Choices 4F/?, CSI Miami, Calleigh/Natalia, NC-17
Title: Choices 4F/?
Pairing: Calleigh/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I spend a lot of time with them. This is gonna get read dark folks, so consider yourselves forewarned. Archiving: P & P, DuVista, women_in_kevlar, all others please ask. Next in my series. Many thanks to Soul_Caged aka Complete_Machine for being my new writing partner. This is not beta’d so all mistakes are ours
Reaching down to take Calleigh’s hands, Natalia carefully helped her up off the sofa. “Actually, I was going to say to help yourself, because I would like to have a talk with Calleigh for a few minutes. I want to go over a few things with her.
Jordan said nothing except to busy himself in their kitchen, pulling out ingredients. He placed his cell phone on the counter in case Gray should chirp back with results.
Gently leading her wife into their bedroom, Natalia let her go though the doorway first, before closing the door behind them, then walking around to stand in front of Calleigh with her arms across her chest.
“What exactly did you mean when you said we have both killed for the other?”
Calleigh’s eyes turned hard. “Just what I said. Because of my carelessness, you had to kill that man yesterday, and I know that you would do it again if you had to.”
Taking a step closer to Calleigh. “Who did you kill Calleigh, because of me?”
Looking down at the carpet, Calleigh took a deep breath. “I killed Jake. I murdered him up on that roof top.”
Shaking her head, Natalia looked at her in disbelief. “No, you shot him when he threw the knife.”
Bring up her head; Calleigh’s expression was heartbreaking, because she just knew that this would be something that Natalia could never forgive. Turning away, she continued. “No, I murdered him. I could have only shot him once, and it would have been enough. Instead, I shot him three times. Once in the shoulder, once in the stomach, and the final time, in his heart. He had kidnapped, and beaten you. He was trying to keep us apart, and he would have never stopped. He would have gotten out, and come after us again. I was not let that happen, so I did what I had to do, and I would do it again.”
Natalia’s hands found themselves into the blonde’s hair forcing her to look at her. “It doesn’t change anything because I would have done far worse if it had been you, il mio amore.” She looked hard into her wife’s beautiful face. “I killed that man because I had to save your life, the lives of others. You did what you had to, just like I did what I had to.” She murmured, looking hard at Calleigh, wanting her to understand.
Tears were falling freely down her face as Calleigh stared back at the love of her life. She didn’t hate her. She understood. Closing her eyes, Calleigh let go of all the guilt that she had been carrying around for so long, because of what she had done. When she opened the back, they were bright, and full of love. “I love you Natalia. You are my world, and I will always protect you.”
“And I will always love you, just as much baby. You are my world as well; this life doesn’t work without you.” She leaned down, crushing her lips into Calleigh’s, passionately trying to pour all of her love, affection, admiration, and desire into one kiss.
Calleigh pulled her hard against her body, not caring about the pain; she needed to feel Natalia’s body against hers. She wanted to be surrounded by her warmth, her pulse, to feel the breath coming in and going out of her body. Frantically she pushed up Natalia’s shirt up so that she could run her hands over silken skin.
Natalia whimpered, picking Calleigh up in her arms, laying her down on the bed softly before climbing on top of her, nipping at her kiss swollen lips before capturing them in a heated kiss. She lifted her arms, allowing the blonde to remove her shirt.
Rolling them over, Calleigh leaned down to capture one of Natalia’s nipple’s between her lips, while she situated herself between her thighs, groaning at the heat that came through.
Slowly she moved down the bronze body, using her fingers, and tongue to taste and feel everything that she had been missing for the past few days. ‘Ah the sweet torture.’ Dipping her tongue into her belly button, twirling it about like she was going to do in a different area in a few moments.
Natalia arched up against the tender, but heated assault; hands fisting the sheets and eyes rolling back in her head. This was where her home, her heart laid with this woman. Everything that she had gone through up until then was to get her to this woman, to this place, to this love. Reaching down with one hand, she gently tugged on the golden tresses that were moving slowly down her body.
Fiery green eyes looked up from dark curls, barely focused.
“Don’t.....”
“I won’t....” Calleigh answered before finally dipping her tongue into damp curls, moaning with the sweetness that she found. Slowly she licked her very slowly; starting at her entrance all the way up to the top of her clit, then back again. Circling her clit, never fully touching it, always teasing, Calleigh was driving slowly Natalia up the wall. She was trying to go as slow as could, wanting this to last, but her wife was having none of that as she tried to pull her ever closer. Calleigh hummed as she tried to savor every drop of her wife’s essence, every inch of Natalia’s sex was calling to her, begging to be touched.
Natalia couldn’t take much more, her wife had a very talented tongue and she praised the lord every day that she was the one that she used it on.
Finally with a final lick, a long draw, and a gentle bite, Natalia went perfectly still for one exquisite moment. One moment where time and space were in perfect alignment and she felt everything, before she floated back down.
Natalia whimpered as Calleigh gave her sex one long slow kiss before crawling carefully up the bronzed body. She nuzzled her nose into soft caramel hair before stealing a soft kiss. “I love you so much Talia....” she whispered.
Wrapping her arms around her wife, and snuggling deeper into the embrace, Natalia smiled happily. “I love you too baby.” She kissed her temple just as softly, and smiled again.
They stayed that way, very happily, both trying to catch their breath for quite awhile until sounds from the outside made their way into the room.
~*~
After leaving the DuVista’s, Grayson made her way over to Sparky’s. She watched from the safety of her sports car, while Sparky signed for a crate of wiring that was being delivered into his seedy motel that he operated out of. Grayson hated Sparky. He took people’s privacy for money.
She listened as Jordan chirped that the DuVista’s wanted no one killed, and to be careful. That mean she couldn’t chop anyone up into tiny pieces of shark bait, what a shame. She watched while the three bodyguards stood outside while all the crates were escorted into through the kitchen entrance. She silently screwed the silencer onto the end of the Glock 9mm handgun, and smiled, slipping the brass knuckles down her cleavage.
Stepping from the car, she walked up behind one of the bodyguards, and shot him in the back of the knee, watching the cartilage explode from the other side. His two counterparts turned at his scream, and saw him lying on the pavement being stood over by a bombshell in a miniskirt and heels, holding a silenced handgun.
Both bodyguards reached for their guns, however unsuccessfully, as Cerano shot them both in the bicep, watching them drop to their knees, holding their arms. She pistol-whipped two out of the three men, leaving the third for questioning on her way out.
Silently she walked up the stairs, passing several prostitutes who either looked at her hungrily, or in jealousy for her body. She paid them no mind. At the end of the hallway, Sparky looked up. As soon as he saw who it was, he paled considerably in the low lighting.
“Sparky, it’s been awhile.” She smiled sweetly, pointing the gun at his head. He froze as did the prostitutes in the hallway.
“Grayson…. long time no see, where’s your brother?” He looked around nervously. If Jordan wasn’t here, there wasn’t a chance this meeting would be without blood.
“Oh, he’s visiting some friends. Why don’t we go into your office to talk in private?” She pushed the silenced gun into his temple, smiling hatefully. “That way, in case I shoot you, no one will see anything.”
Sparky Henderson was terrified of the Cerano twins. Jordan made him quiver in fear, but Grayson made him piss his pants and cry for his mother, and she was dead.
He silently opened the door, and shut it after her, motioning for her to take a seat, which she refused politely, and remained standing. Tossing the mangled red light camera onto his desk, she pulled the brass knuckles out of her cleavage, and slipped them onto her right hand, while tucking the pistol into the back of her skirt. “Who ordered it?” she asked.
“Cerano, I can’t divulge details you know tha...” Whatever else Sparky was going to say was cut off by a vicious punch to the hip. He screamed in pain, falling to the floor holding his hip while Grayson stood over him.
“I’m going to ask you again. Who ordered it?” Her voice was deadly calm. Her black eyes glittering maliciously.
Sparky felt sweat run down the back of his neck as the tears pooled in his eyes. “I-I-I don’t know! It’s anonymous! It was ordered and shipped over the internet!” He winced as she leaned down lifting his five foot six inch body off the floor by the front of his shirt, letting his feet dangle above the floor.
“Then I need the address.” She smiled again. This was becoming taxing. She was wasting precious time that could be spent tracking down Delko and bringing him alive, albeit severely fucked up, to Calleigh and Natalia.
“I CAN’T!!” pleaded Henderson, he placed his hands together pleading.
Cerano didn’t even flinch when she punched him in the ribs, hearing the sickening crunch of crushed bone; she dropped him back onto the floor.
He was sobbing in pain by now, coughing up hunks of blood. She walked over to the phone, and pulled it off the hook. “I’m going to dial 911. When they get here, they’ll either find your corpse or someone with severely broken ribs and a cracked hip. I’ll ask you one last time, what is the address?” She pulled the gun out of the back of her skirt, and pointed it at his skull.
~*~
Natalia lifted her head up when she heard a loud bark followed by a wet splash, and the sound of a squeaky toy being chomped on by a large animal. She turned to look at her wife in curiosity, their neighbors didn’t have dogs.
Raising her head from Natalia’s shoulder, Calleigh listen carefully, until she heard, “Adonis,” Then she turned back to her wife. “I believe that we have some new family members for you to meet. Come on.”
Getting off the bed, they went into the bathroom to clean up, before Natalia got dressed, and they went out to see what the noise was all about.
Jordan had Grayson up on the counter, who was trying to push his hands away. She had a vicious cut through her bottom lip, and a bloody nose. “STOP.” She made it quite clear that antiseptic wasn’t going anywhere near her face. Jordan sighed and growled. “Put your hands down or this is going to end up as another scar.” Grayson stared at him balefully, and then noticed Calleigh and Natalia standing at doorway.
Natalia balled her hands into fists, trying to control the urge to go over to help Jordan, but she stayed where she was. Instead, she just asked, “Does the other guy look worse?”
The cruel smile was an obvious answer, despite the blood in her teeth, Grayson looked quite happy with herself. Jordan however, looked annoyed, and exasperated, so he busied himself with cleaning the cuts on her fists from the brass knuckles. “I swear you do this for fun....” he muttered under his breath.
Grayson reached over, and stuffed two pieces of cotton up both nostrils, before she picked up an ice pack, and pushed against her lips, covering her bloody smile, as she gave the two women thumbs up.
Shaking her head, Natalia shook her hands to relax them, before going over to see, exactly how bad her cousin was hurt. Gently pulling away the ice pack, she winced at the split lip. “I would suggest no trumpet playing for the next few days until that heals.”
Grayson narrowed her eyes, but shrugged, picking up a plastic cup, spitting a mouthful of blood into it. The slice went through both lips, and was bleeding into her mouth. She licked her lips unconsciously. “I found Sparky.” She smiled widely again. Putting the ice pack back on the corner of her mouth, trying to stop the swelling.
Stepping forward to look at the damage of her young friend, Calleigh’s eyebrow arched as she retorted. “And it looks like he found you too.”
A loud bark of laughter was the blonde’s answer, Grayson’s mouth turned into a very wide bloody smile, and she laughed even harder. Finally the laughter subsided. “I guess you could say that.” She held up the mirror, and smiled haughtily at her reflection. “Scar’s are the new black.” She joked. “I also found who ordered the camera, sort of, but I got an address where it was sent for the delivery conformation.”
“What was the address?” Calleigh simply asked.
“Want to go Blondie?’ was Grayson’s retort. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.” Grayson reached behind her, pulled out a bloody piece of office paper, and handed it to her.
The paper was smeared with blood, but the address clearly read 580 NW 118 ST, the name was obviously fake, John Smith?
“The house was empty, sort of, camera equipment, some blank DVD’s, a few of those camera’s.... and this big mother fucker who gave me this present.” She pointed at her face smiling. “He told he’d been hired by this cop, and he was supposed to doing surveillance on two crooked CSI women that matched your descriptions.”
After she recovered from the shock of being described as crooked, Natalia had to ask. “What was the description of the person who hired him?”
“I’m 95% sure it was Delko. There was no way this guy was lying to me with the cop’s description.” She looked sideways at the brass knuckles sitting on her duffel bag, hoping that they didn’t see the flecks of blood on the brass.
Calleigh caught her glance, but said nothing about it, instead asked. “Was there anything else there that could lead to where Eric is?”
Grayson hopped down from the counter, took some tape, wrapping up her right hand slowly before placing the tape and the antiseptic back into the bag. She then slid her heels off, and placed them back into the bag, flexing her toes, she looked into the backyard at the dogs jumping into her cousin’s pool.
“By that time, he’d kind of lost consciousness. If you want, I can go back and ask him. He can’t have made it to a phone that quickly....” she muttered the last part under her breath. Looking at Jordan, who was shaking his head. Instead, he took the keys off the counter, and went to go get dog food out of the car.
Sighing, Calleigh went into the kitchen, filled up a medium sized pot full of water, and placed it on the stove to boil. Then walking over to the duffle bag, she grabbed the brass knuckles before stopping in front of Grayson, holding out her hand. “Is this the only pair or do you have a back up?”
Like a child who’d been caught with her hand in a cookie jar, she pulled a bloody pair out of the back of her skirt, and handed it to the blonde. She shrugged like it didn’t matter that she’d most likely disfigured the man for life, but there are times when hard choices had to be made, you couldn’t be the hero all the time. She spit another mouthful of blood into the cup watching the blonde while Jordan walked through the door with a 40-pound bag of dog food.
Standing in the middle of the room while all of this was going on, Natalia was beginning to look a little bit confused. Shaking her head, she muttered to herself. “Somewhere along the line, the inmates took control of the asylum, and I’m totally lost.”
Calleigh smiled as she heard her wife, so she came around and led her to a bar stool to sit on. “It’s ok Darlin’, I’ll explain it to you in a bit.” Patting Natalia’s hand, she walked over to the cabinet to get two huge bowls for the dogs.
Grayson was starting to get annoyed with the amount of blood, pouring into her mouth, it wouldn’t stop. Confused, she opened her mouth, and looked into a mirror. “Well fuck me....” She realized it was going to be another scar. She whimpered quietly, touching it.
Calleigh peered at the cut. “We have some surgical glue, if that would help. Natalia had to use is when her legs were sliced.”
Grayson’s whimpering stopped immediately, and she stared Natalia down with a look. Jordan dropped the bag on the floor, staring at the brunette as well.
Looking at the twins, Natalia finally spoke. “Uh, I guess that you weren’t around a few months back when there was someone killing women who looked like me. Well, he kidnapped me, and decided to show me his carving skills.” Shrugging, Natalia continued. “I know that it’s not in good taste, but I have to joke about what happened sometimes, because if I don’t, it will haunt me, and I’ll have too many nightmares.”
Grayson sat perfectly, still not moving at all. Nightmares were something that she knew too well. When they had renovated their building last summer, she’d installed soundproofing into the bricks of their bedrooms so she and Jordan wouldn’t wake one another in the middle of the night. Jordan came around the corner, and pulled both Natalia and Calleigh into another large gentle hug, careful of the blonde’s fractured ribs.
Calleigh looked at her wife, laughing. “He’s the hugger, she’s the muscle.”
Grayson smiled thinly, and opened the kit on the counter pulling out a numbing agent, a needle, and dissolving thread plus a mirror, and tweezers. Gathering up her supplies, she headed towards the spare bedroom while Jordan kept them distracted. The bleeding had to stop or she was going to the hospital. Hospitals meant questions, and questions meant more cops with badges and guns. She had to find Eric now.
Natalia jumped off the barstool, following the young woman, grabbing the first aid kit that Calleigh was holding out.
Grayson set all her supplies down on the counter, and started stringing the needle. She’d stitched herself up numerous times, which was why she never complained about her scars, it was her own handy work. She remembered Jordan watching her in dread the night her parents had died, when they’d stumbled back up the street to their own home. She’d ran inside, and done it herself with a sewing needle and thread until they’d made it to their grandfathers the next day. She’d passed out three times trying to sew her neck back up, but in the end, Jordan had helped her like the saint he always was.
Entering the bathroom, Natalia almost balked at the supplies laid out in front of her cousin. “Grayson let me help you please. This won’t be as painful, and it will heal faster.”
Watching her out of the corner of her eye in the mirror, the younger woman leaned towards the mirror applying the numbing agent to the skin. She then ran hot water cleaning the needle before wrapping the thread around her fingers until she needed it. “Talia. It’s fine. I don’t need the glue, though if you would hold my cut together, it would make this easier?” She looked up hopefully at Natalia.
Instead, Natalia firmly pushed the younger woman to sit on the vanity stool, opened her own kit, and took out the glue. “Jordan! Would you come in here for a moment?”
Grayson glared silently at her brother who appeared in the doorway. “Touch me, and you’ll be eating through a tube for a month, you mammoth.”
“Cal, come here darlin.”
“Blondie, if you want to continue to shoot your guns at your little range, the same goes for you.” Grayson stood up, and dared all three of them to touch her.
“Sit down!” was all Natalia said, her eyes were hard. “As you said, family is forever, and we all are family. We take care of each other, so sit down, and let us.”
Grayson stared back at the brunette for a moment, but then for some unknown reason, she sat back down crossing her arms, and rolled both of her eyes, one of which was about to turn a nasty shade of purple.
“Fucking fine.... Christ on a cracker....” She muttered under her breath. Smart woman she thought, she knew that physically, she wouldn’t hurt them.
“Watch you language. Swear all you want, just don’t take Jesus’ name in vain. One house rule.” Natalia leaned over the young woman. “Cal, come here and hold the wounds closed for me.”
“Gray’s got a mouth that could make a priest blush.” Jordan smirked, leaning against the doorframe. He’d finally lived to see the day someone could make his sister shut the hell up, and listen. “Isn’t that what your last girlfriend said?” Grayson shot him the middle finger.
Nudging the young man aside, Calleigh made her way to the wounded woman, and after washing her hands, carefully held together the gaping skin while Natalia applied the glue. Smiling while she was putting on the last bit, she couldn’t resist saying, “Now I don’t want you to talk for at least ten minutes. Take a shower, but don’t get your face wet. You can wash it later.”
Grayson had the polite grace to refrain from splitting the glue just to add a parting remark; she stood up with Jordan’s help. He helped her out of her shredded shirt and destroyed skirt that were both covered in blood. When he turned her around to help her into the shower, Calleigh and Natalia were treated to an array of violent scars in the bathroom light.
Jordan helped her into the shower, threw a towel over the top of the curtain, and walked with the women into the living room to explain why Grayson’s dogs were swimming in her pool.
Sitting on the sofa, Calleigh patiently waited for the young man to start talking, while Natalia put away the kit, and washed her hands again.
“We brought Adonis and Echo, because neither one of us can be here all the time, though Grayson will be sleeping here to protect you. At night, I’ll be working to find Eric, and she’ll work the days. This requires both of our attentions.” He explained, pouring the food into the bowls, pulling out two towels, and walked outside to dry both massive pit bulls. Echo bolted through the house, and jumped on the couch next to Calleigh whining. Adonis however, walked in slowly sniffing, then followed his mistress’s trail to the shut door, he plopped himself on the floor waiting patiently, much like Calleigh.
Natalia sat on the arm of the sofa, next to Calleigh, looking at the dogs.
Echo sat up, and licked Natalia across the face, letting her tongue wipe across her mouth, nose, and forehead.
“I think she likes you.” Jordan laughed.
“You are so washing your face, and brushing your teeth before you kiss me again.” Calleigh laughed.
Jordan roared in laughter, his hand on Calleigh’s arm, he doubled over, and held his sides. Grayson finally came out of the bathroom, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, barefoot with her hair dried and light make up. She sat down quietly on the floor with Adonis who was sniffing her face.
Grayson looked from her brother over to the two women, and held up her hands in a silent question, asking what was so funny.
Jordan caught his breath, and looked at his sister, quietly motioning. ‘Echo just licked Natty in the face, and Calleigh said that she had to wash her face before she kissed her again. Oh, it was amazing.” Grayson laughed quietly, trying not to split too wide of a smile. Finally, the time passed and she could talk. “Epic.”
Calleigh arched an eyebrow, “Natty?”
“Welcome to the family, be prepared for nick names, random musicals, practical jokes, and the like.”Jordan smiled wrapping an arm around his sister, hugging her tightly to him, then he attempted to crush her, while she easily slipped out from underneath him, and had him in a headlock moments later.
Watching the two playfully wrestle, Natalia got a little teary eyed, and decided that it was time for her to go to bed. Leaning over, she whispered quietly to her wife, who nodded and they both stood up.
“You two can make yourself at home. You already have a key to our home, so feel free to come, and go as you please.” Walking over, Natalia rose up on her toes to give Jordan a kiss on his cheek, before giving Grayson a careful hug. “Sleep sweet Gray, and you young man, be careful.”
Jordan smiled, as Cerano’s are bred with trouble, violence, and pain in mind. Grayson hugged her back. “Good night, tall, dark, and stormy.”
Passing by Jordan, Calleigh thumped him playfully on the arm, “Call if you need anything.” then ruffling Cerano’s hair, she warned, “Don’t stay up all night.”
“You betcha, Shortstack.” Jordan smiled.
A golden eyebrow arched up, while Natalia tried to cover her laugh with a cough.
Looking over at her wife, Calleigh shot her a warning glance. “No comments from the peanut gallery, if you know what’s good for you.
Laughing, Natalia wrapped her arms around the blonde, and they walked together into their bedroom and closed the door.
Grayson watched as the DuVista’s went to bed, before she followed Jordan outside onto the driveway. She fidgeted while he loaded her duffel bags into his Jeep.
“What Slick?’ Jordan suddenly turned around, staring at her.
“What do you mean what?” Grayson eyed him curiously finally realizing he wanted to talk.
“Listen Gray. I’ll be fine, I promise. It’s just surveillance. If things start to get nasty, I will call you okay?” He leaned down hugging her tightly. He knew how afraid she was of losing him, to be truly alone.
“Okay. Please just text me every hour so I know?” She pleaded quietly looking up at him.
“Fine.” He complained climbing up into the raised vehicle and leaving the driveway. Grayson stared at Calleigh’s Crossfire and her own black Audi R8. She ran her hand over her split lip cursing quietly. Turning around she walked back into the house. She made sure the dogs had enough water, and food, then she made them lay down outside Calleigh and Natalia’s bedroom door. She herself, slid the silencer back onto her chrome 9mm, she grabbed a blanket and a pillow, put the gun under the pillow and slept until dawn.
Pairing: Calleigh/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I spend a lot of time with them. This is gonna get read dark folks, so consider yourselves forewarned. Archiving: P & P, DuVista, women_in_kevlar, all others please ask. Next in my series. Many thanks to Soul_Caged aka Complete_Machine for being my new writing partner. This is not beta’d so all mistakes are ours
Reaching down to take Calleigh’s hands, Natalia carefully helped her up off the sofa. “Actually, I was going to say to help yourself, because I would like to have a talk with Calleigh for a few minutes. I want to go over a few things with her.
Jordan said nothing except to busy himself in their kitchen, pulling out ingredients. He placed his cell phone on the counter in case Gray should chirp back with results.
Gently leading her wife into their bedroom, Natalia let her go though the doorway first, before closing the door behind them, then walking around to stand in front of Calleigh with her arms across her chest.
“What exactly did you mean when you said we have both killed for the other?”
Calleigh’s eyes turned hard. “Just what I said. Because of my carelessness, you had to kill that man yesterday, and I know that you would do it again if you had to.”
Taking a step closer to Calleigh. “Who did you kill Calleigh, because of me?”
Looking down at the carpet, Calleigh took a deep breath. “I killed Jake. I murdered him up on that roof top.”
Shaking her head, Natalia looked at her in disbelief. “No, you shot him when he threw the knife.”
Bring up her head; Calleigh’s expression was heartbreaking, because she just knew that this would be something that Natalia could never forgive. Turning away, she continued. “No, I murdered him. I could have only shot him once, and it would have been enough. Instead, I shot him three times. Once in the shoulder, once in the stomach, and the final time, in his heart. He had kidnapped, and beaten you. He was trying to keep us apart, and he would have never stopped. He would have gotten out, and come after us again. I was not let that happen, so I did what I had to do, and I would do it again.”
Natalia’s hands found themselves into the blonde’s hair forcing her to look at her. “It doesn’t change anything because I would have done far worse if it had been you, il mio amore.” She looked hard into her wife’s beautiful face. “I killed that man because I had to save your life, the lives of others. You did what you had to, just like I did what I had to.” She murmured, looking hard at Calleigh, wanting her to understand.
Tears were falling freely down her face as Calleigh stared back at the love of her life. She didn’t hate her. She understood. Closing her eyes, Calleigh let go of all the guilt that she had been carrying around for so long, because of what she had done. When she opened the back, they were bright, and full of love. “I love you Natalia. You are my world, and I will always protect you.”
“And I will always love you, just as much baby. You are my world as well; this life doesn’t work without you.” She leaned down, crushing her lips into Calleigh’s, passionately trying to pour all of her love, affection, admiration, and desire into one kiss.
Calleigh pulled her hard against her body, not caring about the pain; she needed to feel Natalia’s body against hers. She wanted to be surrounded by her warmth, her pulse, to feel the breath coming in and going out of her body. Frantically she pushed up Natalia’s shirt up so that she could run her hands over silken skin.
Natalia whimpered, picking Calleigh up in her arms, laying her down on the bed softly before climbing on top of her, nipping at her kiss swollen lips before capturing them in a heated kiss. She lifted her arms, allowing the blonde to remove her shirt.
Rolling them over, Calleigh leaned down to capture one of Natalia’s nipple’s between her lips, while she situated herself between her thighs, groaning at the heat that came through.
Slowly she moved down the bronze body, using her fingers, and tongue to taste and feel everything that she had been missing for the past few days. ‘Ah the sweet torture.’ Dipping her tongue into her belly button, twirling it about like she was going to do in a different area in a few moments.
Natalia arched up against the tender, but heated assault; hands fisting the sheets and eyes rolling back in her head. This was where her home, her heart laid with this woman. Everything that she had gone through up until then was to get her to this woman, to this place, to this love. Reaching down with one hand, she gently tugged on the golden tresses that were moving slowly down her body.
Fiery green eyes looked up from dark curls, barely focused.
“Don’t.....”
“I won’t....” Calleigh answered before finally dipping her tongue into damp curls, moaning with the sweetness that she found. Slowly she licked her very slowly; starting at her entrance all the way up to the top of her clit, then back again. Circling her clit, never fully touching it, always teasing, Calleigh was driving slowly Natalia up the wall. She was trying to go as slow as could, wanting this to last, but her wife was having none of that as she tried to pull her ever closer. Calleigh hummed as she tried to savor every drop of her wife’s essence, every inch of Natalia’s sex was calling to her, begging to be touched.
Natalia couldn’t take much more, her wife had a very talented tongue and she praised the lord every day that she was the one that she used it on.
Finally with a final lick, a long draw, and a gentle bite, Natalia went perfectly still for one exquisite moment. One moment where time and space were in perfect alignment and she felt everything, before she floated back down.
Natalia whimpered as Calleigh gave her sex one long slow kiss before crawling carefully up the bronzed body. She nuzzled her nose into soft caramel hair before stealing a soft kiss. “I love you so much Talia....” she whispered.
Wrapping her arms around her wife, and snuggling deeper into the embrace, Natalia smiled happily. “I love you too baby.” She kissed her temple just as softly, and smiled again.
They stayed that way, very happily, both trying to catch their breath for quite awhile until sounds from the outside made their way into the room.
~*~
After leaving the DuVista’s, Grayson made her way over to Sparky’s. She watched from the safety of her sports car, while Sparky signed for a crate of wiring that was being delivered into his seedy motel that he operated out of. Grayson hated Sparky. He took people’s privacy for money.
She listened as Jordan chirped that the DuVista’s wanted no one killed, and to be careful. That mean she couldn’t chop anyone up into tiny pieces of shark bait, what a shame. She watched while the three bodyguards stood outside while all the crates were escorted into through the kitchen entrance. She silently screwed the silencer onto the end of the Glock 9mm handgun, and smiled, slipping the brass knuckles down her cleavage.
Stepping from the car, she walked up behind one of the bodyguards, and shot him in the back of the knee, watching the cartilage explode from the other side. His two counterparts turned at his scream, and saw him lying on the pavement being stood over by a bombshell in a miniskirt and heels, holding a silenced handgun.
Both bodyguards reached for their guns, however unsuccessfully, as Cerano shot them both in the bicep, watching them drop to their knees, holding their arms. She pistol-whipped two out of the three men, leaving the third for questioning on her way out.
Silently she walked up the stairs, passing several prostitutes who either looked at her hungrily, or in jealousy for her body. She paid them no mind. At the end of the hallway, Sparky looked up. As soon as he saw who it was, he paled considerably in the low lighting.
“Sparky, it’s been awhile.” She smiled sweetly, pointing the gun at his head. He froze as did the prostitutes in the hallway.
“Grayson…. long time no see, where’s your brother?” He looked around nervously. If Jordan wasn’t here, there wasn’t a chance this meeting would be without blood.
“Oh, he’s visiting some friends. Why don’t we go into your office to talk in private?” She pushed the silenced gun into his temple, smiling hatefully. “That way, in case I shoot you, no one will see anything.”
Sparky Henderson was terrified of the Cerano twins. Jordan made him quiver in fear, but Grayson made him piss his pants and cry for his mother, and she was dead.
He silently opened the door, and shut it after her, motioning for her to take a seat, which she refused politely, and remained standing. Tossing the mangled red light camera onto his desk, she pulled the brass knuckles out of her cleavage, and slipped them onto her right hand, while tucking the pistol into the back of her skirt. “Who ordered it?” she asked.
“Cerano, I can’t divulge details you know tha...” Whatever else Sparky was going to say was cut off by a vicious punch to the hip. He screamed in pain, falling to the floor holding his hip while Grayson stood over him.
“I’m going to ask you again. Who ordered it?” Her voice was deadly calm. Her black eyes glittering maliciously.
Sparky felt sweat run down the back of his neck as the tears pooled in his eyes. “I-I-I don’t know! It’s anonymous! It was ordered and shipped over the internet!” He winced as she leaned down lifting his five foot six inch body off the floor by the front of his shirt, letting his feet dangle above the floor.
“Then I need the address.” She smiled again. This was becoming taxing. She was wasting precious time that could be spent tracking down Delko and bringing him alive, albeit severely fucked up, to Calleigh and Natalia.
“I CAN’T!!” pleaded Henderson, he placed his hands together pleading.
Cerano didn’t even flinch when she punched him in the ribs, hearing the sickening crunch of crushed bone; she dropped him back onto the floor.
He was sobbing in pain by now, coughing up hunks of blood. She walked over to the phone, and pulled it off the hook. “I’m going to dial 911. When they get here, they’ll either find your corpse or someone with severely broken ribs and a cracked hip. I’ll ask you one last time, what is the address?” She pulled the gun out of the back of her skirt, and pointed it at his skull.
~*~
Natalia lifted her head up when she heard a loud bark followed by a wet splash, and the sound of a squeaky toy being chomped on by a large animal. She turned to look at her wife in curiosity, their neighbors didn’t have dogs.
Raising her head from Natalia’s shoulder, Calleigh listen carefully, until she heard, “Adonis,” Then she turned back to her wife. “I believe that we have some new family members for you to meet. Come on.”
Getting off the bed, they went into the bathroom to clean up, before Natalia got dressed, and they went out to see what the noise was all about.
Jordan had Grayson up on the counter, who was trying to push his hands away. She had a vicious cut through her bottom lip, and a bloody nose. “STOP.” She made it quite clear that antiseptic wasn’t going anywhere near her face. Jordan sighed and growled. “Put your hands down or this is going to end up as another scar.” Grayson stared at him balefully, and then noticed Calleigh and Natalia standing at doorway.
Natalia balled her hands into fists, trying to control the urge to go over to help Jordan, but she stayed where she was. Instead, she just asked, “Does the other guy look worse?”
The cruel smile was an obvious answer, despite the blood in her teeth, Grayson looked quite happy with herself. Jordan however, looked annoyed, and exasperated, so he busied himself with cleaning the cuts on her fists from the brass knuckles. “I swear you do this for fun....” he muttered under his breath.
Grayson reached over, and stuffed two pieces of cotton up both nostrils, before she picked up an ice pack, and pushed against her lips, covering her bloody smile, as she gave the two women thumbs up.
Shaking her head, Natalia shook her hands to relax them, before going over to see, exactly how bad her cousin was hurt. Gently pulling away the ice pack, she winced at the split lip. “I would suggest no trumpet playing for the next few days until that heals.”
Grayson narrowed her eyes, but shrugged, picking up a plastic cup, spitting a mouthful of blood into it. The slice went through both lips, and was bleeding into her mouth. She licked her lips unconsciously. “I found Sparky.” She smiled widely again. Putting the ice pack back on the corner of her mouth, trying to stop the swelling.
Stepping forward to look at the damage of her young friend, Calleigh’s eyebrow arched as she retorted. “And it looks like he found you too.”
A loud bark of laughter was the blonde’s answer, Grayson’s mouth turned into a very wide bloody smile, and she laughed even harder. Finally the laughter subsided. “I guess you could say that.” She held up the mirror, and smiled haughtily at her reflection. “Scar’s are the new black.” She joked. “I also found who ordered the camera, sort of, but I got an address where it was sent for the delivery conformation.”
“What was the address?” Calleigh simply asked.
“Want to go Blondie?’ was Grayson’s retort. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.” Grayson reached behind her, pulled out a bloody piece of office paper, and handed it to her.
The paper was smeared with blood, but the address clearly read 580 NW 118 ST, the name was obviously fake, John Smith?
“The house was empty, sort of, camera equipment, some blank DVD’s, a few of those camera’s.... and this big mother fucker who gave me this present.” She pointed at her face smiling. “He told he’d been hired by this cop, and he was supposed to doing surveillance on two crooked CSI women that matched your descriptions.”
After she recovered from the shock of being described as crooked, Natalia had to ask. “What was the description of the person who hired him?”
“I’m 95% sure it was Delko. There was no way this guy was lying to me with the cop’s description.” She looked sideways at the brass knuckles sitting on her duffel bag, hoping that they didn’t see the flecks of blood on the brass.
Calleigh caught her glance, but said nothing about it, instead asked. “Was there anything else there that could lead to where Eric is?”
Grayson hopped down from the counter, took some tape, wrapping up her right hand slowly before placing the tape and the antiseptic back into the bag. She then slid her heels off, and placed them back into the bag, flexing her toes, she looked into the backyard at the dogs jumping into her cousin’s pool.
“By that time, he’d kind of lost consciousness. If you want, I can go back and ask him. He can’t have made it to a phone that quickly....” she muttered the last part under her breath. Looking at Jordan, who was shaking his head. Instead, he took the keys off the counter, and went to go get dog food out of the car.
Sighing, Calleigh went into the kitchen, filled up a medium sized pot full of water, and placed it on the stove to boil. Then walking over to the duffle bag, she grabbed the brass knuckles before stopping in front of Grayson, holding out her hand. “Is this the only pair or do you have a back up?”
Like a child who’d been caught with her hand in a cookie jar, she pulled a bloody pair out of the back of her skirt, and handed it to the blonde. She shrugged like it didn’t matter that she’d most likely disfigured the man for life, but there are times when hard choices had to be made, you couldn’t be the hero all the time. She spit another mouthful of blood into the cup watching the blonde while Jordan walked through the door with a 40-pound bag of dog food.
Standing in the middle of the room while all of this was going on, Natalia was beginning to look a little bit confused. Shaking her head, she muttered to herself. “Somewhere along the line, the inmates took control of the asylum, and I’m totally lost.”
Calleigh smiled as she heard her wife, so she came around and led her to a bar stool to sit on. “It’s ok Darlin’, I’ll explain it to you in a bit.” Patting Natalia’s hand, she walked over to the cabinet to get two huge bowls for the dogs.
Grayson was starting to get annoyed with the amount of blood, pouring into her mouth, it wouldn’t stop. Confused, she opened her mouth, and looked into a mirror. “Well fuck me....” She realized it was going to be another scar. She whimpered quietly, touching it.
Calleigh peered at the cut. “We have some surgical glue, if that would help. Natalia had to use is when her legs were sliced.”
Grayson’s whimpering stopped immediately, and she stared Natalia down with a look. Jordan dropped the bag on the floor, staring at the brunette as well.
Looking at the twins, Natalia finally spoke. “Uh, I guess that you weren’t around a few months back when there was someone killing women who looked like me. Well, he kidnapped me, and decided to show me his carving skills.” Shrugging, Natalia continued. “I know that it’s not in good taste, but I have to joke about what happened sometimes, because if I don’t, it will haunt me, and I’ll have too many nightmares.”
Grayson sat perfectly, still not moving at all. Nightmares were something that she knew too well. When they had renovated their building last summer, she’d installed soundproofing into the bricks of their bedrooms so she and Jordan wouldn’t wake one another in the middle of the night. Jordan came around the corner, and pulled both Natalia and Calleigh into another large gentle hug, careful of the blonde’s fractured ribs.
Calleigh looked at her wife, laughing. “He’s the hugger, she’s the muscle.”
Grayson smiled thinly, and opened the kit on the counter pulling out a numbing agent, a needle, and dissolving thread plus a mirror, and tweezers. Gathering up her supplies, she headed towards the spare bedroom while Jordan kept them distracted. The bleeding had to stop or she was going to the hospital. Hospitals meant questions, and questions meant more cops with badges and guns. She had to find Eric now.
Natalia jumped off the barstool, following the young woman, grabbing the first aid kit that Calleigh was holding out.
Grayson set all her supplies down on the counter, and started stringing the needle. She’d stitched herself up numerous times, which was why she never complained about her scars, it was her own handy work. She remembered Jordan watching her in dread the night her parents had died, when they’d stumbled back up the street to their own home. She’d ran inside, and done it herself with a sewing needle and thread until they’d made it to their grandfathers the next day. She’d passed out three times trying to sew her neck back up, but in the end, Jordan had helped her like the saint he always was.
Entering the bathroom, Natalia almost balked at the supplies laid out in front of her cousin. “Grayson let me help you please. This won’t be as painful, and it will heal faster.”
Watching her out of the corner of her eye in the mirror, the younger woman leaned towards the mirror applying the numbing agent to the skin. She then ran hot water cleaning the needle before wrapping the thread around her fingers until she needed it. “Talia. It’s fine. I don’t need the glue, though if you would hold my cut together, it would make this easier?” She looked up hopefully at Natalia.
Instead, Natalia firmly pushed the younger woman to sit on the vanity stool, opened her own kit, and took out the glue. “Jordan! Would you come in here for a moment?”
Grayson glared silently at her brother who appeared in the doorway. “Touch me, and you’ll be eating through a tube for a month, you mammoth.”
“Cal, come here darlin.”
“Blondie, if you want to continue to shoot your guns at your little range, the same goes for you.” Grayson stood up, and dared all three of them to touch her.
“Sit down!” was all Natalia said, her eyes were hard. “As you said, family is forever, and we all are family. We take care of each other, so sit down, and let us.”
Grayson stared back at the brunette for a moment, but then for some unknown reason, she sat back down crossing her arms, and rolled both of her eyes, one of which was about to turn a nasty shade of purple.
“Fucking fine.... Christ on a cracker....” She muttered under her breath. Smart woman she thought, she knew that physically, she wouldn’t hurt them.
“Watch you language. Swear all you want, just don’t take Jesus’ name in vain. One house rule.” Natalia leaned over the young woman. “Cal, come here and hold the wounds closed for me.”
“Gray’s got a mouth that could make a priest blush.” Jordan smirked, leaning against the doorframe. He’d finally lived to see the day someone could make his sister shut the hell up, and listen. “Isn’t that what your last girlfriend said?” Grayson shot him the middle finger.
Nudging the young man aside, Calleigh made her way to the wounded woman, and after washing her hands, carefully held together the gaping skin while Natalia applied the glue. Smiling while she was putting on the last bit, she couldn’t resist saying, “Now I don’t want you to talk for at least ten minutes. Take a shower, but don’t get your face wet. You can wash it later.”
Grayson had the polite grace to refrain from splitting the glue just to add a parting remark; she stood up with Jordan’s help. He helped her out of her shredded shirt and destroyed skirt that were both covered in blood. When he turned her around to help her into the shower, Calleigh and Natalia were treated to an array of violent scars in the bathroom light.
Jordan helped her into the shower, threw a towel over the top of the curtain, and walked with the women into the living room to explain why Grayson’s dogs were swimming in her pool.
Sitting on the sofa, Calleigh patiently waited for the young man to start talking, while Natalia put away the kit, and washed her hands again.
“We brought Adonis and Echo, because neither one of us can be here all the time, though Grayson will be sleeping here to protect you. At night, I’ll be working to find Eric, and she’ll work the days. This requires both of our attentions.” He explained, pouring the food into the bowls, pulling out two towels, and walked outside to dry both massive pit bulls. Echo bolted through the house, and jumped on the couch next to Calleigh whining. Adonis however, walked in slowly sniffing, then followed his mistress’s trail to the shut door, he plopped himself on the floor waiting patiently, much like Calleigh.
Natalia sat on the arm of the sofa, next to Calleigh, looking at the dogs.
Echo sat up, and licked Natalia across the face, letting her tongue wipe across her mouth, nose, and forehead.
“I think she likes you.” Jordan laughed.
“You are so washing your face, and brushing your teeth before you kiss me again.” Calleigh laughed.
Jordan roared in laughter, his hand on Calleigh’s arm, he doubled over, and held his sides. Grayson finally came out of the bathroom, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, barefoot with her hair dried and light make up. She sat down quietly on the floor with Adonis who was sniffing her face.
Grayson looked from her brother over to the two women, and held up her hands in a silent question, asking what was so funny.
Jordan caught his breath, and looked at his sister, quietly motioning. ‘Echo just licked Natty in the face, and Calleigh said that she had to wash her face before she kissed her again. Oh, it was amazing.” Grayson laughed quietly, trying not to split too wide of a smile. Finally, the time passed and she could talk. “Epic.”
Calleigh arched an eyebrow, “Natty?”
“Welcome to the family, be prepared for nick names, random musicals, practical jokes, and the like.”Jordan smiled wrapping an arm around his sister, hugging her tightly to him, then he attempted to crush her, while she easily slipped out from underneath him, and had him in a headlock moments later.
Watching the two playfully wrestle, Natalia got a little teary eyed, and decided that it was time for her to go to bed. Leaning over, she whispered quietly to her wife, who nodded and they both stood up.
“You two can make yourself at home. You already have a key to our home, so feel free to come, and go as you please.” Walking over, Natalia rose up on her toes to give Jordan a kiss on his cheek, before giving Grayson a careful hug. “Sleep sweet Gray, and you young man, be careful.”
Jordan smiled, as Cerano’s are bred with trouble, violence, and pain in mind. Grayson hugged her back. “Good night, tall, dark, and stormy.”
Passing by Jordan, Calleigh thumped him playfully on the arm, “Call if you need anything.” then ruffling Cerano’s hair, she warned, “Don’t stay up all night.”
“You betcha, Shortstack.” Jordan smiled.
A golden eyebrow arched up, while Natalia tried to cover her laugh with a cough.
Looking over at her wife, Calleigh shot her a warning glance. “No comments from the peanut gallery, if you know what’s good for you.
Laughing, Natalia wrapped her arms around the blonde, and they walked together into their bedroom and closed the door.
Grayson watched as the DuVista’s went to bed, before she followed Jordan outside onto the driveway. She fidgeted while he loaded her duffel bags into his Jeep.
“What Slick?’ Jordan suddenly turned around, staring at her.
“What do you mean what?” Grayson eyed him curiously finally realizing he wanted to talk.
“Listen Gray. I’ll be fine, I promise. It’s just surveillance. If things start to get nasty, I will call you okay?” He leaned down hugging her tightly. He knew how afraid she was of losing him, to be truly alone.
“Okay. Please just text me every hour so I know?” She pleaded quietly looking up at him.
“Fine.” He complained climbing up into the raised vehicle and leaving the driveway. Grayson stared at Calleigh’s Crossfire and her own black Audi R8. She ran her hand over her split lip cursing quietly. Turning around she walked back into the house. She made sure the dogs had enough water, and food, then she made them lay down outside Calleigh and Natalia’s bedroom door. She herself, slid the silencer back onto her chrome 9mm, she grabbed a blanket and a pillow, put the gun under the pillow and slept until dawn.