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Proof of Existence	By : CainesSparkly Category: 1 through F > CSI: Miami Views: 2639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Miami, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: We all know I don’t own CSI: Miami or any of its characters; the great and wonderful CBS, Jerry Bruckheimer, and a few others I’m sure I’ve forgotten do and we should all worship them for giving us such wonderful characters to play with. Mara Hohlman, however, does belong to me and I’d like to be consulted before she’s used elsewhere.
Author’s Note: I am playing fast and loose with vampire legends here… any similarity to other works is purely unintentional. This story is set in an alternate universe… and I don’t think there are any spoilers.
Archive: If you want it, take it, but please tell me where my baby will be. I can be reached at djsparkles@insightbb.com.
Chapter Two

Mara Hohlman growled as she slammed the door to her apartment. How *dare* he refuse her? How had he found the strength?
She grabbed up a vase and was about to throw it when some semblance of control returned. Dear God, what was she doing? She, who had sworn never again to treat mortals as prey, had done just that. She, who had sworn never to feed from an unwilling victim, had almost betrayed herself and taken him.
She started to shake and sank fearfully onto the elegant antique sofa. What was happening to her? Her control had never been so bad. She had even threatened him! She must be losing what sanity she’d managed to hang onto for all these years.
She needed to feed, but she didn’t have the time or the strength to go out again. This wasn’t good.
She still had the connection with Caine; she could call him. She had been in his mind, clouded it, and then linked again; she could call him and he would come. Or would he? The man had the strongest mind she had ever encountered. Still… the question burned at her. Maybe she could do a little long-distance feeding, get enough strength to hold her until she could feed properly.
She sent a little tendril of thought to him, and got a rather confused response. Good, he was sleeping; that would make this easier. She intensified her call just slightly.
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Horatio stirred slightly in his sleep. His dreams were troubled, but he couldn’t seem to wake. He walked along dark corridors, uncertain of what he was searching for, knowing only he would understand when he found it.
The corridor stretched endlessly before him and he took a step, then another. One hand went to his side where his weapon usually rested, only to find the space empty. The thought disturbed him.
Obviously he was supposed to try to find his way through the maze without aid, but he wished he knew why. What was he looking for?
A sound ahead of him drew his attention and he took a cautious step. “Who’s there?” he called softly.
A figure stepped into the dim light, but he couldn’t make out anything other than the feminine outline. She drifted just out of reach, and he stepped forward to try and identify her.
Dark hair billowed around her face, pale grey eyes met his own. He stopped, his hand half upraised. “Mara? What –“
She raised her fingertips to his lips, silencing him. “It’s only a dream, Horatio, only a dream,” she whispered. “Let yourself go. Enjoy the dream.”
“This… doesn’t feel like a dream, Mara.” Caine wasn’t sure why, but he was still resisting her. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to; the glimpses he was getting of what lay beneath her billowing draperies were certainly tantalizing.
“But it is a dream, nonetheless, brave one,” she murmured as she pressed herself against him. Her hands slipped behind his neck to play with his hair and she raised her face to his. “Kiss me, Horatio.” She nibbled on his lower lip.
Caine’s body was reacting to her, even if his mind wasn’t. Was it a dream? He wasn’t sure. But her hands in his hair felt wonderful, soothing and exciting at the same time. He put his arms around her.
Blue eyes met grey, unafraid. “Tell me what you want from me,” he demanded angrily as he grasped her wrists in his hands and forced her back against the wall. He held her hands above her head and pressed himself against her, holding her in place with his greater height and weight. “Tell me what you want.”
“But I want you, of course,” she purred. She seemed supremely unconcerned that he outweighed her and had her at a disadvantage. “You are a challenge, Horatio Caine. You are a strong man, very strong; but I tell you again that strength will mean nothing one day. Again I offer you my protection; which will, by necessity, include those you care about.”
“Why would we need protection, Mara?” Even in his dreams he would safeguard his people. “The truth.”
“Because you are not only of interest to me, caro,” she replied evenly. “Such a strong human is of interest to many of my kind. I would allow you to remain yourself, where they would not. They would break you, use you, and then kill you. And then they would do the same to your friends. Will you allow that to happen?”
“I can’t stop it if I don’t know the whole story, Mara,” he ground out. Her lips were within his reach, he could lean forward half an inch and kiss her… Resolutely he drew his mind back to where it belonged, even if it was a dream. “What do you mean, your kind? Start talking.”
“Surely you have puzzled it out by now? My brave Horatio, so afraid to see the truth when it is before him.” Her voice was mocking and she smiled up at him, easily removing herself from his grip and turning the tables, holding him to the wall, one hand on either side of him grasping his wrists with surprising force. Her face had taken on an eerie beauty, almost otherworldly, and tiny fangs peeked from between her lips. “Is it this that you cannot accept? The possibility that there are things in the world that make no logical sense, have no proof of their existence except what your senses tell you? What you cannot prove, you do not believe?”
“Vampires don’t exist. You said it yourself, Mara, it’s just a dream. A nightmare, maybe, but just a dream. Anything can happen in a dream.” Horatio couldn’t accept it. A dream, it was a dream, and he’d wake from it sooner or later. He didn’t resist her hold on him. “So stop trying to frighten me with impossibilities.”
“Then if this is nothing more than a dream, why will you not abandon yourself to it? So rigidly controlled, so strong… do you not yearn to lose control, even for a moment? Lose yourself in the dream, Horatio.” Her voice was low, seductive. “Lose yourself in the dream, lose control for a time. If it is but a dream, there would be no repercussions, correct? Give yourself over to me, let me show you the passion you struggle so to control.”
“I…” His head was spinning; her voice was doing things to him, so soft, so seductive. He wondered if she would be as passionate as her words promised, wondered what it would be like to lose himself in her, if only in a dream.
Her hands slowly traveled upward from his wrists, stroking the skin of his arms lightly, barely touching. Dimly Horatio wondered where his shirt had disappeared to… and then he stopped thinking at all when her fingers began stroking his chest, again so lightly it was barely felt, until she brushed one of his nipples and he groaned. “Mara…”
“Tell me,” she said softly as she kissed him lightly. “Tell me what would bring you pleasure.” Her voice was a bare whisper. Her fingertips skated over his skin, teasing, scratching, soothing, and inflaming him. “Let me show you what I can give to you.”
He couldn’t fight it, no longer wanted to. His skin burned where her fingers rested; she was skating them lower, now across his stomach, now on his thighs… His arms wrapped around her and he kissed her demandingly, noticing in the dim recesses of his mind that she was now also nude, pressed against him in abandon, her heat making his rise even more. His tongue dueled with hers, each seeking dominance over the other, neither yielding.
“Slowly, my beautiful man,” Mara purred when she broke the kiss. “Anticipation can heighten the experience. But I am certain a man of your experience knows this.” She caught and held his eyes, finding no resistance this time.
Suddenly the scenery changed and Horatio found himself in a luxurious soft bed, looking up into her eyes as she crawled up his body. A dream, he reminded himself firmly, nothing but a dream. The things she was doing to him, though, dream or not, were making him hot and achingly hard. He reached for her…
… and she eluded him. She laughed softly as she moved to lay her full length atop him, her skin soft and supple, hot, burning wherever it touched him, which was everywhere. His arms wrapped around her and he rolled them over, holding her tightly to him as he buried his face in her neck, nibbling and kissing his way to her bare breasts where he took in one pink nipple, laving it with his tongue and lips. His hands caressed her skin, never remaining still, moving until he could touch her in the most intimate spot.
She cried out softly, moving in rhythm with his fingers as he continued to worship the rest of her with that talented tongue. Lower and lower he moved, tasting here, nibbling there, finally burying his face in that thick tangle of moist curls. His tongue caressed her, lashed her, and his fingers weren’t idle. He heard her cry out again, not so softly this time, and she tightened her hands in his ginger hair.
He kissed his way back up her body, his restless hands keeping her on the edge, and shifted to a sitting position with her in his lap. No more words passed between them; he licked and nibbled at her collarbone as he slowly thrust into her, keeping the pace just slow enough to deny her release.
Mara, however, had other plans. She increased the pace, keeping her arms around him to hold him close, and sought to catch his eyes once more. Blue met grey and she held him with her gaze, feeling his need for release, and she pressed herself closer to him, if that was possible, her lips finding the juncture between neck and shoulder. She nibbled at it, their pace becoming frantic, and as they both found release, she bit down.
Horatio’s head fell back and he gave her free access to his throat as he came, every muscle locked in spasm from the sheer pleasure of it. Then he tightened his grip on her once more, rolling them to lie side by side in the bed. Still no words passed between them; but as the passion began to fade, rational thought began to return to him and he considered what had just happened.
She kissed him lightly once more. “Sleep, caro,” she whispered. “Let the dream end. Wake in the morning with no harm done.”
He slept.
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