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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-01 05:21 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-01 05:21 pm
Eric/Erica - Worries
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Title: Worries
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
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psych_30 Prompt: 06. inferiority complex
stagesoflove Prompt: dawn
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: She really needed to stop worrying about this.
Author's Note: Part of Miami Sun series. This is a lot of Erica rambling. I don't know why.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:Miami. They're owned by CBS.
She really needed to get over this.
It was nothing. She was making a big deal over nothing, a nothing he didn’t even know anything about and now she was getting him worried over nothing. She wouldn’t tell him what it was, she didn’t need to tell him what it was, it was nothing.
She just needed to keep telling herself that. If she kept telling herself that, maybe it would go away. If she treated it like it was nothing, it would get bored and move on to something else, like a bully in school. It was just there to make you feel small and inferior as long as you would let it, and once you told it off, stood up to them, and said that you weren’t going to let them do that to you, they would go away. They did it because of their own inferiority complexes, and it made them feel better to pick on yours. And she just wasn’t going to let them do that too her anymore. She wasn’t going to let someone who didn’t even have the gall to show his face to her do what he was doing and let it get to her. And that was the end of it.
But she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. The sinking feeling that was telling her she knew better than that, and it wasn’t nothing. It was definitely something. But she didn’t want it to be something. She had never been bullied into anything in her life, and she wasn’t about to start now. She was just going to keep doing her job, keep living her life, and not let some idiot who thought he could control her get to her.
She rolled over, moving in closer to Eric and safety. She didn’t know what had possessed her to practically beg him to stay last night, but she was glad he did. Granted, she had to get him to worry about her to do it, but at least he was here. And when he was here, at least she wasn’t alone. Being alone made the fears and the worries get twenty times worse.
She didn’t want to open her eyes yet, because even though she could feel the early morning sun against her back from the window, she had a feeling the hour was still ungodly and she didn’t feel like getting up quite yet. Her mind changed when She felt him stir next to her, and the soft brush of a kiss against her neck. She moved closer until she heard the husky whisper of his voice against her ear, “You alright?”
“I’m fine,” she sighed.
“Last night—”
“I’m fine,” she replied, “I was half-asleep and a little spooked. And I wanted my boyfriend to be here when I woke up.” She looked up and him and gave him a smirk, “Is that a crime, Officer?”
He grinned at that before pushing the hair that had fallen into her face away. “Not exactly. You just scared me there for a minute. I thought something was wrong.”
“There isn’t,” she said with a slow shake of her head, “I’m fine.”
“OK,” he replied. She couldn’t tell if he was really buying out or not, but she hoped that he was. She really didn’t want to be another source of worry in his life; he had enough of those as it was.
She gave him a soft smile, before he leaned in to kiss her. She knew he probably intended it to be simple and sweet and that would be it, but frankly? She was sick of taking it slow.
She pushed him to deepen the kiss, and then rolled onto her back, pulling him on top of her. She felt him resist slightly pulling away from her. “Erica—”
“I think we’ve been good long enough,” she murmured, her lips nibbling their way across his jaw line.
“But—”
“Eric,” she said, pulling back so that she was looking at him, “If we do this, is it going to make you want to walk away from me?”
“No,” he murmured, leaning in closer to her as if he was going to brush against her lips, but slipping downwards, painting a teasing trail down her neck.
“Good,” she replied pulling him back up to look at her, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
Title: Worries
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
psych_30 Prompt: 06. inferiority complexstagesoflove Prompt: dawnContent Warning: N/A
Summary: She really needed to stop worrying about this.
Author's Note: Part of Miami Sun series. This is a lot of Erica rambling. I don't know why.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:Miami. They're owned by CBS.
She really needed to get over this.
It was nothing. She was making a big deal over nothing, a nothing he didn’t even know anything about and now she was getting him worried over nothing. She wouldn’t tell him what it was, she didn’t need to tell him what it was, it was nothing.
She just needed to keep telling herself that. If she kept telling herself that, maybe it would go away. If she treated it like it was nothing, it would get bored and move on to something else, like a bully in school. It was just there to make you feel small and inferior as long as you would let it, and once you told it off, stood up to them, and said that you weren’t going to let them do that to you, they would go away. They did it because of their own inferiority complexes, and it made them feel better to pick on yours. And she just wasn’t going to let them do that too her anymore. She wasn’t going to let someone who didn’t even have the gall to show his face to her do what he was doing and let it get to her. And that was the end of it.
But she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. The sinking feeling that was telling her she knew better than that, and it wasn’t nothing. It was definitely something. But she didn’t want it to be something. She had never been bullied into anything in her life, and she wasn’t about to start now. She was just going to keep doing her job, keep living her life, and not let some idiot who thought he could control her get to her.
She rolled over, moving in closer to Eric and safety. She didn’t know what had possessed her to practically beg him to stay last night, but she was glad he did. Granted, she had to get him to worry about her to do it, but at least he was here. And when he was here, at least she wasn’t alone. Being alone made the fears and the worries get twenty times worse.
She didn’t want to open her eyes yet, because even though she could feel the early morning sun against her back from the window, she had a feeling the hour was still ungodly and she didn’t feel like getting up quite yet. Her mind changed when She felt him stir next to her, and the soft brush of a kiss against her neck. She moved closer until she heard the husky whisper of his voice against her ear, “You alright?”
“I’m fine,” she sighed.
“Last night—”
“I’m fine,” she replied, “I was half-asleep and a little spooked. And I wanted my boyfriend to be here when I woke up.” She looked up and him and gave him a smirk, “Is that a crime, Officer?”
He grinned at that before pushing the hair that had fallen into her face away. “Not exactly. You just scared me there for a minute. I thought something was wrong.”
“There isn’t,” she said with a slow shake of her head, “I’m fine.”
“OK,” he replied. She couldn’t tell if he was really buying out or not, but she hoped that he was. She really didn’t want to be another source of worry in his life; he had enough of those as it was.
She gave him a soft smile, before he leaned in to kiss her. She knew he probably intended it to be simple and sweet and that would be it, but frankly? She was sick of taking it slow.
She pushed him to deepen the kiss, and then rolled onto her back, pulling him on top of her. She felt him resist slightly pulling away from her. “Erica—”
“I think we’ve been good long enough,” she murmured, her lips nibbling their way across his jaw line.
“But—”
“Eric,” she said, pulling back so that she was looking at him, “If we do this, is it going to make you want to walk away from me?”
“No,” he murmured, leaning in closer to her as if he was going to brush against her lips, but slipping downwards, painting a teasing trail down her neck.
“Good,” she replied pulling him back up to look at her, pulling him in for a deep kiss.