The Visibile Spectrum (Part Three) -Fic-
Title: The Visible Spectrum (Part Three)
Characters: Caleb/Cordelia
Rating: M for sex
Word Count: 1,633
Summary: Sometimes, life is better told through colors.
Disclaimer: I own them.
Feedback: Is always appreciated
Author's Notes: We only get two because these turned out really long. That and the last four are all related to something that begins with a W. The red coat has been mentioned before.
Follows Part One and Part Two.
-----------------------
Red
Humming, Cordelia unlocks the door to Caleb's apartment. She'd made the trip down to Virginia to stay for part of the week, having time off from classes. She'd even taken advantage of her vacation days at the bakery.
Her boyfriend’s apartment in Quantico is nice. It’s certainly not as large her loft apartment, but Caleb lives by himself and is rarely here, usually off somewhere to track down fugitives. It has a kitchen, a bedroom, and a living room; perfect for him.
There are boxes and trash bags in the living room, she notices, as she walks in.
He had mentioned something about cleaning out and donating some things that he no longer used. Her boyfriend is an odd male specimen sometimes. In her experience her father and brothers never clean unless ordered to do so by the formidable stare of Robin Eppes.
“Caleb, I’m back,” Cordelia hollers, setting down her shopping bags on top of the kitchen bar.
While her hands are busy pulling out the odds and ends she had gone out to pick up, an arm wraps around her waist as a pair of lips press against her cheek. Smiling, she turns to give him a real kiss.
Caleb’s half grin is in place. “Hey, ‘Delia. I didn’t expect you back so early.”
A frown replaces the smile as she notices him shift his feet and dart his eyes to the front door. Warily, she arches an eyebrow before replying. “It’s been three hours. I only went into town. Why?”
Another flick of his eyes. “No reason. I just thought you’d be gone longer.”
The purchased items are quickly put away. Picking her purse up off the bar, Cordelia eyes Caleb in suspicion. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Sweetheart.”
With pursed lips, she walks to the back of the apartment where his bedroom is. The use of the name ‘Sweetheart’ tells her that he is lying. He only calls her that when he knows that she’s upset or will get upset.
Caleb Edgerton has done something and it has to do with her.
Cordelia sets her purse out of the way and sets off back to the living room, talking while she walks. “We could go out to dinner tonight.”
His lean frame is slouching against the couch. “That would be nice. It’s actually warm here as opposed to your dreadful city where it’s cold all the time.”
“It is not cold all the time in Boston.”
Eyes roll and he smirks. “Yeah, but you won’t need your coat if we go out.”
She is about to concede him that point when his mouth snaps shut and he stands back up. The eyebrow arches again and she narrows her eyes. “What did you do?”
“Nothing,” he repeats quickly.
Mouth pursed, Cordelia cocks her head and looks around the small apartment for the familiar red of her coat.
It happens to be nowhere in sight, not where she had left it this morning nor where he would have moved it while packing his old clothes up.
And that is when it hits her.
Whirling around, Cordelia’s jaw clenches. “You didn’t,” she hisses.
Caleb throws his hands up in surrender as she advances on him. “Now, Sweetheart, I know exactly where it is. Jack has gone to get it-”
Furious, she can barely form words as her finger jabs at his chest. “Caleb Royal Edgerton, you tell me right now that you did not donate my priceless Burberry coat to Goodwill.”
His back hits the wall next to the door. Thinking for a minute, he states, “I did not purposely donate your red coat to Goodwill. It was an accident.”
Cordelia lets out a yell that would have made Xena the Warrior Princess proud, hands outstretched for his neck.
At that exact moment, the front door bursts open. Jack holds her beloved coat in his raised hands. “I got it, Bingo! You’re saved… Oh,” he takes stock of the sight she makes while trying to strangle his partner and wisely thrusts the coat at them. “I’m just gonna go.” He retreats, slamming the door.
Calmly, Cordelia releases her boyfriend’s neck. The haze of red has fled from her vision. Wordlessly, she takes her Burberry coat and stomps down the hall.
“Are we still on for dinner, Sweetheart?”
Her growl is the only answer he gets.
Gold
A deep rumble shakes the refurbished home.
Caleb pauses to listen to the thunder as it dies off into a purr. Once it’s gone, he continues on his path to the downstairs level. The Dorchester lake side home is sturdily built on a strong foundation, so he has no worry that the raging thunderstorm will do any harm. Possibly to the barn, but he doesn’t even think that is going to happen and the horses should be safe.
In the kitchen, he grabs a glass from above, intent on making a drink. He ducks down to the liquor cabinet and comes back up. Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the entire front yard in a flash of brilliant white and gold.
It’s the figure that is lit up that makes him drop the bottle and take the three steps to the door. He wrenches it open, stepping out and onto the wide porch.
Caleb stares at the spinning figure of his fiancée.
Cordelia Eppes, soon to be Cordelia Edgerton, is dancing in the middle of their yard. Her face appears as she spins around and she looks to be laughing as the rain pours down, the lightning strikes, and the thunder crashes.
She’d had to travel into the city for her biweekly magazine piece, due to be back right about now. Apparently, the lure of the storm had distracted her from coming inside like a normal person.
He watches her for a few minutes and then his feet are carrying him across the yard to her pirouetting figure. A bolt of lightning splinters overhead, bisecting into more until the sky lights up gold.
His hand grabs for her and she spins into his chest.
Her grin is wide and he finds that she is laughing. “Are you crazy?” he roars over the thunder that booms from overhead.
Cordelia shakes her head, wet hair slapping against her neck. “No,” she cries breathlessly. “It’s beautiful. All this power. Raw power. It’s nature…. Nature at its height.”
She would find something artistic about a thunderstorm, no doubt writing her own story in her head as she danced, he thinks.
Caleb tugs her arm as the storm intensifies, the rain coming down harder until it stung, the lightning turning violent, and the thunder coming more frequently.
They run together and hit the steps of the porch at the same time.
He studies her under the covered landing. Her eyes are wide as they stare out at the lawn, nearly black in their intensity. His own slide down her figure; fire races through his body. She’d worn a dress earlier today but the rain has made the gauzy cloth sheer. Her chest heaves as she breathes and his eyes are drawn to her breasts.
Cordelia turns to him, catching him staring. That coy smile is directed towards him. She sings softly, “I got lightning in my veins and thunder in my chest. All tangled up with you and trying to catch my breath.”
At the last line she steps closer, lining her body up against his. The touch of her skin against his is all it takes to send him moving.
Caleb bends down and catches her lips with his in a bruising kiss. His hands grasp her waist and she jumps up, hands going around his neck and legs to his waist. He walks them backwards until they find the wall of the house.
Her hands slip into his hair and grasp and pull. His mouth parts and her tongue darts in to furiously twine with his.
Cordelia moves her lips down to his neck, sucking at the pulse that beats erratically due to her.
He lets her be busy with his neck. He’s got another goal in mind and he’s not nearly satisfied enough with simply pushing her dress up and fucking her against the side of their house. He wants her naked and her skin against his.
Caleb works his hand behind her back and finds the zipper, pulling it down hastily. From there it is easy to work the dress down to her waist; a light slap to her thigh draws her attention from his neck and she drops her legs so he can send the dress to the wooden planks. He praises God that she’d worn the bra that clasped in the front and that too is gone soon.
Finally, his prize is exposed. He takes a moment to stare at them and then drops his mouth to her glorious breasts. Licks and nips and teeth and sucks send her head flying backwards to bang against the wall. He grins around a nipple when she curses at the bang.
She’s satisfied to let him have his fill for a few minutes but soon her fingers are ripping at his clothes. Her feet have to be set down long enough to divest him of his clothes. Then, she’s got her legs hooked back around his waist, clawing and pleading.
Caleb thrusts up into her and as he does so lightning crashes. The air crackles with energy, his face is reflected in her shining eyes, and time slows as their breaths mingle with their lips barely apart.
‘I love you’s are exchanged.
And then the thunder sounds, the spell broken.
He drives upward and she keens until they rise and then fall together.
Force of nature, indeed, he thinks before placing a spent kiss against her fluttering eyelids.