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Lilly/Calleigh

Title: Pushing back the Dark
Pairing: Calleigh/Lilly CSI: Miami/Cold case crossover
Rating: R
Disclaimers: Not mine, if they were, well, I’m sure you can guess.
Spoliers: Minor for the last episode of season 5 for Cold Case
Summary: A chance meeting leads to healing and a change to forget
A/N: I don’t know who to blame for this one. Probably no one. It wasn’t written at 2am, but its still unbeta’d so I apologize for any mistakes. I love these two characters with their quiet damage, but I don’t always treat them well ;p



“Hey, Scotty you here me? Hey.”

Scotty was coming. It would be fine.

But it wasn’t fine.

The world exploded around me and it was suddenly too bright, and too dark, and there was pain and blood and I was cold: so cold. And then there was nothing.

~*~

The boss told me to take time off and get some rest but I couldn’t. I hurt too much.

It wasn’t the old , familiar ache of distant memories; the phantom twinge of loved ones long laid to rest. This pain was new and bright and sharp. Like shards of glass on the floor of my home they cut, and I can’t seem to clean them up, no matter how many times I try.

In the end I leave. Some might call it running but I don’t care. I have to get out, away from the steel and glass and dull grey chill of my city; away from the memories, regrets and guilt lurking in places that had been innocent of such things before the actions of one man cast a darkness across my world that I can’t seem to escape.

I couldn’t face that darkness anymore. Even the shadows - the palest imitation of night that once held only shade – hovered like accusations, making me flinch. So I went hunting the sun, and found myself in a place where it seems closer to the earth somehow; richer. The light in Miami has a different quality. It’s stronger, more welcoming: warmer. Even the shadows are bright in Miami.

Paradoxically though, once I’m there, I find myself avoiding the sun. It’s too bright. I sleep the day and venture out at night, torn between a desperate wish to wrap myself in the light again and the deeper, more dangerous and insidious desire to just let go and lose myself in the darkness.

And in the middle of my painful struggle, somewhere on the edge of morning between grief and numbness and my third scotch, I met her.

~*~

To this day, I have no idea what drew me to her. Maybe it was her frail beauty, standing out in the smoky bar like a white rose among brambles. Maybe it was the way she stared at her glass – with a mixture of need and loathing. It was an expression I’d seen on my father’s face. It was a look I’d worn myself.

Maybe it was simply that her pain was palpable, and I was tired of thinking about my own.

I don’t remember everything. Not because I was drunk – though I was a little - but because some quality of the night and my exhaustion combined to take me outside myself to a place where time didn’t mean as much and tomorrow is just a theory.

I remember her eyes, wary and wounded, and yet all I could think was how incredibly blue they were.

I remember her hand, the delicate sculpture of bone seemingly fragile beneath my own fingers.

And I remember her lips against mine, brief and tentative and sending a shiver through my body, snapping me back inside myself as a pit of desire opened within me.

Somehow, we aren’t in the club anymore. I recognize a decent, if completely impersonal hotel room. I remember her hand on mine, brining me with her. I had no intention of resisting.

As if she senses my return, she pulls back suddenly. Our bodies just inches apart, we stand frozen, eyes searching and uncertain yet unable to pull away from each other. The flush of arousal stains her alabaster skin and her eyes are hooded, dark and glittering. I can taste her on my lips – scotch and velvet and steel and loneliness.

The only sound is our breathing, harsh and rasping and I find myself suddenly torn. The cushion of rum and darkness is no longer there and I feel a rising instinct to flee.

She tenses, just a fraction, and I know she senses my conflict. There is a moment of stillness and while I’m trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing, my hand reaches out – seemingly of its own volition – to tuck a wisp of hair behind the delicate shell of her ear. My finger traces her jaw, and her eyes flutter closed, and suddenly I’m kissing her again.

I’ve never kissed a woman, not like this anyway. I’ve always found women beautiful to look at – something in the curves and lines, strength and softness of their bodies has always been appealing - all those inherent contradictions both beautiful and fascinating, but it never went beyond sight, or passed appreciation.

So this? The corn silk of her hair in my fingers, the hot, slick satin of her mouth, the feel of her hands, sure and gentle across my back…I have never known this.

My fingertips trace the elegant column of her throat and she rolls her head back, opening herself to me. This too is something I’ve never experienced: this trust, this dual surrender. It lights a fire I thought long dead: lights it, and sets it to blazing. I feel the desire washing over me, and when she says my name, brokenly, I give myself over to her.

~*~
“Calleigh”

Her name escapes from lips, a plea, a benediction, I don’t know. All I can feel is her hands on me. All I want to feel is mine on her.

She’s gentler than I imagined, taking her time undressing me, and there is a wonder and a hunger in her gaze that makes me weak. Her fingers are steady though, and they move across my body, tracing patterns of intricate detail and infinite possibility.

Even in the dim light of the room I can see the color of her eyes - somewhere beyond the simple spectrum of blue and green - like the ocean on a perfect day, and then her lips return to mine and I don’t need to see. I don’t need to see because the light is everywhere, filling me with brightness so intense I don’t know how I can hold it in.

As her body presses against mine, I realize that it’s impossible and I’m not meant to, so I slide my hands into her hair and kiss her with everything I am. We turn and tumble onto the bed and as her golden hair fans on the pillow like a tousled corona, for a time at least, the darkness I’ve been trying to escape is banished.

~*~

She is so beautiful: such a fragile body to hold such a depth of spirit. My lips caress the still raw scar on her shoulder but I don’t ask. There is no room for questions in this moment, they would be inadequate. I see the light of warmth and hunger flash in her eyes, and its enough. She reaches for me and those elegant hands move across my body. She steals my breath and as it escapes, it draws a single word into the forgiving darkness.

“Lilly”


Fin

Comments

This is really pretty. I love the idea of Lilly and Calleigh; it's just... intense. I can't get over how fragile Lilly looks, but how much strenght there is in her. And the damage? I think I fell in love with her in the 4th season finale.
Ugh... this was just so poetically beautiful.

I especially loved "...this trust, this dual surrender..." i think you captured the brokenness (is that a word?) of these two characters and its so very appealing.

I've been a fan of Calleigh's heartache and distruction for some time now and I just love when its written about. Lovely, amazing job.
I know, right? If I had Emily on my payroll... well besides, ya know *blush*, I'd dive her some meaty rolls. I saw her on Rachael Ray once and she was saying how her role on that show is somewhat superficial or something like that. She's so dramatically awesome :D

But yes, you should write more Calleigh centered fics bc there's no enough *good* ones out there.
I liked the beginning when she was all badass off-duty cop but... when she got all sad it made me weepy. Well, my heart was weepy. And then I liked at the end when she was all badass again.

The analyzing and transitional scenes are trippy as hell too. All those multiple manuvering boxes everywhere. *waits for new season too*
That was fascinating!
Welcome!
I don't watch either show, but that was gorgeous. I've always thought there was something so fragile and pure about Lilly. Their rawness and hesitance and need became so clear, somehow reflected in one another, and in a way it seems that if pain clashes with pain, they cancel each other out. Beautiful piece.
I probably would like Cold Case, and people have been trying to convince me to watch it, but I really don't need another show to obsess over. I'm already behind with all my shows as it is.

LOL. *wears hero badge*
you are one of a very few writers that can get me to read first person and LIKE it. and not just like in this case... this was painfully beautiful. fragile and crisp, like a winter morning, but also daring and sensual... when your muse comes alive, she really just rocks it :)

Do I have to say, "YUMMY!", or will drooling suffice? *giggles* It was perfect, sweetie!
I don't really watch Cold Case regularly, but I liked the story very much.

My favorite line:

I can taste her on my lips – scotch and velvet and steel and loneliness.

WOW!
i only just found this, but wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed.

I'm more of a cold case fan, than csi:miami..but I do watch both and nearly had a heart attack when i saw the pairing lol

great work
Can't wait to see what else you have planned for them...

and that last cold case was really messed up, so anything you base on that would be interesting INDEED!
true...for so long it seemed like all Calleigh was doing was being the meat in a really lame love triangle.

And next cold case is gonna be lame too i think. All about a new guy bugging Lilly. zzzzzzz
Scotty's awesome. I heart Danny Pino. Mostly it's cuz I can't see Lilly with what's her name, and that's the only other chick on the show. Alas...so crossovers it is.

:P


wicked icon, btw
well that icon kills me because I can totally see her saying that lol

i agree about the chemistry thing..I'm having that issue with House right now, and it's really pissing me off.
well my new house obsession is 13/cameron..it is THE hotness, even if only like 2 fics exist *pout*

I'm going to the con in princeton in october, and if either Olivia Wilde or JMO is there, I thoroughly plan on stalking :P
haha

I'm a total pro at it...you should have seen the stalking I got done of Amber Benson at a con a few years back...she loved it though :P



PS...have officially friended you now *GRIN*
ps..do you mind if I friend you?

I have like NO ONE on my flist who likes cold case, and it's depressing.
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