Fic: Domesticated, Chapter 6: Stained (CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko)
Title: Domesticated, Chapter 6: Stained
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Notes: This is a sequel for The Next Morning. Some things may not make sense, if you haven`t read that one.
Chapter 1: Roomies With Benefits
Chapter 2: Deprived
Chapter 3: Pre-Panick
Chapter 4: Mile High
Chapter 5: Nervous Flyer
Interlude: Compulsive
“Don’t give me that look.” Eric was looking like an embarrassed teenager. “I was gonna change them myself.”
“Eric, I understand that we have to change the sheets when we’ve had some one-on-one time.” Ryan marched to the bathroom carrying the stained sheets.
“Babe-”
“But I can’t understand how you can stain them like this when you’re alone for two hours.”
“I can explain-”
“I’m sure you can, but I don’t know if I wanna hear it.”
“It’s not what you think!”
“Really? How many possibilities do you have?”
“It’s vanilla ice-cream.”
“Ice-cream? All of it?”
“Well… most of it.”
“And what else is there?”
“Nothing interesting…..”
“Eric.”
“Fine, the rest of it is exactly what you think it is.”
“Let’s see if I got this right.” Ryan shoved the sheet to the laundry hamper. “I take Ally to the parent-baby- swimming class and you decide to jerk off with a tub of ice cream.”
“Well, it’s easy to make it sound sleazy!”
“It is sleazy. And we had sex last night, even your libido’s not that uncontrollable.”
“Would you listen, it was all because of you!”
“That would be really flattering, if you had jumped on me instead of coming all over my favourite sheets.”
“I thought you liked the blue stripy ones.”
“Yeah, but they’re not my favourites.”
“Anyway, I was thinking of you.”
“And you couldn’t wait till I got back?”
“Well….”
“Just be happy I’m not a suspicious person. If I was, I would start to suspect you had someone here and then you waited for me to handle your dirty sheets.”
“I didn’t have anyone here!”
“And I didn’t say you had.”
“But you implied!”
“Well, did you?”
“No.”
“So you just spilt a tub of ice-cream on the sheet and then you thought : What the hell, I’ll jerk off to the same sheets, he wont notice.”
“Would you just listen to me?!”
“Fine.” Ryan crossed his arms across his chest. “Let’s hear it.”
“I was gonna watch that movie you got last week. You said you were gonna lend it to Valera, so I thought I should check it out before she keeps it for three months. Like my Simpsons box-”
“And then?”
“And I got a bowl of ice-cream and I set the TV in the bedroom. I got excited and I spilled the ice cream when I…. you know. Reached the highpoint.”
“Watching Eddie Murphy? Right… And then?”
“And stop saying And then! After a while I realised that it was the wrong disk.”
“So what was it?”
“Remember that new video camera you got last Christmas?”
“Yeah.”
“Remember the first time we tried it?”
“You mean….?” Ryan turned pale as a sheet. “I thought you got rid of that! One whoops-this-wasn`t supposed-to-end-up in-the-AV-lab incident was enough!”
“I kinda forgot….”
“You forgot? Don’t even try to look innocent, it doesn’t suit you.”
“Okay, I admit! I hid it.”
“Let me guess….” Ryan sounded like he was trying his best to stay calm. “The whole story about a wrong disk was a lie. You hid our home movie because you knew I would destroy it and you watched it when I left you alone. Am I right?”
“Maybe….”
“Delko!”
“There’s that Delko again…. You always call me Delko when you’re angry.”
“Well I am angry! First our case meets a dead-end, than I have to go grocery shopping again because you forget the list, and then this!” Ryan was practically screaming. He rubbed his temples and tried to calm down. He didn’t say anything for a while.
“Querido? Eric approached him carefully. “What’s going on? They’re just sheets. And nobody else saw the movie.”
Ryan sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall.
“Sorry. I just… I had one hell of a day.”
“Okay.” Eric sat down next to him. “Tell me.”
“I got a letter from Las Vegas.”
“Don’t tell me….”
“Yep, mummy dearest.” Ryan dug a crumbled envelope from his back pocket. “Read it yourself.”
Eric took the envelope. It contained a short letter and a printed invitation.
“She’s getting married?”
“Yeah, to some poor bastard I’ve never even heard of.”
“Why is she having her wedding in Boston?”
“She’s trying to get back to people’s good graces. She pretty much burned all the bridges behind her. Read the letter.”
Eric scanned thought the short note. “United front?”
“How can you show people some damn united front when can’t stand each other?”
“You don’t need to go if you don’t want to. Just tell her you can’t get time off.”
“She wants to see Ally.” Ryan let out a uncontrollable chuckle. “Translation: She wants to be seen with Ally. Doting grandma and so on.”
“Well, she’s never seen her. Her only grandkid”
“And she never will. I spend most of my childhood with that woman. When the babysitter had a day off…. She makes Medusa look like Winnie the Pooh.”
“Hey, I met her. Five minutes and that was enough for a lifetime.”
“Exactly.” Ryan grabbed the invitation and tore it to pieces. “I’m not going there and she’s not coming anywhere near Ally.”
TBC