CSI: Miami Fic: Flowers and Wondering
Title: Flowers and Wondering.
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Rating: M, mature people 15+
Genre/Category/Type: Romance, One-shot, Angst/Fluff/Smut, Episode tag
Character: Eric Delko, Calleigh Duquesne
Words: ~1,200w
Spoilers: Includes scenes from 'Cheating Death' Season 7 ep 7. And major spoilers for 7.3 also.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to writers, Anthony Zuiker and CBS et al. I don't own them. No copyright infringement is intended, written for fun not money.
Summary: After Eric and Ryan's prank, word gets around and Calleigh offer her opinion while they work the case. And later when Eric goes to see Calleigh for new leads while they check out the concierge's "sex box".
Author notes: Written awhile ago, first CSI: Miami fic posted! yay! Change in point of view in bold, hopefully not too distracting. It sticks as close as possible to the two main Eric and Calleigh scenes in the episode and what they're each thinking during it.
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Calleigh...
I was by myself processing in a lab, when Eric walked in. Well, what else would I have been doing, I am I CSI after all. I asked him if he had made up with Dr Price yet...knowing that he wouldn’t have, as he always seemed to be the last to accept his wrongdoings. I had heard that Ryan had sent Dr Price flowers, which was a very sharp thing to do. I also though, did not want Eric staying on the wrong side of our M.E however much he might be deserving of her distrust at his professionalism at this point in time.
“Ryan, sent her flowers you know. A woman always loves receiving flowers...” the last comment of mine seemed to hang in the air between us as I caught his eyes. A query if Eric was the kind of guy who would give flowers to a lady wandered into my head, and I found myself thinking about his feelings for me. Would he ever give me flowers? I turned my head away as I realised that I had been silent a little too long for my liking. Damn, my stray thoughts. I felt his gaze linger a little longer on me before the atmosphere changed and he asked me what I was doing regarding the case.
Good. Work, I can deal with work I thought.
Eric...
“A woman always loves receiving flowers...”
That sentence of hers had seemed to be so much more than a comment about how Ryan’s apology would go down. When I looked back on the conversation I couldn’t help but see the way Calleigh had stopped talking, paused almost as if it had meant something more...and her face when she had made the comment. There had been something in it. Something I couldn’t pin point. My pulse had sped up slightly when she had sent that look my way. I briefly wondered whether she had been talking to me. Suggesting that she’d always love to receive flowers...but what the hell did that mean?
She wouldn’t have been not so subtly inferring that perhaps I should give her flowers? Would she? She’s with Jake isn’t she? And she has no idea how I feel about her. I mean, wait. She never outright told me if she had read those notes about me...does she know that I like her more than just a friend? Oh, god. I’m going mad. But that look! Suggesting she’d like some flowers...would it be too much if I got her some? Or would she blow me off on being too forward with her? But if I don’t get her any she might think I am over her. Oh, why did she have to give me that look! Now I’ll never get anything right! Work. Work is good. I can stop thinking about her if I do work, now where did I put that folder?
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Calleigh...
I was going through the collection we had gathered from the concierges’ desk. Natalia had left me after going over every inch of every item we had. Nothing. We hadn’t found a single thing that would help us proceed any further on this case. I started to look over the items again, pulling the ones we had already packed away out of the box again. I pulled them out one by one pondering on each object. I was going through most of the concierges ‘sex toy box’ when I pulled out an unopened packet of “Edible Underwear”. I looked at it wondering how comfortable they would be to wear, and how good they tasted...of what did it taste of? I glanced the packet it just said ‘delicious’.
My mind then conjured up a picture of me wearing them and a guy walking in to the room to find me...I glanced away from the packet seeing Eric walking into the room. I quickly placed the packet down on the table. Hoping he hadn’t seen me musing over them. When Eric started talking about the concierges’ collection of receipts I couldn’t help but glance at the Edible Underwear. I looked up at Eric and wondered if he had ever tried Edible Underwear. A scene involving me and him started playing in my head and I tried to ignore it. He’d figured out that a suspect had already been seen using the receipts as an alibi and so I pointed out that they’re hiding something. And thank god for that! As he left right after, phoning Horatio on the way out.
For some reason I couldn’t help but picture Eric undressing me and then undressing me again with his teeth. Nipping away at all angles of the Edible Underwear on my body, licking at the underwear, at me, on my skin until finally nothing but my bare skin was between us. And him of course in nothing but some cute short boxer briefs. I sighed at the thought. I shook my head as I began to repack the items into the box. And somehow probably by my subconscious control, the last item was the packet of underwear. Damn it. Why couldn’t it leave me alone? I saw myself again with Eric, lying on a bed.
He was trailing kisses down my body and then back up towards my neck. He retraced and begun licking the underwear at my chest, this kind must have been something like chocolate, as it was softening under every ministration placed on it. And soon it was all gone, and my chest was free. He leant down again slowly and placed his tongue on the tip of my breast and it sent a pulse through my body at the contact. He swirled his tongue around the erect nipple and finally his mouth closed around it suckling it like a baby, but it felt nothing baby like at all when his tongue teased at the nipple, all while he sucked at it.
Suddenly I came out of my daydream when I heard a noise. I looked down and saw the packet on the table; it had fallen out of my hand. I hastily put it in the box and taped the box up. I put the box on a shelf in the room and turned back to the table. I sighed. Things were becoming more complicated; I could hardly control the thoughts I was having around Eric anymore. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that, but I was.
And there was no doubt in my mind I’d remain thinking like that. I sighed again, as I absently rubbed my breast as if missing the contact my mind had dreamed up. I realised what I was doing and instantly took my hand away.
If only Eric felt the same way and then I could be feeling the real thing. I shook my head. Of course he didn’t. I was being silly. There was nothing between us, and never would be. I had dreamed up that sexual tension or whatever it was during our talk earlier today...flowers? Who found flowers sexually exciting? Surely she had misinterpreted the situation and Eric had just been wondering if he should give flowers to Dr. Price, not me...no, it most definitely was not me.
Smile Calleigh, otherwise people will ask you what’s wrong...and nothing is wrong.
It’s just not right...
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Fandom: CSI: Miami
Rating: M, mature people 15+
Genre/Category/Type: Romance, One-shot, Angst/Fluff/Smut, Episode tag
Character: Eric Delko, Calleigh Duquesne
Words: ~1,200w
Spoilers: Includes scenes from 'Cheating Death' Season 7 ep 7. And major spoilers for 7.3 also.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to writers, Anthony Zuiker and CBS et al. I don't own them. No copyright infringement is intended, written for fun not money.
Summary: After Eric and Ryan's prank, word gets around and Calleigh offer her opinion while they work the case. And later when Eric goes to see Calleigh for new leads while they check out the concierge's "sex box".
Author notes: Written awhile ago, first CSI: Miami fic posted! yay! Change in point of view in bold, hopefully not too distracting. It sticks as close as possible to the two main Eric and Calleigh scenes in the episode and what they're each thinking during it.
~~~~~~~~
Calleigh...
I was by myself processing in a lab, when Eric walked in. Well, what else would I have been doing, I am I CSI after all. I asked him if he had made up with Dr Price yet...knowing that he wouldn’t have, as he always seemed to be the last to accept his wrongdoings. I had heard that Ryan had sent Dr Price flowers, which was a very sharp thing to do. I also though, did not want Eric staying on the wrong side of our M.E however much he might be deserving of her distrust at his professionalism at this point in time.
“Ryan, sent her flowers you know. A woman always loves receiving flowers...” the last comment of mine seemed to hang in the air between us as I caught his eyes. A query if Eric was the kind of guy who would give flowers to a lady wandered into my head, and I found myself thinking about his feelings for me. Would he ever give me flowers? I turned my head away as I realised that I had been silent a little too long for my liking. Damn, my stray thoughts. I felt his gaze linger a little longer on me before the atmosphere changed and he asked me what I was doing regarding the case.
Good. Work, I can deal with work I thought.
Eric...
“A woman always loves receiving flowers...”
That sentence of hers had seemed to be so much more than a comment about how Ryan’s apology would go down. When I looked back on the conversation I couldn’t help but see the way Calleigh had stopped talking, paused almost as if it had meant something more...and her face when she had made the comment. There had been something in it. Something I couldn’t pin point. My pulse had sped up slightly when she had sent that look my way. I briefly wondered whether she had been talking to me. Suggesting that she’d always love to receive flowers...but what the hell did that mean?
She wouldn’t have been not so subtly inferring that perhaps I should give her flowers? Would she? She’s with Jake isn’t she? And she has no idea how I feel about her. I mean, wait. She never outright told me if she had read those notes about me...does she know that I like her more than just a friend? Oh, god. I’m going mad. But that look! Suggesting she’d like some flowers...would it be too much if I got her some? Or would she blow me off on being too forward with her? But if I don’t get her any she might think I am over her. Oh, why did she have to give me that look! Now I’ll never get anything right! Work. Work is good. I can stop thinking about her if I do work, now where did I put that folder?
~~~~~~~
Calleigh...
I was going through the collection we had gathered from the concierges’ desk. Natalia had left me after going over every inch of every item we had. Nothing. We hadn’t found a single thing that would help us proceed any further on this case. I started to look over the items again, pulling the ones we had already packed away out of the box again. I pulled them out one by one pondering on each object. I was going through most of the concierges ‘sex toy box’ when I pulled out an unopened packet of “Edible Underwear”. I looked at it wondering how comfortable they would be to wear, and how good they tasted...of what did it taste of? I glanced the packet it just said ‘delicious’.
My mind then conjured up a picture of me wearing them and a guy walking in to the room to find me...I glanced away from the packet seeing Eric walking into the room. I quickly placed the packet down on the table. Hoping he hadn’t seen me musing over them. When Eric started talking about the concierges’ collection of receipts I couldn’t help but glance at the Edible Underwear. I looked up at Eric and wondered if he had ever tried Edible Underwear. A scene involving me and him started playing in my head and I tried to ignore it. He’d figured out that a suspect had already been seen using the receipts as an alibi and so I pointed out that they’re hiding something. And thank god for that! As he left right after, phoning Horatio on the way out.
For some reason I couldn’t help but picture Eric undressing me and then undressing me again with his teeth. Nipping away at all angles of the Edible Underwear on my body, licking at the underwear, at me, on my skin until finally nothing but my bare skin was between us. And him of course in nothing but some cute short boxer briefs. I sighed at the thought. I shook my head as I began to repack the items into the box. And somehow probably by my subconscious control, the last item was the packet of underwear. Damn it. Why couldn’t it leave me alone? I saw myself again with Eric, lying on a bed.
He was trailing kisses down my body and then back up towards my neck. He retraced and begun licking the underwear at my chest, this kind must have been something like chocolate, as it was softening under every ministration placed on it. And soon it was all gone, and my chest was free. He leant down again slowly and placed his tongue on the tip of my breast and it sent a pulse through my body at the contact. He swirled his tongue around the erect nipple and finally his mouth closed around it suckling it like a baby, but it felt nothing baby like at all when his tongue teased at the nipple, all while he sucked at it.
Suddenly I came out of my daydream when I heard a noise. I looked down and saw the packet on the table; it had fallen out of my hand. I hastily put it in the box and taped the box up. I put the box on a shelf in the room and turned back to the table. I sighed. Things were becoming more complicated; I could hardly control the thoughts I was having around Eric anymore. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that, but I was.
And there was no doubt in my mind I’d remain thinking like that. I sighed again, as I absently rubbed my breast as if missing the contact my mind had dreamed up. I realised what I was doing and instantly took my hand away.
If only Eric felt the same way and then I could be feeling the real thing. I shook my head. Of course he didn’t. I was being silly. There was nothing between us, and never would be. I had dreamed up that sexual tension or whatever it was during our talk earlier today...flowers? Who found flowers sexually exciting? Surely she had misinterpreted the situation and Eric had just been wondering if he should give flowers to Dr. Price, not me...no, it most definitely was not me.
Smile Calleigh, otherwise people will ask you what’s wrong...and nothing is wrong.
It’s just not right...
~~~
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