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Two Weeks In Miami	By : blackbear355 Category: 1 through F > CSI: Miami Views: 1436 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI MIAMI or any of it's characters. I do not make any money from writing this story. I do not own the character of MacGyver. The characters of Julie and her family belong to me.

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CHAPTER TWO
March 24, 1995 (Friday)

JULIE'S SECOND DAY IN MIAMI

HORATIO'S NEW HOUSE GUEST

Horatio went to work.
Julie went to the genealogy library, then to lunch. After a meal of Wendy's chili and crackers, she rode the buses to several different music stores, looking for the lyrics or sheet music to Una Paloma Blanca. She didn't find it anywhere, so she went back to her hotel room for a nap. Afterward, she finished the rest of her lunch, having brought some extra chili back to her room with her. She fooled around with her hair, but couldn't get it just right, so scowling, she braided it into two braids and left it alone.
When Horatio arrived, Julie was flipping through the television channels. She opened the door to find him wonderfully handsome, in grey slacks, a pink shirt, and black loafers. He had left his jacket in his car. She was not unaware of the two top buttons of his shirt, unbuttoned and showing a patch of lightly-tanned skin below his neck. She greeted him, grabbed her wallet, stuffed it into the back pocket of her jeans, and they departed.
Horatio knew of a place in South Miami, so they went there, and took a long walk on the beach, first in one direction, and then in the other.

"Your hair is certainly an interesting shade of red, isn't it."
"My mother always called me a strawberry blonde."
"Will it be alright if I hold your hand again, Horatio Caine?"
"Yes it would." This time, he curled his fingers around her hand, and grasped it firmly.
They ambled along in silence for a few minutes. Suddenly, she stopped and faced him, raised her right hand slowly to his left cheek, up to touch his hair. He stood very still, even inclining his head forward a bit. She lowered her hand slowly, and they contimued walking, still hand in hand. During this brief interlude, she had said nothing.
"---and--you did that--because?"
"I--am not--quite sure, sir," she stammered. "I--I suppose it is because I like your hair."
"Okay," he said, after a pause. "But I just know that there could be more--"
"There could always be more, sir," she said, matter-of-factly, her brow furrowed, as though she had a lot on her mind.
Horatio thought about her words, and put them in the back of his mind for future consideration.
They both regarded a group of sea gulls that were arguing over a small pile of rubble about 30 yards away.
"Do you want to know something that I already know?" She asked him.
"Sure. Make me happy."
"I am--f-feeling good--being with you--I--um--uh--" She turned up toward him, and finally managed to get the words out. "I wish I could touch you more." She looked away, self-conscious.
Her words gave Horatio's heart a tug, and he was not unaware of her almost painful shyness.
"Give it a try." His voice was soft and gentle, and he stood quietly, while she stroked his cheek again, with the back of her hand. She studied his features intently, and he bent forward a little, to make it easier for her.
He enjoyed her gentle touch, and without knowing why, he felt drawn to her. He wondered about these feelings, for they had known each other for only two days.
She withdrew her hand. "Are you happy now?"
"Ecstatic."
They continued their walk, still hand in hand.
She had mentioned her relationship with horses, so, in an effort to communicate, and to keep this shy little lady talking, he said, "You train horses. Have any of your own?"
"I do," was all she said, and turned to look out to sea.
"Foam fillies." She indicated the waves, washing up onto the beach.
"Excuse me?" He followed her gaze.
"Do you see the waves, Horatio Caine? They are like beautiful Arabian horses running out of the sea."
Horatio failed to see anything that looked like horses of any kind, but alright, if that was what she saw, he would humor her. He nodded, and asked, "What else do you see?"
"I see shipwrecks, buried treasure, and mermaids--three of them--named Cathy, Samantha, and Lloyd." Her face turned up to his, with a serious expression, as though she really believed it.
Horatio laughed, raising his eyebrows, and Julie beamed up at him.
After a moment, she began speaking again. "Are you Catholic?"

"That's what I was raised, so--yes."
Julie sighed deeply, as though she had been running. Whether it was a sigh of disappointment, or one of resignation, Horatio did not know. They walked a few steps farther.
"You?" He inquired."
She shook her head. "No."
He waited for her to say more, but she did not, so he just kept walking with her, wondering how he could draw this timid girl out of herself. Well, he supposed, being with her, and holding her hand was a start.
"What is your mother's name?" She asked, in an effort to change the subject. Julie didn't like to talk about religion.
"It is--was--Anna Marie--she died. It was a long time ago."
"Really, sir? Anna Marie--Ann Mary". She gave him a penetrating look. "My mother died a long time ago, as well. Her name was Mary Ann."
Horatio nodded his head.
After a hesitation, Julie continued. "She was murdered."
Horatio could hardly believe what he had just heard. He stopped walking, pulled her closer to himself, and looked down into her face. "Uh--how--um--"
Julie was a little taken aback by his sudden interest. "I--I do not want to talk about it." She pulled her hand from his, and stepped farther away from him. She was suddenly cold and distant.
"--okay--" He was busy processing this new bit of information about her.
She stood in front of him, her back to him, gazing wistfully into the distance. She turned toward him, keeping her eyes lowered, but he could see the hurt in them. He thought he could understand, for his own mother had been murdered, too.
He sensed her distance; he didn't want to lose her now. He reached for her hand to hold it again, and she drew away from him. He froze, not moving.
To his relief, in just a moment, her moodiness seemed to have passed, and she once again, took his hand. Her eyes looked up into his, and he regarded her quietly. She made a move to put her arms around him, but when he began to respond, she pulled back, uncertainly.
Regaining her composure, she spoke. "My mother was born in Ireland."
"So was mine."
Horatio wondered about this girl's shyness. Never had he met such a timid one before. She was even shyer than himself. Without knowing why, he felt drawn to her, protective of her. She seemed somehow, vulnerable, in spite of her hothouse appearance, and worldly countenance. A study in contradictions, to be sure. He was intriqued with her, and her vulnerability brought his protective instincts to the surface.

"Do not tell me your mother's maiden name was Clancy," she said.
"It was Neal--O'Neal, to be precise."
She gave a big sigh of relief, as though a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
So they continued to stroll, hand in hand, as before, and both were lost in their own thoughts. Both were enjoying the company of the other, reveling in the physical closeness, the companionship, the intimacy of just holding hands. Had they only known, the thoughts they were having were much the same.
Julie wondered what it would be like to make love to this beautiful ginger-haired stranger. Did he have any idea how much she enjoyed holding his hand, or how much it meant to her, just being with him? Did he have any concept of what his hand in hers was doing to her? She was outwardly calm, but inside, her hormones were raging.
As for Horatio, he was thinking about how much he desired her, but was afraid of losing his self-control with her. She was so small, and delicate-looking, like a hothouse flower, and he didn't want to hurt her, and he knew how passionate himself could be. And, given her shyness around him, he wanted to be careful not to scare her away, before exploring the possibility of a longer-term affair.

Both had gone without lasting relationships for quite awhile. Both craved closeness, affection, love, and intimacy. Horatio could feel it building up inside him, and he was very aware of her physical presence beside him. He couldn't help but fantasize a little.
Suddenly, Julie turned to him. "I am afraid."
"I know." His voice was low and soft. "Are you afraid of me?"
"A little." Her eyes widened. "But--what if I were to fall in love with you?"
"Would that be so bad?" He was amazed at her perception. He was also a bit disconcerted, as though she could almost tell what he was thinking.
"I--would have to leave you--in two weeks time." She stuttered. "What if--if--I were to fail you in some way? If I could not be what you expect me to be--what if I were to disappoint you? I do not want to do that."
"Honey. Honey, that's not gonnu happen."
"It is not?"
He shook his head, longing to give her a hug, but he held back. It was important to him not to scare this intriquing little enchantress away.
Another minute passed, and she cautiously asked him, "Will you let me kiss you?"
"Ah--nno."
Her disappointment showed, although she tried to hide it. She let go of his hand and stood still, looking toward the sea. "I am ss-sorry, sir." She felt embarrassed, and was sure she had made a fool of herself. "I do not mean to be so pushy."
Horatio did not quite know what to say to her. How could he let her know how much he wanted to be kissed, and to kiss her? He feared his own lack of self-control toward her. He was so afraid. If he took that step with her, what would lie beyond?
Julie seemed to have gotten past the embarrassment, and began talking again. "This is quite different, Horatio Caine. Somehow, it just seems good, and right."
"What seems good and right?"
"You are not pressuring me for sex."
Horatio was dumfounded, and once again, nearly at a loss for words. "You want me to come onto you? Throw you down on the ground and---"
"No. I--I think--I like it. Just being near you. It is enough for me."
Horatio smiled. This girl actually seemed to like him enough to want to hang out with him. He tightened his hand around hers, and they began walking again.
"What about family? You have kids? Brothers? Sisters?"
"Aye. And they love the ocean as much as I do. It is different here, Horatio Caine."
"Hm?"
"The sand."
"Oh?" By now, he had noticed that she was very good at not giving too much detail about herself, in answering his questions. Since he was like that himself, he respected it. She also had a knack for changing the subject to avoid answering, and thus take the conversation off in a different direction, less intrusive.
She stooped to pick up a handful of sand, and stood back up, letting it sift through her fingers. "This--sand--here--is pleasing to the touch. It feels gentle, not rough. Many of the beaches in New England do not have natural sand, you see."
"They transport it in from somewhere and dump it?"
"Aye, they do, for in the wintertime, the tides and currents, and the big storms, wash away the sand on the beach."
"Where do they get the sand from?"
"Well, many times, it is dredged from the ocean itself, or from Long Island Sound. It can be difficult to tell whether or not a New England beach sand is natural."
"We have many types of sand here, and not all of them are white." He stooped to pick up a handful of sand, and she bent down to look at it.
She felt the sand in his hand. "This is powdery, white, squeaky, and clean."
"It's comprised of quartz crystals, shell fragments, and coral limestone."
He explained, "Quartz is produced by the weathering of the continental land masses up north, and it's washed down the rivers into the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico, and carried south, onto the beaches by the tides."
"It is very fine." They stood up again, and once more, she looked out toward the sea, pensively.
"Look over there." He lay his hand lightly on the back of her neck, and pointed into the distance with his other hand. She doubted he was aware of the lightning bolt that went through her. "The wreck of the Half Moon occurred right off that point in 1930. Discovered in 1987. It's now part of the Underwater Archeological Preserve."
"Do you investigate shipwreck crimes?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if someone dies on a ship, I mean--do you--can you go off the land, and onto the ocean, to process a crime scene?"
His hand was still on the back of her neck, and he ever so slightly moved his fingers up, into her hair. "If it's just offshore, it is in our jurisdiction, but in International waters, we work with the Coast Guard. We have to determine whether it was a homicide or the victim died of natural causes." He moved his hand off her neck, but he had left it there just a bit longer than he had really needed to.
Horatio paused to light a cigarette, and he looked down at Julie, who was watching him intently. "I used to smoke two packs a day, but now I'm down to about six cigarettes a day." He spoke in defense of himself, for he had the distinct feeling that she did not approve of smoking. He had already noticed that she was not a smoker.
"The less cancer sticks you smoke, the better you will feel."
He agreed. "I already do--feel better, after cutting back."
She took his hand again, and they continued walking. After a few yards, he turned, and they began walking back toward the direction where his car was parked.
"Cancer sticks, huh." He got rid of it before he had smoked the whole thing. He threw it down on the sand and stepped on it.
Julie watched. Then, with her moccasin, she dug a hole, and manipulated the cigarette butt into it, and deftly covered the hole with sand. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. Again they walked, hand in hand.
She let go his hand, and walked out a few feet, ahead of him. He let his eyes rove up and down her physique and envisioned what she might look like in a two-piece bikini.
She scooped up a piece of shell, turned sideways to look at it, and dropped it back onto the sand. The evening breeze picked up a tendril of her hair, and it wafted lazily. He was still checking her out as she walked back toward him with an easy grace, and she once again took her place by his side. She was looking around, oblivious to his glances. (or so he thought).
"Sexy."
"Where? Who is?" Her head turned around, looking for perhaps a different person whom she had failed to see before.
"You are."
"Indeed, I am not." Her blush turned her face scarlet.
He chuckled to himself.
"I thought you were referring to the view."
"I was." He looked at her intently, and was amused at her embarrassment, and her lack of ego.
In the dusk, the wind picked up, and rustled their hair.
"I think it's time I took you back to the hotel."
She paused a moment before responding. "No, Horatio Caine. Not yet. It is too soon." Her eyes looked away.
"Well--do you wannu go somewhere and get a coffee? Something to eat?"
"I would like that."
"Maybe some fried chicken, or a hamburger?"
"Either one is good." She really didn't care, as long as she could prolong the time she was spending with this wonderful person she hardly knew.
"Okay--a woman who is easy to please."
She gave him a severe look, which developed into a large smile. "I like you, Horatio Caine. You make it easy for me to be happy."
He grinned. "Come on, honey. Let's go eat."
"Sexy, am I?" She gave him a seductive look.
"Oh, you bet."
"You have no idea--oh, never mind." Whatever it was she had planned on saying, she had changed her mind.
"Will you kiss ME, sir?" They were nearing where his car was parked.
He sighed deeply. "I--don't think that's a good idea."
"Why?"
"I'm--uh--afraid I won't be able to stop."
She knitted her brow, digesting this interesting bit of information. "What makes you think you won't?"
"I know."
"Well why would you WANT to stop?" Her eyes twinkled up at him, with a hint of mischief.

He gently mussed her hair, and she did not pull away from him. "Get in the car." His chuckle was full of joy.
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Julie and Horatio were sitting in the cafe booth, one on each side of the table, so that they were facing each other.
"Did you say you did not have to work tomorrow?" She was involved with her scrambled eggs, and it was a casual question.
"Well--um--no, I usually don't work on Saturdays. I try not to." He finished his pork and chicken burrito, and shoved his plate aside, and folded his arms on the table.
He looked at her for a long moment, as she was finishing up her toast and jelly. He noticed how long her eyelashes were. He watched the ins and outs of her breathing, and was aware of the way her pretty western shirt made a snug fit over her breasts. He noticed the way her pearl snaps made a perfect line down the front of her shirt, and wondered how easy it might be to unsnap them.
She neatly stacked her empty plate on top of his, put her napkin meticulously into the plate, both empty cups neatly to the side, and empty jelly containers inside the cups. She raised her turquoise eyes to his, realized he had been watching her, and smiled radiantly. She folded her hands on the table.
He grabbed an empty straw wrapper, and started toying with it. He was nervous. "Uh--um--we could--sleep in tomorrow--if you want to.
Suddenly, he had her full attention.
"If you--um--wannu come home with me." His downcast eyes raised to hers, shyly.
Suddenly, the light on the wall next to the booth became more interesting than the delicious man sitting in the booth directly across from her. Her eyes flickered, and her lips moved silently, as though in prayer.
She turned back to him. "Do you mean just for tonight?" She gave him direct, serious eye contact, with a dimpled frown over her right eye, and maybe a little trace of fear, that he could detect.
"Mm hm."
"Oh--um--" She looked down, then up again, then at him, struggling with an obviously big decision, and turning very scarlet.
"Th-thank you, Horatio Caine. But I cannot, be--be--cause all my stuff is back in my hotel room. This is the second time you have asked me."
"Well--we could stop by your hotel room, and you could pick up a few things--whatever you need."
"--or--you could stay in my room--" She spoke softly. "I--I--do not want to be alone--this night."
"Neither do I."
"You would be a fine big lad to give me companionship and warmth--" She gave him a gentle look. "--but nothing will happen--since you do not want me to kiss you." Her eyebrows went up and she affected a look of guile. It was as though she had flung a challenge at him.
Horatio realized, right then and there, that he was going to let her kiss him this night, and he was going to kiss her, too.
"I--uh--MIGHT be interested in seeing the inside of your apartment. Would there be anyone else living there?" She turned her attention to that wall light again.
"Nope. Just me." He cocked his head, looked at her intently. He was wondering why that light on the wall
held so much fascination for her.
"Have you any pets?" she asked.
"Huh-uh. I might even let you kiss me."
Her eyes lit up with happiness, and then she said, "I do not like one-night affairs."
She suddenly turned serious, as she told him, "If I were to st--ay with you, it would have to be for the two weeks I am here."
Horatio was not sure he had heard her correctly, so he had a moment of difficulty responding to this. "Well--uh--um--Would you like to help with the rent?"
"Of course I would," she replied without hesitation.
"Let's--uh--try it tonight, and then we'll take it from there. How would that be? Let's do that, okay?"
She shook her head. "No."
They seemed to have reached a coup, a snag in his plans. He hesitated before answering. "I'd like to think about it, okay?"
"Aye, I am in no hurry." She tried to sound casual; actually, she was anything but.
"I would be eating your food, drinking your water, taking up your space--"
"Yes, you would. Can you pay half a month's rent?"
"Or, I could buy your groceries, if that would be better. Whatever you would want." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Hm."
"It is your decision."
Horatio hung his head and looked down at the floor. He felt that she had put him on the spot. After all, he hardly knew her. "I need to get you back to the hotel." He paid the check, and they walked back outside, to his car.
"I--I never had this kind of arrangement before." They got into his car.
"You can understand my hesitation, can't you?." He was pleading for her understanding.
"Indeed I can," she answered.
"But, even if you do not want to, that does not mean I do not want to see you again." She didn't want to lose him, either, and her look was straightforward and honest. "Everyone in Miami is a stranger to me." Her words had a pleading quality to them.
"Well, I'm not a stranger now. And that's a good start."
He pulled into the parking lot of her hotel and parked. He started to lean toward her, to give her a kiss, but she was not close enough to him, and she opened the door, and exited his car."
"Goodnight, Horatio Caine."
"Goodnight, Piper MacGyver."
She ran up the stairs, unlocked her door without a backward glance, and disappeared from sight.
Horatio sat in his car for a few minutes, wondering what went wrong. Had he hurt her feelings? Insulted her in some way? Made her think less of him? Had he blown it? He started his car, backed out, and drove away.

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Julie decided she was going to check out of this hotel, and get a different room elsewhere. She started packing. She took a shower and put her nightgown on, and did some more packing. She turned down the covers on the bed. About an hour had passed since Horatio had brought her back to the hotel. She was getting ready to go to bed, when she decided to call her sister Malann in Connecticut.
She was talking on the telephone when Horatio returned. The hotel room door was open, and he approached slowly. He heard Julie's voice talking, and caught part of a conversation about horses.
He sidled in slowly and rapped on the door, lightly. "Knock, knock."
Julie heard him, turned, and smiled at him, and he returned the smile.
"Wait a minute," Julie said to the phone, as she turned to observe him standing there. She turned back to the phone.
She was just finishing her conversation on the phone: "---so, just be sure to keep her away from the other horses. We do not want her to be kicked, do we. Separate her from the two mean horses on the west pasture. Indeed. Mal, I have to go now." She looked at Horatio, and gave a sign of impatience at the person on the line.
"No, you can worm the mares. Leave Jack to me. I will take care of Jackie Boy when I get home. Just remember to write this down in my notebook on the kitchen table. Okay. Bye." She finished her call, returned the receiver to its cradle, and turned to Horatio.
"Work never ends, does it."
"No, not hardly." Her smile was warm.
"Horatio."
"Piper."
"I thought you went home."
"Well, I--um--" His eyes flicked over her. She must have just gotten out of the shower, for her hair was wet, and she was wearing a long-sleeved nightgown reaching to her ankles. On the front of the yellow nightgown was a large red tomato graphic, and across the front were the words, "I'm a little tomato ripe for some squeezing." On her feet were two large white fuzzy bunny slippers with floppy ears. On her head was a white sleeping cap perched at a jaunty angle. She looked like a pixie from "Little House on the Prairie." She flashed him a blue-eyed smile, which he found impossible not to return.
"Why are you here?"
"I came to get you. I've thought about it. Decided to take you up on your offer."
"How sexy." She threw a pair of socks into an open suitcase sitting on the bed. "And you will let me stay with you?"
"Yeah, we can try it--what if it doesn't work?"
She looked at him with a declarative intent. "I am sure it will work. If I am going to give you a half months' rent, I intend to make it work."
Horatio looked at the half-filled suitcase lying on the bed. "I don't understand. What's this? Are you traveling? I understood you to say you were here for two weeks."
She threw another pair of socks into the suitcase. "I am--or I was--moving to a different hotel--until you came back just now."
"Is there a problem?"
"The receptionist is rude, and I do not like the maid service." She threw a folded tee-shirt into the suitcase, then turned to face him. "But I would have waited until tomorrow morning, to give you time to come back for me."
"You are more than welcome to stay with me." He stood, looking at her, his hands on his hips.
"I would rather stay with you than spend my money on a hotel. And--I would not mind having a kitchen where I could--uh--You would be someone to--that I could talk to." She flashed him a look, and quickly averted her eyes. "You--you can--tell me where the good tourist places are, and I want you to help me to NOT look like a tourist." She turned her back toward him, and murmured, "And then, if anything comes after, it will come naturally." The red crept up her neck, as she realized he heard what she had said.
He studied the back of her head, his eyes widening.
She turned to face him. "And besides, I have a crush on you." She gave her head a spunky toss.
"That's kinda sudden, isn't it?"
"No, Horatio Caine. I have had it since yesterday, when I met you at The Brass Rail. So you see, it is not that sudden at all."
He smirked, and made a little humming noise, and nodded his head.
He sat on the bed and waited while she put the rest of her clothing in the suitcase, along with her toothbrush, shampoo, etc.
"Ready?"
"I believe so." She closed her suitcase, looked around, put her jacket on over her nightgown, and handed her suitcase to Horatio.
"Don't forget your backpack," he reminded her.
Julie held the room key in the palm of her hand. "The office is closed. I wonder if there is a box for the key."
"Leave it on the dresser."
She did so, and looked around the room one more time, then followed Horatio out, careful to close the door behind herself. She followed him down the stairs to his car. He placed her suitcase and her backpack on the back seat. He drove straight to his apartment.

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"I will try to be as quiet as I can, and stay out of your way."
"If I thought you'd be in the way, I wouldn't let you stay in my apartment."
Horatio parked his car, and they both sat there for a few minutes. He got ready to speak, his keys in his right hand, and his eyes lowered to the floor. "Uh--um--let's try this for tonight, let's--uh--see how it goes--okay? Then, if things work out--we can re-negotiate--let's do that."
Julie nodded slowly, as she thought that was a good idea. Her face was partially hidden inside the car, by the overhead light shadow from the apartment deck. "If that is what you want--oh ye, of little faith."
He gave her a quick little smile.
They got out of the car, she with her backpack, and he with her suitcase. She followed him down a few steps, into a garden level walkway. He sat her suitcase down before a door, and she kept walking. To her left was a retaining wall, about shoulder-height. To her right was the wall of the apartment building. She stopped to wait for Horatio, not realizing he had stopped walking.
"Piper, it's this one here." She turned, and he beckoned with his head toward the open door. She walked up to him, and went inside, then paused just inside to look around.
"You can go on in." He urged her forward, and she advanced a few steps. He sat her suitcase on the floor, turned, and closed the door.
"Now that I have gotten into your apartment, what will you be doing with me?" It was a casual question, but he blushed when he heard it. There was also an element of challenge to it.
"We--can do anything we want to."
Moving around, he gave her a tour of his apartment. "Here's the kitchen. You can use it if you wannu cook anything. Dishwasher here, you can use it. Patio out the back. Bathroom down the hall. Bedroom across the hall. You can put your suitcase in the bedroom."
She stood in the middle of his living room, just looking around. "This is very nice, Horatio Caine. You have a nice place to live." Her gaze took in everything, from his very beautiful brown leather sofa and matching recliner, to the solid oak end table with provincial lamp at one end of the sofa, to the butcher block kitchen table and matching chairs in the dining area, to his commendations, neatly framed and affixed to one wall. The television in one corner of the living room got her attention, as did the collection of movies and cds in an open cabinet under the tv.
"Piper, I want you to do me a favor, and drop the patonimic, okay? Call me Horatio."
She nodded. "Where will I be sleeping?" She eyed the sofa.
"You can sleep on the couch if you want to, or you can--um--" (sleep in bed with me, he was thinking, but he did not say it) "--watch some tv, kick back, relax a little."
"You want a soda? In the fridge."
"No, thank you." She took a small stuffed Care Bear out of her backpack, and sat him on one end of the sofa.
"What's the bear's name?"
"Brandon."
"Brandon," he repeated.
She nodded and smiled.
Horatio raked his fingers through the hair on his forehead, and when he removed his hand, the hair settled back onto his forehead again. "Anything you wannu see on tv?"
"No."
"I generally like to watch the news in the evening, if I'm home." He turned the television on by remote.
She glanced at it and nodded, while he took his shoes off and sat down on the couch.
Julie took her suitcase to the bedroom, removed her jacket and lay it on the suitcase. Gingerly, she made her way back into the living room. She gave Horatio a quick little hint of a smile and sat down cross-legged in the middle of the living room floor.
He sat on the sofa, leaning forward, his elbows on his legs. She could feel his eyes on her. He was wondering why she chose to sit on the floor, when there was adequate room on the sofa.
Julie secretly wished she had brought her tin whistle on vacation with her. She was also aware of the redhead's gaze, and was wondering what his next move would be.
As for Horatio, he was also wondering what HER next move would be. He still wanted to kiss her, but thought he may have given her the idea that he did not want to. It was a rather awkward moment for both of them. He brought out a cigarette, and started to light it, then changed his mind, and laid it in the ashtray on the end table.
"Piper."
She turned her head to look at him.
"C'mere." He beckoned with his finger and his head.
Julie's smile was radiant, as she walked toward him on her knees. Then she sat on the floor in front of him with her back to him, far enough away so that he could see the tv. She had found a piece of string on the floor, and was twirling it around her finger.
There was a feeling of anticipation in the air, and they both felt it. Julie wasn't sure what to do about it, so she was hoping Horatio would make the next move. And he did.
He was tired of looking at the back of her head, and he gave a deep sigh, and cleared his throat. "Ahem." And with that, he ran his finger down the back of her nightgown, from the nape of her neck to the middle of her back, to see if that would get her attention. It did. (He also wanted to determine if she was wearing a bra. She wasn't).
"Huh." She jumped, startled, and turned around to face him. "What are you doing?" she asked, pleasantly.
"Ah--just checking." He looked at her with a benign, interested expression.
"Well, it felt good." The heat crept up her neck and settled onto her face. "Will--you l--let me come--come--clos--er?" She appeared to be so nervous, he felt sorry for her. He determined to make it as easy for her as he could.
"Yeah. I'm not gonnu bite." He held out his hand to her.
She turned, still on her knees, and put her arms around him, ignoring his hand, and she lay her head on his chest, breathed in deeply, took in his scent.
"Let's get this off." He removed her sleeping cap, and lay it aside on the couch.
She was positioned between his legs, and she hugged him tighter. A barely audible moan ascaped her lips, but he heard it. He scooted closer to the edge of the sofa.
He found that her hair was unusually soft to his touch, almost like silk. His arms wrapped around her, and he stroked her hair. Her closeness sent shock waves through him.
"Oh--baby--" He pulled her closer.
"Mmmm," she murmured. "You do smell good." She burrowed her face into his side, making him well aware of her body.
"Well, I probably could use a shower." He suddenly remembered that he had not cleaned up since his shift ended, and he was a little embarrassed about that now.
Julie shook her head, and smiled into his chest.
"I've been working all day." With a note of apology in his words, he kissed the top of her head, his arms still around her.

"I like the smell of you."
His hugging and caressing were becoming more intense, more wanting. "Mm--mmmm. Tell me, Piper, what is that cologne you're wearing?"
"It is Timeless. I can wash it off, if you do not like it."
His face nuzzled into the side of her neck. She raised her head to the side, to accommodate him. "Mmm. I do like it." He moaned softly. His face rubbed her forehead intimately, his eyes sought hers.
"Oh--pretty--so pretty--" His lips caressed her cheek, her neck, her forehead.
She whispered to him softly, her arms around him, "I cannot think of anywhere I would rather be, than here with you."
"I feel the same way."
"What is it you want of me, Horatio Ca--Horatio?"
His face close to hers, he blinked a few times before answering. "I want to make love to you, Piper," he whispered into her ear. "I wanted to from the first moment I saw you."
"We already are." She smiled, rubbing her face against his cheek.
"Alright. I wannu have sex with you. Okay?"
Her eyes flew open, and she kept her head lowered. His mouth was very close to her ear. She listened to the sound of his breathing. He had no idea how much those words had turned her on.
Her eyes lifted to his, with a little frown of worry. "But not now, not yet. It is the holding that I need right now. I just want you to hold me." She heard something on the tv, and turned her head to look at it.
"I can do that."
Her arms were around his neck, and she played with the red tendrils at the back of his neck.
His hands were in her hair, and he lavished her with kisses--her hair, face, lips, trying to get her to respond more to him. His hands on her face, he turned her head up to him. She kept looking to the side, focusing on the tv. He suddenly realized what the problem was, and reached for the remote. With one deft move, he pushed the button, and the tv went sightless and silent. It worked. She turned her full attention back to him.
"Ohhh--this is sooo nice---" She held him tightly, as his hands roamed up and down her back, down to her lower back, around her bottom, squeezing, pressuring, pulling her to himself. She began to breathe harder. His breath caught, and he quivered. She got the feeling of his power, his passion, held in check.
He felt the flutter of her lashes on his cheek, and a surge of adrenalin went into him.
She breathed his name. "Horatio--you are so beautiful--"
She began pressing her abdomen into him, as though her body had no will of its own. She desperately lifted her right leg onto his, giving the effect of trying to climb him, rather wildly. She appeared to be trying to get to the back of him by going over the top of him. The effect of this was to send shivers of delight into him, and his body responded in kind.
He rocked her back and forth, and clasped her to him. She was whimpering softly, and he got the feeling that she was near tears.
He comforted her. "It's okay, baby." His voice was raspy with desire, and his arousal became more keen. He shifted his position as the tightness in his pants became more uncomfortable.
"That's enough, Piper." He pulled himself away from her.
"D--did I do something wrong?" She was panting, and her face was very red. She fought to retain her hold on him, when he tried to push her away.
"Oh, hell, no. No--no--"
Julie's face was pouty, and she looked frustrated. "This is not enough. I want to do more," she panted. She seemed to be on the verge of climax, and he had not even gone under her nightgown yet.
"Hold me. I need you." Her voice trembled, and he held her until she calmed down a little, his hands rubbing her shoulder, soothing her.
"Shhh. Ssshhh--it's alright, baby. I've gotcha." His lips brushed her hair, until her breathing slowed, and they sat guietly. She was still wrapped around him, refusing to let him go. He wondered if she did indeed have an orgasm. Her breath was sweet upon his cheek.
And so he held her, thinking. He thought of all the excuses why he should not take this any farther--she would be leaving him in two weeks--he was too old for her (or so he thought)--she was too little for him--afraid of where it might lead--he didn't know anything about her--afraid he would lose control--the risk of an unwanted pregnancy--she might want to leave him--and the most overwhelming of all--the picture he had in his mind since their meeting yesterday, of her as his wife. Try as he might, he could not get this vision out of his mind, and that was what frightened him most of all.
After a few minutes, he stood up and pulled her up with him. She took a step, and tripped over his foot. He held onto her firmly. "You okay?"
In a very small voice, she said, "I seem--seem to be so overcome with lust, that I cannot stand up." She frowned.
He laughed. "Well, can you lie down?" He couldn't believe what he just said, and he felt the blush crawling up his neck.
Without missing a beat, Julie replied, "Indeed I can. On my back, if I were coaxed."
They stood in front of the sofa, and she still refused to relinquish her hold on him.
"Will I put my hands back here, now? Will that be alright?" She could sense his hesitation, so she tried to be as polite as she could. In response, he wrapped her arms around his lower back, and his resolve started to crumble.
"Will you let me kiss you now? Will that be alright?"
"Sure." She did so, and his tongue forced her lips apart. Even in his passion, he was trying to hold himself back. He moaned loudly, and she drew back, a little overwhelmed.
"You're shivering, honey. Are you cold?"
"I am not. But--you--are n-new to me." Her eyes were wide, her brain was racing, and her body was on fire.
Horatio suddenly had a thought. "Piper, are you a virgin?"
She shook her head. "I do not really know you. I am alone with you. You are bigger than I am. And this is my first time--with you."
"Well--uh--I'll try to go easy. I'll--um--try to control myself." He doubted that he could.
"You wannu change your mind?"
"No!" Her answer was emphatic, and she embraced him, and went up onto her tiptoes. He put his arms around her in a tight hug.
She felt his hardness through their clothing, and she looked down. "You are a big boy."
"Mm hm." His mouth sought hers, and his lips clamped tightly; his tongue found its mark, and flicked over it wetly.

She couldn't help looking down again, below his belt. "You--you must find me desirable, from the feel of you."
"I--uh--I sure do. We can't do this--"
"Yes, we can."
"The feeling of you makes me soooo happy--"
His tongue was interlocked with hers, and he gave a groan of weak protest. "Piper, we have to stop."
"Why?" Her mouth opened wide, in response to his deep kiss.
"Piper--please don't--", he pleaded, with a sharp intake of breath. His resistance was disappearing like smoke in the wind. Even as he spoke, he was maneuvering her toward the hallway leading to his bedroom.
"Can I--can I--can--"
"What is it?" His head tilted downward, as his mouth continued its assault on her lips, chin, and cheeks.
"Can I touch you--there?" She laid her hand on his zipper.
"I--I wish you wouldn't." Ignoring him, her hand firmly rubbed him through his pants. A shock wave went through him, and he trembled, moaning loudly. "Piper--you are leaving soon--"
"I want something to remember you by." By now, they were farther down the hall, and even closer to his bedroom.
"Oh, Piper---don't--" He gave a tortured sound. "You might not get what you expect." His hand covered hers, and he tried to remove it, attempting to block her caress, to prevent her from going any farther.
"I can't feel it very well." She protested by looking up at him in puzzlement.
"I can."
"I--uh--will you let me--" She unzipped his pants, and put her hand inside. "--go deeper?"
"You know what? You don't--don't have to ask. Just do it." He was fast giving in to her, in spite of himself, and he gave an exasperated moan. They were at his bedroom door now.
She continued to tease him unmercifully. "Do you like that, then?"
"Oh--yeah--. Piper--we've got to stop. We have to--stop--this--now--"
In her exploring inside his boxer shorts, she discovered something else--something delicious. "You--you--still have your covering?"
"You mean my foreskin? Yes, I do. It comes with the package."
"I want to see it." Her look was pleading, and hopeful.
"This--is not a good idea." Even as he said it, his zealous hands were running down her body. "I can't stop--please--Piper--sweetheart!"
Julie was becoming a little frustrated, trying to understand the mixed signals she was getting from Horatio. "Will you take my nightgown off?" Her voice had a begging quality to it. "I--I do not WANT you to stop." Then she added, as an afterthought, "I wish I could stop--shivering--"
Horatio's hands were all over her breasts, her hair, her hips. He lifted up her nightgown, moaned loudly when his hands encountered her panties, and he jerked them down, around her thighs. This, of course, had the effect of turning her on even more, and she lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his left, allowing her breasts to press tightly into his chest.
He pulled away from her, reluctantly.
Another mixed signal. Julie frowned. What was this guy up to? What was his game? Did he, or did he not, want to go ahead with this? She suddenly turned, and pulled out of his embrace. "Okay, Horatio, I will stop, if that is what you want." She looked devastated, almost tearful, her face a mask of agony. Her nightgown fell back down, and settled into place, once again, around her ankles.
For his part, Horatio was reluctant to let her go. He wondered why she had stopped so suddenly, and he could see that she was frustrated.
She looked up at him harshly. "I will not do that which you do not want me to." And with that, she turned away and walked abruptly back down the hallway, and into the kitchen. "I am truly sorry for your discomfort." Her back to him, she stared down dejectedly at the floor, arms at her sides, and hands clenched. She could feel her underpants, still down around her thighs.
Shocked at her sudden departure, he followed her into the kitchen, not knowing quite what to say to her, but he knew he had driven her away. Pictured in his mind was her loveliness walking out his door, and her suitcase with her, and he wracked his brain, trying to think of a way to stop her. He shook his head in desperation, and dragged his hand through his hair. In an effort to get back into her good graces, and to lighten the mood, he searched his mind for something to say.
Horatio's mind went back to just a few moments before, when he had lifted her gown and brought her panties down around her thighs. Despite being in the heat of desire, he had noticed that her underwear had bright green graphics of little limes all over it. He had not paid any attention to this at the time, but now, for some reason, those little lime silkscreen graphics became very important to him.
Desperate to get back on track with her, and to calm himself down a little, he said, "Correct me if I'm wrong. Are those limes on your underwear?"
She turned to face him, and tried to force a smile. "Aye, they are," she answered, in an effort to regain her composure.
He moved closer to her, with a sheepish grin. "How gauche. And citrusy."
Julie was not amused. "Why do you not want to--uh--your words tell me to stop, but your body is telling me otherwise. You are con--fusing--me."
"Oh, honey--I do. I do. I'm sorry. I--"
She tried to smile. "It is alright, Horatio. I will still like you." Her look was one of total honesty.
Outside, the wind picked up, and it rattled the kitchen window above the sink. Julie looked at the window briefly, then turned her attention back to him.
Horatio's countenance was of a shy little boy who had gotten into trouble. His hair was disheviled, his shirt mussed and wrinkled, his pants unzipped, feet planted firmly on the floor. His head was downcast, and his eyes gave her a pleading look. The sight of him tugged at her heart.
"We don't have to--if you would rather not--" She stared at the floor, blushing.
"I do--want to. It's--it's not you--it's me--I--" He longed to tell her he was scared, he wanted to open up to her.
Julie's hair was messed up, she was still a bit agitated and nervous, but was trying hard to conceal it.
"It will be okay, Horatio." She tried to reassure him. "I will try to be easy. I need you--"
"I--I need you, too. Please--don't let me hurt you."
"I will not let you hurt me." She walked toward him. "I am not made of glass. But I AM a bit nervous.
"Honey, if it's any consolation, I am a little nervous, too."
"I am just excited." She took his hand, and curled his fingers around hers.
"I am too." Tilting his head to look at the floor, he asked, "How would you like to start over? Let's do that, okay?" He moved to her, his arms circled her hopefully, he pulled her to him. She wrapped her arms around his bottom, and pulled him close with a sigh.
His mouth sought hers, and with one hand, he fumbled his belt loose, opened his pants, and guided her hand to the inside of his boxer shorts, and held it there firmly. His low moan sent shivers down her body, and she shuddered mightily, gasping loudly at the feel of him under her hand.
"I told you, I will not break. You can--you can--you--"
You're not as delicate as you look, huh."
Her fingers wrapped snugly around his penis.
"Um--uh--baby--I--I don't have any pro--tection," he implored, breathlessly. You--wouldn't have--anything, would you--" He inadvertently thrust his pelvis into her.
She smothered his face with kisses. "I do not have anything. I was not expecting this to happen--with anyone." Her hand still gripped his penis, and it was growing.
"Want me--want me--to go buy a box of condoms?" He attempted to pull away from her, but she wasn't having it--not this time.
"No! I want you NOW!" She refused to let him go. "And from the look of you, you are ready now, as well." It was true. They were both trembling, and shaky with desire, but Horatio was almost reduced to quivering jelly.
"I am clean."
"I see you are." He was fast losing control, as he backed her up against the kitchen table.
"I--I mean you will not get any infections, or diseases, from me."
"I hope not." His hands explored up and down her legs. He pulled her nightgown up again, this time with a vengeance, and bunched it up around her waist. He jerked her lime graphic underpants off, and flung them to the floor, where they were all but forgotten.
"That's--that's a double-edged sword," he gasped. "You won't get anything from me, either. That's a promise."
"I be--lieve you." She threw her head back to accommodate his kisses to her neck. "You have never lied to me before."
"You've never--known me before." His voice was husky. He shakily lifted her up onto the kitchen table. Her rabbit slippers slid off, and dropped onto the floor.
"You see?" She jerked his pants and boxer shorts down with enthusiasm; inched her head downward, and smiled in appreciation at the sight of him.
His fingers encountered the moisture between her legs. "Oh--honey--you're wet--for me. I--can't--stop--now--" His voice croaked.
He took her face in his hands and held it, and hissed in last-minute desperation, "Do you wannu become a mother? I don't--don't have any protection!"
And she, in her sweet way, attempted to reassure him, missing the point entirely. "I have had babies before. It is not so bad. I am responsible for them."
"Oh?" His lower body melded against hers, and his tension was almost at the breaking point.
"I will sow my wild oats tonight, and on Sunday, I will go to church, and pray for a crop failure."
"Hmm. You do that." He groaned loudly, his kisses and hands intense with lust. He grabbed her legs, lifted them up, pulled them apart, and locked them around his hips. He was beyond help, as he gave in to his deceitful body.
Julie fell back onto the table temporarily, but then grabbed him around the neck and held on. She gave a cry of anticipation as she felt his swollen manhood pressing into her abdomen. He strained against her again, with the realization that he was too high.
S--slow down--d--Horatio--you're so hard--"
I--I--can't--I can't!" In desperation, he moved his hand down to help himself. He gave a reckless thrust, and she cried out as he entered her. She grabbed him, and held on tightly, tears of pleasure and a little pain overwhelming her eyes.
He drew himself out, and grunted as he pushed into her again, his control completely gone. She was extremely wet, warm, and tight, and he could feel her muscles as she responsively clamped around his penis. It drove him wild, and he gave himself over to the wonderfulness of it all.
She wrapped around him, panting, gasping, groaning, preparing to ride out this welcome storm.
He took her hips, pulled her into himself. Again and again, he drove himself into her, with loud sounds of pleasure, while she clung to him, crying out, wanting more, not getting enough. He felt her warm, wet interior gradually loosen a little, as he opened her up.
"You like that?" He rasped hoarsely. Try as he might, he could not bring himself to slow down, and he banged into her time after time, until his body began to reach its pinnacle.
"Yesss--yesss--I can feel you!" She clutched the back of his shirt, her hands clenched. "It feels so good! Ahhh--ahhh!" The feeling of his skin gliding smoothly back and forth, in and out, sent her into an abyss of enjoyment, and she was mad with pleasure sensations.
"It--it feels good to me too! So--warm. So wet--" He could feel her tension rising. "Come on, baby. Come for me."
She cried out loudly, grabbing his sleeves, and he could feel her orgasm, and it brought on his own explosive release. The tightening, and pulling around his penis caused him to cry out, and she hugged him ever tighter, as he felt her let go. He shuddered and thrust in one more time, and collapsed on top of her, and encircled her with his body.
They lay together on the table for a few minutes, until his harsh breathing returned to normal. She shook, sobbed, and gasped. He was worried about her. He felt her heart racing under his hand. She looked devastated, vulnerable, and her face was all splotchy.
"Honey, are you alright?" You're--you're crying." He was nearly sobbing himself. Both their bodies were glistening with sweat. He kissed her gently.
"Y--yes--Horatio--hold me."
"Of course I will." He withdrew from her after a minute.
"No!! No! Stay inside me! Forever!" Her strangled cry of objection surprized him totally. But, he had to admit that her strong desire for him pleased him very much.
"Shhh--it's alright. I'm here--" He held her closer, tenderly, stroking her hair. "Have I hurt you? Oh, shit." He looked down into her tear-streaked face, and she was smiling.
She caressed his face softly. "I am crying because I am happy." Her voice murmured soft and low, so he had to bend his head down to hear her. "I can't believe it--I really did it--"
He was afraid. He asked himself, what had he done? What was he thinking, forcing himself into her like some lusty teenage romeo on his first date? What had happened to his self-control? Oh, why couldn't he have had a condom?
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"W--why?" Her seawater eyes were focused on him.
He didn't answer right away, just held her, stroking her head. He sighed deeply. "I--um--I could get you pregnant. I don't want that. Do you?"
She was very quiet, listening to him.
"You could end up carrying my child." He appeared to be terribly worried.
She stirred, and looked into his eyes with unbridled affection. She gave him a warm hug, and stroked his cheek gently. "It will be alright, Horatio. Please do not be afraid." She kissed his eyes and his nose, her breath playing on his skin.
But he WAS afraid. What if she didn't even WANT his child?
She soothed him. "I am with you now, my sweet angel--" The look she bestowed on him gave his heart a lift, and her next words turned him to butter. "--and together, we are invincible. If you want me to love you, then I will. You are a part of me now, and always will be." And so, she ended up comforting HIM.
They stayed together, motionless for a few precious moments, until her eyes began to doze while he was holding her. He suddenly lifted her off the kitchen table and carried her to the bedroom, her arms and legs wrapped around him.
He lay her down gently, and while he looked down at her, he removed his shirt. He smoothed her nightgown back around her legs, then folded down the blanket and sheet from the head of his bed. "I'll be back in a minute," he whispered.
He crossed the hallway into the bathroom, and returned a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. He stood before her, cleaning himself up, and sat down on the edge of the bed to clean her, too. She loved the soft, soothing touch of his hands as he wiped her thighs, abdomen, and her creases. She sat up, and looked at him with a smile. He lay the washcloth aside, and looked on her with something akin to worship.
He wanted to convey to her how wonderful the love-making had been, how it had transcended anything in this world, how heavenly this evening had turned out to be. But he flubbed it.
"WOW--! Uh--not a good thing. This was a mistake." What he meant, of course, was that the mistake was in not using any protection, but he forgot to convey that part.
Her eyes opened wide with disappointment, and she looked down self-consciously, the red creeping up her neck, until her face was flaming. A frown marred her beautiful features, and her lower lip began to tremble.
Horatio felt like kicking himself. If he had never felt like an idiot before, he certainly did now. "Oh--honey--I didn't mean it like that." What else could he say? The last thing he ever wanted to do, was hurt this lovely young lady who had given him so much.
Her reaction was instantaneous, defensive, and it seared him to the core. "I am sorry. I will not force my attentions on you again." Her eyes flashed darkly, and shot him a look of pure defiance. "And I will leave tomorrow." She lay back down on her right side, and covered her head with the pillow, biting her tongue in remorse, hardly believing what she had just said to him.
"Piper--don't do this". He was near crying. He pleaded with her, taking the pillow off her head. "I'm sorry, darling. Please--forgive me."
In times of stress, or loneliness, or fear, Julie often quoted song lyrics, changing the words to fit her own situation, or sometimes poetry that she made up on the spur of the moment. Such a time was now, so she sat back up suddenly, regretting her outburst, and looked right into his face.
She whispered softly to him, "Lamplight, keep on burning, while this heart of mine is yearning. Lamplight, keep on burning, till this love of yours is mine. I have waited year after year, under the lamp in my room, loving you. If love is a sound that is happy, why should it make us cry?" And with that, she laid back down again, and grew very quiet. She drifted into sleep.
Horatio wondered at her words, and at length, he came to bed, unsure of himself, and what he should do. Lying in the darkness, he decided to take a chance, and cuddled up next to her back, and put his arm around her. And when he did, to his great surprize and delight, she scooted closer to him with a sound of contentment, snuggled under his arm, and went back to sleep.
He wondered if she had forgiven him.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
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