Summer Heat (CSI:M/RPFS, Calleigh/Emily).
Title: Summer Heat.
Fandom: CSI: Miami/RPFS.
Pairing: Calleigh/Emily.
Author Note: Eh. This follows all the other ones and, no matter how much I like doppelfic, I think I'm done with these two now. 750 words and disappointingly non-porny :P
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It was summer when you first met. You remember because the weather was hot and humid and the strong summer sunshine threatened sunburn every time you stepped outside. You filmed your scenes while enduring exhaustion, exchanged good-natured threats towards the sun with the crew, and shared the shade with David between takes.
You went to the bar that night because your air con went out at home and you needed to escape, choosing to seek relief in a bar you rarely visit. You dressed in a halter necked top and blue jeans, hurried from the cooled comfort of your car to the comfort of the bar, and met a vision of yourself that you couldn't explain away with vodka.
It was summer when you first met; a year ago today, on a night just like this one.
It's taken a while but you finally feel like you've figured out some sort of balance, something that lets you both have your own, unavoidable, lives while still leaving time for sneaky weekends together and repeated one-night stands.
Horatio doesn't question Calleigh when she 'takes the night off' and you aren't in a relationship serious enough to warrant the question, so your times together are frequent and you always enjoy them even if they aren't as desperately necessary as they used to be.
You've never told anyone about her and you don't intend to, but you've often wondered if any of your colleagues, past or present, could be hiding a similar secret. It's not the kind of question you can ask.
Meeting Calleigh, meeting Ainsley. It shouldn't be possible, the things that you do, the things that you've done, and you're afraid to mention them even now - a small part of your mind protesting that you might just be crazy after all. The doubt persists, even with Calleigh sprawled half across the bed and half across you, and you suspect it always will.
"Hey, guess who I heard from this morning," Calleigh says, choosing then to look up at you. "Just through email, by the way."
"Who?" you ask, only vaguely interested, still lost in your thoughts.
"Ainsley."
Ainsley is the only major hurdle your strange relationship has ever had to face. You wonder why Calleigh would bother bringing her up -- last time she was in town you slept with her and Calleigh didn't like that at all.
"...you're telling me this because?" you prompt her eventually, when she doesn't say anything else.
"Just thought you'd be interested," Calleigh says casually, leaning over to kiss your bare shoulder. "It's nothing really."
"If it wasn't important you wouldn't have brought it up," you say, looking at her as she looks away from you. "What did she want?"
"To let us know she's here next week," Calleigh says, putting aside her forensics journal with a sigh. "She sent the email to both of us but I know I check mine more often than you do."
Ainsley makes things between you more complicated. Too complicated.
"You can do whatever you want," you say, trying to make it sound casual when what you really want to do is tell her to delete it and forget it. "But you can tell her I'm busy."
"You don't even know which night she'll be here," Calleigh says, tracing lazy patterns across your arm with one hand. "You're busy on all of them?"
"I don't need to see her, Cal," you say with a shrug. "I don't want to."
Calleigh's smile is instant and blinding; lighting up the room and the mood between you.
"That's good... I already told her we couldn't make it."
You smile and pull her close, kissing her as she snuggles into place beside you. There's only one of Calleigh and Ainsley's best efforts to be her have never been good enough.
One summer bleeds into another and time has passed, bringing changes, new experiences and realisations. You like your life more now than you did then.
As her hands start to wander you close your eyes and forget reality, losing yourself in her and this time you have together. Soon enough she'll have to leave and you'll have to go to work, but right now it feels like you're the only two people in the world.
Warm air sneaks in through the open window, carrying a hint of sea salt you can smell and almost taste, and you close your eyes.
You wouldn't give this up for anything, no matter what trouble it brings.
Fandom: CSI: Miami/RPFS.
Pairing: Calleigh/Emily.
Author Note: Eh. This follows all the other ones and, no matter how much I like doppelfic, I think I'm done with these two now. 750 words and disappointingly non-porny :P
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It was summer when you first met. You remember because the weather was hot and humid and the strong summer sunshine threatened sunburn every time you stepped outside. You filmed your scenes while enduring exhaustion, exchanged good-natured threats towards the sun with the crew, and shared the shade with David between takes.
You went to the bar that night because your air con went out at home and you needed to escape, choosing to seek relief in a bar you rarely visit. You dressed in a halter necked top and blue jeans, hurried from the cooled comfort of your car to the comfort of the bar, and met a vision of yourself that you couldn't explain away with vodka.
It was summer when you first met; a year ago today, on a night just like this one.
It's taken a while but you finally feel like you've figured out some sort of balance, something that lets you both have your own, unavoidable, lives while still leaving time for sneaky weekends together and repeated one-night stands.
Horatio doesn't question Calleigh when she 'takes the night off' and you aren't in a relationship serious enough to warrant the question, so your times together are frequent and you always enjoy them even if they aren't as desperately necessary as they used to be.
You've never told anyone about her and you don't intend to, but you've often wondered if any of your colleagues, past or present, could be hiding a similar secret. It's not the kind of question you can ask.
Meeting Calleigh, meeting Ainsley. It shouldn't be possible, the things that you do, the things that you've done, and you're afraid to mention them even now - a small part of your mind protesting that you might just be crazy after all. The doubt persists, even with Calleigh sprawled half across the bed and half across you, and you suspect it always will.
"Hey, guess who I heard from this morning," Calleigh says, choosing then to look up at you. "Just through email, by the way."
"Who?" you ask, only vaguely interested, still lost in your thoughts.
"Ainsley."
Ainsley is the only major hurdle your strange relationship has ever had to face. You wonder why Calleigh would bother bringing her up -- last time she was in town you slept with her and Calleigh didn't like that at all.
"...you're telling me this because?" you prompt her eventually, when she doesn't say anything else.
"Just thought you'd be interested," Calleigh says casually, leaning over to kiss your bare shoulder. "It's nothing really."
"If it wasn't important you wouldn't have brought it up," you say, looking at her as she looks away from you. "What did she want?"
"To let us know she's here next week," Calleigh says, putting aside her forensics journal with a sigh. "She sent the email to both of us but I know I check mine more often than you do."
Ainsley makes things between you more complicated. Too complicated.
"You can do whatever you want," you say, trying to make it sound casual when what you really want to do is tell her to delete it and forget it. "But you can tell her I'm busy."
"You don't even know which night she'll be here," Calleigh says, tracing lazy patterns across your arm with one hand. "You're busy on all of them?"
"I don't need to see her, Cal," you say with a shrug. "I don't want to."
Calleigh's smile is instant and blinding; lighting up the room and the mood between you.
"That's good... I already told her we couldn't make it."
You smile and pull her close, kissing her as she snuggles into place beside you. There's only one of Calleigh and Ainsley's best efforts to be her have never been good enough.
One summer bleeds into another and time has passed, bringing changes, new experiences and realisations. You like your life more now than you did then.
As her hands start to wander you close your eyes and forget reality, losing yourself in her and this time you have together. Soon enough she'll have to leave and you'll have to go to work, but right now it feels like you're the only two people in the world.
Warm air sneaks in through the open window, carrying a hint of sea salt you can smell and almost taste, and you close your eyes.
You wouldn't give this up for anything, no matter what trouble it brings.