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A Little R&R	By : CainesSparkly Category: 1 through F > CSI: Miami Views: 2120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own CSI Miami, the characters, or anything else you might recognize. I do own Molly, however. I’m just giving them some playtime, and I promise to give them back in the same condition I borrowed them in. Maybe even a little more relaxed.

Horatio knocked on the office door of his most recent team addition. "Molly, you haven't left this office in 24 hours. You need to rest, or you'll be useless… to the team and yourself." He leaned against the doorway his eyes smiling.

"I'm used to long hours from being in the Bureau," Molly answered firmly as she shuffled another set of papers.  Where was that... oh, there it was. "And you need this profile yesterday, so I'm still working on it."  Shop talk was good; she still hadn't resolved her intense and totally unexpected desire to be in his arms.  They were colleagues, co-workers, fellow law enforcement officers; but what she had really wanted from the first moment she saw him was to find out if that mouth was as kissable as it looked. Down, girl, she reminded herself firmly.

"When was the last time you ate anything?" He closed the door behind him and sat in the chair across from her. He watched her work his eyes amused as she seemed to avoid looking at him for more then a moment or two. "The profile can wait a little while if you aren't taking care of yourself how are you going to help us catch this suspect."

"I ate this morning."  Molly was fixated.  She had something tickling the back of her mind; something about this killer was familiar, but not as though she'd worked the case.  Something... okay.  She dove for a textbook, forgetting for a moment that Horatio would have an unrestricted view of her derriere while she was checking the bottom shelf.  "I'll eat later."

Horatio sighed and moved over to take her by the shoulder and pulled her up so that she was eye to eye with him. She was close enough to him that he could smell her subtle scent. "Molly,” He paused as he looked deeply into her eyes. "You need to eat before you fall down. It's 9 you need to refuel."

Molly met his gaze, the book almost slipping from her trembling fingers before she got herself under control.  He was so close, so close... close enough for her to catch the oh-so-subtle note of his cologne, close enough that she could have just leaned in and bridged the gap and kissed him... and she couldn't.  He needed to make the first move... but she found herself wishing he would.  Not here, of course; it was the workplace and it wouldn't be appropriate.  All thoughts of the profile fled; she couldn't look away.

Horatio leaned back and grabbed hold of the textbook. "Molly, I'm not going to let you have this until you've eaten something." Horatio took her by the arm and pulled her toward the door. "I'll even be nice and take you there and the only thing you'll need to do is decide what to eat and eat it." He smiled at her.

Molly grinned at him while trying to ignore what that smile was doing to her insides.  "Then you have to eat, too.  If I know you, you haven't had anything at all today."  She wasn't resisting his gentle pull; but she tore herself free long enough to grab her ID and weapon from the desk drawer. "Compromise, then.  We'll take it with us."  That scent was just so completely *right* for him.  A very subtle hint of spice, with an undertone that was completely, totally, and unrelentingly masculine.  "I promise, no shop talk until we have both stuffed ourselves.  Deal?"

Horatio smiled and nodded. "All right, you still like Thai food don't you?" He tucked the book under his arm and motioned that she should precede him. He watched her move with an internal satisfaction that had nothing to do with her being an agent. "Or would you prefer something less spicy?"

Oh, no, definitely spicy, the spicier the better, Molly thought in a daze. Spicy like you, maybe.  Firmly she took hold of her wayward imagination. "Thai is fine.  Ban Toy's?  Theirs is the best."  She could feel him watching her and dropped back to walk beside him, suddenly unnerved by the perusal.  Her track record with relationships wasn't the greatest.  She had no idea how to flirt, or how to let a man know she found him attractive. And she was *definitely* attracted to one Horatio Caine.  How to go about telling him?  Or maybe she shouldn't... maybe she had misread everything and he was simply concerned for her health and well-being.  Yes, that was probably it.  She pulled her hair back and clipped it at the base of her neck, leaving the straight black ponytail hanging to her waist.

Horatio felt the need to run his fingers through her hair and let it loose but stopped himself. "Sounds like a good plan. You can read if you like until we get there." He handed her the textbook his hand just brushing hers. He caressed her hand as he let got of the book and moved forward to push the elevator button.

Molly felt a shock, mild but definite, at the touch of his hand against hers.  What was *wrong* with her?  Lust was one thing, okay, it was a *big* thing, but *not* with Horatio.  For one thing, she wasn't into the whole "casual sex" scene, and she suspected he wasn't either.  She couldn't very well say "Hey, Horatio, how's about we get naked?"  Even if that *was* what she was imagining.  Oh, God, just let me get through this without making a fool of myself, she thought in a panic.  "Great.  I think I might just have the profile here at my fingertips," she murmured as she opened the book. Look at the book, look at the wall, look at anything but *him*... or she just might be in big trouble.

Horatio placed his sunglasses on and watched her out of the corner of his eyes. He smiled to himself as he noticed her nervous review of the textbook. "Good then maybe after dinner I can take you home to bed." He moved forward into the elevator and looked over at her waiting.

Molly dropped the book.  Her face was scarlet as her wide eyes met his sunglasses and then the scarlet became crimson as she knelt down to retrieve the text.  She tore her eyes away quickly; with those *DAMNED* sunglasses on she couldn't tell what he was really thinking!  God she had a filthy mind... surely he was only saying he would take her home, to her home, so she could get some sleep.  After all, everyone who knew him said Horatio didn't flirt. She had a sudden intense urge to just tear those bloody sunglasses off his face, but she mastered it quickly.  He was *so* *not* flirting with her!  He *couldn't* be!

"Molly," Horatio looked at her from the elevator. "You need to be on the elevator before it can leave." He licked his lips then smiled softly as he motioned that she should join him. "Unless of course you would like me to carry you down to the car?" He raised an eyebrow in amusement behind his sunglasses.

Molly raised her chin defiantly and stepped into the lift, keeping her composure by sheer willpower and determined not to let him know how much he was getting under her skin.  The close confines of the elevator, however, were working against her.  Again she could just barely detect that cologne, and it was driving her mad.  She forced her mind away from it.  "My legs work just fine, Horatio Caine," she said flippantly.  "So you don't need to carry me anywhere."  Except maybe to bed, but she managed to get her jaw clamped shut before the words could escape.  "I really need to be working on this bloody profile... I'm sure I've seen it before."  Safer, yes, much safer to talk about work.  It might keep her rebellious imagination from running away with her.

Horatio pulled off his sunglasses and smiled at her. "I thought that the topic of work was off limits?" He moved behind her and looked at the book over her shoulder his hand coming up to steady hers. He caressed her fingers absently. "But just to clear your head of this what are you looking for?"

God, what those eyes did to her... and having him so near without being able to touch him the way she wanted to was driving her right up the wall.  She wanted to move away, she wanted to turn around and kiss him, she wanted so many things... and she didn't dare do any of them.  She forced her attention back to her text.  "Off limits, yes, during dinner," she said with a soft laugh.  "But right now, I need to think about this.  Look at the entry for the Mower Man.  Same exact pattern as our killer, allowing for differences in technology.  No need to place an ad in the paper these days; the 'Net has really made things easier for the bad guys."  His breath on her neck, his fingers touching hers... She couldn't think clearly.  "Horatio," she began, but what she had meant as a mild rebuke came out in a whisper of longing...

Horatio took her chin in his hand and turned her so that he could kiss her gently. His arm snaked around her waist and molded her body back against his. "Molly," his voice was a whisper against her lips. He could feel the heat that he had been holding in check these last few months begin to burn him from the inside out.

Molly couldn't think.  His kiss was everything she had imagined, tender, demanding, gentle, and extremely passionate all rolled into one package. She felt her knees turning to jelly and clung to him for support, one hand twining into his hair to hold him close as she kissed him back, the hunger she had been stifling since she met him finally set free.  She wanted him, wanted all of him, and she put it into her kiss, hoping he would understand and deliver.

Horatio pulled away gently his eyes warm on hers. "Soon." His voice was filled with promise as he knelt down and picked up the forgotten textbook and handed it to her. His became normal as the door to the elevator opened. "So you think that's the type of person we're dealing with this time?" He put his sunglasses on and smiled at her reassuringly.

Molly took the text back and grinned at him.  "I'm positive.  Look at the evidence.  All the victims are within the same age range, they're all single moms needing someone to do the yardwork.  Can't be the real Mower Man, he was executed three years ago.  But it's most definitely someone who's studied his methods intensely."  She followed him out of the elevator and almost ran into Calleigh, who was watching them both with a look of amusement.

Molly felt her cheeks redden again when Calleigh handed Horatio a handkerchief.  "You been drinking that pink lemonade again, handsome?" she chuckled.

Horatio took the handkerchief with a smile. "Yes, thank you Callie. I will available via beeper if you need me. I'm making sure our profiler eats for once." He wiped the lipstick from his mouth. "You had mentioned that she opted out of going to lunch with you today didn't you?" He reminded Callie of her concern for her friend.

Calleigh nodded and tipped Molly a discreet wink.  "Yes, she did," she replied saucily.  "It's about time someone took her in hand."  She waved as she headed into the waiting elevator.  "I was just on my way to the Lab with the latest casings.  I'll let you know what I find."  But not until morning, she thought mischievously.

Molly fought to control the attack of the giggles she could feel coming on. No, pink lemonade was certainly not Horatio's color!  She took refuge in the textbook once more because she was certain if she looked at him she would start giggling like a loon.

"Well I always try to make certain all my people take care of themselves." Horatio motioned that Molly should proceed him again to the hummer. He ignored the sly look that Callie gave him knowing that she would keep what she'd seen to herself unless it caused a problem in the office later. "So what kind of meat do you prefer?"

Molly couldn't help it.  She wasn't one who could keep a straight face once King Laugh came to call; she was shaking with the effort of holding her laughter in until they were alone in the parking lot, where it escaped and rang merrily out into the cool evening breeze.  "I'm sorry," she giggled as she tried to stop.   "Just the sight of you wearing my lipstick, and then asking me what kind of meat I like..." She was gone again; she almost couldn't breathe for the laughter.  "I'm sorry, it just struck me the wrong way."  Tears were running out of the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard.  "I have such a filthy mind."

Horatio just smiled at her and opened the hummer door for her. He didn't say a word until their were both in the hummer. He turned to her with a smile. "How do you know that I hadn't meant to make you laugh?" He leaned in and kissed her deeply his hand moving slowly down her arm to her waist.

Molly leaned into the kiss, letting all her inhibitions fall away.  She wanted this, God how she wanted this!  She had been captivated by him since the first sight of him; that he seemed to share her feelings was a big bonus.  Finally she drew back.  "We'd better get ourselves out of the lot, though, or people will talk," she said apologetically.

Horatio chuckled and nodded. "Now in seriousness do your prefer chicken or shrimp?" He started the hummer and was able to get the going without any incident. He glanced at her using the mirror next to her as an excuse to check traffic.

"Dealer's choice," Molly replied evenly.  "Remember, I work for the FBI.  I seldom get a chance to eat what I like; it's usually something fast food between scenes.  I'm sure you can relate to that.  As a result, I'm extremely flexible."  She gave a glance at his profile, noting the firmness of his jaw, the incredible character of his face.  "Sorry," she said again when she realized she was staring.  "Guess I'm too into my work.  I was profiling you."  She gave him a sunny smile.

Horatio chuckled and nodded at her, "So what do you see in my profile?" He turned off onto the highway going toward their destination as quickly as he could. "After all being a profiler is part of who you are Molly. I don't expect you to change that. I wouldn't want you to. Although I'm surprised you never drew up a profile for me before this."

"What I see as a professional is someone entirely devoted to his work, who takes little time for himself.  You see yourself as the protector of those who can't protect themselves, the one who is responsible for seeing justice is done.  It's a little daunting, to be honest."  Molly gave a soft laugh. "You've set yourself up as some kind of, I don't know, superhero type, taking all the burdens on yourself and being strong for everyone else.  Who is strong for you, Horatio Caine?  Who do you lean on when the world becomes too much?"  She had noticed it about him, noticed his restraint, his habit of remaining aloof, of allowing no one in.  What made her different?  She didn't know, but whatever it was, she was glad she had it.  "Even the strongest man will break eventually," she said softly as she took his hand in hers and pressed it to her cheek.

He squeezed her hand gently. "I'd like to think there is more to me then a superhero complex." His voice was teasing as he turned the hummer into his garage. "So if I made a mix of chicken and shrimp you wouldn't be upset?" He turned off the hummer and pulled her hand to his mouth. He kissed each finger softly then placed a kiss in the palm of her hand.

"Oh, there is *definitely* more to you than a superhero complex," she murmured.  "Kind, gentle, and yet passionate about what you believe to be right.  Not afraid to be human, to make mistakes.  Willing to take responsibility for said mistakes, which is a trait that's fast becoming obsolete."  She held his gaze, willing him to see himself as she saw him. "You seem to follow the way of the warrior, in philosophical *and* realistic terms.  Courage, honor, self-discipline, and simple living.  These things above all."  She was quoting, but she couldn't remember who.  It was almost certainly something her father had taught her.  "It's called bushido, the way of the warrior.  It's an ancient Eastern philosophy."  She was trying to calm her racing pulse; those lips of his were working a lot of mischief on her mind.  She shivered slightly.

He smiled at her and let go. "Come on. I've got to pull out the meat for dinner. I thought you might enjoy a home cooked meal." He unlocked the door to the town house and opened it for her. "Perhaps you can create a more detailed profile if you see how I live?" He winked at her his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Molly was having to exert all her control not to just drag him inside and attack him.  Damn, but he was a sexy man and that smile was simply devastating.  "A man who can cook, too... lord, I've died and gone to heaven."  She smiled at him to show she was teasing as she looked around the townhouse.  "Simple, elegant... it suits you."  Heaven forefend if he ever saw her place.  She tried to live a simple life, but it wasn't easy with the BAU.  She was always well groomed, well dressed; but her home suffered the hectic pace of her lifestyle.  Since she had moved out of her dad's, anyway. Maybe she needed a housekeeper...

She wandered around the living room as he went to the kitchen, her fingers trailing near several objects, yet not quite touching.  This was his space, and she didn't want to intrude upon it unnecessarily.  All in all, it was a very soothing space, very simple, very elegant, and very male.  Very much like Horatio.

Horatio smiled to himself. "It helps that I have a cleaning woman come in about once a week." He moved into the kitchen and stuck his head into the freeze to cool off as he pulled to packages of meat and frozen vegetables to thaw. He came out to the living room and watched her for a moment. "Molly," His voice was soft as he moved toward her quickly.

Molly turned at the sound of his voice and caught her breath.  "Cleaning women are great," she said softly as she met those mesmerizing blue eyes with her own green ones.  "Just ask anyone in the Bureau.  I need to get one."  She forced out a tiny laugh; having him so close to her was making it incredibly hard to think straight.  All she wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms, to be kissed senseless, to give everything to him.  She could, she knew she could; but what did he really want from her?  No, he wasn't the one night stand type... and neither was she.  If this happened, it would be moving into new territory for both of them; was that something he wanted to do?  She couldn't force it, either.  She, who had never had a successful relationship, was contemplating further than the next morning?  She must be mad.  And it was his fault; all he had to do was smile and she turned into Jell-O.

Horatio took her by the hand pulled her close to him. He looked down at her lips mesmerized. "Let's see if they really taste like pink lemonade." He took her mouth and kissed her deeply. One hand moved to hold her to him while the other moved up into her hair and released it. He groaned softly at the feel of her in his arms.

Molly melted against him, opening her lips to his as she felt him draw the clip from her hair.  Her hands roamed across his back, getting a feel for the firm muscle there, feeling her way across his strength.  Her eyes closed against the onslaught on her senses; she was drowning in the feel of his kiss, the scent of him, all spicy and warm, the feel of his skin against hers where his hand rested under her shirt, the taste of him kissing her, flavored with the coffee they both seemed to thrive on, everything about him was crashing about her and she couldn't resist.  She didn't even want to.  A soft moan escaped at what he was making her feel; she had never been kissed like this, not once in her life, not even in her dreams.

Horatio groaned at the feel of her against him. His shifted so that she could feel what she was doing to him. "Molly," He gasped as her hands moved over him. He shook his head as a phone rang. He swore mentally as he reached for his phone only to find that it wasn't his. He looked at her chagrined.

Molly groaned in frustration as she grabbed the little phone.  "Gideon," she answered breathlessly.  Please, God, don't be important, don't call me away now...

"Hey kid, how are things?" Jason voice smiled at her through the phone line. "Just finished a case thought I'd catch and see how your doing."

Horatio moved back took off his jacket and made a motion of pouring a drink at her.

Molly nodded back firmly.  "Uh, hi, Dad," she said easily.  "Things are great, thanks.  Um, Dad, this really isn't a good time, I'm... well, I'm at a friend's house."  She winced; her father was *not* stupid.  Hopefully he would think she was at Calleigh's.

Jason chuckled, "Well I just thought I'd check in. Wouldn't have wanted you to think that your old dad lost your phone number."

Horatio poured two small glasses of whiskey as he watched her talk to her father. He smiled at her as he returned to her side with the glasses.

Molly took the glass from Horatio with a rich smile and shaped "Thank you" soundlessly.  "Honest, Dad, I'm not going to break if you don't check on me every other day," she laughed softly.  "I have to admit, I was afraid for a minute it was an assignment.  Glad to find out it wasn't."  Did he know? Would he disapprove?  Did she care?  Her mind was whirling, and the only clear thought she had was getting off the phone so she could throw herself shamelessly at Horatio.  "Glad to know you're okay, too."  Something in his voice finally penetrated the happy haze she was in.  His good humor sounded forced somehow.  "Sounds like it was rough.  You okay?"  She came crashing back to earth quickly.

"Everything is all right kiddo; I just hadn't talked to you for a week is all." He chuckled and realized that Hotch was waving for his attention. "I have to go Molly. You take care." He paused for a moment before he hung up. "And tell Horatio that if he hurts my little girl I'll have his head."

Molly stared at the now silent phone, her mouth hanging open in a very unbecoming fashion.  That old... *how* had he known?  She had said *nothing.*  Damn.

She knocked back the whiskey quickly, holding it out for a refill.  "You may want one, too.  He gave me a message for you, the old... he said to tell you that if you hurt his little girl, he'll have your head."  She gave it a moment's reflection.  "He's fishing, Horatio.  He can't have known."

Horatio chuckled and smiled at her. "Molly, your father already delivered that message months ago when he noticed my interest in you before." He took the glass from her and set them both down. He took her hand and pulled her closer to him. "Now where were we?" He began to kiss her palm.

Molly felt like her brain had short circuited.  "That is so nice," she murmured.  "You've been interested all this time?  I never knew!"  But she couldn't stay angry at him, not even for a minute.  She let her eyes close against the sensations just one kiss on her palm brought her.  God, what he did to her... why had she wasted so much time?

He smiled into her hand and pulled her to him again. He took her mouth with his again but left to trail kisses over her collar bone. "Molly." His voice was urgent against her throat. He moved a hand to trace a circle on her back. He moved against her and his body throb with need.

Molly felt her skin burn where his lips trailed across her skin and her hands quickly worked under his shirt, needing to feel his skin against her questing fingers.  She held him against her tightly, feeling his need, answering it with her own, raining her own kisses across whatever part of him she could reach.  She would let him set the pace; a tiny portion of her mind was trying to reason with her, to tell her she shouldn't, that he would only be like the others, but she silenced it quickly.  There was no comparison between Horatio Caine and the boys she had dated before.  He was all man, and she wanted him.  Dimly she realized that he had power over her because of her need, but she no longer cared.  Soft sighs of need escaped from her as she twined one hand into his hair, the other skating lightly over his bare skin.

Horatio pulled back and looked at her closely. "Molly, Are you certain?" His hand moved to unbutton her blouse and paused as he waited for her to let him know if it was all right to continue. "You call the shots, Mol." His eyes were liquid with passion but his normal restrained nature held him in check for her.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice thick with the passion he stirred in her. "I'm sure... please..."  She couldn't form the words she wanted; she trusted him, trusted him with her very life, it seemed.  He would never hurt her, not intentionally.  And if he left her, she would still have the memories of this night to treasure.  "Horatio..."

Horatio smiled at her his eyes warm and liquid as he moved forward and kiss his way to her now bare breasts. He took one of the tender nubs between his lips and suckled while one hand moved to help her fully out of her shirt and the other held her so that he could drink from her fully. He blow softly over the nub and then took it gently between his teeth.

Molly almost fainted at the intensity of her response.  God, she wanted him! She writhed against his restraining grip, trying to convey with her body how much she enjoyed his caresses, his touch, the feel of his lips against her skin, everything.  Quickly her fingers went to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them quickly to brush her hands across the sensitive skin of his chest, trying to respond in kind to his burning touch.  She wanted to please him, was desperate to please him.  She managed to get his shirt off his shoulders and pulled him to her again, kissing him wildly.

Horatio groaned as he held her to him. He moved to the couch and laid her back down as removed the rest of her clothing leaving her gloriously nude on his couch. He smiled as he began to move his hands lightly over her. His fingers slowly teasing her nipples before dipping between her legs to tickle them open so he could view her fully. He kept murmuring her name as his lips followed where his fingers had just visited. He knelt between her legs and breathed gently on her clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it gently as he slipped a single finger into her.

Molly cried out softly at the feel of his lips against her, the way his tongue touched her so intimately, they way his fingers could wring such pleasure from her body.  She had never felt such pleasure, never felt less self-conscious in her life.  Her hands found their way back to him, running through his hair, feeling the silk of the strands under her questing fingers.  Her breath was coming in short gasps as she felt the pleasure building toward release, but she wanted him inside her when it happened. "Please..."  She was completely shameless in her need, and she didn't care. "Horatio... please..."

Horatio smiled against her slowly shook his head. "You first molly. I want to see you and hear you. Give me your pleasure Mol." He licked her then his tongue entering her before returning to work on her clit. He slipped two more fingers into her and used his thumb on her as he sucked harder on her clit. His other hand moved up to trace her lips. "Show me molly." His voice was urgent with need.

Molly let herself fall over the edge, crying out and bucking her hips against him as the pleasure took her, feeling like she was splintering into a thousand tiny pieces, all of them connected to that one sweet spot he was tormenting.  She rode it out, her cries dwindling to soft gasps, and still she wanted more.  She wanted to feel him inside her, she wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given her, she wanted... she was no longer sure what would be enough.  She felt utterly spent, but she wanted more.  Slowly she moved her hands downward over his shoulders, urging him back up to her lips, kissing him wildly and then moving downward slowly, nibbling and licking her way toward the prize.  She listened carefully to his own sounds of pleasure, using them to gauge what he liked, until she finally had him totally nude as well.  One hand closed around him and she stroked him gently before taking him into her mouth.

Horatio groaned as she moved over him. Moved one hand to trace her face as he watched her eyes. "Molly, god." He throb in her mouth but didn't cum. He held himself still allowing her to explore where she would. "This is for you Molly." He moved his hand into her hair and messaged her scalp as he fought the urge to pull her down onto him. He could tell that she hadn't taking a man in this way before. He tossed his head back and closed his eyes in pleasure.

Molly took him deep inside her mouth, all the while watching his face, taking delight in the pleasure she found there, and began a rhythmic action, bobbing up and down on him, tickling his sac while she worshipped him with her mouth.  And he was wrong; it was no longer just about her, no matter what he had intended.  She wanted to pleasure him as much as he had pleasured her, and she knew from the sounds he was making and the way he was holding absolutely still that she was succeeding.  She took him deeper into her mouth, letting the tips of her fingers skate across the bare skin of his thighs while she slowly raised herself up to catch the look in his eyes. Tell me what you want, she pleaded silently as she continued to suck, stroke, and fondle him.  Give me what I gave you, all your pleasure.
Horatio couldn't hold himself anymore. He warned her with his eyes as he held her head with both hands his cock going deep in her mouth and releasing his load. He grunted as he came hard in her mouth. He pulled her up so that he could kiss her deeply. His fingers reaching to touch her clit again in an attempt to give her more pleasure. He could feel his cock growing again as he moved her so that she was above him. His eyes asked permission as his fingers still worked on her clit.

Molly eagerly swallowed what he gave her and melted against him when he kissed her.  His touch on her was, if anything, more intense than the first time and she sighed softly as her eyes slipped closed.  "Please..."  She no longer knew what she was asking for.  She only knew that he could make them whole, make them one, and she wanted it more than anything she had ever wanted in her life.  For the first time, her body was singing in pleasure, and she never wanted it to end.  "Please..."  The word was little more than a whisper.

Horatio moved her so that his cock was just below her. He pulled his fingers out of the way pulled his cock and used it to play with her clit a little more. "You like that Molly?" His voice was breathless as he grinned savagely at her. Before she could answer he moved so that the tip of his cock was just pushing at her and then he pulled her down onto his full length and held her there not moving for a few moments. He slowly pulled out till just the tip was in her and then moved in again. He grunted softly his eyes never leaving her face. he slipped a finger between her lips and played with her tongue as his other hand took one of hers and pulled it down to play with her clit. "Show me Molly."

Molly was beyond words. The pleasure was so intense! She felt full, felt... she had no words. Never had she felt this wild, this wanton. She moved against him, letting instinct guide her, and held his eyes with her own until she felt them slipping closed against the sensations she was feeling. She felt like she was about to explode.

Horatio thrust into her once more and released as he pulled her mouth down to his. He kissed her deeply his tongue wrapping around hers as he held her hips tight to him. He throbbed in her harder then he had before. He moaned her name into her mouth. As his hand played over her clit again. "Come on darling, cum for me." He whispered softly.

Molly nearly screamed as it took her. She could feel him throbbing inside her and his touch on her sent her over the edge. She collapsed against him, sated, tremors shaking her slender frame until she finally gave way to exhaustion and curled up nestled in his arms to sleep.

Horatio remained awake for a time, watching her sleep, that small smile playing over his face. Then, finally, he slept as well, holding her tightly against him.
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