched her tug her blouse free of her skirt, slowly unbutton it and let it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor behind her. She fumbled at something on the side of her skirt and then leaned on the doorframe to his bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and then did something at the waistband of her skirt and the garment just slid off her hips to puddle around her feet. She stepped out of it and turned to look at him one last time before she walked into his bedroom.
"God, she looked unbelievably gorgeous standing in the doorway to his bedroom in only her pale pink, lace bra and panties. He wanted this. She was right he'd thought about it. A lot. The near painful erection in his pants said he could do this and she wanted this. Her clothes strewn on the floor of his living room made that a definite. So... Why was he still sitting there? Because, like she'd said, there was a possibility of this just being a one night stand and as honest as she was about it he was still weighing the risk of the consequences. They had become good friends, easy, comfortable friends and this could destroy that or... or take it to the next level, a romantic relationship. Not, that, that wouldn't have it's own problems, but those were problems he was prepared to face. He really wanted to get up, go into his bedroom and make love to Calleigh Ducane, but... And, that was part of the problem. He wanted to make love to her, not just have sex, but sex with her would be amazing. Was it better to deny himself? And, if he did would she then take that as being disinterest in any further relationship with her." he thought, wrestling with himself, conflicted. A pale pink, lace bra came through the doorway of his bedroom and settled on the skirt she'd left behind. Ryan blinked once, got up and headed for his bedroom, stripping off his t-shirt and kicking off his shoes as he went.
He kicked off his shoes as well. As, he entered the room her panties hit him square in the chest. He looked at his bed to find the most exquisite sight that his most ardent fantasies had only hinted at. She lay in the middle of his bed, slightly propped up by pillows. Naked as the day she was born, literally. Her body was hairless. Her pussy was shaved.
"What took you so long?" she asked in a husky, sultry voice. He shrugged not really trusting his voice. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, but his hands found and worked his belt buckle, jeans button and fly without his conscious effort, allowing his jeans to fall to the floor. The relief of pressure on his ever-hardening dick felt good though.
He watched as she shifted onto her side, bending her elbow and resting her cheek in her hand. She cocked one of her legs so he could clearly see her open and glistening slit. She patted the bed beside her in a blatant invitation. He shook his head and she raider an eyebrow in question. He grinned at her and winked. Before she could react he grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She gave a startled little cry, which transformed into a gasp as he knelt between her legs and immediately lowered his face between them. Heat radiated from her and she tasted something like cinnamon, but not quite. The heady aroma of her arousal surrounded him and he breathed in, deeply.
He lapped at her slit, dragging his tongue between her full, engorged nether lips collecting her nectar. Once, Twice and a third time before he suckled at the exposed pearl of her clit. He sucked on the flesh above it and flicked the small bundle of nerves back and forth with his tongue. She moaned loudly and her hips rocked into his mouth as he continued his assault. He felt her weight shift on the bed and then he felt her hands in his hair. Her fingernails massaged his scalp, her palms at the side of his head only occasionally guiding his lips where she wanted them.
Her pussy was tight and steamy hot when he slid first one and then a second finger inside her as far as he could. He finger fucked her slowly and turned the full attention of his mouth on her clit. She fell back causing the bed to shake as he pounded her pussy with his fingers, picking up speed and sucked, licked and flicked at her clit. Her heels actually drummed against his back as she writhed under his delicious torture. He heard the word: "Yes!!!" leave her mouth on a hissed breath and suddenly her back arched completely off the bed so that she was only balanced on her thrown back head and butt. She clenched convulsively around his fingers. He felt a hot, liquid flood around his fingers and onto his hand every time her pussy relaxed. He continued to suckle lightly at her clit, loving the way she moaned and tensed even further with each suck and relaxed when he stopped.
He released her clit and slid his fingers from inside her before lapping up every drop of her cream he could find. The scent of her arousal became thicker and steamier with her orgasm and he breathed it as if he would suffocate without it. The bow of her back eased in degrees as he lightly continued to lave her sex with his tongue. He again felt her hands in his hair, but this time they pushed his face off her sensitive sex. "Enough." She said breathlessly flopping back down on the bed.
He kissed the inside of her thighs and he heard her chuckle softly. "Well... Hello Mr. Wolfe. I don't want to know where you learned to do that, but if you're still in contact with her or them, tell'em thanks from me. That was amazing." She finished, her southern accent sounding even more exotic to his ears than usual. He wondered if she could feel his lips smile against the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He licked his fingers clean as he felt her sit up, taking her legs off his shoulders. She urged him to get up with her palms on his cheeks and he complied. She stopped him when their faces drew level. She drew her thumb along the top of his chin just below his lip. He saw her finger come away wet and he watched in fascination as she stuck her thumb in her mouth and tasted her own juices making sure he could see her tongue swirling around her own digit.
When she was done she pulled him in close and they shared a quick, deep kiss before she let him stand. She pulled back the waistband of his boxers and slid it free of his erection. The undergarment tickled him as it slid off his hips and down to join his jeans around his ankles. He groaned and then hissed as warm, wet suction surrounded the head of his dick.
She went down on him with skill. He had to blink rapidly almost in disbelief as she swallowed him completely. He could feel her throat muscles massaging his head. His hands hovered over her bobbing blonde head, but settles on her smooth, pale shoulders in stead, but he couldn't keep them still. She took him in again and again. His hips bucked lightly, beyond his control and she adjusted her pace so that he thrust into her throat. He was completely amazed and surprised at her skill. He never would have guessed in a thousand years. He had always seen her as a lady. He guessed he kind of idealized her, but this was Calleigh Ducaine, the woman, and she was sexy and sensual and, God help him, right now, he wanted to fuck her as much as he wanted to make love to her. These thought flashed through his mind on jolting waves of pleasure from her sucking lips, her swirling tongue and caressing throat. When she began to fondle his balls with one hand and test the muscle of his thigh with her fingernails, he nearly lost it.
His hands found her wealth of sun-golden hair and kept her head from moving. Only his head was in her mouth and she nursed lightly. Despite the fact that she was no longer moving or possibly because of it her gentle sucking and tongue-lashing was a subtler, more insidiously delicious torture. He looked down to find her eyes flashing up at him and he knew, she knew exactly what she was doing and how it was affecting him. He was fighting with every fibre of his being to regain his composure and control. While, at the same time stopping himself from taking a firmer hold on her head and thrusting his length back into the tight, massaging heat and moisture of her throat. Even so, his cock jerked in her mouth and he felt a heavy squirt of his pre-cum erupt into her mouth. He had to grit his teeth to keep his eruption to that as he pulled her lips off his shaft.
She flashed him a Cheshire Cat grin and he caressed her curls, enjoying their soft and smoothness and lightly massaging her scalp. She pressed herself into his hands. "Well... Hello Ms. Ducaine. I don't want to know where you learned to do that, but if you're still in contact with him or them, tell them thank you from me. That was incredible." He told her, echoing her earlier words. Her grin changed to a soft smile and she scooted back onto the bed and out of his reach, but she held out a hand to him.
He took it and allowed her to pull him onto the bed and between her thighs. His lips found hers and he could taste himself in her mouth as he was sure she had and was tasting herself in his. Their bodies writhed and ground as hands explored sweat slick skin. She moaned into his mouth as he cupped and squeezed her breast. His lips left hers and worked their way down to a full, pale rounded breast. Her hands ruffled his hair as his lips and tongue explored the firm flesh. He flicked his eyes up at her face to see her lazily smiling down at him as his tongue circled her large pink areola and hard pink nipple. "She had pink nipples." He thought bemused. He had always imagined they were brown and then his lips latched on to the hard little nub and he sucked. She moaned and she felt the smooth flesh of her inner thigh rub against his side. She pressed into his mouth as he flick her nipple with his tongue and then tested it lightly with his teeth. He heard her breath hiss and he laved away any pain he might have caused with wet, soothing swipes of his tongue before repeating the process on the other breast. He moved from enchanting globe to enchanting globe making her rock from shoulder blade to shoulder blade to press her pliant flesh into his lips.
His sex found her entrance and she wrapped her legs around him. She gathered him towards and into her, but they didn't quite manage it the first time as he slid through her swollen lips and missed. They did manage it on the second try and she gasped and he groaned as he slid into her. Her slick heat gripped his sex, resisting his thrust, but allowing it by degrees. Her heels pressed against his buttocks, urging him on and he thrust a little harder moving forward quicker.
His hands hooked around her shoulders and he pulled her down and thrust up at the same time to slide his last inch into her, making her back arch and her breath hiss out from behind teeth that pinned her lower lip. For, one glorious moment, there was no sound, no sight, no smell or taste, just the exquisite feeling of being wrapped in the hot, pulsing, moist, velvet vice of her sex. He swore he could feel her heart beating through that connection. The moment seemed to draw out and then shatter as reality snapped into sharp focus as she tightened her legs around him pulling him even deeper inside her.
She relaxed slowly as her back returned to the bed, allowing him to slide back a little and thus they slowly started the sensuous dance of thrust and counter-thrust, the roll and grind of hips, picking up pace as they went along. She was slick molten delight around him. The smell of sex and jasmine surrounded him along with her breathy moans and half-spoken words of encouragement. His lips found smooth, pale, sweaty skin and he painted abstract patterns on it as he lapped up the salt.
Her lips created little sparks of sensation along his neck and shoulders with her teeth occasionally testing the muscle underneath. Her fingernails drew patterns of her own down his back as it arched with every thrust. He was breathing hard, breaths coming in what felt like superheated burst fueling his movements and his desire. His eyes found hers and their pace slowed. Her eyes were wide and clear and he wondered what she saw in his as their bodies continued to flex and relax in a slow steady rhythm. He continued to stare into her eyes, his elbow keeping his head just above hers. Her legs unwrapped from around him and fell to the bed, spread wide.
Her hands left his back, worked their way through his hair and then came to rest on either side of his face. His hips jerked and he thrust a little harder than he intended and he watched as her head pressed back into the pillow and her eyes fluttered closed. He felt her clench and ripple around him and he had to grit his teeth to hold back the torrent of his release that had suddenly come upon him.
Her eyes opened clear and bright and her lips quirked into a beautiful smile. She caressed his cheek and then he lowered his lips to hers. They kissed slowly and sensuously as they began to move again. Their kiss increased in intensity as their bodies picked up in speed. They finally had to break the kiss to find the air they needed to fuel their lovemaking. She clenched and rippled around him erratically. He could feel her taut stomach flutter against his and she felt like a furnace around him.
He was quickly reaching the point of no return and when her fingernails dug into his as and her voice urged him to go deeper, harder and faster, he reached it. He felt her shudder and flood around him as she threw her head back and cried out his name.
He erupted inside her as his hips pumped beyond his control and he bellowed wordlessly. He felt as if more than just his seed was flowing into her. All the energy that had built up inside him burst into her in several jerking, blinding spurts. His back went rigid as his muscles locked, driving him even deeper inside her. The world seemed to evaporate around him, leaving him floating in a sea of pleasurable sensation and white-hot light. He shuddered once or twice more, feeling her twitch around him and then the world returned leaving him drained and unable to even support his own weight.
He fell heavily on top of her, needing a moment to regain his breath and strength. He started to roll off her, but he heard her whisper the word: "Stay" and her arms wrapped around him, holding him in place. He didn't argue, but kissed the nipple he found near his lips in acknowledgement of her request. He felt her fingers run through his hair and relaxed in contentment. He listened to her breathing return to normal and the rise and fall of her breast against his cheek became steadier and less pronounced.
He slid out of her when his penis became limp and this time when he made to roll off her she let him, but he pulled her with him. She shifted and came to rest against his side, throwing one leg over his thigh and resting her head on his shoulder. Her smooth hair tickled his skin and he kissed the top of her head as she stroked his chest lightly with her hand.
Sweat dried and cooled his skin, making her feel comfortably warm against his side. His mind was still trying to fathom the enormity of what had happened when she reached across him and switched off the bedside lamp, plunging them into darkness. "Shouldn't he say something?" he wondered, but could help from smelling her hair. He took a deep breath in an attempt to find the words to frame his chaotic thought, but her finger across his lips kept him silent. "In the morning, Ryan. In the morning will be soon enough. I'll still be here. If that was as good for you as it was for me, we both could use some sleep." She told him in her sexy southern twang sounding sleepy and satisfied as she snuggled against his side. Her voice soothed him as much as her caresses.
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled what he could of the covers over them before agreeing: "Okay, Calleigh. In the morning." He kissed the top of her head one more time and drifted off to sleep.
THE END
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: CSI Miami
SHIP: Ryan / Calleigh
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Smut, Angst, Romance
SPOILERS: None that I know of
UNIVERSE: As per cannon, just an interlude of sorts
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za
CHAPTER ONE
He sat back in his recliner. It had been a long thirty-six hours, but the double almost triple shift had been worth it. They'd got the bad guy. He should be tired, he was tired, but he was also too pumped up to relax just yet. Being shot at will have that effect on you. He thought about watching television, but it was, he checked his watch, 3 am in the morning. He doubted there would be anything of interest to him on at this hour. He got up and his OCD made him pick up his jacket from the sofa, where he'd dropped it and hang it up before he made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed an ice bucket and some ice. What the hell he was off for the next twenty-four hours and it would help him sleep. He then made his way over to his liquour cabinet.
He grabbed a tumbler and dropped some ice cubes into it. They made a musical tinkle as the hit the glass and it made him smile. He checked what he had in stock and turning the last bottle to check the label, he found it to be Southern Comfort. "That'll do." he thought as he poured about two fingers of the amber liquid into the glass. He gave the glass a swirl and then with his other hand grabbed the bottle and ice bucket before retaking his seat on the recliner.
He took a sip and savoured the flavour. "Southern comfort indeed." He thought as he felt himself relax a little. For some unknown reason images of Calleigh flitted through his mind as he held the ice-chilled glass to his forehead. "Must be the southern twang to her accent or the fact that he had equated the savvy CSi to his idea of a southern belle or that he was really attracted to her in a way that as colleagues he should not entertain and could never fulfill. With, a sigh he took a bigger drink and settled back in his recliner, trying to relax.
He had just poured his second drink when his doorbell rang. He frowned at his watch. Who would be at his door at three thirty-four in the morning? He went to the door and looked through the peephole to find the back of a very familiar blonde head. "What a strange co-incidence." He thought. It didn't minimize the surprise, but it did make it a welcome one.
He opened the door as she turned back to face it and he watched as a smile lit up her face and large, sparkling blue eyes. "Hey there, Cal. How can I help?" he greeted her leaning against the doorframe, her smile quirked a little. "You could invite me in. It's cold out here." she replied with a slight raise of her eyebrow. This brought a smile to his lips and he stepped aside with a grand gesture of ushering her in and quipping: "This is Miami it's never cold, but come in anyway."
To, his further surprise, she took the glass out of his hand as she glided past and he watched in amazement as she downed it's contents. "Hmmm. That's good." She said swirling the ice left behind, her accent making it sound even better to Ryan's ears. He closed the door and followed her into the apartment.
"Another?" he asked. She nodded in reply handing him back the glass. He offered her a seat on the sofa which she accepted and made a detour back to his liquor cabinet to get another glass before pouring their drinks. After a moments thought he moved the bottle and ice to the coffee table in front of the sofa and after handing her, her drink he sat down next to her abandoning his recliner for the sake of sociability. The light scent of vanilla that always surrounded had nothing to do with his decision.
"So, what brings you to my door at three thirty in the AM?" he asked noting that she seemed a little tense. He watched as she kicked her shoes off and she gave him a questioning look. He nodded and she curled her legs under herself, settling back on the sofa. She cradled the glass in the palms of her hands and he let her take her time.
"Just feeling a bit wired." She started and he raised an eyebrow of his own. "I can't stop playing it over and over again in my head. I can still feel the passage of the bullet as it passed my head. I keep hearing the whiz and the zing of it, the ricochet. I can't close my eyes. I've been at home, trying to sleep for the last two hours." She continued and he could hear the slightest hint of panic in her voice.
He briefly thought of trying to get hold of Horatio, he would have more experience, but he had never seen Calleigh anywhere near to this agitated. Yet, at the same time he had no idea what to say and he also knew that trying and not being able to could make the situation worse.
So, he did the only thing he could think of, he put his glass down and gathered her into his arms. He half-expected her to resist, but before he realized it she had curled up half on his lap with his arms wrapped around her. He felt her shoulders begin to shake along with the tinkle of the ice in her glass before he heard her quiet sobs. He tightened his arms around her and felt her clutch at the front of his shirt.
He lightly kissed the top of her head without any real thought before resting his forehead on the same spot. "It's okay, Calleigh. You don't need to keep it in." he whispered.
After a few minutes her sobs subsided and he found himself gently stroking her hair. They both became aware of their position at about the same time and along with that awareness came a self-conscious awkwardness. Yet, neither made an attempt to move. Her, to escape his arms, or him to release her. She rolled onto her back, still resting in his lap and smiled up at him, a little sheepishly, but still with a radiance that rivaled the sun coming out after the rain as her breathing became slow and steady.
They watched each other in silence for a few moments. He started to speak, but she placed a finger on his lips to silence them. He moved her finger away. "Maybe I should call Horatio?" he asked quietly. "No. I'm fine now. Just needed... Just needed somewhere safe, someone I trust, someone who... I've seen you look at me sometimes when you think I'm not watching." She answered. "Sorry." He replied. "I don't mind.", was her counter with another half-smile. "I sort of like it." She continued her smile broadening.
"She trusts me and all I want to do right now is kiss her." he thought. "You trust me?" he half-stated, half-asked a little incredulously. "Yes." She answered simply with no sign of her earlier distress. "Why don't you stop talking and kiss me?" she asked in her normal calm manner, her southern accent turning the question into a caress. "I know you want to. I'd even hazzard a guess that you've wanted to for a while now. I'd even go so far as to say that kissing me isn't the only thing you've been thinking about, if the bulge against the side of my head is anything to go by. I am a CSI after all. We're trained to be observant. Don't you know?" She continued not allowing him to answer. She shifted, dragging herself onto his lap so that they were face to face. His arms moved around to cradle her and he did as he had been told. His mind still fought his desire bringing up argument after argument on why he shouldn't be doing this.
They were partners. She was vulnerable. He was taking advantage. But she felt so warm and right in his arms. The faint scent of jasmine that surrounded her now enveloped him strongly with her never-before-experienced closeness. He tasted the strange mixture of the salt from her tears and the sweet taste of the liquor they had consumed on her lips as their kiss deepened. He felt her lips open under his and the tip of her tongue swept along the top of his lower lips wiping away any semblance to thought and resistance on his part.
His hand worked its way into her silky blonde hair and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. He let his head shift to the side and their lips slid sinuously together as their tongues fenced in the arena of their joined mouths. Thrust, Parry and circle, again and again. It felt like the kiss went on forever and he would have been happy if it had, but he felt her pull away and let her. They were both breathing a bit heavily.
Her smile dazzled along with the twinkle in her eye as she ran her tongue over her kiss-swollen lower lip. He couldn't help but grin, but his grin faded as she got up off his lap and slid out of his arms. He knew this was too good to be true. He half believed Delco, Horatio and Boa Vista would come through his door right that minute and laugh at him, telling him how gullible he was and how easily he was to trick. But, he could still taste her on his lips.
She held out her hand to him. "Why don't you give me a tour? We could start with the bedroom." She asked and suggested. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she suggesting what he thought she was suggesting. That they... "Errr Calleigh..." he started stroking his chin as he tried to choose the right words. "Isn't this all a bit... sudden? Don't get me wrong..." he tried to explain.
She stepped forward and crouched in front of him resting her hands on his knees. "Ryan. We've been dancing around each other for the last few months. I know you're attracted to me and if the kiss we just shared didn't tell you how I feel, then, you really aren't the CSI I thought you were. Don't get me wrong. Tonight might just end up being sex. A reaction to getting shot at, nearly dying and realizing how short life can be or maybe it will be something more. I can't answer that now, but I want this and I can see you want this and something more is a possibility, Ryan. We're being honest with each other. If you don't want to do this, just say so. But, I don't think you will. I think that when I get up and walk to your bedroom, you're going to follow me. Maybe not right away, but you will follow me . We'll spend the rest of the night together and in the morning we'll... Well. We'll have spent the night won't we." She explained to him with a slight smile in the calm, self-assured manner that so defined her.
She started to rise, but paused when they came face to face. She touched his cheek lightly and closed the distance between them. She touched his lips lightly with hers before rising to her feet. She looked down at him for a moment and then turned and began walking toward his bedroom.
He sat frozen, watching her as she moved away. His eyes widened as he watched her tug her blouse free of her skirt, slowly unbutton it and let it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor behind her. She fumbled at something on the side of her skirt and then leaned on the doorframe to his bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and then did something at the waistband of her skirt and the garment just slid off her hips to puddle around her feet. She stepped out of it and turned to look at him one last time before she walked into his bedroom.
"God, she looked unbelievably gorgeous standing in the doorway to his bedroom in only her pale pink, lace bra and panties. He wanted this. She was right he'd thought about it. A lot. The near painful erection in his pants said he could do this and she wanted this. Her clothes strewn on the floor of his living room made that a definite. So... Why was he still sitting there? Because, like she'd said, there was a possibility of this just being a one night stand and as honest as she was about it he was still weighing the risk of the consequences. They had become good friends, easy, comfortable friends and this could destroy that or... or take it to the next level, a romantic relationship. Not, that, that wouldn't have it's own problems, but those were problems he was prepared to face. He really wanted to get up, go into his bedroom and make love to Calleigh Ducane, but... And, that was part of the problem. He wanted to make love to her, not just have sex, but sex with her would be amazing. Was it better to deny himself? And, if he did would she then take that as being disinterest in any further relationship with her." he thought, wrestling with himself, conflicted. A pale pink, lace bra came through the doorway of his bedroom and settled on the skirt she'd left behind. Ryan blinked once, got up and headed for his bedroom, stripping off his t-shirt and kicking off his shoes as he went.
He kicked off his shoes as well. As, he entered the room her panties hit him square in the chest. He looked at his bed to find the most exquisite sight that his most ardent fantasies had only hinted at. She lay in the middle of his bed, slightly propped up by pillows. Naked as the day she was born, literally. Her body was hairless. Her pussy was shaved.
"What took you so long?" she asked in a husky, sultry voice. He shrugged not really trusting his voice. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, but his hands found and worked his belt buckle, jeans button and fly without his conscious effort, allowing his jeans to fall to the floor. The relief of pressure on his ever-hardening dick felt good though.
He watched as she shifted onto her side, bending her elbow and resting her cheek in her hand. She cocked one of her legs so he could clearly see her open and glistening slit. She patted the bed beside her in a blatant invitation. He shook his head and she raider an eyebrow in question. He grinned at her and winked. Before she could react he grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She gave a startled little cry, which transformed into a gasp as he knelt between her legs and immediately lowered his face between them. Heat radiated from her and she tasted something like cinnamon, but not quite. The heady aroma of her arousal surrounded him and he breathed in, deeply.
He lapped at her slit, dragging his tongue between her full, engorged nether lips collecting her nectar. Once, Twice and a third time before he suckled at the exposed pearl of her clit. He sucked on the flesh above it and flicked the small bundle of nerves back and forth with his tongue. She moaned loudly and her hips rocked into his mouth as he continued his assault. He felt her weight shift on the bed and then he felt her hands in his hair. Her fingernails massaged his scalp, her palms at the side of his head only occasionally guiding his lips where she wanted them.
Her pussy was tight and steamy hot when he slid first one and then a second finger inside her as far as he could. He finger fucked her slowly and turned the full attention of his mouth on her clit. She fell back causing the bed to shake as he pounded her pussy with his fingers, picking up speed and sucked, licked and flicked at her clit. Her heels actually drummed against his back as she writhed under his delicious torture. He heard the word: "Yes!!!" leave her mouth on a hissed breath and suddenly her back arched completely off the bed so that she was only balanced on her thrown back head and butt. She clenched convulsively around his fingers. He felt a hot, liquid flood around his fingers and onto his hand every time her pussy relaxed. He continued to suckle lightly at her clit, loving the way she moaned and tensed even further with each suck and relaxed when he stopped.
He released her clit and slid his fingers from inside her before lapping up every drop of her cream he could find. The scent of her arousal became thicker and steamier with her orgasm and he breathed it as if he would suffocate without it. The bow of her back eased in degrees as he lightly continued to lave her sex with his tongue. He again felt her hands in his hair, but this time they pushed his face off her sensitive sex. "Enough." She said breathlessly flopping back down on the bed.
He kissed the inside of her thighs and he heard her chuckle softly. "Well... Hello Mr. Wolfe. I don't want to know where you learned to do that, but if you're still in contact with her or them, tell'em thanks from me. That was amazing." She finished, her southern accent sounding even more exotic to his ears than usual. He wondered if she could feel his lips smile against the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He licked his fingers clean as he felt her sit up, taking her legs off his shoulders. She urged him to get up with her palms on his cheeks and he complied. She stopped him when their faces drew level. She drew her thumb along the top of his chin just below his lip. He saw her finger come away wet and he watched in fascination as she stuck her thumb in her mouth and tasted her own juices making sure he could see her tongue swirling around her own digit.
When she was done she pulled him in close and they shared a quick, deep kiss before she let him stand. She pulled back the waistband of his boxers and slid it free of his erection. The undergarment tickled him as it slid off his hips and down to join his jeans around his ankles. He groaned and then hissed as warm, wet suction surrounded the head of his dick.
She went down on him with skill. He had to blink rapidly almost in disbelief as she swallowed him completely. He could feel her throat muscles massaging his head. His hands hovered over her bobbing blonde head, but settles on her smooth, pale shoulders in stead, but he couldn't keep them still. She took him in again and again. His hips bucked lightly, beyond his control and she adjusted her pace so that he thrust into her throat. He was completely amazed and surprised at her skill. He never would have guessed in a thousand years. He had always seen her as a lady. He guessed he kind of idealized her, but this was Calleigh Ducaine, the woman, and she was sexy and sensual and, God help him, right now, he wanted to fuck her as much as he wanted to make love to her. These thought flashed through his mind on jolting waves of pleasure from her sucking lips, her swirling tongue and caressing throat. When she began to fondle his balls with one hand and test the muscle of his thigh with her fingernails, he nearly lost it.
His hands found her wealth of sun-golden hair and kept her head from moving. Only his head was in her mouth and she nursed lightly. Despite the fact that she was no longer moving or possibly because of it her gentle sucking and tongue-lashing was a subtler, more insidiously delicious torture. He looked down to find her eyes flashing up at him and he knew, she knew exactly what she was doing and how it was affecting him. He was fighting with every fibre of his being to regain his composure and control. While, at the same time stopping himself from taking a firmer hold on her head and thrusting his length back into the tight, massaging heat and moisture of her throat. Even so, his cock jerked in her mouth and he felt a heavy squirt of his pre-cum erupt into her mouth. He had to grit his teeth to keep his eruption to that as he pulled her lips off his shaft.
She flashed him a Cheshire Cat grin and he caressed her curls, enjoying their soft and smoothness and lightly massaging her scalp. She pressed herself into his hands. "Well... Hello Ms. Ducaine. I don't want to know where you learned to do that, but if you're still in contact with him or them, tell them thank you from me. That was incredible." He told her, echoing her earlier words. Her grin changed to a soft smile and she scooted back onto the bed and out of his reach, but she held out a hand to him.
He took it and allowed her to pull him onto the bed and between her thighs. His lips found hers and he could taste himself in her mouth as he was sure she had and was tasting herself in his. Their bodies writhed and ground as hands explored sweat slick skin. She moaned into his mouth as he cupped and squeezed her breast. His lips left hers and worked their way down to a full, pale rounded breast. Her hands ruffled his hair as his lips and tongue explored the firm flesh. He flicked his eyes up at her face to see her lazily smiling down at him as his tongue circled her large pink areola and hard pink nipple. "She had pink nipples." He thought bemused. He had always imagined they were brown and then his lips latched on to the hard little nub and he sucked. She moaned and she felt the smooth flesh of her inner thigh rub against his side. She pressed into his mouth as he flick her nipple with his tongue and then tested it lightly with his teeth. He heard her breath hiss and he laved away any pain he might have caused with wet, soothing swipes of his tongue before repeating the process on the other breast. He moved from enchanting globe to enchanting globe making her rock from shoulder blade to shoulder blade to press her pliant flesh into his lips.
His sex found her entrance and she wrapped her legs around him. She gathered him towards and into her, but they didn't quite manage it the first time as he slid through her swollen lips and missed. They did manage it on the second try and she gasped and he groaned as he slid into her. Her slick heat gripped his sex, resisting his thrust, but allowing it by degrees. Her heels pressed against his buttocks, urging him on and he thrust a little harder moving forward quicker.
His hands hooked around her shoulders and he pulled her down and thrust up at the same time to slide his last inch into her, making her back arch and her breath hiss out from behind teeth that pinned her lower lip. For, one glorious moment, there was no sound, no sight, no smell or taste, just the exquisite feeling of being wrapped in the hot, pulsing, moist, velvet vice of her sex. He swore he could feel her heart beating through that connection. The moment seemed to draw out and then shatter as reality snapped into sharp focus as she tightened her legs around him pulling him even deeper inside her.
She relaxed slowly as her back returned to the bed, allowing him to slide back a little and thus they slowly started the sensuous dance of thrust and counter-thrust, the roll and grind of hips, picking up pace as they went along. She was slick molten delight around him. The smell of sex and jasmine surrounded him along with her breathy moans and half-spoken words of encouragement. His lips found smooth, pale, sweaty skin and he painted abstract patterns on it as he lapped up the salt.
Her lips created little sparks of sensation along his neck and shoulders with her teeth occasionally testing the muscle underneath. Her fingernails drew patterns of her own down his back as it arched with every thrust. He was breathing hard, breaths coming in what felt like superheated burst fueling his movements and his desire. His eyes found hers and their pace slowed. Her eyes were wide and clear and he wondered what she saw in his as their bodies continued to flex and relax in a slow steady rhythm. He continued to stare into her eyes, his elbow keeping his head just above hers. Her legs unwrapped from around him and fell to the bed, spread wide.
Her hands left his back, worked their way through his hair and then came to rest on either side of his face. His hips jerked and he thrust a little harder than he intended and he watched as her head pressed back into the pillow and her eyes fluttered closed. He felt her clench and ripple around him and he had to grit his teeth to hold back the torrent of his release that had suddenly come upon him.
Her eyes opened clear and bright and her lips quirked into a beautiful smile. She caressed his cheek and then he lowered his lips to hers. They kissed slowly and sensuously as they began to move again. Their kiss increased in intensity as their bodies picked up in speed. They finally had to break the kiss to find the air they needed to fuel their lovemaking. She clenched and rippled around him erratically. He could feel her taut stomach flutter against his and she felt like a furnace around him.
He was quickly reaching the point of no return and when her fingernails dug into his as and her voice urged him to go deeper, harder and faster, he reached it. He felt her shudder and flood around him as she threw her head back and cried out his name.
He erupted inside her as his hips pumped beyond his control and he bellowed wordlessly. He felt as if more than just his seed was flowing into her. All the energy that had built up inside him burst into her in several jerking, blinding spurts. His back went rigid as his muscles locked, driving him even deeper inside her. The world seemed to evaporate around him, leaving him floating in a sea of pleasurable sensation and white-hot light. He shuddered once or twice more, feeling her twitch around him and then the world returned leaving him drained and unable to even support his own weight.
He fell heavily on top of her, needing a moment to regain his breath and strength. He started to roll off her, but he heard her whisper the word: "Stay" and her arms wrapped around him, holding him in place. He didn't argue, but kissed the nipple he found near his lips in acknowledgement of her request. He felt her fingers run through his hair and relaxed in contentment. He listened to her breathing return to normal and the rise and fall of her breast against his cheek became steadier and less pronounced.
He slid out of her when his penis became limp and this time when he made to roll off her she let him, but he pulled her with him. She shifted and came to rest against his side, throwing one leg over his thigh and resting her head on his shoulder. Her smooth hair tickled his skin and he kissed the top of her head as she stroked his chest lightly with her hand.
Sweat dried and cooled his skin, making her feel comfortably warm against his side. His mind was still trying to fathom the enormity of what had happened when she reached across him and switched off the bedside lamp, plunging them into darkness. "Shouldn't he say something?" he wondered, but could help from smelling her hair. He took a deep breath in an attempt to find the words to frame his chaotic thought, but her finger across his lips kept him silent. "In the morning, Ryan. In the morning will be soon enough. I'll still be here. If that was as good for you as it was for me, we both could use some sleep." She told him in her sexy southern twang sounding sleepy and satisfied as she snuggled against his side. Her voice soothed him as much as her caresses.
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled what he could of the covers over them before agreeing: "Okay, Calleigh. In the morning." He kissed the top of her head one more time and drifted off to sleep.
THE END