dietcokecans

dietcokecans @ 2006-02-12T20:16:00

2006-02-13T01:16:57Z

Title: Reassurance
Author: dietcokecans
Pairing: Eric/Calleigh
Rating: Smut, duh. Otherwise known as FRAO.
Summary: If I have to explain the content of InstaPorn then you probably shouldn't be reading in the first place.
Author's Notes: This is being written on the spur of the moment. It will be minimally edited, if at all. Expect mistakes and don't say I didn't warn you.
New Author's Notes: I started this back in October so I guess it doesn't count as InstaPorn anymore. Pity. However, I'm busy as hell writing papers and reading books for all my classes so therefore it will still be minimally edited. So don't cry when you find a misplaced comma or an awkward sentence, alright?

Eric pulled into Calleigh's driveway, shutting off his headlights to avoid disturbing the neighbors.

"Thanks for the ride home, I really appreciate it," Calleigh said, slipping her fingers around the straps of her purse. Her jeep was in the shop and Eric had graciously offered to drive her home.

"Hey, no problem, it's what friends are for," he replied, giving his patented self-deprecating grin.

She smiled back at him. "Do you want to come inside for a few? Have some iced tea, maybe?

Eric tried not to seem eager as he nodded in agreement and got out of the car. He followed her up the steps and inside the house, glancing around casually as she flipped on a light. The interior design was simple, yet classy and very put together, much like Calleigh herself.

She continued through the living room to the kitchen, setting her purse by the coffee pot before gesturing for him to sit at the table. He complied, watching as she pulled two glasses from the cupboard and filled them with ice before pouring the tea into them. She set the glasses on the table and smiled at him as she settled into her chair.

"Long day, wasn't it?" she asked.

He took a sip of his drink and nodded. "Some days seem endless," he replied.

She looked pensive for a moment and then spoke again, slowly. "Sometimes it feels as though we do this job day in and day out and nothing changes. We spend all our time trying to get criminals off the streets and justice for victims and yet there are always new criminals and new victims. Why am I wasting my life?"

Eric's eyes met hers in surprise. "Calleigh, you're not wasting your life."

"Am I? I'm thirty-one years old, Eric, and I have no prospects."

Eric was taken aback for a moment. Calleigh was the last woman on earth he would have suspected of worrying about being an old maid. Then again he supposed it wasn't that surprising, everyone had such thoughts every once in a while, himself included.

"Calleigh, trust me, you're not lacking in admirers."

She chuckled slightly and then looked embarrassed, "I'm sorry, my mouth got away from me, how's your tea?"

They continued making small talk until both their glasses were empty. The conversation lulled so Calleigh stood to take their glasses to the sink. On a whim, as she leaned next to him to pick up his cup, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her near. He had expected her to fall into full Calleigh-mode and pull away, to distance herself from him physically and thus, emotionally, but as he looked up at her, her face was soft. Emboldened by this minute sign of acceptance he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Calleigh leaning down and placing her lips on his.

Neither of them moved for a moment, each taking the time to simply feel the nearness of the other. Moments later Calleigh sighed and Eric pulled her to his lap but still they stayed in a relatively platonic embrace, warm lips pressed to warm lips, their breathing slow and even and rhythmic.

It was Calleigh who made the first move; she parted her lips and the tip of her tongue brushed tentatively over Eric's bottom lip. Not one to let the possibility of the culmination of several years of sexual tension pass him by, Eric granted her entrance, letting her taste his mouth and tasting hers in turn.

They stayed like that for a long while, each of them taking turns pushing the envelope towards...something. Neither was sure where this would lead but neither of them wanted to stop to ask until finally, Eric pulled away.

"Calleigh--"

She put a finger over his lips and smiled at him before running her hands down to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Any thoughts he may have had of stopping promptly flew out the window as he returned the favor and let his fingertips drift over Calleigh's neck before teasing open her own shirt buttons.

Within moments they both were shirtless and Eric had just eagerly pushed Calleigh's bra straps off her shoulders when she stood up. He was alarmed for a moment until she reached her hand for him, prompting him to stand as well. Lacing her fingers in his she led him down the hallway into her bedroom. Her inner sanctuary. Eric marvelled for a moment that she was allowing him into this most private of spaces and tried not to view it as an automatic green light out of the fear that he would jinx himself.

She pulled him down to the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her mouth back to his. There was an aura of palpable heat around them as they each sucked and nibbled on the other's lips. They settled together, Calleigh's legs eventually creeping up the back of his own, into a position that managed to nestle his hips against her own quite nicely.

He could feel her through the flimsy material of her slacks and had to concentrate to keep from outright humping her. Unfortunately she was making it difficult with the little sighs that were escaping her mouth to land on the corner of his lips, his cheek, his chin and finally his throat. He felt her teeth on his earlobe and that was it, his concentration broke and he ground his hips against hers, which, to his surprise, elicted a moan from her throat.

With some of the awkward, questioning tension now broken, Eric felt free to bring his hands to her breasts, gently squeezing them before flicking his thumbs over her nipples. He lowered his head, touching his tongue to first one, then the other. Her back arched in silent approval of his actions and, encouraged, he continued his motions. After several moments of licking and nibbling, he felt her hands in his hair and heard her half-whisper his name. He looked up at her and saw her lips parted and her cheeks flushed and felt a wave of something...something he wasn't sure he could even descibe, wash over him. This feeling seemed to encompass and surpass mere desire and came so close to crippling him that all he could do was reach a hand up to caress one of those flushed cheeks. She turned her face into his palm and laid a kiss there, then ran her tongue up to a fingertip, which she took into her mouth and sucked. He felt his cock jump and he groaned.

She released his finger and ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, pushing him away slightly. She quickly extracted herself out from underneath him and made him lay back. She then went to work, running her hand lightly over him as she reached for the button to his pants. She popped it free and tugged the zipper down before hooking her hands at the waist and pulling them to his knees. She abandoned the pants to focus on his shoes, carefully slipping them off and setting them on the floor. When she had that taken care of, the pants soon followed, carefully folded and set atop the shoes. Eric chuckled.

"What?" she asked, smiling.

"Leave it to you to undress me neatly."

She rolled her eyes as she took her own slacks off. "You don't want your clothes wrinkled, do you?"

He laughed again and merely reached his hand out to her and pulled her back to the bed. She followed easily and sighed as he ran his hands over her soft skin. As he placed kisses down her breasts to her stomach and finally between her legs, he let himself revel that he finally had Calleigh, all of Calleigh, not just her friendship but her...well, if not her love then certainly something that was masquerading quite well as such. After years of seemingly unrequited emotions, Eric was quite content to take what little she might finally give, no matter how fleeting it would be. He realized, too, that this put him at the disadvantage, that if Calleigh ever realized, herself, how tied up she had him she could easily trample him beneath her size seven heel. But he didn't care. He had the sneaky suspicion that if making her the happiest woman on earth should ever require him jumping off a cliff, then he would do so gladly. Nothing mattered so much to him as wanting to take that sad light out of her eyes, the light she tried so hard to hide behind her serious professionalism and her quirky flirting, and replace it with happiness.

He continued lapping at her, light, quick strokes of his tongue over her clit, tasting the wetness that drenched her flesh. She made low moaning noises deep in her throat and he began playing, seeing what kind of licks drew the moans out the longest. Finally she gasped and pushed him away, panting hard.

"Stop," she said, her chest heaving.

"Why?" he asked, concern making his stomach drop.

"'Cause I need you inside me."

This time it was his turn to groan and he wasted no time sliding back up her body, cradling her cheeks between his hands and placing a long, deep kiss on her lips. She parted her legs under him and he felt her hand seek him out, sliding firmly around him and guiding him to her opening. Slowly he pushed inside her and felt a shiver run up his spine. She squirmed slightly, her lips pursed into a small grimace.

"You ok?" he asked.

"It's...been a while. Sorry," she said as he watched a blush rise in her cheeks. She looked away from him.

"Don't be sorry. We'll take it slow, ok?" He dropped a kiss just under her jaw, feeling her pulse against his lips. He nibbled his way to her earlobe, taking the soft flesh between his teeth and worrying it. She giggled.

"That tickles," she breathed.

He did it again. She giggled again, softly, and sighed. He felt the tension she'd been holding onto flow from her body as she relaxed. Gently, he pulled himself partway out of her and slid back in. This time her eyes closed and her breath shuddered. He smiled down at her and thrust again, keeping it slow, until he felt her respond against him. Her hips began to push back against his own, her hand, which was thrown up above her head, clenched the pillow, and her back arched. He thrust harder, eliciting small groans from her parted lips. She moved her arms to run her hands over his back, raising goosebumps along his flesh as her nails raked against him.

He continued thrusting, leaning down every so often to kiss her and to whisper in her ear. Then he'd hold himself up and look down on her as he pounded into her, watching as her breasts bounced, her gasps filling his ears. Finally she reached up to him.

"Eric," she moaned, a note of desperation in her voice. "Eric!"

He slid his arms under her, letting his torso rest against hers. She clasped her own arms around his back and he felt her start bucking beneath him. He gritted his teeth and tried to maintain a steady rhythm as she fell apart around him. Shuddering cries wracked her body and he could feel her muscles clench around him so tightly that he almost came. It took all of his strength, but he held off, wanting her to ride out her pleasure to the fullest extent. Finally her body relaxed and she lay there, limp. He stopped thrusting and waited for her to open her eyes again. When she finally looked up at him she let out a shaky laugh.

"God, Eric."

"I like to hear that."

She laughed again and he hissed, feeling how her laugh affected the muscles that were still clenched around him. She rolled her hips against him.

"Mmmm, you gonna do anything about that?" she asked, but before he could answer, she pushed him over onto his back. Grinning down at him, she threw a leg over his waist and slid herself onto him. He watched, fascinated, as she leaned back, balancing herself by placing her hands behind her on his thighs, and started bouncing on him. The effect was that she felt tighter around him than she already was and Eric thought he was going to die from the pure pleasure it shot through him. Heedless of his moans, she continued at a quick and steady pace and his hands soon made their way from her hips to her breasts, feeling their weight as they bounced.

Moments later she pushed herself forward, raising to her knees and sliding up and down on his cock. Her breasts now grazed his chest and he watched them, fascinated. Feeling her slickness around him and the tickling across his chest pushed him forward. He brought his hands back to her hips and tried to make her ride him harder, an action she quickly complied with. His breath came in gasps and she looked down at him through clear eyes and urged him on. Finally he let go of his control and he came hard, pulsing inside her as she ground down against him. Distantly he heard her own cries and felt her as she came again. Moments later she flopped on him, knocking his breath from him.

They stayed that way for several minutes, both of them waiting for their breathing to slow before they trusted themselves to speak. Eric was the first to open his mouth.

"Calleigh--"

"Eric, let's not try to analyze it, ok?"

He shut his mouth and nodded. He knew her, it didn't surprise him that she wanted to brush aside the experience they had just shared. He knew it was merely her way of keeping the tenuous control she had over her life. He didn't fault her for it, but he did have to ask.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"No," she said, her voice sounding sleepy.

She didn't say anything more and Eric thought she'd fallen asleep. Finally, "Eric?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

dietcokecans @ 2005-05-19T16:32:00

2005-05-19T20:44:40Z

Title: Of Ducks and Dinner
Author: dietcokecans aka meowmix1066
Rating: FRC
Pairing: Flack/Aiden
Content Warning: N/A
A/N: Answer in response to a challenge presented in the F/A shipper thread on Talk CSI.

“Happy Birthday, Aiden.”

“What? It’s not my birthday.” Aiden had been sitting in the break room, flipping through an anthropology journal when Flack had walked in the door. Now she stared at him, wondering just why he was giving her birthday greetings when her birthday wasn’t for another six months. And he knew it, too. She knew he knew it because six months ago he had given her the subscription to the journal she now held in front of her. What was his deal?

“Then I guess you don’t want this.” He brought his hand from behind his back and plopped a misshapen and clumsily wrapped gift on the table. She furrowed her brow and started to reach for it, but Flack snatched it away.

“Nuh-uh, it’s not your birthday.” His eyes gleamed with amusement. She noticed and decided to play along.

“Aw, c’mon Flack, you went through all the trouble to get it and wrap it, you may as well give it to me, right?”

“Well…”

“Please?”

“If you insist.”

“Of course I insist.” She reached her hands out again and Flack laughed as he handed over the package. She felt it for a moment, her eyes squinting as she tried to guess what it was. Finally she pulled off the tape and ripped into the wrapping paper.

“A rubber duck? A pink rubber duck?” she asked.

“Yeah, you like it?”

She chuckled and pulled the duck out of its nest of wrapping paper. A piece of string around its collar caught her eye.

“Flack, don’t you know you’re not supposed to leave the price tag on, it’s—oh.”

As she turned the duck over in her hand she realized that it was not a price tag attached to the string, but a plain gold ring with a diamond set in it. She looked back up at him, her eyes wide and her mouth parted in shock.

“Flack? Is this…?”

He looked at her, his face suddenly a perfect picture of seriousness. He gently took the duck from her and slipped the ring off the string. He held it out to her, his eyes questioning.

“Aiden? Will you—?“ His voice choked and he cleared his throat to cover his emotion. She reached out her hand, nodding, and he quickly slid the ring onto her finger. They sat for a moment, neither saying a word but both staring at her hand.

“Surprised?” Flack asked.

She looked up at him and laughed. “Let’s just say I never expected to be asked at work.”

“Well, I figured if I took you out to a classy restaurant you might know what was up.”

She laughed. “What was with the rubber duck, then?”

Flack shrugged. “I dunno, I saw it and it made me think of you.”

“A pink rubber duck made you think of me?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

“A lot of things make me think of you,” he answered and leaned over to kiss her. “I’ll take you for that classy dinner tonight to celebrate, deal?”

She kissed him back. “Deal.”

dietcokecans @ 2005-05-01T19:41:00

2005-05-01T23:47:12Z

Title: Stolen Moment
Author: dietcokecans
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Flack/Aiden
Content Warning: None

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

Aiden stopped short in the middle of the crime lab hallway and looked at the man walking next to her.

“What the hell, Flack? You think I’m some high school cheerleader or something?” She laughed and started walking again.

“I’ll take that as a no, then,” he answered as he caught back up with her, his footsteps falling into rhythm with her own.

“Of course it’s a no. And what kind of a question is that?”

Flack smirked and then shrugged as they turned the corner into a lesser frequented portion of the building. He stopped then, and she continued for three steps before realizing he wasn’t next to her. She turned, a confused look on her face.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“So, you’re saying that if you all of a sudden came across the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen, you wouldn’t feel a thing for him?”

“I might feel something for him, but I wouldn’t necessarily call it love,” she said, smiling. He stepped closer to her, his eyes darkening to a shade of blue that reminded her of storm clouds just before they drench the ground with rain.

“Is that so?” he asked, letting his hands slip under her jacket to span her waist. She tried to back away playfully but only succeeded in letting him trap her against the wall. She looked up at him, her own eyes flashing insolence and amusement.

“That first day I met you, what? You thought I liked you for your personality?”

Flack looked heavenward as he let out a gusty sigh. “Oh! You wound me!” He chuckled and then paused, looking solemn. “You know, there’s more to me than just my body,” he said.

“And what would that be, your hair?” As she spoke she let her hands reach up to muss his black locks. He jerked his head away, his eyes widening slightly. Aiden giggled.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he said.

“Promise?”

“Of course.”

“Good. But later, we’ve got work to do.”

He released her and she straightened her jacket before turning to continue down the hallway. She immediately resumed her chatter about the case and he smiled to himself. She may not believe in love at first sight but he had known the moment he first laid eyes on her that she was the woman for him.

Originally posted in meowmix1066 on May 1, 2005 - 4:31am

dietcokecans @ 2005-05-01T19:39:00

2005-05-01T23:45:46Z

Title: Share Some Skin
Author: dietcokecans
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Danny/Maka
Content Warning: Porn, porn, porn. Don't read if you don't like sex or if your country's laws say you are too young to know what sex is.
A/N: Many thanks, as usual, to sombras_azules for being my sounding board for this fic.

Danny sat across from Kaile Maka, watching as she sipped at her margarita. First, she’d delicately lick a dab of salt from the rim of the glass with the tip of her tongue. She’d then lower the glass, letting her eyes look to the ceiling, as though admonishing the lack of class that came with drinking a margarita through a straw, even as she did so. All the while Danny spoke and she listened. Unfortunately he had no idea what it was he was babbling about, so concerned was he with the placement of her lips.

“Danny?” She was looking at him with an eyebrow raised and he realized he had trailed off in the middle of a sentence. He chuckled and gestured with his own glass, as though to admit he was reaching his limit. She smiled back at him. “You want to get out of here?” she asked.

He suddenly wished he hadn’t been drinking. His head felt foggy and, if he were able to trust his alcohol-saturated instincts, he’d swear he heard the sound of promise in her tone.

He nodded and stood, maybe a little too quickly, because the room shifted. He reached out to the back of the chair he had just vacated, steadying himself. He had the sudden thought that he might be embarrassing himself, but when he gave a quick glance to check Kaile’s reaction, all he saw was the amused crook of her lips.

“Come on,” she said and, after leaving a few bills on the bar, led him outside.

Standing on the curb, she hailed a cab and then climbed inside, beckoning him after her. He sat back, grateful to be still for a moment. She didn’t say anything but, as the cab pulled into the nighttime traffic, he felt a hand settle on his thigh. He slid a glance at her and saw amusement in her eyes. He decided to let her keep her hand where it was.

The ride to her apartment was enough time for his head to clear slightly, and, as he stepped out of the cab onto the curb, he was only feeling the effects of a pleasant buzz.

He grinned as he held his hand out to help her. “Can I walk you upstairs?” he asked.

She smirked back. “You’d better.”

They walked through the lobby and stepped inside the elevator where they were then sandwiched between an old man with groceries and a teenage boy and his girlfriend. The old man pointedly ignored them and the teenagers were too busy kissing to realize there was an outside world. Danny and Kaile grinned at each other.

They finally stepped off at the tenth floor, neither one saying a word as they walked down the hallway. When they reached the door, she turned from him, her fingers slipping the key into the lock. Standing close enough to smell her, he breathed in, a mix of her shampoo and just…her, filling his nostrils. The door opened and they entered.

She closed the door behind him and then set down her purse. She turned to him, her mouth open, looking as though she were about to say something. The words died in her throat when he crossed the space between them and lowered his lips to hers.

This is what they had both been waiting for all evening. He knew it, she knew it, and neither of them was about to deny the other. The kiss was tentative, testing, and almost sweet for a moment, allowing them both to savor what was happening before it spiraled out of control.

After several seconds of feeling the softness of her lips brushing against his own, Danny opened his mouth, and ran his tongue over Kaile’s bottom lip. He heard her tiny intake of breath and decided to press his advantage, pushing further.

She let him kiss her, her mouth pliant beneath his own, until suddenly she seemed to almost fight back. Her kiss turned aggressive, and she brought her hands up to his face to keep him from moving. As she maneuvered her body against his, she pushed at him, forcing his back against the wall.

His blood was on fire, and every nerve in his body was thrumming as he felt her lithe body pressing against him. Not one to miss an opportunity, he let his hands slide down her back to cup her buttocks, pulling her closer. A second later he bent his knees and hoisted her up. She gave a husky laugh and wrapped her legs around his waist, the juncture of her thighs achingly close to where he wanted her to be. She continued smiling down at him, running her hands through his hair and bending her head to nip at his neck as he started walking, stumbling every so often as her weight and the alcohol he had consumed played with his balance.

Finally he made it to her bedroom, where he let her fall to the mattress. It wasn’t a graceful fall, and she bounced slightly before dropping backwards, her arms and legs spread-eagled for a mere moment. She sat up quickly and scrambled to stand on her knees, looking up at him as he still stood beside the bed.

“Are you planning on just standing there all night?” she asked.

He smiled down at her. “No—no, I’m not.” He reached out to her and pulled her to her feet, so that her breasts were at eye level. Deftly, he flicked the buttons of her blouse open, and shoved the soft fabric aside. It fell in a heap on the corner of the bed. Reaching around, he unhooked her bra and in seconds it joined the blouse. He paused for a moment, then brought his hands up to cup her breasts, letting his thumb run over the dark skin of the areola, watching as the smooth skin puckered and her nipple hardened.

She continued to look down at him as he played with her breasts, each sensation tickling over her flesh to land between her legs. He worked his hands over her and she squirmed slightly, a protest rising in her throat. The man had talented hands, for sure, but she wanted more.

It almost seemed like a dream, then, when he finally brought his lips to one sensitive nipple. He laved it with his tongue, stabbing at it and nipping, until he pulled back and blew a soft breath over it. The chill shot down her spine, and her knees, which had been threatening to collapse, betrayed her.

He caught her as she sank to the bed but she quickly turned the tables on him, pulling him down to her with a soft grunt. They locked lips again in a brutal kiss, teeth clicking and tongues thrashing. She reached her hands down and pulled at his shirt, yanking it from his pants. Scrunching it up, she slipped her hands beneath the fabric and let her fingertips trail up his stomach to smooth over his chest. She scratched lightly, letting her nails rake through the smattering of hair she found there.

He groaned, feeling like a man who had just found water in the desert. He struggled to prop himself up, wanting, no, needing to peel those slacks from her legs in order to feel her soft skin beneath him, but she wouldn’t let him up. Seconds later he found himself on his back, looking up at her. He grinned.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked playfully.

She settled herself over his thighs and began to unbutton his shirt. “I’m thinking about fucking you.”

Her statement, blunt and simple, rocked him to the core and sucked the breath from his lungs. Of all the things he’d been expecting her to say, he didn’t think she’d say that. It was totally unexpected and hot as hell.

Within moments she removed his shirt and set to work on his pants, her fingers brushing ever-so-close as she opened his belt buckle, flicked the button through the hole, and unzipped his fly. She reached up and dug her fingers into the waistband, dragging his pants, along with his boxers, to his ankles. His hips jerked in reflex. She glanced up at him briefly, a husky laugh escaping her throat before she turned back to the task at hand. She took off his shoes and let them fall to the floor, where his pants soon followed. He was naked and she was still much too clothed for his liking. He groaned. God, was this frustrating or what?

She leaned back over him, her lips hovering above his. “Danny, Danny, Danny, what do you want me to do to you?” she asked. Her voice was low but hard as steel.

He couldn’t speak. The connection between his brain and his voice must have failed because, although there were plenty of things that he could think of to tell her, he couldn’t articulate a single one. But luck was on his side, it seemed. Instead of waiting for him to answer, Kaile gently nudged his thighs apart, settled between them and lowered her mouth.

He thrust again as he felt her close over him, but she reached a hand up to lie firmly against his hip, holding him still. Her other hand slid up his thigh and moved to grip the length of his cock, gently stroking as her tongue fluttered against the tip in teasing licks. She pulled back slightly and blew against the wet flesh.

“Turnabout’s fair play, isn’t it, Danny?”

He tried to answer but only succeeded in giving forth an incoherent mumble. She had the feeling he was cursing her but it wasn’t as if she cared, after all, she wasn’t about to stop. Instead, she dipped her head back down and continued playing, taking him in deeper and moving in a steady rhythm.

Moments went by and she could feel he was close. His body twitched, his hands grasped at the bed sheets and his breaths were beginning to come in gasps. She pulled away again, squeezing her thumb and forefinger at the base of his cock, giving him a moment to come down and reorient himself. He looked at her, his eyes dazed.

She stood up and removed the last of her own clothing. Rejoining him in the bed, she slithered up his body and straddled him again, this time across his belly. He still had a slightly stunned look on his face but came out of it quickly enough as she plucked at his nipples.

He could feel the heat of her, right above his pubic bone, and it was driving him absolutely, fucking insane. And it wasn’t helping that her hands wouldn’t leave his chest alone, she kept flicking his nipples and tugging at his hair and lightly scratching over his pecs while looking down at him. What little moonlight came through the window turned her eyes into sharp pieces of obsidian and her mouth was turned up into a little smile of satisfaction, the smile of a woman who knows the man beneath her is completely in her control. He groaned again and bucked his hips.

She scooted back, letting her pubis slide over his cock without letting him penetrate. She leaned down to his ear and nipped quickly before whispering.

“Tell me, Danny.”

He arched his hips and slid his hands up her thighs to grab her buttocks. Kneading roughly, he pulled at her, trying to get her to let him inside. She resisted.

“Tell me, Danny. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

He took a breath and tried to gear himself to match her in this game she was playing. She took that moment to rock her hips, her wet heat sliding across him. Any thought he had of getting even with her was successfully wiped from his brain. She grabbed his chin and bent back down to kiss him, hard.

“I won’t do it unless you tell me. You do want me to do it, don’t you?” She rocked her hips again.

“Christ, woman!” he exploded. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep from coming through sheer willpower, but she was making it fucking difficult with the way she kept moving. He dug his fingers into her hips, knowing it would leave marks, but not caring in his attempt to keep her still. She finally subsided and looked down at him, wearing her smirk again.

“Jesus Christ, you’re trying to kill me,” he said weakly.

“Nah, I’m just having a little fun.”

He chuckled. “Only a woman would call delayed orgasm ‘fun,’” he said. As he spoke, he let his hands trace from the curve of her hips to her stomach and finally to her breasts. He covered them with his palms and squeezed hard. In the back of his mind he wondered if that too would leave marks, and he realized that he liked the thought of seeing her at work the next day, knowing that underneath her clothes was the aftermath of their night together. He squeezed again and she grabbed at his wrists, pulling them away and pinning them above his head.

“That’s enough,” she said huskily. “Are you going to say it or not?”

“And if I don’t?”

“Oh, I think you will.” She ground against him again, letting her thighs squeeze his hips. She could feel him pulsing beneath her and had the fleeting wish that he would just hurry up and say it so she could finally feel him inside her.

They looked at each other, neither one moving. The air was thick with their body heat, the silence broken only by their breathing. She was determined, suddenly, that he would crack first. He would. She rose to her knees slightly, reaching a hand down as though to guide him into her, but she didn’t. Instead, she flicked her thumb over the tip of him, letting her small fist squeeze him.

“Kaile…”

“Hmm?” she asked, giving him a lazy smile.

“Kaile…”

“Tell me what you need.”

“Kaile, dammit, please!”

His voice sounded desperate, a tone she’d never heard him use before. For a split second she considered dragging the tension further, but realized she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, herself. Instead, she slipped down over him suddenly, causing the look on his face to change from tortured to shocked as a shiver wracked his body. She felt her own sliver of excitement wriggle up her spine and she slumped over him, one hand on each side of his ribs. She could feel drops of sweat drip from her and fall on him, but she didn’t care and she was sure he didn’t either.

After a moment she was able to catch her breath a bit, and straightened. Placing her hands just above his hipbones, she steadied herself and started moving, short thrusts of her hips. She felt his hands then, dragging up her thighs to rest on her own hips, forcing her to thrust harder, faster, deeper. She looked down at him and found him staring up at her, his gaze serious, intent.

She slid her arms under his shoulders, lying across him so she could touch her lips back to his. His arms moved up her back, his fingers landing to tangle in her hair as he pulled her closer. His tongue slid into her mouth and he took control of the kiss, using his hands to guide her mouth over his. He tilted her chin, letting his teeth nip at the flesh of her jaw before straying to the sensitive spot behind her ear. She shivered again, the sensation shooting straight down between her legs, her muscles clenching.

She finally broke contact, her body on the verge of climax. She leaned back, letting her hands reach to rest behind her, on his thighs. Leaning at such an angle, she could feel him more tightly inside of her and continued her rhythm, throwing caution to the wind and moving for her own pleasure. Moments later she felt her muscles spasm as she bucked hard against him. She was vaguely aware of his own gasps as he came, his hips working to reach as far into her as possible.

She lay across him again, their breathing slowing and their sweat cooling. She could feel him drawing lazy circles across her back, raising goosebumps along her flesh and making her shiver. After a few moments, she slid off him and pulled the covers over them, letting him enfold her in his arms when she lay back down.

“What time do you need to be up in the morning?” she asked.

“Probably five? I need a shower and change.”

She reached her arm out and set her clock. When she finished she snuggled under the covers, her back pressed against his front.

“Kaile—“

“Don’t.”

But—“

Danny, we’ll talk about it later, ok? Just go to sleep.”

He shut his mouth and she could practically hear him lick his lips. However, he didn’t say anything more and within minutes she fell asleep, lulled by his breath against her neck.

Originally posted in meowmix1066 on April 10, 2005 - 10:55pm

dietcokecans @ 2005-05-01T19:38:00

2005-05-01T23:43:44Z

Title: Watch The Sunrise
Author: dietcokecans
Pairing: Flack/Aiden. Mac/Aiden implied.
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack and Aiden go on a date. Mac/Aiden implied.
A/N: Follows Our Road Is Long.

Many thanks to sombras_azules for keeping me (relatively) sane as I wrote this and for looking over it. She rocks!

“Hey! Burn!”

Aiden stopped at the sound of Don Flack calling her name. It was Friday evening and all she wanted to do was go home, soak in the tub, and then fall asleep in front of her TV. Instead, she turned around, a smile on her face.

“Hey! Flack!” she called back, chuckling a little. He jogged up to her and she looked up at him, waiting expectantly.

“You got plans for tomorrow night?” he asked.

“Tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, I’m off and I figured, if you weren’t doing anything, we could go out.”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. This was actually rather amusing.

He gave a slight smirk. “If you’re busy, that’s ok, I got a list of girls I could ask.”

She rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh. “If you want me to say yes, telling me you got a list of girls is not the way to go about it.”

“Oh, sorry. So, you up for it?”

She thought for a second, a grin spreading across her face. “Yeah, sure,” she said.

He almost seemed flustered for a moment but quickly recovered. “Great. I’ll pick you up at seven.” He hesitated and then turned, walking back down the hallway. Aiden watched after him, smiling when he glanced back and caught her eye. As he turned the corner, Aiden laughed again and continued her way to the exit.

ll

“Mac, what are you looking at?” Stella had been in the middle of speaking when she noticed that Mac’s gaze had landed beyond her and into the hallway. She craned her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever it was that had caught his attention, but all she saw was Flack and Aiden speaking together. When she sat straight again, she found him looking at her.

“Are you through?” he asked.

She raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything. They continued talking through their current case until finally, Stella’s eyes were blurring as she tried to read the file.

“Mac, it’s late, I gotta go home.”

He nodded, gathering together the papers that were in front of him and handing them to her. She took them and stuffed them in the folder.

“Did you wanna stop by my place?” she asked. “Maybe have a drink?”

He shook his head. “No, I think I’m just going to go home, it’s been a long day.”

“Aww, come on Mac, it’s a Friday night and you haven’t gone out in a while. Tell you what, we’ll grab a bite to eat, my treat.”

He looked up at her, the corner of his mouth crooking up. “How can I refuse?” he asked.

“Come on then, let’s grab our stuff and go. You up for Indian?”

“Indian? Isn’t that a bit spicy?”

“Oh come on Mac! Live a little! I promise, you’ll like it.”

“The living or the Indian?”

“Both.”

ll

The next evening, Aiden sat across from Flack at the tiny Italian restaurant he had picked out. She couldn’t help but feel a little odd, for one, she was dressed…well, not nicer than she usually dressed for work, but definitely different. For two, they weren’t talking about dead bodies. Instead, they spoke of normal things, the kinds of things two friends talk about when they’re relaxing. It was…nice, actually.

She didn’t know why she felt so shocked about it. She and Flack had always gotten along so there was no reason why she should feel the little butterflies in her stomach the way she did. This was no different than if they’d gone out for food after a case. Except…it was. His asking had not been spur of the moment, nor had she treated the situation as anything less than a full on date as she had gotten ready. And now…now he was checking the bill the waiter had just left and pulling his wallet from his back pocket. Aiden swallowed the nervous giggle that rose in her throat. She couldn’t deny it, it was a date.

When the check was paid and they finally stood, he held her jacket for her, his hands brushing her shoulders as he settled it into place. That shouldn’t have sent a shiver down her spine but it did. Inwardly she laughed at herself. No wonder she tended to avoid dating, she felt like a giggly schoolgirl. She reflected for a moment…no, that wasn’t entirely true, she avoided dating because her job wasn’t always conducive to a social life. The giggly schoolgirl part seemed to be a recent thing.

She didn’t have much time to consider her change in attitude towards dating though, because, at the moment she and Flack stepped outside, her cell phone rang. She looked at him apologetically and dug it out of her purse, flipping it open.

“Burn.”

“Aiden, are you busy?” Mac’s voice greeted her ear. He sounded urgent.

“Mac? What--?”

“I guess it doesn’t really matter, we’re shorthanded, I need your help.”

Aiden glanced up at Flack who had gone to lean against a post. He had a concerned look on his face. “Do you want me to meet you at the lab or the scene?” she asked into the phone.

“Scene. Ocean Parkway Apartments. Brooklyn.” With that Aiden heard the click as Mac hung up. She closed her own phone and slipped it back into her purse.

“Everything ok?” Flack asked as he walked back to her.

“God, Flack, I’m sorry, I’ve got to cut this short. Mac needs me.”

“Hey, no problem. Let me call you a cab.” Aiden watched as Flack stepped up to the curb and had the sudden notion that, had they not been interrupted, the evening would probably have ended very well, indeed. She felt her face heat slightly as she wondered just exactly how she had been expecting the “goodbye scene” to go. Perhaps she should be grateful that Mac had called when he did, at least now she and Flack would part ways in public, rather than in the hallway of her apartment building.

She had to wonder though, would parting in private necessarily have been a bad thing? She knew Flack well enough, at least, on a professional level, and she wasn’t stupid enough to deny that she had some desire to know him on a personal level as well. Why else would she have agreed to an outing that was very obviously a date? She pushed that question to the back of her mind. Maybe later, when she could finally fall into bed and let her mind drift, she’d think about the idea that perhaps she liked Flack, was attracted to him, even.

They said an almost awkward goodbye, neither of them feeling it was entirely appropriate to make the requisite first date moves on a crowded sidewalk with a cab driver watching, yet also feeling that something as mundane as a handshake was too stiff. Finally, they settled on a hug, Flack’s tall form enfolding her as she wrapped her arms around his back. When she settled herself into the cab, he shut the door for her and then tapped the roof, stepping backwards to watch as the car pulled away. She watched him too, from behind the tinted glass, and continued to watch as he turned, stuck his hands in his coat pockets and walked away.

ll

Aiden arrived on the scene to find that Mac, too, had just arrived. As she walked up to him, kit in hand, he furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“You look…nice,” he said, then turned to walk into the building. “I’m sorry if I pulled you away from something important, but from the sounds of it, this one’s going to take a while.”

She nodded and followed him to the elevator, which they rode to the fifth floor. When they stepped out she could already smell the metallic tang of blood that filled the air. When they entered the apartment in question, her eyes widened.

“Holy crap,” she said, under her breath. There was blood everywhere, much of it splattered on the walls and some of it pooled on the floor. She and Mac carefully stepped their way over to the victims, one, a young girl who looked to be in her early teens and the other, a middle aged man. Both looked to have been beaten before having their throats slit.

“Father and daughter,” Mac said. “I wonder where the mother is.”

Aiden looked up at him in surprise. “You don’t think a woman did this, do you?”

Mac paused before answering. “No,” he said slowly, “but we can’t rule her out.”

Just then a detective opened the door, causing the air in the room to shift. The scent of the blood almost overpowered Aiden. She gagged discreetly and, as the detective spoke with Mac, stepped into the next room. She glanced around, noting that there were obvious signs of a struggle. Crouching down next to the coffee table, the glass of which had been shattered, she saw that there had been two cups set on it; one had rolled underneath the couch and the other had come to rest next to the leg of an end table. After making a few more mental notes, she walked back in the foyer and found Mac leaning over one of the bodies with the ME, who had entered just after the detective.

“You ok?” Mac asked her.

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m going to go check the back rooms before we start on the living room.”

“Good, take the camera.”

She picked up her kit and the camera and headed down the short hallway, her shoes clicking sharply on the linoleum. Pushing open the first door she came to, she peered inside. It was the bathroom. She flipped on the light switch, flooding the room with bright, glaring light, and stepped in.

It wasn’t the cleanest bathroom Aiden had seen but it wasn’t the dirtiest, either. There were a few flecks of toothpaste around the spigot of the sink and water spots dotted the mirror. She looked down and saw dust bunnies in the corner. Then, she listened.

The toilet was running. Aiden kneeled next to it and looked into the bowl. Then she pointed her flashlight at the tank. There, just barely covered by the lip of the lid, was the smallest speck of blood. She stood back up and lifted the lid off, setting it aside. Lying at the bottom, blocking the plug, was a knife.

“You seem to have a fascination for checking toilets, don’t you?”

She turned around to find Mac standing in the doorway. She laughed. “Shut up, there’s a knife in there.”

In two steps he was beside her, staring into the water with her. He reached in and pulled it out. The toilet stopped hissing.

“We might be able to salvage some prints off the handle. Also, the killer may have cut himself, we need to check the sink for blood,” he said.

She nodded and set to work, as he moved on to another room. She swabbed the sink drain and, finding blood, proceeded to detach the pipes to take back to the lab. As she knelt back down by the toilet to dust for fingerprints, she could hear Mac rummaging around, occasionally muttering to himself. She smiled.

Eventually, after processing the foyer, they made their back to the living room. It was late, or rather, it was early and Aiden was beginning to feel her body starting to rely on adrenaline to keep moving. However, she kept working, enjoying the companionable silence as they worked opposite ends of the room.

Aiden was by the window, checking the carpet for more shards of glass from the coffee table, when she happened to look up out the window.

“Mac?”

“Hmm?” he grunted without looking up.

“Mac, look out the window.”

He did and saw what had caught her eye. The sun had begun to rise and the sky around it was a flamboyant shade of orangey-pink, so bright that Mac almost felt like he should shield his eyes from it.

“You almost forget what it’s like to see something pretty in the world and then something like that hits you upside the head. Funny, isn’t it?” She looked back over at him and noticed he seemed to have a wistful look on his face. His eyes caught hers.

“Yeah, life can be funny like that,” he murmured. He straightened. “We’re done here, why don’t you go home and go to bed? You look exhausted.”

She gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks, I feel exhausted.”

They packed up their kits and sealed the door. As they stepped onto the elevator, Mac spoke again.

“You know I’m sorry I had to ruin your evening, right?” he asked.

“Hey, it’s no problem. I knew what I was signing on for when I took this job.”

“Good. I enjoy working with you, Aiden.”

“And I always enjoy working with you.”

“You want me to give you a ride back to your apartment?” he asked as they stepped outside. The sound of traffic was already starting to escalate on the roads around them.

“Nah, I’ve got family a couple blocks over. I think I’ll stop in and see the kids off to school before I head home.”

“At least let me drive you, then,” he said, holding the passenger side door open.

She chuckled and climbed in. “What would I do without you, Mac?”

Originally posted in meowmix1066 on March 12, 2005 - 11:37pm

dietcokecans @ 2005-05-01T19:36:00

2005-05-01T23:41:57Z

Title: Our Road is Long
Author: dietcokecans
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mac/Aiden implied.
Content Warning: N/A
A/N: Follows Some Conversation

Many thanks to sombras_azules for looking over this for me.

The speaker next to Aiden’s door buzzed. She padded over to it, barefoot, the parquet cool against her feet. She punched the button.

“Yeah?”

“Aiden? It’s Mac, can I come up?”

She paused before answering, wondering why Mac would show up to her apartment at seven o’clock in the evening. “Sure,” she finally said, buzzing him through. Moments later a knock sounded on the door. As she opened it, she gave him a quizzical look. “Is everything ok?”

He nodded. “I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by.”

She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. “You just happened to be in my neighborhood?” she asked.

“Sure. And I happened to stop for Chinese, too, but if you don’t want it…” He started to turn away.

“Wait!” She reached out and grabbed the bag he was holding. “Come on in,” she said.

He followed her into the kitchen where she opened the boxes of food and dished it out. Moments later she handed him a plate and gestured towards the tiny table in the corner, where they sat across from each other.

“So why are you really here?” she asked, licking sauce off a fingertip.

“A person can’t stop and see a friend?”

“You’re my boss, Mac, it’s a little weird.”

“Ok. I thought you could use some company.”

She glanced up at him, a startled expression on her face, before she looked back down at her rice.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

“Have you talked to your friend?” he asked.

She nodded, eyes still trained on her food, which she pushed around the plate with her chopsticks.

“I stopped to see her on my way home, told her we made an arrest.”

“How’d she take it?”

“She was…relieved. But I really don’t think it helps much in a situation like this.”

“No, it probably doesn’t.”

They fell silent again and continued eating.

“You know, that’s why I got into this job,” she burst out suddenly. “I wanted to help. How is it helping if I can’t give her peace of mind?” Her voice was slightly louder than normal, the barest hint of horror making it brittle. She knew she was asking for absolution, in a sense, and she also knew she was asking it of the wrong man, but Mac was there and no one else was and it only seemed right that, for a moment, she should feel connected to him in this.

“Listen to me, Aiden, you can’t underestimate bringing her justice.”

Of course. Justice. That’s what it’s all about. Because justice is blind and the evidence speaks for itself and that’s all either of them should ever be concerned about, right? Aiden could tell Mac was floundering, trying to make her feel better, but she couldn’t help but keep on questioning. “She still won’t be able to sleep at night. How many other victims and how many other families are still scared?”

He looked at her for a moment, an emotion playing across his face that she couldn’t quite comprehend. Finally, he spoke.

“There comes a point when you have to realize that you’ve done the most you can. You can’t take on the weight of the world.”

“I can try,” she muttered. It didn’t seem fair, and that wasn’t her idea of justice at all.

He gave a short chuckle. “You’re a good person, Aiden.”

She smiled then, grateful for his attempt to lighten her mood. “You’re not half bad yourself, Mac, staying at your office all evening, going over old cases.”

Immediately she knew she had slipped. He hadn’t had much of a social life since Claire had died, they all knew that and had carefully avoided mentioning it. Now here she was, shoving it in his face after he’d been nice enough to take the time to make sure she was ok. She felt her cheeks burn. Luckily, he saved her, glossing over it with another chuckle.

“I guess my advice is easier said than done,” he said.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she said, smiling with him.

Originally posted in meowmix1066 on Jan. 31, 2005 - 6:16pm

dietcokecans @ 2005-05-01T19:33:00

2005-05-01T23:40:09Z

Title: Some Conversation
Author: dietcokecans
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mac/Aiden
Content Warning: N/A

Aiden sat in the break room, absently stirring a tiny straw through her coffee with one hand, while pinching the bridge of her nose with the other. She was early, way too early, her shift hadn’t started yet and wouldn’t for a while, but there was no way she could have stayed in that apartment a second longer. Not that an empty break room was any better, but at least there were occasional signs of life at the crime lab. She couldn’t say the same for her apartment.

The pounding in her head was growing steadily worse. In frustration, she shoved aside the folder containing her current case and lowered her forehead to the cool wood of the table. How long she stayed there, in a state between sleep and wakefulness, she didn’t know, but suddenly she was wakened by the sound of her name. She sat up, startled, and saw Mac standing across from her.

“Are you ok?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in a way that was just so totally him.

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine.” She smiled, trying to reassure herself, as well as him. His lips pressed together momentarily, his expression letting her know he didn’t quite believe her.

“How’s the rape case coming?” he asked, letting his eyes slide over the folder before he turned to pour himself a cup of coffee.

She laid a hand on the folder, fingering an edge. “We have a suspect, just waiting on the warrant.”

He nodded and then brought the cup to his lips, giving her a chance to elaborate, if she wished. She didn’t. Instead, tears came to her eyes.

“Aiden?”

There was urgency underlying his tone, putting an edge in his voice that she wasn’t sure she’d ever heard before. She reached up, brushing away the tears with an irritated flick of her wrist.

“I’m ok, Mac. Honestly.”

He gave her that look again, the one that said he didn’t believe her.

“If this has anything to do with the case then you need to tell me what’s going on.”

How could someone sound so stern and comforting at the same time? She set her lips and tried to keep her eyes blank, pulling on her tough exterior like a familiar jacket.

“The victim,” she stopped, swallowing before she continued. “The victim is a girl I knew in high school. We were friends. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to pull me off the case.”

He started to speak but she cut him off. “I promised her I’d get him, Mac.”

He didn’t say anything then, just stared at her until she abruptly stood and, grabbing her mug, walked to the sink, where she dumped the last of her coffee down the drain. She set the mug to the side and turned, crossing her arms belligerently, as though daring him to take her off the case.

“Do you feel you can remain objective?” he asked.

“I have to,” she said, shrugging.

“Then keep your promise,” he said, setting his own mug on the counter and heading for the door. He turned back around. “Aiden?”

She looked up at him.

“Just let me know if you need...anything. Ok?”

She gave him a half smile. “Thanks, Mac.”

Originally posted in meowmix1066 on Jan. 25, 2005 - 11:55pm

dietcokecans @ 2005-05-01T19:31:00

2005-05-01T23:38:01Z

Title: Guess what? This one has a title. Yeah, I know! Crazy isn’t—what? Oh, what is it? Right. Boom Chika Wah. Cheekily stolen from the wonderful and talented sombras_azules.
Rating: Smut. Stay away if you don’t like sex or if your country’s laws say you aren’t old enough to know what sex is.
Characters: Calleigh and Eric (sittin in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…)
Summary: Oh come on now, title or summary, you can’t have both!
A/N: I’m finally putting my strip club knowledge to use! Oh yeah, and Aerosmith rocks and “Rag Doll” is my song yo!

Eric was walking through the hallways of the Miami-Dade Crime Lab when a short blonde blur came flying up to him from the right.

“Whatcha doin tonight?” Calleigh asked him, brushing against his arm before settling herself into his stride.

He gave her a quizzical look before replying. “I hadn’t really thought about it, why?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to, I don’t know, hang out or something tonight,” she said with a smile.

Ok. This was a little bit confusing. He was usually the one to initiate fraternization after work, what was she doing asking for his company? Although, upon further thought, he realized he didn’t care, it was a chance to spend time with her and he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He smiled.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I’ll think of something. Pick you up at six, ok?”

“Yeah, ok.” He stopped and watched her bustle off, a slight smirk on her face. He shook his head and continued in the opposite direction, he had DNA results to pick up.

Later that evening, Eric stood in front of his mirror, checking to make sure he was presentable. He stood for several moments before he jumped. God, if Ryan or even Speed could see him now, primping like he was a woman or something. He’d never live it down. He made his way to the living room where he threw himself on the couch. Watching TV while waiting was manly, right?

He didn’t have much time to contemplate the answer because just then a knock sounded on the door. He opened it to find Calleigh, looking like a blonde goddess in black slacks, a black tank top and a white, button down shirt hanging open over it. He couldn’t help but stare. A man could get lost in that cleavage. He looked up when she punched him in the arm.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

At least she was smiling. Usually guys that stared at any of Calleigh’s, uh, assets received a cold glare. There was no sign of hostility as they made their way down to her car. Had he managed to openly check Calleigh out without pissing her off? He silently gave himself props.

They got in the car and she turned up the radio, some random techno music that the station was playing, and they fell silent. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she drove, her face determined. Finally, she pulled onto a highway that led them away from the city.

“Where are we going?”

“I know a place I’d like to go. Trust me, you’ll like it.”

He decided to take her word for it. Half an hour later they pulled into the dirt parking lot of what looked like a biker bar. The flickering neon lights hanging in the windows and the grime that coated the outside walls just screamed ‘sleazy.’ What was Calleigh getting him into?

“Uh, Calleigh?”

“Relax, it looks better on the inside.” She hopped out of the car and started to make her way to the entrance. He had to sprint to keep up.

When they made it inside, he saw that she’d told the truth. Somewhat. It did look better than the outside would have had him believe, but, well, there was a stage. With a pole. Granted, at the moment there was nobody using it but…the place was a strip joint. And even the nicest strip club had a certain amount of sleaze to color it.

“Uh, Calleigh?” he said again. What the heck had she brought him to a strip club for? He was officially dubbing her the Queen of Mixed Messages. This was ridiculous. She had to know he wanted her, was this some sort of test? Shit.

“Relax, Eric!” She pulled him over to the side of the room that had several pool tables. “Come on, let’s play.”

That seemed easy enough. The club was pretty empty for the moment, so they were able to grab a good table with plenty of room to make their shots. They played intently for a few minutes when the DJ came over the mic.

“Alright, let’s welcome Brianna to the stage! Brianna, it’s all yours baby!”

Brianna, a woman with curves in all the right places, stepped up and wiped down the pole as the first few beats of Aerosmith’s “Rag Doll” started. She tossed the towel aside and then let the rhythm move her body, stretching her limbs into positions that Eric was sure required muscles made of rubber. He quickly looked back down at the table, eyeing his shot. He didn’t make it. As Calleigh stepped up to make her own shot, she smiled at him. He smiled back but dutifully kept his eyes away from the stage.

Calleigh missed her second shot so Eric stepped forward again. As he was bent down, deciding exactly which spot to hit on the cue ball, he felt a tickle near his ear. Calleigh’s breath.

“It’s ok if you wanna look.”

His hand slipped and the cue ball went spinning several inches towards…absolutely nothing. And he thought that sort of trick only worked in movies.

Calleigh smirked again and set about sinking the two remaining striped balls, along with the 8 ball.

“Guess I’ve learned never to play pool with a Physics major,” he said, grinning.

She laughed and pulled at his arm. “Come on then, let’s go sit up front.”

He let himself be led, anxious to see how this would play out but not wanting to push it for fear that Calleigh would turn skittish. They sat at a small table by the stage.

Brianna had finished her dance and a petite black girl was now front and center. The club was starting to fill up as more people were off from work, looking for a place to kick back and relax. Soon a waitress came around to take their drink order. Calleigh asked for a glass of white wine and then noticed Eric furrowing his brow at her.

“A little wine isn’t going to hurt me,” she said. “Go ahead, order what you want.”

He paused for a moment, contemplating the actions he could take. Finally, deciding that it would certainly help to take the edge off his nerves, he ordered a single shot instead of a drink. Minutes later the waitress returned. Eric downed the shot and sat back to watch Calleigh sip at her wine. She didn’t return his look though, instead she was watching the latest dancer that had taken the stage. Eric immediately found the sight of Calleigh watching the dancing infinitely more arousing than anything that was actually happening on the stage, or even around him, for that matter. The other dancers were working the tables between sets, flirting, drinking and enticing customers to the VIP rooms, but Eric couldn’t take his eyes off Calleigh. She sat, leaning forward, her lips parted and her eyes sparkling with, well, it could only be described as lust. Not that Eric could blame her, the current dancer was a gorgeous latina with a mass of dark curls down her back and large doe eyes.

“Eric,” Calleigh said urgently as the woman finished her dance and descended into the crowd.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Nothing. Eric, buy me a lap dance.”

His eyebrows threatened to shoot past his hairline.

“I want the girl who just danced, hurry up before she goes off with someone.”

Eric stood, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet as he did so. He found the girl just as she was coming from back behind the bar. He held up the money and she smiled, raking her eyes over his body. He smiled back but nodded his head towards Calleigh, indicating that she was the customer. The dancer didn’t seem disappointed. In fact, Eric wasn’t sure whether to feel insulted or not, but the dancer’s smile actually turned to a grin as she looked at Calleigh. The implications of the reactions these two women had for each other was not lost on Eric. This could prove to be very interesting.

“What’s your name, baby?” the girl asked as she approached Calleigh.

“Crystal,” Calleigh replied.

“Crystal, eh? Pretty. My name is Yasmin.”

She was now standing directly in front of Calleigh. Eric sat down, pushing his chair back slightly to have a better view. As Yasmin started to dance, Eric came to the realization that, if he were to die right then and there, it would be ok. Having a favorite fantasy acted out in front of one’s own eyes was akin to reaching Nirvana anyways, so he settled back to enjoy it.

For being a rather small woman, Yasmin had a generous chest, which, as Eric saw, she certainly knew how to use. She ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing them together and bending to give Calleigh an eyeful of cleavage. It continued in that way, Yasmin twisting and turning and undulating, both women looking as if they were in the throes of ecstasy, until the dance ended. Eric watched as Calleigh slipped Yasmin a tip and then gulped down the last of her wine. She stood, eyes bright, and grabbed Eric’s arm again.

“Let’s go,” she said.

Wordlessly he followed her out to the parking lot, unsure of how to read this turn of events and definitely unsure of how to react. That was fine though, because suddenly Calleigh was showing him how to react, pushing him against her car and pressing her body, inch for inch, along his own.

She stood on tiptoes, reaching up to bring his face to hers, crushing his lips with her own. It didn’t take long for his brain to catch up, and, within moments, he was actively participating, sliding his hands from her shoulders to her back and finally to her buttocks, squeezing and trying to pull her closer. He could feel the soft flesh of her stomach against him and he ground his hips into her, instinctively trying to increase the friction and pressure he was feeling.

Her breath caught in her throat, half gasp, half groan, and she took a hand away to slide along the car, reaching for the door handle. Lips still against his, she found it and opened the door awkwardly.

“Get in,” she said, pushing him and then hurrying around to get in the driver’s side. Once they had shut the doors, she leaned back over to him, giving his jaw a few ticklish licks before claiming his lips again. She let her hand rub over his stomach, tracing the outlines of his muscles before moving lower. She cupped her hand over him and he sucked in a breath, leaning his head back. She shot him a teasing glance and then turned back to the wheel, sliding the key into the ignition and starting the car. As she pulled out of the parking lot, Eric tried to concentrate on the music, still turned loud from their ride over, and attempted to get his breathing under control.

He was making progress when she made a turn off the highway and then another down a dirt road. She parked off to the side, partially hidden by a copse of trees.

As soon as the car was off, she turned back to him, hands sliding everywhere and eager lips seeking his.

“Calleigh, wait, I mean-“

“Eric, hush, it’s ok, no one’s going to see us.”

“But what if a cop...?” He trailed off as one of her hands crept back down to his jeans.

“We’re both consenting adults. And besides, we’re cops.”

Eric wasn’t sure that would make it ok if they got caught but, as Calleigh unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, he realized he didn’t care. More pressing was the matter at hand, so to speak.

She quickly bypassed his boxers and, before he had time to think, her hand was wrapped around him, gripping firmly. She gave a few experimental strokes, watching as his head fell back against the headrest and his eyes closed. She stroked again and his hips lifted. She stopped. His eyes opened and she gave a half smile before leaning over to take him in her mouth.

That’s it. He had died and this was heaven. Calleigh Duquesne’s mouth was…there were no words to describe it except to say that what she was doing was hot.

For a moment he let himself get lost in the sensation as she alternated firm pressure with teasing licks. He could feel his orgasm building but there was no way in hell he wanted to end their first sexual experience together in that position. Especially not when he could think of better positions. He ran his fingertips over her hair, trailing down to tilt her jaw up. Her lips were wet and swollen and, as if the sight wasn’t already erotic enough, she darted her tongue out, swiping hesitantly at her bottom lip.

Suddenly he couldn’t make his voice work. Not that it mattered, even if he could speak he was sure it wouldn’t be coherent anyways. Apparently though, he didn’t need to say anything because Calleigh seemed to be reading his mind. He helped her scramble over the console, dropping the seat back to give them room, which was perfect because, perched on top of him, she was still short enough that she barely had to lean over. He then looked up at her, her hair hanging down like a curtain to frame her face, brushing against his shoulders and pooling around him as she locked her lips back to his.

He shifted, pinned between her legs, feeling her weight on him. She rubbed against him and giggled into his mouth before sitting up again to unbutton her own pants. He chuckled too as he was suddenly reminded of the awkward fumblings of his teenage days in his father’s car. Soon they both were laughing good-naturedly as he helped her kick off her pants and then his own, with the likelihood that only a couple of small bruises would appear later on.

“We should have brought the Hummer,” she joked, smiling down at him.

“And miss your little acrobatic tricks? Never.”

She laughed again but stopped abruptly when he moved against her. He was in the perfect spot, one strategic move and he’d be inside her. He had a split second to watch her eyes cloud over before she was leaning towards him again and kissing him again and his brain was a mess of tactile sensations that were tingling every nerve in his body.

She pulled away, almost violently, and reached into the back seat. After a moment she sat back up and he caught a glint of foil as she tore the package open. Seconds later she was sliding over him, slowly, drawing it out before letting her body sprawl over his. She buried her face in his neck, holding her body still, but he could feel the tiny shivers that rippled through her. He brought his hands up under her shirt, tracing his fingers over her spine, trying to remain in control and hoping she wouldn’t make any sudden moves, when she made a low sound in her throat, half moan, half sob.

“God, Eric, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

As she spoke, she arched her back, creating an interesting sensation for him below the waist. He took the opportunity to reach up and cup her breasts, feeling the weight of each in his hands and squeezing them lightly. She moaned again and, feeling encouraged, he slid his hands to her hips, moving with her as she created the rhythm.

He reached down between them, his thumb circling, heightening her pleasure as her eyes closed and her brow furrowed. The low whimpers she made in her throat turned to a groan as she tensed, her orgasm building and then finally shuddering through her body, her spasms clenching around him and spurring him into his own climax.

They lay together, breathing heavily, sweat mingling. His hands reached to find hers and he locked their fingers together, squeezing lightly in a tender gesture.

After a moment she sat up again, disentangling herself and making her way back over the console. Trying to be helpful he handed her her pants and reached for his own. He looked up as he heard her laughing again. She had managed to get the pants on her legs but the wheel was in her way to slide them to her waist. She quickly opened the door, hopped out and pulled them up. He laughed too as she shut the door again.

“Oh hush,” she said. She watched in amusement as he made a show of being able to put his own pants on without getting out. Once they were both dressed though, the mood turned awkward. Not wanting the silence to become a barrier between them he racked his brain for something to say.

“Why did you tell Yasmin your name is Crystal?” he asked.

She shrugged. “You don’t think Yasmin was her name, do you?”

He thought about it and then nodded his head. “I guess not.”

She smiled and reached to start the car. “Let’s go back to my place, ok?” Their eyes met. Yeah, that was definitely ok.

Originally posted in meowmix1066 on Jan. 19, 2005 - 2:02am

dietcokecans @ 2005-05-01T19:30:00

2005-05-01T23:35:34Z

Title:Pfft!
Rating: Oh, I'm sure there'll be smut somewhere. Minors, tread carefully.
Characters: Miss Duquesne and Mr. Delko.
Summary: Calleigh wants to go fishing.
A/N: This will be the third attempt to type this up. My computer keeps freezing. Yeah, and this is so totally not edited. Deal with it.

"I want to go fishing."

Eric raised his head from his pillow just far enough to see Calleigh's bright smile inches from his face.

"Hunh?" he asked, letting his head fall back down.

"I want to go fishing."

"That's nice, let me know how it goes," he mumbled into the pillow.

"Oh no you don't!" she said, using her shoulder to roll him over. "Who was it that went with you to the opening of that new club that you just had to go to? Hmm?"

He sighed and rolled to the other side of the bed to stand up. "Yes, dear."

"Don't 'yes, dear' me," she said.

"Yes, dear," he said again as he stumbled to the bathroom. When he emerged he was slightly more awake. He looked at the clock. "Calleigh, it's 5am."

"The early bird catches the worm," she said absently, going through her tackle box.

He didn't bother making any jokes about the fact that they were actually going to be catching fish and using said worm to do so; she probably wouldn't even hear him. Instead he shuffled to the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal. She came in moments later.

"You're eating?" she asked.

He looked at her in surprise and then back down at his soggy, half-eaten cereal. Did she not want him to eat?

"It's just that it's getting late and you're not even dressed yet."

He sighed dramatically and stood up, dumping his bowl into the sink as he passed by. He made his way back to the bedroom, where he got dressed.

Finally they were ready to leave. Calleigh insisted on driving, which was fine by him, he'd rather doze anyways. However, he was jolted awake when she turned off the road onto a dirt path.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked.

"Out to the woods to take advantage of you."

"Oh. Ok." He paused. "You know, I don't know why you want to go fishing anyway, it's not like you can eat the fish out of this water."

"It's fun," she replied. "Besides, I'm just going to catch them and let them go. It's doesn't hurt them."

"Oh, they've told you this?"

She pointedly ignored him and he tried his best to get comfortable again, but it was impossible with the way his head kept bouncing against the window. He gave up. Yup, he was awake.

As it turned out, it didn't matter. Minutes later she brought the truck to a stop and turned it off. They both hopped out, grabbed their equipment and headed down to the shore of the river. The sun was just beginning to rise as they baited their hooks and cast their lines. Their idle chatter died away as they watched the current, lost in their own thoughts. Before long, Eric felt his eyelids drooping and he stretched out, falling asleep.

Eric awoke, for the second time that day, to find Calleigh's face inches from his own. Only this time it was no hardship to be woken up. Nope. And it was the fact that her body was on top of his that made all the difference.

"I thought I was going to have my way with you," she said, grinning.

"Hey, you can't rape the willing."

"No, I suppose not," she said, getting up.

"Well damn, you could at least try!" he exclaimed.

She laughed and fiddled with her fishing pole before coming back to him. "I just wanted to make sure it wouldn't fall over if I got a bite," she said. "Now, where were we?"

"You were about to take advantage of me," he said.

"Oh. Right."

She let her lips lightly brush against his, teasing, making him lift his head to try and kiss her firmly. She did this again and again until he finally reached up to stop her.

"Will you hold still?" he asked. As his mouth caught hers, he swept his hands down her back, settling into the dip of her waist. His fingers scrunched up her shirt to give his palms contact with her smooth skin and he liked the way her breath caught in her throat as he did so. He always enjoyed being the one to make Calleigh lose her composure.

She didn't remain flustered for long and quickly turned the tables on him when she reached under his shirt, dragging her nails across his ribs. He sucked in a breath and tightened his hands on her hips. She then arched back, drawing her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside.

"How far away do you think the nearest person is?" he asked.

"Why? Are you afraid of getting caught?"

"No, it's just that I don't want to look up to find we're surrounded by cops after I've made you scream."

She laughed. "I don't think you'll have to worry."

He narrowed his eyes. "Was that an insult?" he asked,

Her voice dropped and became husky. "What would you do to me if it was?"

Dear God, just put that tone of voice into a skirt and pigtails and he could finally live out the fantasy he'd had ever since he was a young Catholic schoolboy.

"Jesus, Calleigh, you say things like that on purpose, don't you? You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

"Oh honestly, Eric," she said, raising her eyebrows innocently. "How much fun could a girl really have if you were just a stiff body lying on the side of the road?"

He rolled his eyes and smiled at her. "Calleigh Duquesne, you are something else."

"So are you, Eric Delektorsky." She laid her body back over him, burying her face in his neck. "Mmmm, say something dirty to me in Russian," she said.

He mumbled something into her neck.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"Uh, roughly translated it, uh, means something along the lines of 'I want to fuck your brains out.'" The tips of his ears were on fire. He normally wasn't the type to speak so bluntly but there were times when Calleigh seemed to enjoy it and, being her love slave and all...

"That's so cute!" She flashed him a grin. Of course. Only Calleigh would find both the phrase and the fact that he was dying from embarrassment, cute.

"Hush, you," he said, drawing her face back down. They kissed for several long moments before he decided to venture further. Carefully, he maneuvered their positions so that he was now the one leaning over her. Breaking the kiss, he let his mouth trail over her jaw, settling in to nibble on her earlobe. She giggled and shivered.

"That tickles!" she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, trying to contain his own laughter. "Would you like me to stop?"

"Nope."

"Good." He leaned his head back to her neck as he let a hand move over her stomach, lightly tracing patterns before reaching up to tease her breasts. He shoved the material of her bra out of the way, letting one perfect breast spill into his palm. He kneaded at it, loving the soft groans that she made as he did so. Wondering how far he could push her, he pinched her nipple, steadily increasing pressure until she gave a strangled gasp and slapped his hand away. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, a new curiosity making itself known. He quickly let his mouth descend and soon her smooth, white flesh was covered with tiny red marks from his teeth.

He made short work of the rest of her clothing and the contrast she made, lying naked against the soft grass, was worth staring at.

"Eric?" she asked after a moment.

"God, you're beautiful," he said, and she blushed under his scrutiny.

He continued letting his hands and mouth play over her body, repeatedly bringing her close to climax, only to deny her in the last second. Finally she reached out to him with desperate hands. Yanking his shirt from him, she began taking her sweet revenge, following her hands with her mouth as she moved lower. Next, she stripped off his jeans and shoved his boxers to his knees before climbing over to straddle him.

"Calleigh, did you--?"

She cut him off with a terse nod and he barely had time to register that this rendezvous was very much preplanned before she slid down over him, wet heat threatening to make him come in a matter of seconds. She started moving and he had to grit his teeth in an attempt to gain control. Jesus, didn't she know that he was already practically there and that if she didn't give him a chance to slow down, the whole thing would end a lot sooner than he would like it to?

Apparently that didn't matter to her because moments later her eyes fluttered shut, her back arched, and her body tensed as she uttered a low moan. He could feel her orgasm shuddering through her and gratefully gave up trying to hold back his own as his hips bucked, trying to reach as deeply into her as was possible.

She slouched forward, a hand on either side of him and her hair tickling his neck as she tried to catch her breath. After a moment he slid his arms around her and pulled her to lie flat against him.

"We should go fishing more often," he said.

Originally posted in meowmix1066 on Jan. 6, 2005 - 12:33am

dietcokecans @ 2005-05-01T19:26:00

2005-05-01T23:33:14Z

Title: Oh honestly, ya'll should know by now that I don't do titles.
Characters: Eric and Calleigh, of course.
Rating: Oh my Lord, are my sources leading me right? This story is safe? Where's the smut? Where's the SMUT!? Sorry, I'm in the mood for romance (1 2 3 aww!)
Summary: It's New Year's Eve, where are Calleigh and Eric at midnight?
A/N: There are no author's notes to report at this moment. Although I suppose I could squee about the fact that I finally plowed through Chapter 10 of No Boundaries! Oh yeah, and I had this all freaking typed out and was ready to hit send when my mouse moved and I accidentally closed the window. Grrr.

The day shift of the Miami-Dade CSI team was having a New Year's Eve party. Horatio had gallantly offered his place for the festivities and was walking around, looking like the cat who ate the canary with Yelina on his arm. Meanwhile, Ryan and Valera, who had disappeared shortly after arriving, were doing Lord knows what in Heaven only knows which room. For a man who was so obsessive-compulsive about order and cleanliness, it was amazing what he was willing to do with that woman. Eric stood in the corner, as he had all evening, fending off females who were daring enough to try to bag him for the night. He wasn't in the mood. He was too busy watching Calleigh giggle and flirt with a crowd of detectives. Male detectives. Eric glared.

"Oh my gosh, your gun is so big!"

Calleigh's voice reached him and he nearly choked until he realized it was a punchline to a joke. Wait a minute. A dirty joke? Was Calleigh telling dirty jokes to those slobs? Eric started walking towards her before he even realized what he was doing, but luckily, another woman, one he thought was one of the new trace lab techs, jumped in front of him.

"Hi, Eric!" Her voice was a little too high pitched for his taste.

"Hi, uh..." He trailed off, only feeling a little bit bad at the fact that he seemed to have forgotten her name.

She giggled. "Candy! My name is Candy!" Yeah, she was way too hyper for his taste, too.

"Right. Candy. Hi."

"So, are you here alone?" she asked.

Eric was about to give a carefully prepared answer about having come with someone but she was just in the bathroom at the moment, when he looked over and saw Calleigh staring at him.

"No, I'm here alone," he answered, putting on his most charming grin.

"Wow! So am I!"

"A pretty girl like you? How's that possible?"

Candy giggled and her body seemed barely able to contain her glee. Eric suddenly realized that if he continued on the path he was treading, he would end up with a 'situation' on his hands. He had to get out, quick. He cast his eyes about and grabbed the first familiar arm that walked by.

"Hagen! This is Candy, I bet you two would have a lot in common. Candy, this is John Hagen. He's a detective." Eric slipped away before either party could protest.

The crowd around Calleigh was dissipating so Eric took the opportunity to make his way to her side. He put a hand on her back and started to lead her away.

"Eric, where are we going?"

"Have you seen the view from the deck?" he asked, opening the french doors that led outside. There weren't a whole lot of people outside, which was just what Eric had been hoping for. He took her to a dark corner that was shaded by potted plants.

"It's almost midnight," he said.

"I know."

"A new year, new beginnings..."

She nodded, her eyes sparkling.

"Calleigh, I want--"

She cut him off as she pulled his face down to press her lips to his. He could have sworn he saw fireworks in that moment and looked up. Colored lights were exploding in the sky. He looked back down to the amazing woman in his arms.

"Happy New Year, Calleigh."

"Happy New Year, Eric."

He touched his lips to hers in another lingering kiss.

Happy New Year indeed.

Title: Yeah, ok, whatever.
Characters: Do you even need to ask at this point?
Rating: Found some smut. NC-17. Back away, minors! I said back away!
Summary: Hey, that kiss above had to lead to something, right?
A/N: Yay for tequila! Also, I'm beginning to wonder how far I can press the explicit factor before I start to squick people.

Calleigh and Eric left the party flushed and giddy.

"You're coming over, right?" Calleigh asked as Eric held open her car door for her.

"Of course."

"Good," she said, pulling the door shut. Eric made his way to his car and followed after Calleigh. Within minutes they were climbing the stairway to her second floor apartment, unable to keep their hands off each other as they walked. As soon as they made it through the door, Eric was on her, pulling off her clothes as quickly as possible. She stopped him, her only complaint being that she wanted his clothes off too.

Once they were both satisfactorily unclothed, Eric pulled her down on the couch, moving so that he had her pinned beneath him. She struggled slightly, her eyes widening in excitement as he exerted his strength over her. Her breathing turned heavy as he kissed her, moving from her lips to her neck to her breasts and finally lower. He lingered, letting his tongue lap at her lazily, bringing her to a shuddering climax against his mouth. His name fell from her own tongue in a low moan and the sound of it hit him like a brick wall. He slid back up her body, grinding his hips against hers. She let her legs fall open in blatant invitation and, after taking the necessary precautions, he entered her in one smooth thrust.

He lay still for a moment, trying to read the expression on her face. She looked relieved and frustrated at the same time, her eyes distant yet focused solely on him. He moved the tiniest bit and watched as she closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. She raised her hips, urging him on. He didn't move, wanting to see how much farther he could push her. Not much apparently, she started bucking her hips, grinding into him in a way that should have been downright illegal, and making him lose what little bit of control he had been able to maintain.

She was panting now, breathing little begging sighs into his ear. He complied, working to please her and giving in to his own climax as she reached her second. He cradled her in his arms, holding her close to him as their bodies relaxed. After a moment he started to get up, but she tightened her legs around him.

"Stay a bit, I like how you feel."

He chuckled and kissed her eyelids. This was definitely the best way to ring in the new year.

***So, Happy New Year to my fellow Hip Huggers, may St. Maeda bless you and keep you.

Originally posted in meowmix1066 on Jan. 1, 2005 - 12:05am

dietcokecans @ 2005-05-01T19:23:00

2005-05-01T23:29:12Z

Title: No title again.
Rating: Smut. Again. Don't read if you are a minor.
Summary: It's Eric's birthday. Calleigh has a present for him. Need I say more?
A/N: Again, it's early morning, I'm pretty tired, and this isn't edited. Not my best work but hey, you win some, you lose some.

Eric's birthday was almost over. It was late evening and he was returning from his parents' house where his family had helped him celebrate turning 28. It was probably a little lame, but he couldn't help but be slightly disappointed as the day drew to a close. His family was one thing, but at work that day no one had even said so much as a "Happy Birthday" to him. He couldn't help it, he was a social person and how some of the people he worked with could separate personal life from professional life so completely was beyond him. He couldn't see the people he worked with as just co-workers. He had a genuine interest in the people around him and remembered the little things. Including their birthdays. How is it that they were so detached? Not that it mattered. Birthdays were probably a childish notion anyways, in a couple years he'd be thirty and he wasn't sure he wanted to commemorate that milestone.

He plunked down on the couch and flipped on the television just in time to catch the opening teasers of the eleven o'clock news. He quickly channel surfed past that, he didn't need to listen to the press mutilate the facts of cases he had worked on. The Simpsons, Seinfeld, nothing of interest. He turned it off and stood up, figuring he might as well go to bed. As he did so he heard a soft knock on the door. He looked through the peephole and saw the top of a blond head standing there.

He opened the door. Calleigh stood on his doorstep wearing a long overcoat and a smile.

"Calleigh? What are you doing here?"

"It's your birthday, may I come in?"

He was a little taken aback by the nature of her reply, but stood back and let her walk in. He shut the door and by the time he turned around, she had removed the overcoat. His jaw dropped in shock when he saw that all she was wearing was a silky, baby blue nightie.

"Uh, Calleigh...?" He trailed off as his mind went into overdrive, hoping that her showing up in sexy lingerie really meant what he wanted it to mean.

She did nothing to dissuade his brain from thinking in those terms as she pressed a finger to his mouth to silence him. Her lips then followed her finger and he gave up any hope of trying to rationalize the fact that Calleigh was half-naked in his apartment, and very obviously willing. He kissed her back, letting his body take over. He could feel every soft inch of her pressing against him and his mind seemed to fast forward to the moment he could have her completely naked beneath him. She pulled away from him and, with a teasing grin, walked towards the bedroom. Not wanting to lose contact for fear he would wake up and find it all to be a dream, he followed her, catching her from behind. His hands slid around her torso, reaching to cup her breasts through the slippery fabric. She leaned back against him, arching her back to push herself into his hands. He responded by increasing the pressure, occasionally flicking his thumbs over her nipples.

She finally blew out a breath and slipped from his grasp, turning back around to work on him. She pulled his shirt over his head and ran the palms of her hands over his smooth chest. As a swimmer, he had long ago gotten into the habit of shaving, and she found it to be incredibly sexy. Their lips met again as she let her hands continue moving downwards. She reached his belt and made short work of it and the button holding his jeans closed. She smiled into his mouth as she encountered the fabric of his boxers, wiggling her fingers around to find the slit that would grant her access. Her fingertips were cold when she touched him and it sent shivers down his spine. She moved her hand in a steady rhythm and soon had him panting against her neck as she nibbled and sucked the skin under his ear. She could feel his jugular racing, pulsing against her lips as she kissed.

She finally made the effort to actually rid him of his clothes, pushing his jeans and boxers down and helping him to step out of them. Then she pushed him towards the bed, lying down next to him. He started to reach his hands out to her, but she pushed them away. She set to work, letting her mouth roam over his body for the next several minutes, making what she had previously done with her hands seem like mere friendly affection in comparison. She had him writhing beneath her when she finally slipped the condom on him and let herself slide over him.

He looked up at her, amazed at the feel of Calleigh's weight pinning him down. She looked like some sort of goddess, with her hair flowing over her shoulders and a look of complete control on her face. He tugged at her nightie and in one swift move she pulled it up and tossed it away. As she moved on him, he watched in fascination as her breasts bobbed with her motions. He slid his hands up from her hips to once again cup her breasts but he ended up sliding his arms around her back to pull her down to him. She covered his torso with her own, inch for inch, and her hair swept down to create a curtain around their faces. They kissed lightly, little pecks on the face and neck until he couldn't take it anymore, he tangled one hand in her hair, and kissed her deep as his hips bucked against her own.

She lay down next to him with a contented sigh and he rolled against her to throw an arm around her waist. She placed her own hand over his, lacing her fingers between his own.

"Happy Birthday, Eric," she said.

Originally posted in meowmix1066 on Dec. 29, 2004 - 2:40am

dietcokecans @ 2005-05-01T19:11:00

2005-05-01T23:26:50Z

Because I was bored.

Because I was in the mood for smut.

Title: There isn't a title. Deal with it.
Rating: Don't read this if you are under 17. I refuse to take responsibility for the corruption of any minor who disregards this warning.
Characters: Calleigh Duquesne and Eric Delko.
Summary: Who cares how they got there? Just enjoy the fact that they're getting laid. By each other. Basically what I mean is that this is a PWP.
A/N: Written at 2 or 3am. I'm tired and it's not edited. It's just a what-you-see-is-what-you-get thing. Enjoy!

Calleigh Duquesne unlocked the front door to her apartment and practically fell through it, dragging Eric Delko with her. Her keys slipped from her fingers as she barely remembered to kick the door shut. Unable to wait any longer, their lips fused and she felt his body press her own against the wall. She gripped at his shoulders as his hands roamed over her body, and she tore her mouth from his momentarily, tasting the salty skin of his jaw. His breath came in short bursts by her ear, tickling the tender skin. He ground his hips against her and she gasped as pleasure tore through her.

"Eric," she moaned, pushing her hands under his shirt to smooth over his chest. She let her thumbs flick over his nipples before she reached around to rake her nails down his back. He pulled away just long enough to rid himself of the bothersome shirt and then he was back, kissing her, touching her, making her body tingle over and over and over again. The next thing she knew he had her shirt up and over her head and was in the process of unhooking her bra. He tossed it away, uninterested in the flimsy piece of material once he had uncovered her breasts. He cupped them in his palms, his hands feeling cool against her hot skin. She sucked in a breath and leaned her head back against the wall as his hands, and then his mouth, lingered over the sensitive flesh.

After a moment he mumbled something but the only word she caught was "bedroom." He was right. They should be in the bedroom. She grabbed his wrists and pulled him down the hallway. Entering the room, she pushed him onto the bed and scrambled up to straddle his thighs. He smiled up at her, liking the way her hair fell over her shoulders to sweep against his chest as she leaned over him. He grabbed a lock of it and turned it up, brushing her nose with it. She giggled her patented Calleigh giggle, the one that never failed to turn him into a willing mass of muscle. She scooted down his legs, letting her hands zero in on his zipper. He watched as she carefully divested him of his remaining clothing and then stood to remove the rest of her own. She rejoined him, sliding up his body with a wiggle that was almost his undoing. Almost, but not quite. It was his turn to tease her and he did, keeping her lips occupied with his own while he let a hand trail down her stomach to settle between her legs. Moments later she climaxed, her body arching towards him and a groan low in her throat. As she relaxed, her body flushed and her eyes dazed, he reached into her nightstand. His hands were shaking as he opened the condom but his nervousness disappeared when he entered her. From that point on there was no thinking, only feeling as he looked down into her eyes and saw the unabashed pleasure that was there. He watched in fascination as she gave herself up to the sensations and he lost control as her second climax spurred his own.

They lay together for a moment, panting, and then she chuckled a bit. He chuckled too, disengaging himself from her limbs and rolling over to lay next to her. He pulled her close, letting her snuggle up to his chest.

"Calleigh?" he asked.

"Hmm?" She sounded sleepy.

"Whatever happened to the 'no midnight tiptoe' rule?"

His only answer was a small snore.

Originally posted in meowmix1066 on Dec. 24, 2004 - 1:02am