A Date to Die Over
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Category: CSI: Miami - Slashed
Characters: Eric Delko
, Ryan Wolfe
, Episode Related
, First TimeWarnings:
The events of Killer Date as seen through slash goggles...
Follows on from Sex and Diving Suits.
A Date to Die Over
It all comes back to Ryan Wolfe.
If it wasn't for him, I would never have lost my badge. That girl wouldn't have taken it, her brother wouldn't have stolen it and that guy wouldn't have gotten shot.
It's all Wolfe's fault.
Of course I saw him staring at me. Like he can hide anything he's thinking – it's written all over his face. He might as well have held up a placard with "I'm having naughty thoughts" printed on it in big neon letters. I couldn't quite take it in to start with – that he was looking at me like that – but when that shudder ran through him as I slapped him on the back after pointing him in the right direction about the tire tracks – well, it was unmistakeable what he was thinking. And so was his hard-on, even though he was trying to hide it against the table.
And then he brought me all that shredded paper to put back together. He gave it to me like a guy would give a chick roses and chocolates in apology for pissing her off – kind of not-looking, being all gruff, like he was braced for rejection. Who could stay mad with a guy who does that? I told him to beat it and watched his sexy little ass all the way to the door. I could use some of that, I thought, then pushed that dangerous idea out of my head to deal with the paper.
I have no idea why I went over to his place later. It was like there was an invisible line reeling me in.
And then when he opened the door and stood there looking at me... He genuinely has no idea how good he looks. In sweats and a t-shirt so old you could nearly see through it. I deserve a medal for keeping my hands off him for as long as I did.
Boy, he knows how to kiss! Teeth and tongue and lips... He gives it one hundred percent plus! There are things out there stuck to rocks in the Atlantic that have less powerful suction.
And he sure knows what to do with a guy in bed too. I hardly got out of my clothes before he had his hands on me. And his mouth. That is some talented mouth! I seem to remember that ratty old t-shirt fell to bits on its way off his body. Okay, I literally ripped his clothes off of him.
Who knew that Ryan Wolfe could be so goddamned hot?
I was a quivering pile of jelly when I left at three in the morning. I guess I could have stayed, but... I kinda wanted some space. It's been a long time since I've been with a guy. I thought those days were over. I'd written it off as just an adolescent thing.
But no. Ryan Wolfe makes eyes at me and I'm all over him like a rash. It's true that it's like riding a bike – you don't forget how to do it (and it's way more fun). I just knew where to put my hands, what to do with every part of him to make him writhe and moan. He was so hot for it.
Me too. I wanted him like I don't remember ever wanting anyone before.
That's why I went out last night and picked up some girl. Psych Services could have told me what I was doing in a second. Denying what I'd done, hoping that being with some anonymous girl would magically erase having been with Wolfe. Hoping that some physical contact with a totally different hot body would make me stop wanting that particular hot body.
It didn't work. All the time we were doing it, I couldn't stop picturing Wolfe. The way he throws his head back in ecstasy. The way he closes his eyes and frowns when he's concentrating on giving pleasure. The way he digs his fingers in to my shoulders when he comes. When I finished with the girl, I just wanted him twice as much.
I guess that's why I didn't notice that my badge was gone. I should have looked – it's part of me, practically fused to my hip – but I couldn't get away fast enough. She wasn't Wolfe, and I didn't want her.
All I saw of him today was a brief glimpse at the first crime scene. It was enough. We were right outside Club Prone, and I could have dragged him right in there and taken him on one of those beds, no problem at all.
But no. I had to go back to the lab and tell H what happened. Leaving out the important stuff about Wolfe, of course, so now everyone thinks I'm some indiscriminate slut just out for sex anywhere I can get it. And everyone knows about it! How does everyone know so fast? Gossip runs like water in this place.
I spent the whole day tracking down Up4anything. She told me what her real name is, but I can't remember it now. It doesn't matter. I'm not interested in her. She gave me her brother, who gave me back my badge. All fixed. Except for the guy who died. If I could fix that I would, but I can't.
It's all over. Never again. Gotta be more careful in future. Gotta get a grip.
I'd like to get a grip on Stetler's neck. Making out this was all to do with Speed. Like he knows what goes on in my head!
If he knew, if he really knew which CSI was monopolising my thoughts, he'd throw a fit. Especially if he knew what those thoughts were. Sex. Raw and urgent. Hot and desperate.
I can't let myself fall into that. I want it too much. It would be like a fly falling into a Venus Flytrap. Instant ruin. Well... no. Long, agonising, drawn-out ruin. Ryan Wolfe could make my life torture if I let him carry on obsessing me like this. Today was all his fault. Tomorrow could be too.
So why am I here?
I didn't want to come here. I didn't even think about coming here, but here I am, parked up outside his apartment block.
There are lights on inside his apartment. Flickering. TV, I guess. He'll be sitting on that couch, drinking a beer, watching a show, leaning back, relaxing, wearing those loose sweats...
I'm out of the car. I can't help it.
I don't want to want him, but I want him so bad.
I just can't help it.