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Just Another Day At The Office
TITLE: Just Another Day At The Office
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: CSI Miami
SHIP: Natalia / ????
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Smut, Romance
SPOILERS: None that I am aware 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. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
She gripped the edge of the shelf above her head and rested her forehead against the cool steel of the one in front of her. She let out a soft moan as large, strong hands slid up her thighs under her skirt, caressing her skin and the slowly tugging down her panties. He lets them go when they reach her knees and they slide down her legs. She steps one foot out of them, so that she can spread her legs and steps back slightly so that she was leaning forward. She can feel the heat of him behind her, radiating onto her back and buttocks. The sound of him lowering his zipper sounds loud and harsh in the silence of the secluded little corner of the huge cold case evidence locker they were in.
He hikes up her skirt slowly drawing it up until he has bared her ass and gripped her hips, holding the garment in place. He presses up against her butt and back and she can feel his dick brush lightly against the inside of her thigh, warm and throbbing. He shifts and the head of his cock is pressing against the open, moist folds of her pussy. He shifts again and he glides through them, parting them and with slow, deliberate care he finds her entrance.
Her skin is prickly and hot, despite the carefully temperature controlled environment they are in. Her nipples, on the other hand, are hard, as if there is a chill in the air. Her bra feels confining and rough as they scrape against the lacey undergarment, shifting as they continue to swell and tighten. She shifts back, a subtle adjustment, which seats the tip of his dickhead neatly inside her. His breath is hot against her neck, even through her hair as his broad frame presses against her back. She lifts her head from the edge of the shelf and tilts it to the side, shifting her mocha-blonde, wavy hair and exposing her neck to his warm, wet lips. "Don't ever change your shampoo. The smell of almonds drives me absolutely nuts." He purrs into the shell of her ear before running the tip of his tongue over it. Her soft chuckle becomes a sigh before it ends. "Are you ready?" he asks and nips her earlobe. "Are you? She counters and then has to stifle a gasp as he thrusts up and forward.
Her grip on the shelf tightens and she braces her legs as she pushed back and down. His deep voice rumbles out her name as his dick head forges a tingling path of friction through the resistant tightness of her intimate flesh for the rest of his shaft to follow and intensify. He makes a drawn out, appreciative groan right next to her ear for the length of his journey into her core. His crotch presses hard into her ass and she rocks back and forth causing his cock to slide in and out of her in shallow strokes as her sex adjusts to her length and girth. "Jeesus, that feels good." She pants as he starts to screw her with smooth, steady strokes that slowly grow in length. He guides her with his firm grip on her hips until they find a steady rhythm and pace, and then his hand slide up her ribcage and find her breasts through the silk of her blouse and the lace of her bra.
"You're so amazingly tight and hot." He informs her, his voice smoky honey in her ear as he fondles her breasts and his thick shaft ploughs back and forth through her. Friction and pressure drive energy into her, which starts to build up in the pit of her stomach. His nimble fingers tweak and roll her nipples through the material of her clothes, sending sparks that mingle delight and discomfort in almost equal parts. The solid bulk of his chest slides across her back and she can feel the buttons of his shirt. He thrusts harder and faster and she matches his pace. Her sex clenches and floods with her sex grease to lubricate his passage through her tight flesh. He sucks and kisses at her neck and shoulder, leaving trails of warm, wet pressure on her skin and occasionally he nips at her skin, testing the muscles underneath and then soothing away the echo of his bite with a warm, swirling tongue.
He tells her how beautiful and sexy she is; how much he wants her, desires her and his words send a thrill through her. She groans as her orgasm builds and his hands on her breasts grow bolder and firmer, and she really wishes she wasn't wearing her blouse or her bra. His hands on the naked flesh of her firm globes and hard tingling nipples would have been divinity itself. Their pace is hard and fast. They're taking a risk; time is limited. They had found a blind spot in the surveillance, but they are not alone here, and they can be discovered at any moment. The danger adds to the thrill of their already illicit and secretive relationship. They both do their best to muffle the noises and sounds they make as each takes pleasure from the other.
She can feel the edge of the shelf, biting into her hands with the intensity of her grip as she braces herself against his powerful thrusts. Their bodies collide with rapid regularity, sending shockwaves of delight through her. She can feel her belly start to quiver and her sex begin to sporadically clench on his sliding shaft as the electric power of her growing climax starts to escape her control and plays havoc on her senses. Her legs and arms are trembling with the strain as they both work at trying to bring the other to climax. Her heart is pounding a mile a minute and her breath burns in her chest as she pants faster and faster in time with his driving cock and strong fondling hands. One of his hands leave he breasts and after fumbling with her skirt, that has once again dropped down, his agile fingers find the sensitive little pearl of her clit where it is peeking out of its hood and diddles it rapidly.
"Cum for me, Natalia." He urges her, his voice low and his breath ragged and hot against her ear. She was on the edge, the roiling mass of energy in her belly, battering and screaming for release, testing her resolve, looking for a way to escape. She wants this to last forever, but at the same time yearns for the tidal wave of sensation that releasing her climax will bring. His touch and his words drive her over the edge. The pent up energy of her climax breaks its bonds and, free of restraint, blossoms in an expanding explosion of pleasure. Her sex locks around him and her muscles tense and hold, her back arching. She traps her cry of release behind her teeth, which dig into her lower lip. She closes her eyes, but little spots of light still dance in in the darkness behind her lids as her orgasm rips through her. He continues to thrust into the death grip of her climaxing sex, the fiery friction a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. She doesn't know if she wants to pull away from him or press back against him. Delight danced across her nerves, making her shudder as muscles misfired and tensed and relaxed in rapid succession. His hands have again found her hips and she hears him grunt as he forces his shaft through the vice-like grip of her sex.
His cry is muffled in her hair as he presses his face into it as she feels him expand and then pulse inside her, jerking and spurting his seed into her. She can feel the liquid heat of his semen add to her own and her sex relents in response, rippling around him, milking him. Their flesh resist each other, pressing and sliding together and new waves of delight surge through her system. They lack the intensity of the initial dam burst of sensation, but they followed each other like ripples across a pond, keeping her nerves sizzling and singing a refrain of pleasure. She feels him go still inside as she floats in the sex-induced haze of her diminishing orgasm. Her forehead finds the steel of the shelf in front of her again, and its cool touch feels wonderful on her burning skin.
They both groan as he pulls out of her, the movement setting off another weak cascade of pleasure, but these are only faint echoes, for which she is grateful, because even as light as they are, they jangle already over-stimulated nerves. She leans against the shelf for it's support as she musters the energy to stand without it. She hears him zip up his pants and buckle his belt and finally opens her eyes. She guesses he is kneeling behind her because his hands are gently caressing her calves. She has to lean a bit more heavily on the shelf when he lifts one of her feet, and then she feel him slowly draw her panties back up her legs, the lacy material slithering along her skin. He tugs her undergarment into place and just before he lowers her skirt, he places a soft kiss on one of her now panty-clad ass cheek.
She lets him turn her to face him and he straightens her skirt while she straightens her blouse. Smiles twitch at both their lips as they exchange satisfied glances. He leans forward and she wraps her arms around his neck as they share a hungry kiss. They literally almost jump apart when they hear a noise from down the long row of shelving and the evidence boxes they contain, but no one appears. "That was fast, but good." She comments. "Just wait until I get you home. I intend to make it long and spectacular." He promised and she chuckled. She adjusted her bra, her nipples were still a little sensitive, and the supportive undergarment still felt uncomfortable. "I wish I could take this off." She told him, trying to arrange the cups for comfort. "You could, but the sign out clerk is sure to notice. He had his eyes glued to your chest, the moment we walked in the door. You do have a very noteworthy chest, after all." He quipped, and she shied a light punch to his shoulder. "You say the sweetest things." She quipped back and he gave her quick wink and then they both chuckled.
They linger a few moments longer, for both the sweat and the scent of sex to dissipate from their skin and she touches up her make-up and neatens her hair while they wait. He grabs the evidence box they had come to collect and gestures for her to lead the way back to the entrance. He follows close behind her. They signed out the evidence. "Now his got his eyes glued to your sweet ass." He informed her out of the side of his mouth as they made their way to the exit and she put just a little extra sway in her hips as she walked and he chuckled softly.
The sun was already starting to lower when they returned to the crime lab and were met, on the steps at its entrance, by Horacio. "Miss Boa Vista, Mister Wolfe, find what you were looking for?" he asked them. "I believe we did. We just need to get these to the lab for verification. The search was very... fruitful and the results were quite satisfying." Natalia answered him and she noticed Ryan hide his smile at the choice of her words, behind the fist her raised to catch a sudden cough. "Good. Let me know as soon as you have the results." He told them, slipping on his sunglasses as he turned. "We will, H. Even if we have to go at it all night." Ryan replied and she flashed him a warning glance to which he gave her an impudent grin and they made their way into the building.
Eric greeted them as they walked into the lab. "What have you two been up to?" he asked as they were slipping into their lab coats. They looked at each other and she wondered if images of what they had done were flashing through his mind, like they were through hers. "Nothing much. Just another day at the office." They replied, almost in stereo. He gave them an odd look, and then shook his head and bid them farewell.
THE END
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: CSI Miami
SHIP: Natalia / ????
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Smut, Romance
SPOILERS: None that I am aware 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. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
She gripped the edge of the shelf above her head and rested her forehead against the cool steel of the one in front of her. She let out a soft moan as large, strong hands slid up her thighs under her skirt, caressing her skin and the slowly tugging down her panties. He lets them go when they reach her knees and they slide down her legs. She steps one foot out of them, so that she can spread her legs and steps back slightly so that she was leaning forward. She can feel the heat of him behind her, radiating onto her back and buttocks. The sound of him lowering his zipper sounds loud and harsh in the silence of the secluded little corner of the huge cold case evidence locker they were in.
He hikes up her skirt slowly drawing it up until he has bared her ass and gripped her hips, holding the garment in place. He presses up against her butt and back and she can feel his dick brush lightly against the inside of her thigh, warm and throbbing. He shifts and the head of his cock is pressing against the open, moist folds of her pussy. He shifts again and he glides through them, parting them and with slow, deliberate care he finds her entrance.
Her skin is prickly and hot, despite the carefully temperature controlled environment they are in. Her nipples, on the other hand, are hard, as if there is a chill in the air. Her bra feels confining and rough as they scrape against the lacey undergarment, shifting as they continue to swell and tighten. She shifts back, a subtle adjustment, which seats the tip of his dickhead neatly inside her. His breath is hot against her neck, even through her hair as his broad frame presses against her back. She lifts her head from the edge of the shelf and tilts it to the side, shifting her mocha-blonde, wavy hair and exposing her neck to his warm, wet lips. "Don't ever change your shampoo. The smell of almonds drives me absolutely nuts." He purrs into the shell of her ear before running the tip of his tongue over it. Her soft chuckle becomes a sigh before it ends. "Are you ready?" he asks and nips her earlobe. "Are you? She counters and then has to stifle a gasp as he thrusts up and forward.
Her grip on the shelf tightens and she braces her legs as she pushed back and down. His deep voice rumbles out her name as his dick head forges a tingling path of friction through the resistant tightness of her intimate flesh for the rest of his shaft to follow and intensify. He makes a drawn out, appreciative groan right next to her ear for the length of his journey into her core. His crotch presses hard into her ass and she rocks back and forth causing his cock to slide in and out of her in shallow strokes as her sex adjusts to her length and girth. "Jeesus, that feels good." She pants as he starts to screw her with smooth, steady strokes that slowly grow in length. He guides her with his firm grip on her hips until they find a steady rhythm and pace, and then his hand slide up her ribcage and find her breasts through the silk of her blouse and the lace of her bra.
"You're so amazingly tight and hot." He informs her, his voice smoky honey in her ear as he fondles her breasts and his thick shaft ploughs back and forth through her. Friction and pressure drive energy into her, which starts to build up in the pit of her stomach. His nimble fingers tweak and roll her nipples through the material of her clothes, sending sparks that mingle delight and discomfort in almost equal parts. The solid bulk of his chest slides across her back and she can feel the buttons of his shirt. He thrusts harder and faster and she matches his pace. Her sex clenches and floods with her sex grease to lubricate his passage through her tight flesh. He sucks and kisses at her neck and shoulder, leaving trails of warm, wet pressure on her skin and occasionally he nips at her skin, testing the muscles underneath and then soothing away the echo of his bite with a warm, swirling tongue.
He tells her how beautiful and sexy she is; how much he wants her, desires her and his words send a thrill through her. She groans as her orgasm builds and his hands on her breasts grow bolder and firmer, and she really wishes she wasn't wearing her blouse or her bra. His hands on the naked flesh of her firm globes and hard tingling nipples would have been divinity itself. Their pace is hard and fast. They're taking a risk; time is limited. They had found a blind spot in the surveillance, but they are not alone here, and they can be discovered at any moment. The danger adds to the thrill of their already illicit and secretive relationship. They both do their best to muffle the noises and sounds they make as each takes pleasure from the other.
She can feel the edge of the shelf, biting into her hands with the intensity of her grip as she braces herself against his powerful thrusts. Their bodies collide with rapid regularity, sending shockwaves of delight through her. She can feel her belly start to quiver and her sex begin to sporadically clench on his sliding shaft as the electric power of her growing climax starts to escape her control and plays havoc on her senses. Her legs and arms are trembling with the strain as they both work at trying to bring the other to climax. Her heart is pounding a mile a minute and her breath burns in her chest as she pants faster and faster in time with his driving cock and strong fondling hands. One of his hands leave he breasts and after fumbling with her skirt, that has once again dropped down, his agile fingers find the sensitive little pearl of her clit where it is peeking out of its hood and diddles it rapidly.
"Cum for me, Natalia." He urges her, his voice low and his breath ragged and hot against her ear. She was on the edge, the roiling mass of energy in her belly, battering and screaming for release, testing her resolve, looking for a way to escape. She wants this to last forever, but at the same time yearns for the tidal wave of sensation that releasing her climax will bring. His touch and his words drive her over the edge. The pent up energy of her climax breaks its bonds and, free of restraint, blossoms in an expanding explosion of pleasure. Her sex locks around him and her muscles tense and hold, her back arching. She traps her cry of release behind her teeth, which dig into her lower lip. She closes her eyes, but little spots of light still dance in in the darkness behind her lids as her orgasm rips through her. He continues to thrust into the death grip of her climaxing sex, the fiery friction a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. She doesn't know if she wants to pull away from him or press back against him. Delight danced across her nerves, making her shudder as muscles misfired and tensed and relaxed in rapid succession. His hands have again found her hips and she hears him grunt as he forces his shaft through the vice-like grip of her sex.
His cry is muffled in her hair as he presses his face into it as she feels him expand and then pulse inside her, jerking and spurting his seed into her. She can feel the liquid heat of his semen add to her own and her sex relents in response, rippling around him, milking him. Their flesh resist each other, pressing and sliding together and new waves of delight surge through her system. They lack the intensity of the initial dam burst of sensation, but they followed each other like ripples across a pond, keeping her nerves sizzling and singing a refrain of pleasure. She feels him go still inside as she floats in the sex-induced haze of her diminishing orgasm. Her forehead finds the steel of the shelf in front of her again, and its cool touch feels wonderful on her burning skin.
They both groan as he pulls out of her, the movement setting off another weak cascade of pleasure, but these are only faint echoes, for which she is grateful, because even as light as they are, they jangle already over-stimulated nerves. She leans against the shelf for it's support as she musters the energy to stand without it. She hears him zip up his pants and buckle his belt and finally opens her eyes. She guesses he is kneeling behind her because his hands are gently caressing her calves. She has to lean a bit more heavily on the shelf when he lifts one of her feet, and then she feel him slowly draw her panties back up her legs, the lacy material slithering along her skin. He tugs her undergarment into place and just before he lowers her skirt, he places a soft kiss on one of her now panty-clad ass cheek.
She lets him turn her to face him and he straightens her skirt while she straightens her blouse. Smiles twitch at both their lips as they exchange satisfied glances. He leans forward and she wraps her arms around his neck as they share a hungry kiss. They literally almost jump apart when they hear a noise from down the long row of shelving and the evidence boxes they contain, but no one appears. "That was fast, but good." She comments. "Just wait until I get you home. I intend to make it long and spectacular." He promised and she chuckled. She adjusted her bra, her nipples were still a little sensitive, and the supportive undergarment still felt uncomfortable. "I wish I could take this off." She told him, trying to arrange the cups for comfort. "You could, but the sign out clerk is sure to notice. He had his eyes glued to your chest, the moment we walked in the door. You do have a very noteworthy chest, after all." He quipped, and she shied a light punch to his shoulder. "You say the sweetest things." She quipped back and he gave her quick wink and then they both chuckled.
They linger a few moments longer, for both the sweat and the scent of sex to dissipate from their skin and she touches up her make-up and neatens her hair while they wait. He grabs the evidence box they had come to collect and gestures for her to lead the way back to the entrance. He follows close behind her. They signed out the evidence. "Now his got his eyes glued to your sweet ass." He informed her out of the side of his mouth as they made their way to the exit and she put just a little extra sway in her hips as she walked and he chuckled softly.
The sun was already starting to lower when they returned to the crime lab and were met, on the steps at its entrance, by Horacio. "Miss Boa Vista, Mister Wolfe, find what you were looking for?" he asked them. "I believe we did. We just need to get these to the lab for verification. The search was very... fruitful and the results were quite satisfying." Natalia answered him and she noticed Ryan hide his smile at the choice of her words, behind the fist her raised to catch a sudden cough. "Good. Let me know as soon as you have the results." He told them, slipping on his sunglasses as he turned. "We will, H. Even if we have to go at it all night." Ryan replied and she flashed him a warning glance to which he gave her an impudent grin and they made their way into the building.
Eric greeted them as they walked into the lab. "What have you two been up to?" he asked as they were slipping into their lab coats. They looked at each other and she wondered if images of what they had done were flashing through his mind, like they were through hers. "Nothing much. Just another day at the office." They replied, almost in stereo. He gave them an odd look, and then shook his head and bid them farewell.
THE END