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Calleigh/Lilly...aka I'm procrastinating from my AU

Title: Something to Hold On To
Pairing: Calleigh/Lilly CSI: Miami/ Cold Case crossover
Rating: NC-17 bit of smut…and angst.
Disclaimer: Ha! I wish
SPOILERS: For Cold Case, the first new episode after the strike. For Miami, 6x16 All In
Warnings: Er..none?
A/N: Sort of loosely follows my other Calleigh/Lilly fics, but can’t really be considered a series. Stand alone but implies some kind of established relationship.
Thank you: To shaych_03 for being a second pair of eyes.



“The job gives your life meaning. When the job is taken away… you’re nothing… She broke… just like one day you will to”

Smith’s voice was mocking; haughty. He was trying to goad me and I knew it. Once I would just have smirked; pushing his words aside like so much dust and told myself they were empty: a lie tossed into the darkness like a lure to snare me into his sick game. I was driving, the white line an arrow leading us through the night and I kept my gaze fixed firmly forward. He couldn’t see my face.

I didn’t smirk. I couldn’t.

“No”

My voice was raw when I denied his claim and I could practically feel Smith smile from the back seat. What he didn’t seem to catch onto was the fact that the emotion behind my words had nothing to do with fear.

“What gets you out of bed in the morning Lilly? Everyone’s got something they’re holding on to.”

I don’t know what this thing is between us, but it has, in Smith’s words, a “special significance." I need her. I’ve tried not to. I’ve tried to keep it purely physical but she’s gotten under my skin; a skin that seems to burn when she touches it; that tingles with electricity at her ocean gaze; that’s known the touch of her lips and fingers.

I didn’t answer Smith’s taunting question of course; playing that sociopath’s game any more than Scotty and I had to, to find Brenda would have been a disaster. It didn’t stop my mind from tracing the path of his words and following them to the inevitable conclusion though. Like sunlight in the dark, it was both startling, and welcome…like her.

Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I breathe her in. She smells like the breeze coming off the ocean and her hands caress up and down my spine, as constant and gentle as the kiss of the waves on the shore.

I think that she might just be what I’m holding on to. Not her body, or her mind, or even her heart with its pulse fluttering beneath my fingers, but the way I feel when I’m with her. Its the safety and the understanding, like something in her soul reaches out and fills the holes that have been torn in mine; smoothing over the cracks and the fading the scars.

The sun outside is molten and lazy as it slips toward the horizon, but before it reaches its destination, it saunters through the massive picture window and bathes the bedroom in liquid gold. Her hair is spread across the light drenched pillows and her eyes sparkle back at me like tiny seas. Tiny, clouded seas. There’s a shadow in her gaze that wasn’t there the last time we met and an ugly bruise spreads across one side of her ribcage, marring her flawless skin.

I never think of her as fragile, but seeing this sudden evidence of her mortality tears at something in me even as my fingers slip through her hair.

I don’t ask though – not yet. The time for words hasn’t come and I feel need slowly rising again within me. My tongue slips out to taste her, trailing along her jaw to nibble at her earlobe and her eyes flutter gratefully closed even as her slender, sinuous form shifts beneath mine and her breath catches.

It’s always like this when we’re together; like the hunger becomes a living thing that takes us over, eclipsing everything beyond the reach of our hands and mouths. There is no past or future when I’m with her; there is only the now. Her body responds to me like a finely tuned instrument and I force myself to play a gentle tune. We have all night and I want this to last. I need it to last as long as possible and I try not to think about how – each time we’re together – the fleeting nature of what we’ve built becomes just a little bit harder to accept and I find that I want more.

That more however, is the future, and for the moment there is no place for it here.

The sounds of her frustration make me smile but I take my time, kissing along the curve of her ribs as they rise and fall with her desperate breath; cupping the perfect swell of her breast and teasing its peak; tracing with my lips the line of her hip and across to the silky skin of her inner thigh. One of her hands tangles gently in my hair even as the other grips the sheets until her knuckles go white. I know what she wants but I draw it out, savoring the control I have over her and the beauty of her complete trust. When I finally take her with my hand and mouth, the wet heat of her body is like coming home. My fingers move inside her and she tightens, her soft cries becoming crescendo until I feel the release wash over her, the last notes of her breath escaping in a sigh.

For a time neither of us moves, content to drift in the calm of the moment. I rest my head on her thigh, stroking her stomach with my fingertips as she struggles to calm her heart. My own body hums pleasantly, like a piano wire vibrating in sympathy to its kin, but I don’t feel any urgency. This is neither the beginning, nor the ending of what we’ll share.

The sun is hidden now and the last, rich purples of twilight are giving way to the moon outside. With a negligent hand she turns on the tiny lamp by the bed and it casts a small glow. Pushing myself up, I rest beside her, visually tracing her features in the muted light.

It’s rare for us to speak of the events that precipitate our being together; that bring one of us to the other’s city. As I trail my fingertips over the livid bruise on her ribs and she kisses my cheeks, just below eyes that are bruised and shadowed by a lack of sleep from the nightmares that still haunt me – I let the question fill my gaze.

“What happened Cal?”

For a moment I don’t think she’ll say anything, and then a tangle of emotions races across her face and I see the weariness settle in her eyes. Her voice is soft; the southern accent little more than a hint of warm, humid afternoons and clear blue skies, but her words are heavy with pain and anger, helplessness and fear. They are emotions I don’t associate with Detective Calleigh Duquesne and it makes me ache to hear what she endured. To be kidnapped would be horrible, but for a woman – a cop – of Calleigh’s integrity, to be forced to help cover up a crime would be far, far worse. Still, I can’t help the tiny swell of pride when she tells me how she managed to leave a trail of ‘bread crumbs’ for her colleagues. She downplays her role, but I can fill in the blanks – the terror of discovery, the agony of hope – it must have been Hell. I wish I could have been there, I wish I could have…I’m not sure.

Ultimately however, it’s in the past. All I can do now is take her into my arms and kiss her, letting her know she’s alive, and safe.

I should have known better than to think she would leave it at that though.

With a gentle twist, she brings her body atop mine and for a moment I revel in the fit of her curves against me. She presses gentle kisses to my face, then props herself up to pin me with a gentle stare and my question is returned to me.

“What did he say Lilly?”

She’s resting on top of me, her soft weight an anchor that I wrap my arms around and cling to as her words summon memories of that darkened car ride back to Philly, trying to discern the truth in the words of a true sociopath; of the anger and helplessness and the terrible, fragile hope that Brenda was still alive.

I’m not sure what it would have done to me if she hadn’t been, but she was. Smith was wrong, Brenda was strong enough.

Looking up, I see understanding and compassion in the eyes above me and as I reach up and capture Calleigh’s lips again, feeling not just the hunger, but the emotion and the connection that lies beneath it, I know I am too. Somewhere along the way, she’s become the thing I hold on to, and when she looks at me I and I see the strength in her sea eyes, I know I won’t break…not yet anyway.

Fin

Comments

That was completely and utterly gorgeous, so melancholy but with a small silver lining that slowly reveals itself in the end. I absolutely love how you interweave emotion and angst with sex, how it slowly becomes clear that one cannot be separated from the other any longer, and it's all so beautifully written that it doesn't matter that I've no idea what they're talking about. In the beginning Lilly seems to fear her emotions, only to find in the end that they may help her to be strong, and that they're reflected in Calleigh. Amazing job, girl.
AMAZING!!

just not enough lilly on the net
Hey race!

That was really beautiful! I love your Cal/Lilly Stories, even if I don't follow "Cold Case".

Your writing here was really powerful, so raw and delicate in the same time!
No worries, hon!

The less there is to read, the more time I can pour into my story *fg*
Aaahh.. it's a long stony path with many obstacles to overcome *fg* AND: it's am English path *lol*
But I'll get there!
*lol* I'd like to have Faith, too *cough* what??

Ahem... we'll see
Yes Ma'am!

And how could anyone write any decent fiction without having at least SOME naughty thought???
Oh geez... that was beautiful. I love stories like this that aren't too sexually descriptive but aren't too vague at the same time. It felt like you took a tiny plot and stretched and weaved it into some sort of interlocking web. If that makes ANY sense at all. Like someone said above, i love how you intermingle love, sex, and emotion. I really believe that that is the best combination.

please, pleeeeeease write more of this pairing. i truly adore it.
Calleigh and Lilly seem to have a way about them thats much more natural to write... even though they're never really met. Have they? I'm not sure. I think it has something to do with their dual fragility or brittleness like you mentioned.

I guess I'm just drawn to their shared mute sadness and suffering... though that sounds horrible... you do it well :)
JUST how they made the two CSI's boring. Ugh, such a letdown. If you ever need a beta for this pairing or, well, for ANY of your pairing... *raises hand* pick meee! :D
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