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Eric awoke with a start, feeling more than a little
disoriented. Number one, he wasn't in his bed, and number two, he wasn't alone.
He shook his head, trying to remember where he was. He hadn't drank anything the night before, so the events came back to
him just as soon as he realized that he was on Calleigh's couch. With Calleigh.
Yesterday was Friday. Meaning last night was Friday night.
Not just any Friday night, but the second of the month.
Movie night. The one night of the
month he looked most forward to. Not because of the movie, no, he could easily
do without that. Why he looked forward to that night was simple: it was time
outside of work that he got to spend with Calleigh. Their movie nights were a
tradition that had started a couple years ago, after a particularly difficult
case. Both of them had been unsettled; neither of them had wanted to be alone.
So they had gone back to one of their places – Eric couldn't remember whose –
and just crashed and watched a couple of movies. They'd woken up the next
morning on the couch together, much like this time.
Usually though, after the movie was over, the one who had
come over would leave. It didn't happen often that they woke up together.
Likewise, it wasn't often that Eric woke up before Calleigh, realizing that
during the night, his arm had found its way around her, pulling her tightly to
him, her back against his chest.
Eric gently ran his fingers through her blonde hair, smiling
as she sighed and shifted onto her back beside him. It was difficult to do on
the couch, but Eric shifted onto his stomach and lifted his head so he could
look down on her. She looked so completely peaceful when she was sleeping; Eric
was certain it'd be considered a crime to ever wake her. She shifted lightly
again, and as she did, something in the very dim light caught his attention.
Eric let his gaze travel down her body, stopping at her hip, where her tank top
and her pajama bottoms didn't quite meet. He was captivated by something on her
skin, and, intrigued, he slid down the couch so that it was at eyelevel.
Realizing what it was, Eric chuckled slightly. A tattoo.
Half of it was still covered by her pants, but Eric could see the top half of
the small butterfly. Gently he traced his thumb over it, hearing Calleigh sigh
as he did so. Briefly he thought that it might be a bad idea, but he did it
anyway. He leaned closer, pressing his lips to the butterfly. Calleigh sighed
again, though this time it was almost a moan, and Eric groaned. Even while
asleep, she was managing to arouse him. He kissed her skin again, Calleigh
finally awakening.
"Eric?" she murmured sleepily. "What are you
doing?"
Eric grinned up at her before sliding his way back up the
couch. His fingers, however, continued tracing the edges of the butterfly.
"You have a butterfly on your hip," he remarked.
Calleigh yawned. "Oh really?
Imagine that," she said with a smile.
"Mm-hmm. I'm wondering how it
got there," he teased.
"I would think that's obvious," she said. She
shivered lightly as his touch slowly slid beneath the hem of her pants.
"Eric…" she breathed.
Eric smiled innocently. "I just wanted to see the whole
tattoo," he said, taking his hand away. He could sense that she was
slightly uncomfortable, but also noted that she did nothing to re-cover her
skin. "So…I've known you how long?"
Calleigh looked at him. "I don't know, a few
years?"
"More like five," he correctly
smugly. He chuckled as Calleigh stuck her tongue out at him. "So
how come in five years, you never told me you had a tattoo?"
"You don't need to know everything about me,"
Calleigh teased.
Eric laughed. "Well, maybe not
everything, but most things. So how come you never told me?"
Calleigh rolled her eyes. "Because as
far as I know, Speed's the only one who knew."
"Speed?"
"Yeah." She chuckled
lightly. "We were in the breakroom together one
day. I think it was a little bit before you started at CSI.
There was some talk about tattoos or something, and he bet me fifty dollars
that I'd never be able to go through the pain of getting one."
Eric looked at her incredulously. "So you got one to
prove him wrong?"
Calleigh laughed. "No, silly.
I already had it. I just showed it to him. Easiest fifty dollars I ever
made."
"Wait…you showed him?"
Calleigh shrugged. "Yeah.
So?"
"But you never showed me."
"I just did."
"No you didn't; I saw it by chance."
"Well, I'm sure it was also just by chance that we were
talking about tattoos and Speed happened to bet me that
fifty dollars." She shrugged again, then grinned.
"Jealous?"
"No." He hesitated. "Just kinda annoyed that Speed never told me."
Calleigh smacked him in the arm. "Ow! Hey!"
"Of course he wouldn't have told you. I told him I'd
kill him if he ever told anybody."
Eric said nothing, only looked at her appraisingly for a
moment.
"What?"
Eric smirked. "You showed him, for fifty dollars."
"Yeah…" Calleigh replied slowly, not sure where
Eric was taking this.
"So…" he began, his fingers finding their way back
to her tattoo, "what would you show me for a hundred dollars?"
"Eric!" Calleigh yelled in astonishment. "I
am not –"
"I didn't suggest that you were," he said quickly.
"It was a serious question thought," he added, smirking again.
"What would you show me…or give me for a hundred dollars?" He shifted
himself, his face now hovering mere inches above hers.
"You probably don't even have a hundred dollars,"
Calleigh said with a laugh.
Eric raised an eyebrow. "Tell me what you'd give me, then we'll talk about whether or not I have it," he
said with a wink.
Calleigh grinned suddenly. Eric blinked. "What?"
he asked.
Calleigh chuckled. "Let's just say my tattoo isn't the
only thing that will have surprised you by the time you leave here…"
Eric looked at her, thoroughly confused. Calleigh laughed at
his expression, then reached around the back of his
head, pulling him into an intense kiss. Eric's eyes widened momentarily. She
was right; this was a surprise, though certainly not unpleasant. He kissed her
back with the same amount of intensity. He nibbled lightly at her lip, nearly
losing it as she moaned lightly and parted her lips for him. He slipped his
tongue into her mouth while, down below, he slid his hand just slightly under
her tank top, resting on her stomach. Abruptly he broke the kiss, looking down
into her confused green eyes.
"Why'd you stop?" she whispered.
Eric bit his lip. "Calleigh.
This…this is new territory."
Calleigh giggled. "Like you haven't
done this before."
Eric took a deep breath. "No. I mean this, Cal. You and me."
"If you don't want –"
"I want to, believe me, god I want to," Eric
interrupted quickly. He licked his lips. "I just…I just don't want to
cross some boundary with you, just to have you end up regretting it and hating
me and transferring to North Dakota and never speaking to me again because of
it."
"Eric," Calleigh said quietly. She lifted her head
and caught his lips in a soft kiss. Pulling back, she looked deep into his
eyes. "Eric. I could never hate you. I could never not
speak to you again." She laughed slightly. "I certainly could never
transfer to North Dakota,
no matter what the circumstances." She cupped his face in her hand,
stroking his cheek with her thumb. "And I don't think I could regret
this," she murmured. "I've wanted it for too long to regret it."
Eric lowered his lips to her jawbone, kissing it lightly.
"Are you sure?" he whispered against her skin.
Calleigh sighed, squirming lightly. "One hundred
percent," she breathed.
"Good." Eric kissed his way to her ear, nibbling
on it slightly as he felt her hands running over his back. In turn, Eric moved
his hands under her tank top, coming to rest just below the fabric of her bra.
He moved his lips downward, over her neck, stopping to suck lightly ever so
often, down to her shoulder.
Calleigh pushed him back suddenly, her eyes never leaving
his as she sat up just enough to remove her tank top. Eric eagerly picked up
where he left off, placing kisses down her chest hearing the tiny moans it
produced. He kissed his way down to her navel, dipping his tongue inside as he
reached his hands upward, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her bra. He
pinched lightly, feeling her nipples harden through the fabric. Calleigh
gasped, lifting toward his hands. Eric chuckled, continued to concentrate on
her abdomen. Eventually though, Calleigh grew impatient, reaching down and
pulling him back up, kissing him fiercely. Eric reached behind her, unhooking
the clasp to her bra, and he slid it off and tossed it away.
Calleigh whimpered as Eric cupped her breasts, squeezing
lightly. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, feeling as they hardened even more
under his touch. With a devilish grin, he slid downward, flicking his tongue
over one. Calleigh arched her back, moaning his name low. He took her nipple
into his mouth, suckling at it greedily. Calleigh whimpered, writhing beneath
him. He felt Calleigh reach down, tugging at his shirt, and he raised up just so he could slide it over his head and
carelessly throw it somewhere. Promptly he lowered his head again, taking her
other nipple in his mouth.
"Oh god, Eric…" she moaned, arching her back. He
chuckled against her, causing her to squirm even more. He then bit down on the
nipple, making her cry out. He did it again, harder, and he probably could have
come right there just from the way she moaned his name. He managed to keep his
control though, and he slid his hand downward, quickly sliding her pajama pants
away. He rubbed her lightly through her panties, and she bucked her hips
against his hand with a moan.
Ignoring Calleigh's whine of protest, Eric pulled his hand
away, sliding himself down her body. He kissed her hip, gently nipping at the
skin around her tattoo. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and
slid them off. Pulling back to remove his own pants, he let his gaze travel
over her. "Wow…" he breathed, causing Calleigh to blush slightly.
Once his own pants were off, he leaned over her, kissing her on the lips.
Wasting no time at all, Eric snaked his hand between her
legs. He stroked her swollen clit, and she moaned into his mouth, writhing. He
broke the kiss but continued his ministrations below, watching her face as her
eyes closed tightly and she bit her lip. He increased the pressure on her clit,
hearing her breathing quicken and her whimpers grow louder. He moved his hand,
his thumb now circling her clit as he slid a finger inside of her, unable to
suppress his own growl when he felt how wet she was. He slid a second finger
inside her, and he nipped at her lower lip as he began pumping his fingers in
and out of her. Calleigh arched her back and pressed against his hand, urging
him to go faster.
"Eric…Eric!" she moaned, trying to keep from
digging her nails into his back. "Oh god…" she whimpered. She brought
her hands to his chest, feeling his muscles and hearing as he groaned above
her. Sneakily, she moved her hands downward, rubbing against his arousal
through his boxers.
Eric jumped. "God, Calleigh," he groaned, feeling
her reach inside, closing her hands around his shaft. Devilishly she squeezed a
few times, and Eric clenched his free fist, trying not to lose control.
Calleigh giggled at his reaction, but that quickly became a moan as Eric
intensified what he was doing with his other hand. He could feel her start to
clench around his fingers, and he pulled back, again ignoring her protest.
"Eric…" she whined, squeezing him again.
Eric slowly snaked his way down her body, hearing Calleigh
whine again when she realized she couldn't reach him anymore. He delved his
tongue inside her navel again, before he moved even lower, nibbling lightly at
the inside of her thigh. He moved up, pressing just a light kiss to her center.
Calleigh whimpered, and he did it again, teasing her. She breathed his name,
and he slowly slid his tongue within her. She cried out, her right hand gripping
tightly at his hair. Eric lapped at the wetness he found there, relishing in
the way he had Calleigh writhing and crying out his name. He was determined to
make her completely lose control. Replacing his tongue with his fingers again,
he moved upward, flicking his tongue against her swollen clit. Calleigh moaned
loudly, begging for release. Thrusting his fingers in and out, Eric pulled her
clit into his mouth, sucking at it, gently nibbling at it. Eric moaned as she
writhed beneath him, her fingers clawing at his hair. She whispered his name
over and over, and Eric knew she was close. He increased the pace of both his
fingers and his mouth, and before he knew it, she was arching toward him,
clenching around his fingers, crying out his name in sheer pleasure.
"My god, Eric…" she murmured as she finally went
limp against him. She bit her lip as she felt him biting at her thigh again,
and she gripped his shoulders, trying to pull him up. Eric took his time,
kissing his way back up her body. He finally reached her mouth and kissed her
deeply, hearing Calleigh moan as she tasted herself on his tongue, his lips.
He pulled back first, watching as her eyes fluttered and she
tried to catch her breath. He chuckled, seeing how messy her hair had become.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, pushing a strand of it out of her
face.
Calleigh giggled lightly, leaning up and kissing the corner
of his mouth. She let out a deep breath. "Eric…" she breathed. "I want…" she trailed off, opting instead to
nibble at his lower lip.
Eric kissed her, then trailed his
lips to her ear, taking her earlobe between his teeth. "What?" he
whispered.
Calleigh sighed. "I want you," she whimpered.
Eric grinned, but did nothing more than place soft kisses
along her jawline. "Patience, baby," he
murmured, a soft reprimand.
Calleigh groaned, frustrated. "Eric…" she whined.
"Be patient," he replied, finding her lack of
patience adorable. He smirked down at her.
"I don't want to," Calleigh whimpered, reaching
for him again. Eric pulled out of her reach, moving away so he could remove his
boxers. Calleigh grinned suddenly, her eyes glinting.
Next thing Eric knew, he was pinned on his back on the
couch, Calleigh straddling him. "Hi," she whispered playfully,
leaning down to kiss him, stopping him before he had a chance to protest.
"I told you I didn't want to wait…" she added, nipping lightly at his
neck. She moved slowly downward, placing kisses along his chest.
Eric groaned, feeling her hair tickle his chest.
"Calleigh…"
Calleigh looked up at him devilishly. "Be
patient," she said, echoing his earlier words. Sliding lower, her eyes
never left his as her tongue snaked out and flicked over the tip of his cock.
Eric immediately groaned, the sight combined with the feeling nearly his
undoing. She did it again, then began placing kisses
along his shaft. Eric breathed deeply, biting his lip in an attempt to hold
onto control. Calleigh sensed his struggle, and instead of backing off, she
dove right in, taking his cock into her mouth.
"God, Calleigh," he growled as she sucked
fervently. Despite trying not to, he couldn't help thrusting his hips upward.
Calleigh moaned around him, and Eric clenched his fists, wondering if she knew
just what she was doing to him. He took one look at her eyes, and he knew,
yeah, she knew exactly the effect she
was having on him. Calleigh reached underneath, cupping his balls in her hand,
squeezing lightly as her mouth still focused on his cock. "Fuck…" he
muttered, closing his eyes.
Calleigh couldn't help but let out another small moan. She
pulled back and let her tongue run over the tip a few times, watching as Eric
squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. He thrust up erratically, and Calleigh
knew he was close. She engulfed him in her mouth once more, loving the strained
cry that escaped Eric's lips.
"Calleigh," he moaned, forcing his eyes to open.
"Calleigh, stop," he added vehemently.
Calleigh pulled back, looking at him coyly. "You don't
like it?"
He chuckled. "Oh god yes," he breathed.
She grinned. "Then what's the problem?" she asked
sassily, again swirling her tongue over the head of his cock.
"Calleigh!" Eric panted.
He licked his lips and reached down, gripping her arms and beginning to pull
her up his body. "Calleigh…" he whispered breathlessly, "I wanna
be…inside you…" His lips found hers, moaning as he kissed her deeply.
She broke the kiss, grinning as their foreheads remained
touching. "Whatever happened to patience…?" she teased softly.
"To hell with patience," Eric growled. "I
need you now." He tried to flip her over onto her back, but Calleigh
managed to keep him pinned on his back.
"Not so fast…" she murmured.
"Cal,"
Eric protested.
"Shh…" she reprimanded
quietly. Softly she kissed him again, then lifted herself to her knees and
slowly slid herself over his cock. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt him
inside her for the first time, and she let out a low moan.
Eric hissed at her tightness, already feeling about ready to
explode. "Calleigh…" he felt her start to move, and he quickly gripped
her hips, holding her still while he tried to regain his composure. Calleigh
whined when he stopped her.
"Just…give me a second…" he breathed. He slowly
stroked her hips, his thumb lingering a bit over her tattoo. After a moment he
moved his hands to her flat stomach, then up even farther, cupping each of her
breasts. Calleigh whimpered as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, and
her body jumped of its own accord. She whined his name, needing to move.
Eric gently thrust his hips upward, giving her the okay to
move. Calleigh moaned and immediately began rocking on him, tossing her head
back in pleasure. "Eric…"
Eric watched, captivated by the way
her breasts bounced as she began riding him harder. With a groan, he brought
his hands back to her hips, bringing her down harder on him each time she
bounced. Her moans began growing louder and louder, and Eric knew she was
getting close. Right then, he almost lost all his control, simply from the
thought of her coming around him. She threw her head back again, crying out his
name in desperation. "Oh god, Eric!" she moaned in that southern
drawl that Eric loved.
He growled appreciatively, eyeing Calleigh. He had never
seen anything sexier than the way Calleigh looked at that moment. Completely losing control, letting her body take over as she
bounced on his cock. Her eyes closed tightly, her lips parted, the moans
and sighs escaping her throat. In that moment, he knew he was hooked. There was
no way he'd want to be with anyone else ever again. And even if he wanted to,
there was no way he could be with anyone else and not compare them to Calleigh.
Calleigh was it.
He had her, and he wasn't letting go.
"Uhh, Eric…" she
whimpered, "I'm so close…"
Eric squeezed her hips, thrusting hard up inside her. "Come
for me, Cal," he coaxed.
Calleigh whimpered, then threw her head back as she came
hard, loudly crying out his name in ecstasy. Her body squeezed him so tightly
that Eric almost lost it there, but he held out, letting Calleigh ride out her
orgasm. Once her body relaxed, Eric made his move.
Easily he flipped her over onto her back and pinned her to
the couch. She looked at him in confusion, but her eyes fluttered closed and
she moaned as he slid back inside her. He bit at her jawline
as he began thrusting in and out, taking it slowly at first. Calleigh placed
her hands on either side of his face, pulling him to her and kissing him
messily, whimpering in between. He growled her name and picked up the pace a
bit, feeling as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Cal…"
Calleigh murmured his name with almost every thrust, quickly
feeling herself getting close again. She bucked her
hips against his, moving her hands to his backside, trying to pull him in
deeper. "Mm…harder, Eric," she moaned shamelessly, but not caring.
"Harder…"
Eric complied, very nearly slamming his hips into hers.
Calleigh cried out in pleasure, and he kept up the new pace as she continued
begging for him to go faster, harder. She was getting close again, but he was
closer, so he slid his hand down her body, rubbing her clit. Calleigh cried out
louder than before, and Eric suddenly wanted to make her scream. He thrust into
her harder as he continued to rub her clit faster and faster. She was writhing
beneath him, and he thrust into her hard one last time before another orgasm
washed over her. She came harder than before, crying out his name loudly. Her
muscles squeezed around him, and that was all it took. He growled, took one
more hard thrust, and he came deep inside her, calling out her name as he
emptied into her.
Exhausted, Eric buried his head against her neck, breathing
heavily, occasionally whispering her name. Calleigh shivered, feeling his
breath on her damp skin. She closed her eyes and sighed happily. "God,
Eric," she panted. "Wow…"
Eric chuckled, lightly nuzzling her neck.
"Amazing," he murmured, gently biting the skin along her collarbone.
Calleigh giggled. "To say the least," she replied,
her fingers in his hair. Eric gently lifted himself off of her, stopping
briefly kiss her lips before he finally pulled completely out of her, smiling
at her soft protest. He managed to roll onto his back and pull her close to him,
his hand lazily rubbing her back in random patterns. She snuggled against him,
resting her head on his chest, sighing contentedly. "I might never move
from this spot," she whispered sleepily.
Eric kissed the top of her head, letting out a small laugh.
"Good," he said with a yawn. He watched her until her breathing
evened out and he knew she was asleep. With one last kiss to her hair, Eric
sighed and closed his eyes, his lips curved in a tiny smile as sleep overtook
him.
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