At The End Of The Day

TITLE: At the End of the Day

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: CSI Miami

SHIP: Calleigh / Ryan

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Smut, Angst, Romance

SPOILERS: Season 6, Episode 16

UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS. What if, at the end of Season 6 Episode 16 (All in), Ryan convinced Calleigh she should be alone after her ordeal instead of Eric?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own CSI: Miami. 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

She finally managed to crawl up onto her bed, still breathing hard, but chuckling with glee as she rolled onto her side. After, a moment, Ryan joined her, his hard body sliding up against her back on the layer of sweat that coated it. She was a little shocked as she caught sight of her reflection in a full length mirror a short distance from the bed. She glistened with sweat, her eyes were wide and bright and her blonde hair a wild, damp tussled halo. She felt his lips press to the skin of her shoulder, sucking lightly before his tongue swirled little circles over the tingling blossom of heat from his lips. His hand reached round and he lightly cupped her breast, massaging it with gentle pressure. She sighed quietly and then groaned as she felt his hard cock twitch between the crack of her ass.

“Again?” she queried. “It would seem so.” He whispered in her ear, nipping at her earlobe. “Did you have Viagra for breakfast this morning?” she asked playfully and he chuckled as he slid down and his cock shifted between her legs, resting on her inner thigh. “No, I’ve just been thinking about this for a very long time.” He told her as she lifted her leg and draped it over his, opening herself to him as she took his cock in her hand. “You have?” she asked quietly as his dick throbbed hotly in her hand, still slick with their combined juices. “You’re an intelligent, sexy, smart and beautiful woman. I don’t think there’s a heterosexual male who has seen or met you who hasn’t thought about being with you.” He replied while nuzzling at her neck, dragging his teeth along her skin and then soothing it with his swirling tongue.

“I’m not going to kick you out anytime soon, Ryan. The flattery isn’t necessary.” She admonished him without any malice. “What flattery? I am just telling you the truth. You should hear the things the guys at the lab say. You could have any of them with a snap of your fingers.” He protested. “If you say so.” She dismissed what he said although her lips twitched into a smile at the implied compliment. She skimmed her fist slowly up and down his length, watching them intently in the mirror. “Did you plan this? Did you put that there? He asked without any real suspicion, indicating the mirror with a nod of his head. “No, but I am suddenly very glad I like to dress near my bed.” She replied and she could see him watching their reflection over her shoulder as intently as she was.

She rubbed the head of his cock through her swollen lips and moist folds, brushing him lightly over her clit, with a sparking surge of sensation, before she guided him to her entrance, feeling him groan against the skin of her shoulder. She groaned too as he slowly slid into the tight embrace of her sex. The slow friction of his thick shaft stretching and filling her intimate flesh was a pleasurable discomfort as protesting muscles, well used on the floor at the foot of the very bed she lay on, still attempted to resist his invasion. She watched him disappear inside her in their reflection, his dark hair contrasting next to hers as it lightly rested against the side of her head as he watched as well.

Her eyelids fluttered at the sensation of him filling her, drawing a fiery trail to her core, his thick shaft pulsing against the snug confines of her channel. She drew in a shuddering breath and then rocked her hips to once again start the undulating dance that would have him moving inside her to drive her to the heights of ecstasy.

If someone had told her that morning she’d been having sex with Ryan Wolfe for the second time before the day ended, she’d have had a hard time stopping herself from laughing, but that was this morning. Before, she’d nearly had her career ruined by a disgruntled ex-colleague, been abducted and had her life threatened on at least three different occasions.

She’d wanted to head home on her own, although she could barely control the tremors in her hands, but he’d stopped her, his large, solid frame interposing itself between her and the front seat of her department issue Hummer. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked a frown on his forehead. “Home.” She answered simply. “Not alone you’re not.” He responded causing her to take a challenging pose with her fists at her hips and with her eyebrow raised in an “Is that so?” manner. “You’ve been through a lot today, Calleigh. Let me take you home. We’ll stop at a market on the way and I’ll cook you dinner, have a couple of drinks and mellow out. You shouldn’t be alone after the day you’ve had.” He suggested firmly.

“So you have my night all planned out for me, do you?” she enquired, letting the sarcasm drip from her lips. “Hey, everything but the not being alone bit is negotiable.” He conceded, but didn’t budge an inch. There was a very determined set to his jaw and body and she couldn’t see any way to convince him to leave her be. ”Fine.” she conceded. “But, you’re taking me home to change and then out to dinner, drinks and… and dancing.” She stipulated, figuring she might as well get some enjoyment out of his stubborn insistence. “Whatever you want.” He confirmed and held his hand out for her keys. She gave him a hard look and then dropped them into his palm. Ryan literally ran to the passenger door side to open it for her and gave her a hand up. He drove her home and she was grateful he didn’t even try to make small talk or probe her about her experience. She looked out the window as Miami sped passed, keeping her mind as blank as she could, while concentrating on keeping her hands from trembling.

She ushered him into her apartment and told him to make himself at home as she went through to her bedroom. Calleigh took the dress she intended to wear from her closet and laid it on the bed and started to strip. But, instead of changing, she went into the bathroom and started the shower. She turned up the heat, a little higher than she usually would, slipped out of her underwear and stepped under the spray. She lifted her face and let the hot water run over her face before she wiping it clear and slicked back her hair as she leaned forward and let the hot needles of water pound against her shoulders and sheet down her body. She rolled her shoulders, trying to ease the tension she could feel in them as the water caressed her skin. She closed her eyes, because they felt hot and itchy and she wondered if she might have gotten something into them.

She managed to rest her hands on the cool tiles and then her forehead before the tears came. The adrenaline had seeped out of her system and the shock of her ordeal finally, truly registered on her. She opened her eyes, the blurriness of her tears preferable to the flashing images of her abductors behind her eyelids. She started to tremble and had to lock her knees and put more weight on the support of the wall as they threatened to buckle. Sobs wracked her frame as she tried, without success to stem the tide of her tears as the shower continued to rain down on her and tendrils of steam filled the shower. She was about to surrender and fall to her knees where she wanted to curl up into a protective ball when a knock on her bathroom door startled her out of her near hysteria. “Calleigh… Cal… Are you okay?” Wolfe’s deep, concerned voice came through the wood in question.

She sniffed and blinked as she felt a calm come over her as she realized he was there, just a few feet away. She sniffed again and then dashed the last of her tears from her eye. “I’m… I’m Fine, Ryan. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She called out after checking that her voice sounded more or less normal. “You sure?” he asked and she could almost see him with his ear pressed anxiously against the door to hear her reply. A, wicked part of her wondered what he would is she said no. The door wasn’t locked. Would he come in, knowing that she would most probably be naked? Did she want him to? The last question surprised her a little. “I’m fine. I’ll be right out.” She re-iterated. “Had she seen the door handle start to turn?” she wondered as he told her he would be waiting for her in the living room. She showered quickly, finally feeling herself relax. He had been right to insist on her not being alone and she was glad she had stipulated a night out… after the day she’d had, she deserved to live it up a little, possibly even a lot.

Calleigh opened the top draw to her dresser and then closed it and then opened the one below it and took out one of her lacey, strapless bras and matching panties. After a moment she returned the bra. She rose and dried her hair quickly before unwrapping her towel and slipping on her chosen underwear and then the red, spaghetti-strap, summer dress she’d laid out. “I’ll be out in a minute.” She called through the door to reassure him she was still okay. She looked at herself in the freestanding full-length mirror near her bed. She didn’t look any different after her ordeal. In fact, she looked pretty damn good. She ran her hands up her smooth belly, feeling the soft fabric of her dress under her hands and against her skin. Her hands slid higher and brushed across her breasts, lightly stimulating her nipples, which started to stiffen, making little peaks in the smooth front of her dress.

She took a slow deep breath as she felt an awakening tingle start in her body. It wasn’t dinner or dancing she needed. They would be nice, but that wasn’t what she needed. She turned away from the mirror and looked at the door, imagining the man on the other side. “There was a little sexual tension there, the occasional bit of flirtation and he certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes.” She thought, the word “hard” conjuring up all kinds of speculation in her mind. She let her teeth worry slightly at her lower lips and then she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulder and with a shrug let it fall to pool around her feet, leaving her once again only in her panties. She stepped out of the dress and resolutely headed for the door.

“Are you… Ready… Ready to… go?” Wolfe asked, the volume of his voice dropping and his words faltering as his jaw dropped when he turned and saw her as she stepped through the door. “Calleigh?” he wondered in shock rising swiftly from the sofa, his wide eyes staring. “I don’t think I feel like going out anymore.” She informed him, making his eyes snap up to her face. She could clearly see his face heat with embarrassment. Her own eyes had found their way down his body and she was satisfied to see his reaction to her state of undress. He actually took a step back until the back of his foot came up against the bottom of the sofa as she drew closer. “But, there is something I’d like us to do.” She told him as she placed a hand on his chest and pushed. His eyes somehow managed to widen even further as he toppled back onto the sofa.

She followed him onto the sofa, straddling his thighs and pressed herself against his broad chest before crushing her lips to his. His body went rigid under hers and out of the corners of her eyes she saw his hands rise on either side of her shoulders, but he didn’t touch her or make any other attempt to stop her. His resistance continued for a few moments more and then his arms curled around her and one of his strong hands cupped the back of her head. His head tilted and he returned the kiss. She moaned as their tongues dueled and fenced and lips sucked and teeth nipped while she ground against him. Sparks shot into her chest, jumpstarting her nerves as her hard, sensitive nipples dragged along the cotton of his shirt when her breasts flattened against him.

She broke the kiss only when breathing became an issue, but kept her lips hovering over his as he licked them. “Are you sure about this, Calleigh? You have just been through a very traumatic experience.” Ryan asked quietly, his hand stilling on the curves of her lace-clad buttocks. She could feel his erection, hot and throbbing between them and see the desire and concern warring in his dark eyes. She smiled down at him. “Not entirely, but I do know that I don’t want to stop… That… That, tonight, after the day I’ve had, I need this… I want to feel… Feel alive. I know it’s selfish and complicated… That it most likely will be nothing more than tonight, but I want it. Can you be okay with that? Can you just be with me tonight?” She answered honestly; managing her desire enough to allow for the possibility that he might refuse.

“If it’s what you need.” He replied with sincerity, squeezing her ass for a moment before letting his hand slide up her back to once again twine into her hair and pull her down into another hungry kiss. She returned the kiss while her hands blindly worked at the buttons of his shirt. Her concentration wouldn’t quite focus on the task as she felt heavy surges of arousal roil through her centre and along her skin and his shirt paid the price as she simply tore it open, wanting to feel his skin against hers. She let out a little surprised cry when he suddenly scooped her up and stood. She wrapped her legs around him, feeling the bulge of his erect manhood press hotly, tightly against her lower belly, his trousers and her panties seemly insubstantial between them.

Ryan carried her toward her bedroom, but they only got as far as the doorframe leading to it. He had her pinned up against it as they kissed hungrily while she wormed her hands in between them to blindly work at his belt buckle. She managed to free his belt and then undid his trousers, pushing them off his hips until they could drop to the floor. His erection strained at the cotton of his boxers and against her hand as she explored it. He nibbled his way down from her lips, drawing back slightly to allow him access to her upper slopes of her breasts. His tongue danced and slithered along her skin as he explored the globes of her breasts before he found and latched onto the right nipple.

Calleigh groaned and her shoulder blades pressed into the doorframe as she pressed her self against his mouth and the wonderful sensation as he sucked and nipped at the turgid tube of her nipple. She wound her fingers into his hair and tugged lightly to draw his attention to her other nipple. He detoured slightly to run his extended tongue up the valley of her cleavage before accommodating her. His boxers soon followed suit, allowing her to get her hand on his long, thick, hard erection directly. He groaned against the skin of her shoulder as his hips bucked into the tight grip of her fist. He started to tug at the waistband of her panties, but the material stretched, but wouldn’t come free as they appeared to be pinned to or snagged on the doorframe.

She pulled her lips from his, sucking at his tongue for a moment before letting go and looked into his eyes. “Rip them off me.” She instructed, breathing hard, her voice sounding hungry and desperate with need, her chest rising to drag her taut nipples against his hard, smooth chest sending cascading sparks into her. She didn’t need to ask twice and the sound of the lace ripping as he yank sharply reverberated in her silent apartment. His strong hands cupped her ass and lifted her higher, allowing her to position him between her legs. They moaned simultaneously as she slid the pointed head of his dick through her slick, swollen lips in search of her entrance.

Her breath hitched, before she let it out in a slow soft sigh as he relaxed his grip and she sank onto him. Calleigh loved this part when her body and desire were just a little out of sync as her flesh resisted him when all she wanted was to feel him inside her. Her sex clenched and flexed in an attempt to hold back his invasion, but all its resistance did was add further stimulation to the fiery trail of delectable friction his rampant manhood drew to her core as he stretched and filled her.

His lips vibrated against the skin of her neck as he grunted and added a thrust of his hips to complete his penetration and drive their bodies firmly together. She clutched at his broad shoulders and her hips made slow circles of their own accord, grinding her against him as her sex flooded and adapted to the girth and length of his throbbing manhood. Jolts of electric delight sparked into her groin and up along her spine as her clit mashed against the base of his shaft as he started to rock his hips.

She moved with him, flexing her legs and using the brace of the doorframe to help him increase the range of his motion inside her. His voice was rough as he told her how wonderful she felt and she moaned her agreement, as the pleasure became a steady thrumming pulse measured to the sound of their flesh colliding and their panted breaths. The frenzy of their movements shifted her and suddenly gravity returned in full force. In reaction, she clutched at him with a surprised yelp and unbalanced them both. His pants were still around his ankles, which tripped up his attempt to hold them up and they went tumbling down.

All he could do was try to hold onto her, twist and grasp at the edge of the doorframe with one hand to slow them and take the impact. She felt the air go out of him and his hard shaft drove hard and jarring into her and a cry of pleasure mixed with pain joined his pained grunt. He shook his head and blinked rapidly to dispel the shock of the fall and impact before he started to laugh. He shook inside her and against her and before she knew what was happening she too was laughing. It bubbled out of her like a fountain and she felt a weight deep inside her lift and leave with the sound.

“You okay?” she asked, getting control of her mirth as he took a shuddering breath that vibrated his pulsing shaft inside her to do the same. “I’ll live.” he replied after a moment. “And you?” he wondered, sweeping her hair out of her face and his thumb sweeping away a tear that had formed at the corner of her eye. “I can’t really complain.” She moaned as his hands slid from her hair and started to caress their way down her back and she started to slowly rock her hips to stir her molten, twitching core with his pulsing manhood.

Calleigh lowered her lips to his and they shared a long, leisurely kiss while his large, strong hands cupped and fondled her ass as they slowly undulated together. The deep, hungry and frenzied need re-established itself by degrees as she started to ride him. They started to move faster, his hips rising to meet her as she crashed down on him. Each collision was accompanied by a wet slap of flesh on flesh that mingled with a grunt from him and a soft cry from her. Every filling journey of his long, thick manhood to the core of her femininity sent a fiery whirlwind of delight rampaging through her system to set her nerves on fire and make her blood sing in her ears. Pleasure coiled in her loins, tightening and fueling her growing climax.

Her breathing became more ragged as did her movements as she started to quiver with the effort of holding back the rising energy and pulsing tension. His hands, at her waist, were a welcome guide as her muscles misfired under the zipping, electric arches of pleasure that rampaged across her nerves. She threw her head back, flicking her hair away from her face, her hands flexed, her fingers spayed over his hard abdomen to help her pull herself up along his throbbing length.

“Let… Let it go. Let… Let it happen, Cal… Leigh!” he panted from between gritted teeth and she blinked down at him, seeing the strain on his face and feeling the tension in his body as he bucked up against her. She closed her eyes for a moment, luxuriating in the virile, pulsing life of his thick, filling shaft inside her and his caressing hands at her hips. His hands tightened, pulling her down as he ground up and the heavy, bright spark of delight that flared as he stimulated her clit ignited the waiting powder keg of her orgasm.

Her climax ripped through her as if she’d stuck her finger into a life wall socket. Her body went tense, vibrating as her muscles locked with the powerful surge of delight that rocketed through her. The sensation rippled up along her spine and bubbled out of her mouth as a sharp, stuttered scream of joy. Her sex squeezed and twisted against his hard, unyielding manhood, transferring its throb to her to drive each wave of her climax. She couldn’t catch her breath and it didn’t matter as pleasure and her blood sang in her ears. Her nerves thrummed with the delicious, warm energy that coursed through them.

Her world went blurry and indistinct when the heat and sensation reignited as his hips bucked and with a hoarse cry he expanded against her, joining his essence with hers in heavy, pulsing spurts. Their orgasms mingled and intertwined, their bodies shuddering against each other. His fingers bit into her skin, but she only felt them as if from a long distance away. The intensity of her climax made it skip lithely between pleasure and pain as her muscles tensed and relaxed in quick tingling succession. Her skin was on fire and sweat beaded on it and trickled down in caressing little rivulets. Her heart beat a wild, racing tattoo against her ribs trying to keep up with the pulsating bliss that flowed through every fiber of her being.

Time was meaningless, so she didn’t know how long it was before the real world started to return. She panted as she struggled to catch her breath and the wildfire energy of her orgasm started to fade. Power and invigoration momentarily gave way to satiated weakness and she couldn’t stop herself from collapsing onto his chest. The shift of his shaft inside her as she moved made her twitch and they both moaned. She swallowed heavily and pressed her lips against the side of his throat, tasting salt as he wrapped his arm warmly around her the small of her back. His other hands slowly stroked through her hair.

“That was good.” He commented and she titled her head to look at his face. “It was, but this is good too.” She noted as she snuggled against his brought chest. “Yes, it is.” He agreed. “Think we could make tit to the bed and have it be comfortable as well?” she wondered and his chest vibrated under her ear as he chuckled. It took her a moment to get her muscles under her command and then they both groaned loudly as she managed to crawl off him, pulling him free of her.

Her recap had flashed across her eyelids in moments, but she opened them with a gasp as his strokes got longer and harder. “I’m… I’m glad you insisted on accompanying me home.“ She admitted as her body undulated harder to match his. “I’m really glad you decided we needed to stay in.” he responded and her chuckle became a heavy pleasurable moan as he circled his hips and stirred her molten, swirling core with his rampant shaft. The calm and satiation she’d felt shifted to the background as frenzied need once again flared. His hand moved from the firm fondling of her breast and tweaking of her nipple to slide down her belly and stimulate the exposed pearl of her clit. The sweet tension of her building climax returned in heavy, pulsing surges. She twined her leg with his to give her some, slight form of leverage as she tried to push down onto him as he thrust forward.

Calleigh heard him groan her name as she succeeded and he drove into her just that little bit harder, just that little bit deeper. She opened her mouth to suck in a heavy breath and call his name too and her lower lip tingled from where it had been trapped under her teeth. They continued to move in eager unison, dedicated to driving each other once again to completion.

THE END