Emily (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-05 05:13 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-05 05:13 pm
Eric/Erica - Miami Sun (3/3)
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Title: Miami Sun (3/3)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
psych_30 Prompt: 14. Fixation
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: She hated the fact that she couldn’t stand on her own two feet and handle herself. That someone had to swoop in and save her from getting hurt.
Author's Note: Next chapter in the series. Click the tag if you want the first two chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI: Miami. They're owned by CBS.
Erica spotted him walking towards the beach the next day. It bothered her. It bothered her that she needed him of all people to come and save her. She hated the fact that she couldn’t stand on her own two feet and handle herself. That someone had to swoop in and save her from getting hurt. She knew it was partially her own fault, because she was more drunk than she usually would get, but still. She wished she could have just handled the situation herself, and not felt like she owed him anything.
And what she hated the most was that he had no ulterior motive. None that she could pin down anyway. He didn’t take advantage of her. True, they had wound up at his hotel room last night, but that was only because she couldn’t for the life of her remember where she was supposed to be staying. And once they got there, nothing happened. She slept in the bed, he slept in one of the nearby chairs.
She was used to men thinking they could walk all over her, and she had believed Eric Delko to be no different. Yet, here they were, the events of last night replaying in the back of her mind, seeming to tell her that Eric was actually a somewhat decent guy. And she did owe him. No matter how much he insisted she didn’t.
“I want to buy you dinner,” she said to him, and a brief smile flashed across his face.
“Hi, Erica,” he grinned, somewhat teasing her about her jumping straight to the point, “How are you feeling? It’s good to see you.” She rolled her eyes, wanting to get the conversation over and done with as quickly as possible.
“I hate formalities,” she muttered, and he leaned on the ledge of the stand next to her studying her for a second.
“You don’t have to,” Eric replied, “Any decent human being would have done what I’ve done.”
“Yeah, but you’re the one who did,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. She was wearing it down. He had never seen her with it down before. If it wasn’t for the situation she was in, she might have looked somewhat relaxed, instead of the uptight control freak that she usually was. There was something she and Ryan had in common.
“Why are you so fixated on us being even?” Eric asked, “You don’t owe me anything.”
“I feel like I do,” she stated, “Will you just let me do this? Please? It’s just dinner.”
Eric really didn’t understand why it was such a big deal. Why she needed to do this for him. But he wasn’t about to argue with her over something as little as dinner. It wasn’t as if she was asking him for information on a case or something like that. It was just dinner.
“Alright,” he sighed, “Where do you want to go?”
***
Eric didn’t want to admit it, but he had actually had somewhat of a good time with Erica. They had left the reporter and the cop at the door, and had a decent conversation. “So,” he sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets as they walked towards his car, “We even now?”
“Yeah,” Erica nodded slowly, “We’re even.” He opened the car door for her, and she slid inside, sitting in his car, wondering what the hell she was doing. She couldn’t remember having that much fun at a dinner that was a real date, let alone a dinner that was just friend. Eric Delko was not a bad guy. Or date. He just got himself into some crazy situations. She was starting to think things that she shouldn’t be thinking about the man sitting next to her. True, they were on vacation, and things were different, but what would happen when they went back to the real world.
It was just dinner, Erica. Leave it at that.
When they finally pulled up in front of her hotel, he insisted on parking the car and walking her to the door. She told him he didn’t have to, but he did it anyway.
“Why are you being so nice to me, Delko?” she said, completely bewildered by the man’s behavior.
“Because I’m on vacation, and I’m sick of talking to crazy women,” he replied.
“You don’t think I’m crazy?” she said, the self-confident smirk returning to her face.
“No, I think you’re psychotic,” Eric grinned, “But you at least have a brain.”
“Oh, so you usually go for stupid crazy,” Erica smirked, “But since I’m smart crazy I’m technically a step up.”
“Something like that,” he replied, and then his face suddenly turned sober, “Would you object if I kissed you right now?”
She hesitated, her sober look matching his, “It’s a bad idea.”
“My life is a mess of bad ideas,” Eric sighed, taking a step into her, “But I really want to kiss you right now.”
She took a deep breath, shook her head no. No, she wasn’t going to object. He could kiss her. In fact, her body was practically screaming at her to let him kiss her. And he did. And it was good, and soft and warm, and his arms were strong around her and she needed this. For some reason, she really needed this.
They finally broke the kiss, and Erica took his hand, pulling him in through the door.
“I thought this was a bad idea,” he said, hesitating outside the door.
“If you’re going to act on a bad idea, might as well go all the way,” she replied pulling him into another kiss as he backed her through the door.
Title: Miami Sun (3/3)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
psych_30 Prompt: 14. Fixation Content Warning: N/A
Summary: She hated the fact that she couldn’t stand on her own two feet and handle herself. That someone had to swoop in and save her from getting hurt.
Author's Note: Next chapter in the series. Click the tag if you want the first two chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI: Miami. They're owned by CBS.
Erica spotted him walking towards the beach the next day. It bothered her. It bothered her that she needed him of all people to come and save her. She hated the fact that she couldn’t stand on her own two feet and handle herself. That someone had to swoop in and save her from getting hurt. She knew it was partially her own fault, because she was more drunk than she usually would get, but still. She wished she could have just handled the situation herself, and not felt like she owed him anything.
And what she hated the most was that he had no ulterior motive. None that she could pin down anyway. He didn’t take advantage of her. True, they had wound up at his hotel room last night, but that was only because she couldn’t for the life of her remember where she was supposed to be staying. And once they got there, nothing happened. She slept in the bed, he slept in one of the nearby chairs.
She was used to men thinking they could walk all over her, and she had believed Eric Delko to be no different. Yet, here they were, the events of last night replaying in the back of her mind, seeming to tell her that Eric was actually a somewhat decent guy. And she did owe him. No matter how much he insisted she didn’t.
“I want to buy you dinner,” she said to him, and a brief smile flashed across his face.
“Hi, Erica,” he grinned, somewhat teasing her about her jumping straight to the point, “How are you feeling? It’s good to see you.” She rolled her eyes, wanting to get the conversation over and done with as quickly as possible.
“I hate formalities,” she muttered, and he leaned on the ledge of the stand next to her studying her for a second.
“You don’t have to,” Eric replied, “Any decent human being would have done what I’ve done.”
“Yeah, but you’re the one who did,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. She was wearing it down. He had never seen her with it down before. If it wasn’t for the situation she was in, she might have looked somewhat relaxed, instead of the uptight control freak that she usually was. There was something she and Ryan had in common.
“Why are you so fixated on us being even?” Eric asked, “You don’t owe me anything.”
“I feel like I do,” she stated, “Will you just let me do this? Please? It’s just dinner.”
Eric really didn’t understand why it was such a big deal. Why she needed to do this for him. But he wasn’t about to argue with her over something as little as dinner. It wasn’t as if she was asking him for information on a case or something like that. It was just dinner.
“Alright,” he sighed, “Where do you want to go?”
***
Eric didn’t want to admit it, but he had actually had somewhat of a good time with Erica. They had left the reporter and the cop at the door, and had a decent conversation. “So,” he sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets as they walked towards his car, “We even now?”
“Yeah,” Erica nodded slowly, “We’re even.” He opened the car door for her, and she slid inside, sitting in his car, wondering what the hell she was doing. She couldn’t remember having that much fun at a dinner that was a real date, let alone a dinner that was just friend. Eric Delko was not a bad guy. Or date. He just got himself into some crazy situations. She was starting to think things that she shouldn’t be thinking about the man sitting next to her. True, they were on vacation, and things were different, but what would happen when they went back to the real world.
It was just dinner, Erica. Leave it at that.
When they finally pulled up in front of her hotel, he insisted on parking the car and walking her to the door. She told him he didn’t have to, but he did it anyway.
“Why are you being so nice to me, Delko?” she said, completely bewildered by the man’s behavior.
“Because I’m on vacation, and I’m sick of talking to crazy women,” he replied.
“You don’t think I’m crazy?” she said, the self-confident smirk returning to her face.
“No, I think you’re psychotic,” Eric grinned, “But you at least have a brain.”
“Oh, so you usually go for stupid crazy,” Erica smirked, “But since I’m smart crazy I’m technically a step up.”
“Something like that,” he replied, and then his face suddenly turned sober, “Would you object if I kissed you right now?”
She hesitated, her sober look matching his, “It’s a bad idea.”
“My life is a mess of bad ideas,” Eric sighed, taking a step into her, “But I really want to kiss you right now.”
She took a deep breath, shook her head no. No, she wasn’t going to object. He could kiss her. In fact, her body was practically screaming at her to let him kiss her. And he did. And it was good, and soft and warm, and his arms were strong around her and she needed this. For some reason, she really needed this.
They finally broke the kiss, and Erica took his hand, pulling him in through the door.
“I thought this was a bad idea,” he said, hesitating outside the door.
“If you’re going to act on a bad idea, might as well go all the way,” she replied pulling him into another kiss as he backed her through the door.