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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-22 11:06 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-22 11:06 pm
Eric/Erica - Always the Kid
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Title: Always the Kid
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
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psych_30 Prompt: 04. Ego/Id
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: These two didn't want to do anything but be cute and cuddly, so that's what I let them be.
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Erica Sikes / Eric Delko / hopeless romantic. Emily actually figured out where she wanted to go with this (yay!). It took hours with the prompt generator, but she did it, and now she just actually has to write it. Which could take a while, because these two don't always want to cooperate. Also, this directly follows the three sections of Miami Sun so if you want to follow the story it might be more helpful to read those first.
Author's Note: Re: Prompt: Ego and Id, according to Freud, are two of the three parts of the brain. The Id is child-like in nature, who wants what it wants when it wants it, while the Ego is more rational and provides a balance between that and the Super Ego, which is entirely focus on outward opinions and keeping the person strictly on society standards. Just in case anyone wanted to know.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:Miami. They're owned by CBS.
“We could forget about the outside world entirely and just stay here?” he suggested as he rolled on top of her, resting his chin against her stomach. He looked up at her with expectant eyes, and she gave him a look.
“You’re broke,” she said, “And if you’re not working, then there’s no money there, and I have money, but if I’m not working, that means were going to eventually run out of money, and then how are we going to pay for the room?” She gestured to the room around them, and he looked around, blinked at her for a second.
“OK, new plan,” he said moving up so that he was lying next to her. He propped himself up on his elbow and she followed in suit, “I actually own my condo. We go there, and live there, and never leave the house.”
“How will we eat?” she smirked, and he thought about it for a second.
“Order in?”
“With what money?”
“You said you had—”
“OK, well what about when that runs out?” she said, arching an eyebrow at him.
“—You’re a journalist, right?” he began, “You could still right pieces and stuff without leaving the house. Therefore, we have food.”
“And what are you going to do while I’m doing all this work?” she asked, and he thought about it briefly, before moving closer to her.
“Be there to help you relax,” he grinned, his lips nuzzling the base of her neck, soft kisses finding the spots he had already discovered over the course of the week, and searching for new ones, “Occasionally perform an odd job or two. Answer the door for the take out guy.”
She giggled as he rolled her onto her back, hands starting to wander all over her skin, “So basically do nothing,” she whispered, and he pulled back from her to give her a look.
“Well, if you wanna put it like that,” he said and she laughed.
Over the course of the week, they acted liked two giggly high school kids even though they knew that this would never work between them. They were too different, their jobs were practically mortal enemies of each other. It was just a fling while they were on vacation. They both knew that. But the minute Erica brought up that fact, Eric had began trying to come up with reasons that they could make it work, but they were so unrealistic that they would never work.
“Are you always the kid in your relationships?” she asked him later, as he’s lying on his stomach next to her. He nods quickly and she grins.
“They think it’s cute,” he stated.
“It is cute,” she agreed, playing with his hair. He pulled her closer, his arm snaking around her waist, and she takes a deep breath before continuing, “Probably gets frustrating though.”
“Contrary to popular belief, Erica, I can be serious,” he replied, “I’m not a kid all the time. Just when it’s fun.”
There was a bit of silence, before she spoke up again, “Why are you fighting for this Eric?” He ran a hand through his hair, thinking, seriously thinking, about the question she had asked him.
“I guess I don’t want to always be that guy,” he said, looking at her, “Life’s too short to just be fucking around, you know?”
“Yeah,” she replied, but then gave him a skeptical look, “So you decide to fight for this one?”
He laughed, “I like you. You’re smart. You actually have an opinion. You’re gonna kick Wolfe’s ass one of these days, which I really want to see. And you’re a good person. Despite the fact that you’re a pain in our ass half the time.”
“Despite the fact that I’m always going after the story, and always getting in your way, you think I’m a good person?” she frowned.
“Yeah,” he sighed, “You have good intentions. Even though sometimes you go about it the wrong way.”
She snaked her arm around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss, and when they parted, he gave her a grin. “Does this mean you’re considering the plan?”
She gave him a smile, but shook her head, “Nope. But good try.”
“I was serious.”
“I know,” she said, running her hands down his chest, “Good try anyway.”
“You seriously don’t think it would work?” he frowned, and she shook her head.
“We’re too different, Eric,” she sighed, “This was fun, but—in the long run. It wouldn’t work.”
“I guess so,” he sighed, defeated, and she glanced over at the clock.
“We still got a few hours till we have to check out,” she grinned, and he reciprocated, before leaning forward to kiss her.
Title: Always the Kid
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
psych_30 Prompt: 04. Ego/IdContent Warning: N/A
Summary: These two didn't want to do anything but be cute and cuddly, so that's what I let them be.
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Erica Sikes / Eric Delko / hopeless romantic. Emily actually figured out where she wanted to go with this (yay!). It took hours with the prompt generator, but she did it, and now she just actually has to write it. Which could take a while, because these two don't always want to cooperate. Also, this directly follows the three sections of Miami Sun so if you want to follow the story it might be more helpful to read those first.
Author's Note: Re: Prompt: Ego and Id, according to Freud, are two of the three parts of the brain. The Id is child-like in nature, who wants what it wants when it wants it, while the Ego is more rational and provides a balance between that and the Super Ego, which is entirely focus on outward opinions and keeping the person strictly on society standards. Just in case anyone wanted to know.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:Miami. They're owned by CBS.
“We could forget about the outside world entirely and just stay here?” he suggested as he rolled on top of her, resting his chin against her stomach. He looked up at her with expectant eyes, and she gave him a look.
“You’re broke,” she said, “And if you’re not working, then there’s no money there, and I have money, but if I’m not working, that means were going to eventually run out of money, and then how are we going to pay for the room?” She gestured to the room around them, and he looked around, blinked at her for a second.
“OK, new plan,” he said moving up so that he was lying next to her. He propped himself up on his elbow and she followed in suit, “I actually own my condo. We go there, and live there, and never leave the house.”
“How will we eat?” she smirked, and he thought about it for a second.
“Order in?”
“With what money?”
“You said you had—”
“OK, well what about when that runs out?” she said, arching an eyebrow at him.
“—You’re a journalist, right?” he began, “You could still right pieces and stuff without leaving the house. Therefore, we have food.”
“And what are you going to do while I’m doing all this work?” she asked, and he thought about it briefly, before moving closer to her.
“Be there to help you relax,” he grinned, his lips nuzzling the base of her neck, soft kisses finding the spots he had already discovered over the course of the week, and searching for new ones, “Occasionally perform an odd job or two. Answer the door for the take out guy.”
She giggled as he rolled her onto her back, hands starting to wander all over her skin, “So basically do nothing,” she whispered, and he pulled back from her to give her a look.
“Well, if you wanna put it like that,” he said and she laughed.
Over the course of the week, they acted liked two giggly high school kids even though they knew that this would never work between them. They were too different, their jobs were practically mortal enemies of each other. It was just a fling while they were on vacation. They both knew that. But the minute Erica brought up that fact, Eric had began trying to come up with reasons that they could make it work, but they were so unrealistic that they would never work.
“Are you always the kid in your relationships?” she asked him later, as he’s lying on his stomach next to her. He nods quickly and she grins.
“They think it’s cute,” he stated.
“It is cute,” she agreed, playing with his hair. He pulled her closer, his arm snaking around her waist, and she takes a deep breath before continuing, “Probably gets frustrating though.”
“Contrary to popular belief, Erica, I can be serious,” he replied, “I’m not a kid all the time. Just when it’s fun.”
There was a bit of silence, before she spoke up again, “Why are you fighting for this Eric?” He ran a hand through his hair, thinking, seriously thinking, about the question she had asked him.
“I guess I don’t want to always be that guy,” he said, looking at her, “Life’s too short to just be fucking around, you know?”
“Yeah,” she replied, but then gave him a skeptical look, “So you decide to fight for this one?”
He laughed, “I like you. You’re smart. You actually have an opinion. You’re gonna kick Wolfe’s ass one of these days, which I really want to see. And you’re a good person. Despite the fact that you’re a pain in our ass half the time.”
“Despite the fact that I’m always going after the story, and always getting in your way, you think I’m a good person?” she frowned.
“Yeah,” he sighed, “You have good intentions. Even though sometimes you go about it the wrong way.”
She snaked her arm around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss, and when they parted, he gave her a grin. “Does this mean you’re considering the plan?”
She gave him a smile, but shook her head, “Nope. But good try.”
“I was serious.”
“I know,” she said, running her hands down his chest, “Good try anyway.”
“You seriously don’t think it would work?” he frowned, and she shook her head.
“We’re too different, Eric,” she sighed, “This was fun, but—in the long run. It wouldn’t work.”
“I guess so,” he sighed, defeated, and she glanced over at the clock.
“We still got a few hours till we have to check out,” she grinned, and he reciprocated, before leaning forward to kiss her.