crimescenegirl
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Post by crimescenegirl on Dec 28, 2008 16:10:24 GMT -5
Here's my wishes/dreams/hopes for the Eric and Calleigh relationship... you know we all have them sometimes. What I've done is taken my most inspiring songs of the day or week and allowed them to fuel my E/C muses. These really aren't technically "song fics", just "song inspired fics"!!! I sure hope that you all enjoy them.
P.S. These are PG-ish... the occasional PG-13, but I'll warn you before the chapter... I promise!
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crimescenegirl
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Post by crimescenegirl on Dec 28, 2008 16:12:14 GMT -5
A/N: This “shot” came to me while I was driving around with the radio blasting Metro Station’s Shake it! I didn’t know the lyrics, so of course I had to discover them (thank goodness for the internet!) and then it still fit, so I wrote. Anyways, this is all to say – you have to imagine this song and try not to judge me too harshly, okay? : ) Disclaimer: Y'all know that I don't own CSI: Miami, right? I also don't own a bit of Metro Station's music or lyrics... in case you were wondering! Shake it! excerpt
Now if she does it like this will you do it like that Now if she touches like this, will you touch her right back Now if she moves like this, will you move it like that (come on)
Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, uh shake it
I saw you dancing and I couldn't get you off my mind (I could tell that you could tell that I was takin' my time) I was thinking of ways that you would stay and be mine (Your body's shaking, turn me on, so I can turn off the lights)
** There was something about watching her in an interrogation that drew him. If he had believed in Sirens, he might have though her one. Whatever it was about her, he could not get Calleigh Duquesne out of his mind at times like this. ** He had heard her heeled boots clicking out a quick staccato beat against the tile before he saw her. Thankfully her eyes kept their focus straight ahead as she passed his lab… those beautiful lawn green eyes that held a touch of cold in them as she prepared for her task. ** He was towed into her wake, following her silently toward the glass enclosed suspect. She had her kit hanging delicately from her hand as she paused at the door. He found himself thinking of ways to follow her inside; instead he paused just out of Calleigh’s sight. He felt his insides warming as he considered what was coming next. ** She set her kit on the table and slipped gloves onto her delicate fingers. He could imagine those fingers wrapped around strands of his hair. Shaking himself slightly, he refocused on the vision in black before him. She removed a small box, a round white wipe and a spray bottle from her kit. GSR… he knew how she loved to nail them with gun evidence. It was a joy to watch. ** He observed as she swabbed the suspect’s hands, placed the swab in the box and shook it. God, he loved to watch her shake that box. It brought a light to her eyes; he could almost feel the joy radiating off of her body as the little box turned blue and it tugged his body and his heart toward the window. ** A smile graced her face as she motioned to the officer to arrest her shooter. It was intoxicating; he felt as though he could almost taste her lips. ** Then he realized that that sweet bliss was his; she stood on her toes before him and pulled his head down toward hers. “I love when you watch me, too, Eric,” she whispered through his haze. ****************************************************** The End... FYI... Sirens are Greek mythological seductresses - an interesting study if you ever have the time. And, just in case you didn't know - GSR is gun shot residue.
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ladytaz29
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Post by ladytaz29 on Dec 28, 2008 16:32:09 GMT -5
Good job Naomi.. ;D Glad you could join us and welcome to our new home....
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Post by suzmicsoc on Dec 28, 2008 16:34:53 GMT -5
Loved it Naomi
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crimescenegirl
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Post by crimescenegirl on Dec 28, 2008 17:01:24 GMT -5
Thanks, ladies! Here's another one - just because it's Sunday
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crimescenegirl
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Post by crimescenegirl on Dec 28, 2008 17:07:25 GMT -5
In My Shirt
A/N: Okay, this is the PG-13-ish land... just in case you are worried... nothing happens... it's just... well, inspired by the "IT" that we all wish had happened already! (Does that make sense?) If anyone has any inspiring song ideas for me, please send me a PM (don't worry you'll receive credit!!!).
Disclaimer: If only I was so lucky as to own anything CSI: Miami, well, my world would be a happier place. I also don't own one bit of Keith Urban's song You Look Good In My Shirt and give him many thanks for the inspiration that it provided in this instance!
You Look Good In My Shirt excerpt
And maybe it's a little too early To know if this is gonna work All I know is you're sure looking Good in my shirt That's right You look good in my shirt
Well now I'm not saying that we solved overnight Every way that we went wrong Oh, but what I'm seeing I'd sure love seeing Every morning from now on
And maybe it's a little too early To know if this is gonna work All I know is you're sure looking Good in my shirt
** Men. She had caught his reflection in her lab window five minutes ago, staring at her as she processed samples. She knew why he was watching. He thought that no one could see him from Trace.
** It was a mistake, right? Just a slip. It didn't mean a thing. Who do I think I'm kidding? He assumed that to anyone who happened to pass he looked thoughtful, maybe preoccupied, considering a piece of evidence perhaps. No one would recognize the direction of his gaze. The problem was that he knew. He knew what was under her fitted lab coat, what was tucked into her black slacks. His shirt.
** Sorting through evidence bags from the team's latest crime scene, she sorted through her jumbled memories of the previous night. It had started to simply - colliding as she walked out and he strode into the locker room. Her head had been down, she lost her balance, he caught her. Simple... if he had let go quickly. Easy... if she hadn't let the aching in her heart leak out in her gaze. But he hadn't and she had. Not so simple any longer.
** He continued to watch her, remembering how she had felt as she fell into his arms the night before. The way that her head tucked into his chest. The quickening of her heartbeat through their shirts, against his skin. No matter what had happened, one thing would never change - Calleigh Duquense felt like home. And last night, despite the stupid cliche, they both came home.
** It was his own fault, she told herself. If he had let her leave this morning instead of leisurely feeding her breakfast in bed, he would not be burning a hole in her back with his gaze. If he hadn't insisted on "cleaning up my mess" from the syrup he accidentally dripped on her chin and her chest, she would be wearing a perfectly tailored blouse and clean, pressed pants. But that would have required a trip home and he had left no time for that. If she was honest, she would admit to herself that they had left no time for that.
** Just knowing that his blue shirt was there, remembering the line that they had crossed, realizing the symbolism that it held was driving him mad. And it was reminding him of the heat of her kiss, the smoothness of her skin... he shifted on his stool as he recounted the number of times his name had fallen as a whimper from her lips. All this from a shirt... god, she looks good in my clothes. I could watch this all day for the rest of my life and never get enough. He shook his head, trying to refocus on analyzing their relationship.
** Men! Fine, if that's how we are going to play it... try this on for size, Mr. Delko. She removed her labcoat, smoothing it over the back of a neighboring chair. As she turned back to her work, she purposely dropped an evidence bag to the floor. She glanced quickly at Eric's reflection to make sure he was still watching, then slowly, purposefully she bent to retrieve it.
** Oh, god... she knows I've been watching. All further thought left his head as Calleigh bent at her waist, the motion showing off all of her most feminine parts, including more cleavage that he was certain she usually displayed around the lab.
** Forcing himself to breathe, he gathered all of his strength to walk the fifteen feet necessary to reach her workstation. She gasped lightly as one of his warm hands wrapped over her eyes and the other fingered her shirt collar. She could not help the smile that graced her lips.
** 'You need to be careful, Cal, you never know who might be watching.'
'Do I have something to be worried about, Mr. Delko?'
'Only if you continue to wear men's clothing around the lab, Ms. Duquense.'
'Well, if you find someone who wants to retreive his shirt, let him know that it will be available at 8 PM tonight at my place.'
'Understood.'
** She lit the last candle in her living room, knowing that her words had been neither mysterious or disguised. The doorbell rang at 8 o'clock sharp.
She barely had the door opened when she was wrapped in a pair of strong Cuban arms. It was deliciously torturous to feel his lips near her ear as he whispered, 'God, Calleigh, you look good in my shirt.'
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ladytaz29
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Post by ladytaz29 on Dec 28, 2008 17:39:29 GMT -5
whew....
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Post by suzmicsoc on Dec 28, 2008 17:53:49 GMT -5
whew.... What she said ;D
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Post by jaglady on Dec 28, 2008 18:54:41 GMT -5
Nice work, Naomi. And glad you made the crossover. ;D
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miamitravel
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Post by miamitravel on Dec 28, 2008 22:43:02 GMT -5
WOW!!! Loved the last one Naomi.....I came over here...because you asked me ever so sweetly.....
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