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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-08 07:39 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-08 07:39 pm
Eric/Erica - A Good Place
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ashields124/15pairings
what i learned today: that these two don't trust me. they both know about my slight affection for character death. and they're not happy about the fact that i decided to write them (never mind the fact that i'm the only one who does). *headdesk* i tried to tell them that i'm really in no mood to kill either of them, but do they listen to me?...no.
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Title: A Good Place
Author:iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
psych_30 Prompt: 29. Repression
stagesoflove Prompt: afternoon
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: After helping Erica move in, they've decided to take it slow.
Author's Note: Part of Miami Sun series. Takes place weeks after "MIA or NYC?"
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:Miami. They're owned by CBS.
It was late afternoon by the time they had actually finished unpacking everything from her apartment, and the place actually looked lived in, instead of just four walls that kept out the weather. He sat down on the couch next to her and gave her a grin.
“Now this is much better,” he said, glancing around the room.
“Really?” she said, giving him a smirk.
“Yeah,” he replied, placing an arm across the back of the couch behind her, “Looks much more homely.”
“Homely?” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, what would you rather come home to?” he asked, shifting so that he was facing her, “The before or the after?”
“The after,” she admitted before curling up into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and allowed a bit of silence before he changed the subject.
“So—we take things slow, huh?” he said and she gave him a nod.
“We take things slow.” They fell into a brief lull of silence before Eric spoke up again.
“Slow is good,” he commented, “Better than too much too soon.”
“Even though technically we’ve already been there already—”
“Don’t,” Eric cut her off, “Just don’t.
“Yeah,” she replied, giving him a smirk, “Good to go slow. Are you sure you’re OK with it? I mean—it’s not your usual MO.”
“It’s fine,” Eric replied, “Sometimes it’s good to go slow. We already know that aspect of our relationship works. Now we just have to make sure the other aspects do.”
“That’s true,” she sighed, “But still—if you’re not comfortable—”
“I’m fine,” he sighed, “Besides, going slow is a good idea. It’s about time we acted on one of those.”
She laughed, “But then we wouldn’t be here, would we?”
“Nope,” he shook his head, “But while here, as if this moment, is a good place, I’m still not sure that if, by the end of this, we’ll think this is such a good idea.” She smirked at him before reaching across the sofa for a pillow and whacking him in the face with it.
“That’s not the way you should be thinking about this,” she murmured, before curling up into his shoulder and letting his arm tighten around her, “Think positive, damnit.”
He chuckled softly, and she could feel the rumble of the lap rising up from his stomach and she felt happier than she had in a long time.
“Wanna grab some dinner?” he murmured into her hair, and she looked up at him.
“After we just got comfortable?” she protested.
“Wanna order in and watch a movie?” he rephrased.
“That’s better.”
***
Erica was practically asleep on his shoulder when the ending credits started to roll on the movie. He shifted as slowly so that he could inch his way out from under her, and he felt her stir and watched as green eyes blinked up at him, “Where ya goin?”
“It’s getting late,” he replied, “I’d better go.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I got an early shift tomorrow.”
“You could stay here,” she said, getting up and following him to the door.
“I thought we were taking it slow,” he grinned and she shook her head.
“Who said I meant it like that?” she asked, and watched as he raised his eyebrows at her.
“You do know that this is us we are talking about. We may not know each other well, but we do know that if I spend the night, we won’t be taking it slow.”
She nodded slowly with a small smile, “OK. You’ve got a point.”
He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll see you later, alright?” She nodded, before he disappeared behind her door, closing quietly behind him. She knew that they were doing the right thing for now, and although she could feel herself wishing in the pit of her stomach that he had stayed, she knew that it would have—not necessarily ruined—but not necessarily pointed them in the right direction either. She glanced up at the walls around her, and remembered where she was, and she was still completely certain that they were handling this the right way.
Because they really were in a good place.
1) finish flack/calleigh claim for
fivebyfiction2) finish flack/lindsay claim for
fivebyfiction3)
stagesoflove4) finish adam/lindsay fic for
ashields124/15pairingswhat i learned today: that these two don't trust me. they both know about my slight affection for character death. and they're not happy about the fact that i decided to write them (never mind the fact that i'm the only one who does). *headdesk* i tried to tell them that i'm really in no mood to kill either of them, but do they listen to me?...no.
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Title: A Good Place
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
psych_30 Prompt: 29. Repressionstagesoflove Prompt: afternoon Content Warning: N/A
Summary: After helping Erica move in, they've decided to take it slow.
Author's Note: Part of Miami Sun series. Takes place weeks after "MIA or NYC?"
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:Miami. They're owned by CBS.
It was late afternoon by the time they had actually finished unpacking everything from her apartment, and the place actually looked lived in, instead of just four walls that kept out the weather. He sat down on the couch next to her and gave her a grin.
“Now this is much better,” he said, glancing around the room.
“Really?” she said, giving him a smirk.
“Yeah,” he replied, placing an arm across the back of the couch behind her, “Looks much more homely.”
“Homely?” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, what would you rather come home to?” he asked, shifting so that he was facing her, “The before or the after?”
“The after,” she admitted before curling up into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and allowed a bit of silence before he changed the subject.
“So—we take things slow, huh?” he said and she gave him a nod.
“We take things slow.” They fell into a brief lull of silence before Eric spoke up again.
“Slow is good,” he commented, “Better than too much too soon.”
“Even though technically we’ve already been there already—”
“Don’t,” Eric cut her off, “Just don’t.
“Yeah,” she replied, giving him a smirk, “Good to go slow. Are you sure you’re OK with it? I mean—it’s not your usual MO.”
“It’s fine,” Eric replied, “Sometimes it’s good to go slow. We already know that aspect of our relationship works. Now we just have to make sure the other aspects do.”
“That’s true,” she sighed, “But still—if you’re not comfortable—”
“I’m fine,” he sighed, “Besides, going slow is a good idea. It’s about time we acted on one of those.”
She laughed, “But then we wouldn’t be here, would we?”
“Nope,” he shook his head, “But while here, as if this moment, is a good place, I’m still not sure that if, by the end of this, we’ll think this is such a good idea.” She smirked at him before reaching across the sofa for a pillow and whacking him in the face with it.
“That’s not the way you should be thinking about this,” she murmured, before curling up into his shoulder and letting his arm tighten around her, “Think positive, damnit.”
He chuckled softly, and she could feel the rumble of the lap rising up from his stomach and she felt happier than she had in a long time.
“Wanna grab some dinner?” he murmured into her hair, and she looked up at him.
“After we just got comfortable?” she protested.
“Wanna order in and watch a movie?” he rephrased.
“That’s better.”
***
Erica was practically asleep on his shoulder when the ending credits started to roll on the movie. He shifted as slowly so that he could inch his way out from under her, and he felt her stir and watched as green eyes blinked up at him, “Where ya goin?”
“It’s getting late,” he replied, “I’d better go.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I got an early shift tomorrow.”
“You could stay here,” she said, getting up and following him to the door.
“I thought we were taking it slow,” he grinned and she shook her head.
“Who said I meant it like that?” she asked, and watched as he raised his eyebrows at her.
“You do know that this is us we are talking about. We may not know each other well, but we do know that if I spend the night, we won’t be taking it slow.”
She nodded slowly with a small smile, “OK. You’ve got a point.”
He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll see you later, alright?” She nodded, before he disappeared behind her door, closing quietly behind him. She knew that they were doing the right thing for now, and although she could feel herself wishing in the pit of her stomach that he had stayed, she knew that it would have—not necessarily ruined—but not necessarily pointed them in the right direction either. She glanced up at the walls around her, and remembered where she was, and she was still completely certain that they were handling this the right way.
Because they really were in a good place.