Fic: White Light, Chapter 4 (CSI Miami, Eric Delko / Ryan Wolfe)
Title: White Light, Chapter 4
Pairing: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Notes: Inspired by the movie Just Like Heaven
CSI Miami Main List
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
“Have a seat, I think I got some…” Eric rummaged through the fridge and pulled out a can. “… whipped cream. I’ll make some coffee.”
“Okie dokie.” Farrah leaned against the table, resting her considerable bust on the tabletop. “So, have you unpacked yet?”
“Nah, I got kitchen and bedroom cleared, but the living room is like a junk yard. I stuffed all the stuff there to wait.”
“You want help?”
“Sorry, but a man’s socks and boxers are sacred.” Eric smirked. He pulled plates and the necessary utensils from the cupboard and set them on the table. “I love whipped cream on stuff, just squirt and lick.”
“So I’ve heard… You want me to do the honours?”
"I always get nervous when women are using knifes... Probably Alexx`s fault.”
“Big one?”
“That’s what girls always say.”
“Piece of pie.”
“Oh… yeah, big one.”
The blond started cutting the pie while Eric took the can of whipped cream and gave it a good shaking. He had almost forgotten the third occupant of the apartment, till he felt an invisible hand grab the can, wrapping itself around Eric’s hand. Faint breathing warmed up the skin on his cheek.
“That’s what the girls always say? You gotta be one hell of a dynamo in bed if you got a reputation as a ladies man with that kinda lines.”
“Shut up.”
“Did you say something?” Farrah glanced up from her pie.
“Just talking to myself.” Eric plastered a fake grin on his face. The grip on the can of whipped cream tightened and started pulling it out of his hand. He grasped it firmer and pulled it right back.
“What did you say about this?” Wolfe’s voice whispered in his ear. “Just squirt and lick?”
Suddenly both the can and Eric’s hand were yanked back and the content of the can was squirted accurately on the blond cutting the pie. She shrieked and jumped up.
“Can’t you wait till I’m done! Or at least till I’m naked!”
“Sorry, sorry!” Eric felt the hand around his own letting go and he dumped the can to the sink. “New can, faulty nuzzle or something.”
“I just bought this top!” Farrah’s voice was still a variation of a shriek and a dog whistle. “It’s ruined! Where’s the bathroom?”
“There.” Eric pointed at the door and the blond rushed out of the kitchen, slamming the bathroom door shut with a loud bang.
“High-strung, isn’t she?” Wolfe’s voice commented and the man himself appeared out of thin air. He was sitting on the kitchen counter, kicking his feet like a giddy little boy. “That almost saved my day.”
“And ruined mine!”
“You didn’t even remember she was coming here.” Wolfe laughed. “Is that your type? Pornstar boob-job, bleached hair and more paint on than an average house.”
“You sabotage my date and now you’re judging my taste in women?”
“You don’t seem to have so much taste when it comes to women that it would require any kind of judgement. And it was just a pie, not a date.”
“It was a date. I don’t need to remember I have one, it just is.”
“Smells good.” Wolfe sniffed the air. His expression softened.
“Don’t even think about it.” Eric warmed and snatched the partly cut pie from the table. “After what you did to my stuff, you’re not touching this.”
“You think I eat?”
“Good point… Listen.” Eric took a deep breath. “Can we continue this later? Sarah’s peeling off her clothes as we speak, I still got a shot here. Just stay out of the way till we’re done, okay?”
“Why would I?”
“Come on, guy to guy-” He had to pause and think about it. “Well, guy to something.”
“Something?” Wolfe repeated and his tone was edging closer to his previous rage.
“Don’t start trashing things again!”
“You want me to get lost so you could exchange STDs with the poor-man’s-Barbie.”
“At least gimme half an hour.”
“Half an hour man?” Wolfe’s voice was once again tingling with laughter. “If that’s all you got, that poor bimbo`s in for a big disappointment.”
“I didn’t say the whole session would take half an hour! There’s nothing wrong with my durability!”
“If you say so…”
“I can keep going for hours, and I got the little black book to prove it!”
“Who are you talking to?” Farrah stood at the kitchen door, staring at him like he had just grown a second head. Followed by a third and fourth. Eric couldn’t get his mouth to operate, he just pointed at the counter where Wolfe had sat.
“I took my top off in front of a lunatic…” The blond shrieked and clutched her top against her heaving chest. “First whipped cream, then you’re talking to invisible people…”
“I wasn’t, he was here-”
“Stay away from me!” She grabbed the first thing she could get her hands on, which happened to be a carton half full of leftover Chinese. “You did that on purpose!”
“I did what?”
“You got whipped cream on me so I would take my top off! What are were you planning to do?!”
“I-”
“You were gonna kill me!” She screamed and her eyes turned even wider. “Of course… you were gonna cut me up and eat me! You… you… you creamy pervert!”
“I didn’t-”
“And who were you talking to just now? You got some imaginary accomplice too? This is so Psycho… You were gonna blame your mom!”
“I’m not going to blame my mom!”
“I’m warning you! People are gonna come looking for me! Big people! With muscles.”
“Sarah-”
“Farrah!”
“Farrah. I’m not a lunatic and I’m not a cannibal-”
“You just argue with thin air all the time!”
“I didn’t argue with thin air, I was arguing with a ghost! Or whatever he is because he’s not dead yet, but that’s not the point!” Eric was getting lost in his own rambling. “I told him to get lost before they pull the plug and he started throwing things and…” He finally took a deep breath. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m totally sane.”
“I can’t believe this…” Farrah groaned and waved the carton of Chinese like a weapon. “I was gonna sleep with you!”
“We can still-”
“No, we can’t! I’ve already had one nutty guy and he tried to cover me with cod-liver oil so he could get it up! Don`t you guys have blue pills or something for that?”
“I’m not-”
“Stay where you are! I’m gonna walk out now, and if you try to follow me I’ll… I’ll… I’ll hit you with the chopsticks!”
She backed out of the apartment, her eyes wide and the leftover still in her hand. As soon as the front door was slammed shut, Wolfe appeared on the kitchen counter again.
“That’s why I gave up women.” He laughed. “They can be so unstable.”
“She’s the biggest gossip mongers in the whole lab!” Eric yelled. He would have tried to grab the man by the throat, but he had learned it wouldn’t do much good. “Now everyone will think I’m going crazy! They’ll think I’m going crazy and luring chicks to my place so I can cover them with whipped cream and then filet them!”
“If you don’t like it here, you’re free to walk out, I’m not.” Wolfe shot him a murderous glare. “Spend three months alone and then we’ll talk.”
“I don`t care, that’s not my problem!”
“It is now.”
Chapter 5