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One of these nights	By : Fel5 Category: CSI > Het - Male/Female Views: 1766 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-One of these nights
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A prompt started by Herves Vuin; I merely added the smut. This whole story was made
purely for the fun of it, so don�t go looking for a plot. You might, however,
keep a tissue at hand * cough* Oh dear, where�d that come from? *smirk * Wendy,
Hodges, an empty lab�questions, anybody?
As always,
I don�t own anything. If I did, Wegdes would be living in a house with six kids
and having wild monkey sex hanging from the ceiling.

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One of these nights

The evening shift started as it always had, with everyone out scurrying around
like the proverbial headless chickens on one call or another. God...wasn't he
the lucky one, to be stuck in his wonderful lab all alone. Ya know, 'cause
that's how he liked it, just good old David Hodges and his lab...and the peace
and quiet.

Then why...over the past year...did it feel so........lonely?

Heaving a big sigh, he mentally shrugged his shoulders. Well, he'd had chances
to have someone in his life...there was the girl downtown in the Prosecutor's
Office. And then there was that pretty little waitress at the Chat-n-chew,
where he would have breakfast some mornings...cause the "in-crowd"
never invited him along. He smiled as he remembered her pert nose
and...damn...then he remembered that there was also that pot-bellied truck
driver who insisted David was a closet gay man and offered to "show him
what he was missing". Shuddering, he turned his thoughts to his lab
partner Wendy. Sadness flitted across his features for a brief moment before
his mask slipped easily back into place.

"Come on old man, she wasn't for you, and you knew that." he
whispered to himself as he pulled on a fresh pair of rubber gloves and set up
the last test for the night...er...early morning. Concentrating on what he was
doing, his thoughts went back to the case that involved the Space Convention
that they both attended and, working side by side, solved. He had seen a whole
new side to the walnut haired tech, and by God...he'd fallen even more in love.
She had astonished him by asking him out for drinks a week later, but by
then...he'd let his brain do the thinking...and chickened out.

Deep in his thoughts, he didn't realize that the "quiet lab" had
grown utterly silent around him. Lights grew dim, and from somewhere a disc
player began a haunting sax duet that sent shivers up his spine even before his
brain registered a single note. Coming to his senses slowly, he
smelled...candles, vanilla...and cinnamon. A mouthwatering combination that
reminded him of Wendy...god, she smelled of that all the time! Following his
nose, and ears as he heard the sweet melodies, he tracked it down to the break
room, and paused...gaping at the open door.

Wendy stood at a table filled to the brink with a mouth watering display of
food, breads and pastries. She wore an apron and...and...she walked around the
table and stalked toward him. The blood ran out of his brain and made a beeline
straight to his crotch. "Hey handsome..." she purred into his ear as
she lightly bit the lobe then laved it with her tongue. "You hungry?"

He stared at her in awestruck amazement. How should he answer that? She turned
and walked toward the table, putting an extra little sway into her hips...and
he was afforded the first glimpse at the most perfectly luscious ass he would
ever see in his life. For the little apron was all she was wearing.
A low growl was the only warning she got; in the blink of an eye Wendy found herself with
her back pressed snug against one David Hodges; her left arm and waist
encircled by his strong forearm and his right hand clutching her right wrist.
�What..is the meaning of this?� he snarled; a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers up
and down the brunette�s spine. Standing perfectly still, she hushed,
�Breakfast, of course. What else should it be?�
Hodges� voice almost dropped an octave, as he drove his left hand up and down over the
flimsy cloth of the apron, his thumb ever so lightly brushing the underside of her firm breasts, and replied,
�Funny. From where I stood it almost looked like a porn shot.�
The hand grew bolder, gently caressing one breast, causing Wendy to gasp in delight.
�If that were so, then the male lead has just entered.� David gave a snort.
�Not so much entered as made his appearance. About the entering..�
Nimble fingers glid under the apron and tweaked one slightly erect nipple until it stiffened
into a hard pebble.
�You sure y�want this? Because there�s no stopping me once I get going.� Wendy moaned,
tilted her head back and offered him her throat. Immediately Hodges attacked it, nibbling, suckling, kissing, licking his way up and down the tan skin, teeth gracing the pulsing vein beneath the smooth skin.
Wendy began to gently rock her hips back and forth�chocolate eyes flew wide open in
surprise, when she felt the hardness pressing against her rear cheeks. She snaked her left arm between them, probing, searching for the erection she felt underneath the lab coat�
�Not ..so fast.� David firmly took hold of her free hand and gently coaxed it to her front, forcing it underneath her apron and, pressing his larger palm against her small hand, rubbed it against her vulva.
Wendy�s knees buckled at the lewd display of raw power and desire; David intertwined
their fingers and began to roll her clit between them.
The whimper, which escaped her throat, only managed to fuel the trace tech�s lust.
He returned the bite to the earlobe before sealing her lips with his own and plunging his
tongue down her throat.
The combined odours of the delicacies along with her own taste made Hodges groan with pleasure; it was a heedy, dangerous mixture that shattered whatever inhibitions he still had.
Off came his lab coat; his tongue never once interrupting the ministrations to her mouth. Next was his plaid shirt; Hodges didn�t even take notice of the three buttons that came off and clickered to the floor before his hands were around Wendy�s waist again.
Gently steering her towards the couch, he continued to plunder her delicate lips before giving her tongue a few parting licks and affectionately rubbing his cheek against hers.
She sighed, as she felt her knees touch the rim of the couch and was bent forwards. She
gulped, put on such indecent display, and felt his hard, ravenous gaze on her exposed crotch. The unmistakeable sound of a zipper being undone made her shiver in anticipation.
Hodges breathed in her scent, then trailed her swollen folds with his fingertips.
Wendy keened and dropped her head when one finger was pushed into her, knuckle-deep,
and she spread her legs a little wider, supporting herself on her hands and tiptoeing. Such a shameless invitation didn�t go unheeded by David. Driving his finger in and out of her wet pussy, he made sure to go deep enough to fan her lust, but not so far as to actually bring her any release. Once his hand came away glistening with her moistness, he removed his hardened member from its
confines, slickened it with Wendy�s juices and positioned the tip of his erection at her entrance.
The brunette trembled, as she felt the heat of his flesh against her own, beads of
sweat forming on her brow; her entire body aching to be touched, claimed,
ravaged�
David entered her in one swift, almost brutal shove, burying himself to the hilt
inside her, and Wendy gave a strangled sob, as she finally felt herself being stretched and filled to her limits.
He just stood there, breathing hard, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he was actually, really inside the woman of his dreams, and slowly, deliberately pulled his cock out again, careful not to move too fast or else the fun would end before it had really begun. He repeated those slow, gentle motions three, four, eight times over, before taking firm hold of Wendy�s narrow hips and
pushing in in earnest.
Again, she gave a small, needy wail, and he followed suit; aiming to give her satisfaction. In and out he pistoned, picking up both speed and force, inbetween rolling his hips and letting his member dance inside her.
She was pleading, begging now, resting her forearms on the couch�s headrest, she sought
to make him go deeper, faster, when his hands moved up her body and his tongue trailed liquid fire up her spine.
�God, please, David..!� He merely grunted in acknowledgment as he pushed her long,
auburn tresses aside and bit down on her neck. Wendy choked on her squeal and
cried out in pleasure, when his hands cupped her breasts and expertly began to
pinch and tweak her nipples into pleasure-pain filled buds of ecstasy.
�Please, please David, don�t..don�t stop, please..� David�s answer consisted of a
course, hungry growl; his teeth never ceasing their hold on her delicate throat. He could feel his balls tightening, pulling up against his body and knew he wouldn�t last that much longer. Releasing the muscular flesh from his jaw, he straightened and rumbled,
�Come for me, Wendy. Come hard. Show me how much you like what I�m doing to you.�
Wendy shivered; never had she heard David�s voice hold such a dark, sinister,
thouroughly demanding quality. Something inside her clicked; a deep, primal, feral part of herself that sent her spiraling out of control and gave her a soul-shattering orgasm.
David�s eyes rolled back in his head, as Wendy clenched down tight around him,
triggering his release and milking him for all it was worth, as he threw his head back and roared in completion.
Stars swarmed before his eyes, his blood rushed in his ears, as he leaned forwards to
embrace the sobbing, trembling, crying Wendy in his arms-

�What on earth are you doing?!?�
Hodges almost fell off his chair at the exclamation.
Trying to regain his balance and dignity he looked up �and into the more than unnerved
face of one Wendy Simms.
One fully dressed, not at all sexually worn-out Wendy Simms.
Who held a paper napkin in her outstretched hand which, on closer inspection, happened to
be wrapped around a cream-filled cinnamon bun.
So that�s where the scent had come from. Damn him and his nose.
Wendy scowled.
�What happened? I asked, if you were hungry and you just �zone out completely and
start drooling all over the whole table! What�s wrong with you?�
She narrowed one eye, then held up a hand to halt his protest.
�No, don�t tell, lemme guess: your mind wandered again, didn�t it?�
David merely rubbed his hands over his face.
How was he supposed to answer that?
The DNA tech regarded him for a moment, then asked,
�Care to share?�
He merely gave her a level gaze.
�Fine,� she shrugged, placing the bun on the table before him,
�be that way.�
She turned and stalked towards the exit, but turned in the door and said in a sweet, sultry voice, �And yes, my apron has white laces.�
With that, she left and Hodges groaned aloud.
This was going to be one long, hard night.

Fin

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*grin * Oh yeah, I�d pay serious money to see that happen in the series..no such luck
though. As usual, please review if you liked it. Toodles!^^
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