Living the Dream: "L" Word Series [1/9] (Colby/OFC-Callie, NC-17)
Posted for the savecolby Free for All Challenge, October...
Title: Living the Dream
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1796
Summary: He knew that look… he loved that look and he’d give her anything she asked for just to have her always look at him the way she was now.
Spoilers: none.
Notes/Warnings: I wrote this about six months ago and have debated with myself since then about posting it. But, the Free for All Challenge at savecolby left me no choice. I set out to make this a one shot, PWP. I ended up with a series. *head desk* Please see Author's Comments for more information. :)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Callie’s eyes were just drifting closed, her exhaustion lulling her toward sleep when she heard the front door being eased open. Almost instantly, her heart raced… sending tingles through her body as a smile came to her lips. She recognized the heavy footsteps and the cautionary motion of the door being closed. He’d come home to her and he was trying to keep from waking her.
She snuggled further under the covers, comforted by the thought of a long night in his arms… relieved that her night alone had been interrupted. When she’d left work, she was sure he’d not be staying with her; he’d find his way back to his own apartment only to fall exhausted into his own bed.
But not tonight. Tonight, he’d fall into bed beside her and she nearly squealed with anticipation when she felt him enter the room, quietly treading across the hard wood floor on his way to the other side of the bed. The full moon outside lit his path, even though the layout was familiar enough to him that he could have avoided stumbling even in total darkness. It was Callie who was most thankful for the moonlight tonight, however.
Knowing he thought she was asleep, she carefully peeked an eye out from under the blanket covering her… just in time to watch him reach behind him with one hand, grasping at the t-shirt that covered him before he easily tugged it over his head and tossed it into the chair in the corner. There was a brief hesitation as he stretched toward the ceiling, letting the ocean breeze cool his recently exposed skin as the air came through the barely ajar French doors to the back deck. The moonlight danced over every ripple of muscle and skin as he stretched, even more so when he moved his hands to his belt - quickly unfastening it from his jeans before bending to slide the jeans off his powerful, muscular legs. Her insides quivered then knowing the force of his body, knowing every line, every curve, knowing how he moved over her, under her, inside her.
Barely conscious, and yet trembling for his nearness, she let out a soft moan, instantly drawing his attention behind him. As soon as he saw her barely visible from under the blanket, he gave her a smile that further melted her insides before his raspy voice broke the relative silence in the room.
“I thought you were sleeping,” he sighed, reaching for the edge of the blanket. He lifted the soft material high enough to slide under it and into the empty space of the bed next to her. The blanket was instantly forgotten when he saw her smile in response, her half-open green eyes alive with a familiar fire as her hand bent back to brush the bare skin of his chest.
She knew he knew that look… he loved that look and he’d give her anything she asked for just to have her always look at him the way she was now. But first, he needed to see her… just as she was, mostly hidden from him by the blanket, but smiling back at him all the same. He shifted his weight on the bed, moving to his side and propping his head up on his elbow before reaching out for her with his free hand. His own insides gave a jolt when he felt the warm bare skin of her stomach beneath his finger tips exposed from under the white camisole tank she wore. His smile shifted to the side as he raised an eyebrow at her before his hand at her stomach began an exploration, curious to know what else she was wearing underneath the blanket. She was sure to keep her eyes trained on his as his nimble fingers slipped over the white cotton material of her panties - thigh high cut and just enough to cover her. His smile widened as he felt the familiar softness beneath his touch, even as his hand trailed lower… exploring without seeing until he brushed the back of his hand over her heat - feeling the warmth radiating from her.
A soft moan escaped him then, closing his eyes to savor this reaction from her… this reaction she gave so freely to him when he knew she’d been like this with no other. And when his eyes came open again, his expression had changed from that of a man in love… to a man in love and left wanting.
“Missed me, didn’t you?” he nearly growled, not giving her a chance before his lips drowned out her answer and his body moved to cover hers.
Callie’s breath was momentarily stolen, not only from the sudden kiss but from the bulk of him pressing her into the bed. She shifted slightly beneath him to ease the welcome burden of his weight atop her and again gasped in pleasure when she felt his long, thick cock pressing against her… stiff and ready to take her just the way she wanted.
Her gasp broke the connection of his lips to hers, but as she shifted again… moving herself into his need of her, she was sure Colby didn’t mind the interruption. Tonight it seemed that neither of them had the patience to wait for the other and as he found that same conclusion dancing through her emerald eyes, he lowered his lips to hers, brushing her with little more than a taste, yet lingering just above her as he carefully moved his hands between them. His fingers easily slipped beneath the panties she wore, pushing them down over her hips as she arched into him. There was no fighting the sly grin across his lips, still hovering over her own as she groaned for him - his rigid length once more pressing into her as he shifted her panties as far as his hands would reach down her long, toned legs.
His thumbs brushed the inside of her thighs as he slid his hands back up over her, waiting for her to return the favor as he continued to smile at her… his lips just above her as his forehead rested against hers.
Never one to back down from a challenge, Callie’s hands slipped and slid about the quickly dampening skin at his sides… moving slowly over the lines of his back until her hands slipped under the elastic of his boxer briefs. She had no intention of slipping the material over his hips… not just yet. Instead her hands slid further down, until both hands gripped at his tight, delicious ass - pushing his hips against her own. He could feel her wetness seeping through the material covering him, so hot against him as she continued to grasp at his ass just before she once more arched up into him.
“Callie, please…” he gasped as she ground herself against him again. Her impatience for him was great but that is what she wanted… no, what she needed. She needed to hear him beg, to hear in his voice the same need she felt pressing against her.
Satisfied with her torture and more impatient now than ever, she expertly flicked her wrists - keeping her hands full of his perfect ass while the elastic of his boxers curled down over his hips. Another movement from her and the boxers were down his thighs. There was only a moment between them before Callie’s hands wrapped around what she craved and she instantly guided him into her slick opening… sighing with satisfaction when he lunged forward - burying himself deep inside her.
“Oh, god… Colby…” she gasped as he came to her again and again - each time harder, deeper than the one before. There was nothing graceful about this union. She’d driven him here and she wanted him exactly how he came to her - asking for him to fill her… to fuck her as hard and as deep as he could go.
She was writhing beneath him, her hands now grasping at the bed to steady her as she moved to match him - to take him in as he crashed to her… his breath hot against her shoulder as he rested against her. He touched her deeper inside than any man had ever been and she wanted more. Bucking wildly, begging for him to be brutal… their breath came in uneven gasps and moans… cries for the other cutting through the night until in one violent crash - she shuddered beneath him, her orgasm tearing through her like lightening even as she felt the heat of his cum spilling inside of her. Each twitch of his delicious cock inside her only encouraged her spasm further, giving to him everything she could before her body collapsed beneath him.
Her eyes were closed. Her skin, her clothes, her hair were drenched in sweat as her body continued to pulse with the release he’d given her… and yet suddenly, she felt empty.
Panicking, she willed her eyes to open… her ragged breath echoing through the house before a cry of “No… noooo!” cut through the stillness.
He was gone, but worse than that was the realization that he’d never been there at all. Every thing… his smile, his kiss, his touch… every thing had been a dream, just as it had been for the past two weeks - this dream more graphic than the last.
Colby Granger, newest member to the FBI team, had haunted her dreams since the day she met him. She wanted him. She wanted him from the first moment she set eyes on him, but there were rules. He was her teammate. He was David’s partner. He was sarcastic and witty, sweet and courteous when he thought no one else was looking, he was sexy and smug. He was perfect in a way that Callie thought no man would ever be… at least not for her.
Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit… she cursed as she flailed, flopping from her back onto her stomach and instantly covering her head with her pillow as though that would stop the thoughts running through her head.
She knew there was nothing she could do about it just as she knew there would be no going back to sleep tonight - not after a dream like that. She needed to do something. This simply had to stop. She couldn’t keep dreaming about him only to see him the next morning, remembering his touch - his words… his smell… the way he felt filling her insides and then giving himself over to her.
No, she sighed, sitting up even as her body started to come alive with the now familiar tingles. She needed to do something. She needed to talk to someone and at 3am, she knew the only person to call.
Love in an Elevator, Part 2>>
Title: Living the Dream
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1796
Summary: He knew that look… he loved that look and he’d give her anything she asked for just to have her always look at him the way she was now.
Spoilers: none.
Notes/Warnings: I wrote this about six months ago and have debated with myself since then about posting it. But, the Free for All Challenge at savecolby left me no choice. I set out to make this a one shot, PWP. I ended up with a series. *head desk* Please see Author's Comments for more information. :)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Callie’s eyes were just drifting closed, her exhaustion lulling her toward sleep when she heard the front door being eased open. Almost instantly, her heart raced… sending tingles through her body as a smile came to her lips. She recognized the heavy footsteps and the cautionary motion of the door being closed. He’d come home to her and he was trying to keep from waking her.
She snuggled further under the covers, comforted by the thought of a long night in his arms… relieved that her night alone had been interrupted. When she’d left work, she was sure he’d not be staying with her; he’d find his way back to his own apartment only to fall exhausted into his own bed.
But not tonight. Tonight, he’d fall into bed beside her and she nearly squealed with anticipation when she felt him enter the room, quietly treading across the hard wood floor on his way to the other side of the bed. The full moon outside lit his path, even though the layout was familiar enough to him that he could have avoided stumbling even in total darkness. It was Callie who was most thankful for the moonlight tonight, however.
Knowing he thought she was asleep, she carefully peeked an eye out from under the blanket covering her… just in time to watch him reach behind him with one hand, grasping at the t-shirt that covered him before he easily tugged it over his head and tossed it into the chair in the corner. There was a brief hesitation as he stretched toward the ceiling, letting the ocean breeze cool his recently exposed skin as the air came through the barely ajar French doors to the back deck. The moonlight danced over every ripple of muscle and skin as he stretched, even more so when he moved his hands to his belt - quickly unfastening it from his jeans before bending to slide the jeans off his powerful, muscular legs. Her insides quivered then knowing the force of his body, knowing every line, every curve, knowing how he moved over her, under her, inside her.
Barely conscious, and yet trembling for his nearness, she let out a soft moan, instantly drawing his attention behind him. As soon as he saw her barely visible from under the blanket, he gave her a smile that further melted her insides before his raspy voice broke the relative silence in the room.
“I thought you were sleeping,” he sighed, reaching for the edge of the blanket. He lifted the soft material high enough to slide under it and into the empty space of the bed next to her. The blanket was instantly forgotten when he saw her smile in response, her half-open green eyes alive with a familiar fire as her hand bent back to brush the bare skin of his chest.
She knew he knew that look… he loved that look and he’d give her anything she asked for just to have her always look at him the way she was now. But first, he needed to see her… just as she was, mostly hidden from him by the blanket, but smiling back at him all the same. He shifted his weight on the bed, moving to his side and propping his head up on his elbow before reaching out for her with his free hand. His own insides gave a jolt when he felt the warm bare skin of her stomach beneath his finger tips exposed from under the white camisole tank she wore. His smile shifted to the side as he raised an eyebrow at her before his hand at her stomach began an exploration, curious to know what else she was wearing underneath the blanket. She was sure to keep her eyes trained on his as his nimble fingers slipped over the white cotton material of her panties - thigh high cut and just enough to cover her. His smile widened as he felt the familiar softness beneath his touch, even as his hand trailed lower… exploring without seeing until he brushed the back of his hand over her heat - feeling the warmth radiating from her.
A soft moan escaped him then, closing his eyes to savor this reaction from her… this reaction she gave so freely to him when he knew she’d been like this with no other. And when his eyes came open again, his expression had changed from that of a man in love… to a man in love and left wanting.
“Missed me, didn’t you?” he nearly growled, not giving her a chance before his lips drowned out her answer and his body moved to cover hers.
Callie’s breath was momentarily stolen, not only from the sudden kiss but from the bulk of him pressing her into the bed. She shifted slightly beneath him to ease the welcome burden of his weight atop her and again gasped in pleasure when she felt his long, thick cock pressing against her… stiff and ready to take her just the way she wanted.
Her gasp broke the connection of his lips to hers, but as she shifted again… moving herself into his need of her, she was sure Colby didn’t mind the interruption. Tonight it seemed that neither of them had the patience to wait for the other and as he found that same conclusion dancing through her emerald eyes, he lowered his lips to hers, brushing her with little more than a taste, yet lingering just above her as he carefully moved his hands between them. His fingers easily slipped beneath the panties she wore, pushing them down over her hips as she arched into him. There was no fighting the sly grin across his lips, still hovering over her own as she groaned for him - his rigid length once more pressing into her as he shifted her panties as far as his hands would reach down her long, toned legs.
His thumbs brushed the inside of her thighs as he slid his hands back up over her, waiting for her to return the favor as he continued to smile at her… his lips just above her as his forehead rested against hers.
Never one to back down from a challenge, Callie’s hands slipped and slid about the quickly dampening skin at his sides… moving slowly over the lines of his back until her hands slipped under the elastic of his boxer briefs. She had no intention of slipping the material over his hips… not just yet. Instead her hands slid further down, until both hands gripped at his tight, delicious ass - pushing his hips against her own. He could feel her wetness seeping through the material covering him, so hot against him as she continued to grasp at his ass just before she once more arched up into him.
“Callie, please…” he gasped as she ground herself against him again. Her impatience for him was great but that is what she wanted… no, what she needed. She needed to hear him beg, to hear in his voice the same need she felt pressing against her.
Satisfied with her torture and more impatient now than ever, she expertly flicked her wrists - keeping her hands full of his perfect ass while the elastic of his boxers curled down over his hips. Another movement from her and the boxers were down his thighs. There was only a moment between them before Callie’s hands wrapped around what she craved and she instantly guided him into her slick opening… sighing with satisfaction when he lunged forward - burying himself deep inside her.
“Oh, god… Colby…” she gasped as he came to her again and again - each time harder, deeper than the one before. There was nothing graceful about this union. She’d driven him here and she wanted him exactly how he came to her - asking for him to fill her… to fuck her as hard and as deep as he could go.
She was writhing beneath him, her hands now grasping at the bed to steady her as she moved to match him - to take him in as he crashed to her… his breath hot against her shoulder as he rested against her. He touched her deeper inside than any man had ever been and she wanted more. Bucking wildly, begging for him to be brutal… their breath came in uneven gasps and moans… cries for the other cutting through the night until in one violent crash - she shuddered beneath him, her orgasm tearing through her like lightening even as she felt the heat of his cum spilling inside of her. Each twitch of his delicious cock inside her only encouraged her spasm further, giving to him everything she could before her body collapsed beneath him.
Her eyes were closed. Her skin, her clothes, her hair were drenched in sweat as her body continued to pulse with the release he’d given her… and yet suddenly, she felt empty.
Panicking, she willed her eyes to open… her ragged breath echoing through the house before a cry of “No… noooo!” cut through the stillness.
He was gone, but worse than that was the realization that he’d never been there at all. Every thing… his smile, his kiss, his touch… every thing had been a dream, just as it had been for the past two weeks - this dream more graphic than the last.
Colby Granger, newest member to the FBI team, had haunted her dreams since the day she met him. She wanted him. She wanted him from the first moment she set eyes on him, but there were rules. He was her teammate. He was David’s partner. He was sarcastic and witty, sweet and courteous when he thought no one else was looking, he was sexy and smug. He was perfect in a way that Callie thought no man would ever be… at least not for her.
Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit… she cursed as she flailed, flopping from her back onto her stomach and instantly covering her head with her pillow as though that would stop the thoughts running through her head.
She knew there was nothing she could do about it just as she knew there would be no going back to sleep tonight - not after a dream like that. She needed to do something. This simply had to stop. She couldn’t keep dreaming about him only to see him the next morning, remembering his touch - his words… his smell… the way he felt filling her insides and then giving himself over to her.
No, she sighed, sitting up even as her body started to come alive with the now familiar tingles. She needed to do something. She needed to talk to someone and at 3am, she knew the only person to call.
Love in an Elevator, Part 2>>