Difficulties In Loving A Redhead Part 8
Title: Difficulties In Loving A Redhead Part 8
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Characters: Horatio/Rick
Word count: 716
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Don't own. Merely borrowing. Will return someday....maybe.
Author's Notes: for froggy_freek
Author's Notes 2: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven
Horatio pulled the Mustang into the parking lot of his favorite restaurant and had to hide a smirk when Rick let out a gasp in surprise.
“You like?” he asked as he parked and turned off the car slipping the keys into his jacket pocket.
“I love eating here,” Rick exclaimed as he turned to face Horatio. “But how did you know that?”
“I didn’t,” Horatio truthfully answered. “I enjoy eating here and thought it would be the perfect place for our ‘first date’.”
Rick soft chuckled.
“What?”
“Now, you know one more fact about me.”
“I guess I can scratch that question off my list,” Horatio quipped before getting out of the car. He walked around and opened Rick’s door for him.
“You came up with a list?” Rick allowed Horatio to help him from the car and held his hand as they walk to the restaurant entrance.
“I did have some time to kill,” Horatio said with a shrug before giving his name to the maitre d.
Rick stayed silent as they were led to a table on the balcony uncertain what to say to keep the conversation going. They were in foreign territory and it was kind of scary.
“What’s wrong?” Horatio inquired.
Rick took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. “To be honest, I’m scared.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure how to keep a conversation going past ‘how was your day?’” Rick truthfully answered.
Horatio reached across the table and took one of Rick’s hands in his. He gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’s simple,” he said. “Ask me a question and I’ll ask you one in return.”
“Don’t laugh if I screw this up.”
“I won’t,” Horatio promised.
Rick opened his mouth to ask Horatio a question when the waiter returned with their wine order, so he closed it. He let Horatio order for both of them while he enjoyed a sip of wine hoping it would ease the sudden dryness in his mouth.
“So where were we?” Horatio asked once the waiter had left. He still held Rick's hand letting his thumb softly caress the back of it.
“With me trying to come up with an intelligent question to ask you,” Rick retorted with a wry grin trying to ignore the shiver of desire that slid down his spine with every caress of Horatio's thumb.
“Oh, I know you’ve got a few of those up your sleeve.”
“Have you always been so confident?”
“No.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Rick replied. “You’ve always seem to be so self-assured.”
“I mess as a teenager,” Horatio countered.
“Weren’t we all.”
“Granted,” Horatio softly chuckled, “but, I spent most of those years trying hold together a dysfunctional family.”
Rick placed his other hand on top of Horatio's to keep the redhead from pulling away. “I didn’t mean to dredge up bad memories.”
“It’s okay,” Horatio reassured the other man. He let Rick hold his hand not surprised that he found comfort in the gesture. “I’ve made peace with most of them.”
Rick nodded knowing for the most part Horatio was telling the truth. “Your turn.”
Horatio smiled. “When did you pick up photography as a hobby?”
“I was ten when my uncle gave me my first camera. He spent an afternoon showing me how to use it, and I was hooked,” Rick explained. “It was the best birthday present I ever received as a kid. So, what about you?”
“What about me?”
“What was the best birthday present you ever received?”
“As a kid or period?”
“Period.”
“The best present was when you refurbished my nana’s old cookbook,” Horatio answered around the sudden lump in his throat. He reached for his wine glass and took a large gulp.
Rick softly smiled when he saw how emotional Horatio got answering such a simple question. He knew the cookbook had been special to the redhead, but until now he didn’t realize how special it truly was. “You really did love her.”
Horatio ducked his head to hide the few tears that had gathered in his eyes when he thought of the woman who kept him sane all those years ago. “Yes,” he murmured. “And, one day I hope to give her cookbook to Kyle.”
Rick let go of Horatio's hand and slipped a finger under his chin. He made Horatio look up.
They locked eyes and communicated on a level where words weren’t necessary.
Tbc...
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Characters: Horatio/Rick
Word count: 716
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Don't own. Merely borrowing. Will return someday....maybe.
Author's Notes: for froggy_freek
Author's Notes 2: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven
Horatio pulled the Mustang into the parking lot of his favorite restaurant and had to hide a smirk when Rick let out a gasp in surprise.
“You like?” he asked as he parked and turned off the car slipping the keys into his jacket pocket.
“I love eating here,” Rick exclaimed as he turned to face Horatio. “But how did you know that?”
“I didn’t,” Horatio truthfully answered. “I enjoy eating here and thought it would be the perfect place for our ‘first date’.”
Rick soft chuckled.
“What?”
“Now, you know one more fact about me.”
“I guess I can scratch that question off my list,” Horatio quipped before getting out of the car. He walked around and opened Rick’s door for him.
“You came up with a list?” Rick allowed Horatio to help him from the car and held his hand as they walk to the restaurant entrance.
“I did have some time to kill,” Horatio said with a shrug before giving his name to the maitre d.
Rick stayed silent as they were led to a table on the balcony uncertain what to say to keep the conversation going. They were in foreign territory and it was kind of scary.
“What’s wrong?” Horatio inquired.
Rick took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. “To be honest, I’m scared.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure how to keep a conversation going past ‘how was your day?’” Rick truthfully answered.
Horatio reached across the table and took one of Rick’s hands in his. He gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’s simple,” he said. “Ask me a question and I’ll ask you one in return.”
“Don’t laugh if I screw this up.”
“I won’t,” Horatio promised.
Rick opened his mouth to ask Horatio a question when the waiter returned with their wine order, so he closed it. He let Horatio order for both of them while he enjoyed a sip of wine hoping it would ease the sudden dryness in his mouth.
“So where were we?” Horatio asked once the waiter had left. He still held Rick's hand letting his thumb softly caress the back of it.
“With me trying to come up with an intelligent question to ask you,” Rick retorted with a wry grin trying to ignore the shiver of desire that slid down his spine with every caress of Horatio's thumb.
“Oh, I know you’ve got a few of those up your sleeve.”
“Have you always been so confident?”
“No.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Rick replied. “You’ve always seem to be so self-assured.”
“I mess as a teenager,” Horatio countered.
“Weren’t we all.”
“Granted,” Horatio softly chuckled, “but, I spent most of those years trying hold together a dysfunctional family.”
Rick placed his other hand on top of Horatio's to keep the redhead from pulling away. “I didn’t mean to dredge up bad memories.”
“It’s okay,” Horatio reassured the other man. He let Rick hold his hand not surprised that he found comfort in the gesture. “I’ve made peace with most of them.”
Rick nodded knowing for the most part Horatio was telling the truth. “Your turn.”
Horatio smiled. “When did you pick up photography as a hobby?”
“I was ten when my uncle gave me my first camera. He spent an afternoon showing me how to use it, and I was hooked,” Rick explained. “It was the best birthday present I ever received as a kid. So, what about you?”
“What about me?”
“What was the best birthday present you ever received?”
“As a kid or period?”
“Period.”
“The best present was when you refurbished my nana’s old cookbook,” Horatio answered around the sudden lump in his throat. He reached for his wine glass and took a large gulp.
Rick softly smiled when he saw how emotional Horatio got answering such a simple question. He knew the cookbook had been special to the redhead, but until now he didn’t realize how special it truly was. “You really did love her.”
Horatio ducked his head to hide the few tears that had gathered in his eyes when he thought of the woman who kept him sane all those years ago. “Yes,” he murmured. “And, one day I hope to give her cookbook to Kyle.”
Rick let go of Horatio's hand and slipped a finger under his chin. He made Horatio look up.
They locked eyes and communicated on a level where words weren’t necessary.
Tbc...