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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-17 10:16 pm
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Eric/Erica - So Much For Platonic
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Title: So Much for Platonic
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
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psych_30 Prompt: 22. Libido
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: It was supposed to be just dinner.
Author's Note: Part of Miami Sun series. Also used the prompt Eric Delko / Erica Sikes / tangled up. Takes place directly after "Back in Miami."
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:Miami. They're owned by CBS.
Erica was trying to relax and enjoy herself, but she was finding it harder than she had anticipated. She thought that she could handle it, and that there had been enough of a distance between them that things would have changed, but she was wrong. Very wrong.
It was his hands mostly. She loved those hands. They were very nice hands. Nice and big, and he was good with them. He knew how to use them, and they always seemed to know the perfect places to go with them. She kept glancing out from behind the menu to where his were resting on the table next to them as he went over his own menu, head bowed in concentration. She watched him as he pressed against the back of his fingers, absentmindedly cracking his knuckles.
She knew that this would happen. She knew that her brain would go into overdrive, thinking of the things that they could be doing instead of sitting here, waiting to eat something. Those hands could be put to a lot better use right about now, if thter were someone a bit more—private— and, in her opinion, doing something a lot more fun.
—Platonic, Erica. This is supposed to be platonic—
The waiter came and took their order, and she blinked quickly, banishing any thoughts that were going to get in the way of her enjoying a platonic evening with a friend. She watched as Eric leaned back in his seat. “So,” he began, “How’s New York?”
“It’s alright,” she replied, “The detectives up there like me just about as much as you do here.”
“Driving them crazy?”
“Would you expect anything less?”
Eric laughed, “No, I wouldn’t. In fact, if I thought you could be worse, I was wishing it on them.” She gave him look, before it melted into a smile.
“How bout you? There’s a vicious rumor circling that you and Boa Vista are back on.”
“Why are you up on the lab gossip?” Eric asked, giving her a look, “You live in the city.”
“I have my sources,” she replied, hoping the hesitation wasn’t in her voice. She knew she shouldn’t be upset over whether or not there was still something between him and Boa Vista, after all, there wasn’t really anything between herself and Eric. But then was still that gnawing feeling when he didn’t answer the question directly right away.
“It’s not true,” Eric replied, “Her ex just won’t leave her alone.”
“So you’ve been coming to her rescue?”
“Somethng liked that,” he sighed, “The guy’s an asshole.”
“So I’ve heard,” Erica replied, settling back into her own chair, as well as starting to study him again. Her eyes changed focus from his hands to his chest and arms, remembering the way those strong swimmer arms had felt around her, and his chest pressed against her, skin on skin, pinning her to the mattress—or the wall—or wherever, for that matter. Flashes passed through her mind of her peeling off whatever shirt he’d had on at the time—if there was one on at all—and running her fingers down that chest over the ripples of his abs and—
Her day dream was interrupted by the arrival of the waiter with their food, and Eric arched an eyebrow in her direction. “Day dream much?”
“Sorry,” she shook her head, turning her focus on her food instead of the man across from her, and they fell into an easy dinner conversation. But that still didn’t fully do it’s job of keeping her mind off him, because now her focus was drawn to his lips and that was a danger in itself.
Jesus, what’s wrong with you today? she swore to herself. She usually never had sex on the brain like this. But as they finished most of her food, she knew their chance of having a nice platonic evening was shot, because if the glances Eric was stealing her way as they ate were any indication, he was thinking the same thing.
He sat up, pushing his plate away from him slight, and took a deep breath, “You wanna get out of here?”
YES! “I was hoping you would ask.”
His hand was in the air the second she opened her mouth to signal for the check.
***
“So much for platonic,” he whispered to her, as they lay tangled up in his sheets, staring up at the ceiling, and she laughed slightly, before speaking.
“This was such a bad idea,” she whispered, curling up into her shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her waist. The position was a familiar one, and it was comfortable. There was nothing awkward about this, and it frightened the hell out of her.
“Everything we do seems to be a bad idea,” he commented, still watching the ceiling.
“That’s cuz it usually is,” she commented, pressing a kiss to his cheek, before getting up and starting to leave.
“Erica,” he murmured, reaching for her wrist, a failing attempt to protest her leaving.
“Don’t,” she sighed, as she pulled on scattered clothing, before pinning her hair, which was now a mess, thanks to him, back out of her face.
“You don’t have to leave,” he replied, sitting up, “I don’t mind if you stay.”
“I’m going to have to leave eventually, Eric,” she stated softly, sitting on the bed so that she was facing him.
“That’s weeks away.”
“It’s still going to happen.” He gave her a look of resignation, and she gave his hand a squeeze. “It was good seeing you again. I really didn’t mean for it to end up like—”
“—Like this, I know,” he replied, “Just go.” She knew he wasn’t mad at her, he was mad at himself, and at the world in general right now, but the words stung nonetheless. But she wasn’t going to stick around if he didn’t want her there. As silently as possible, she got up, and left, shutting the bedroom door behind her.
Eric flopped back into the pillows and wondered what in hell he was doing. There was no future for him and Erica. There wasn’t really destined to be a happily ever after. Yet, somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew that there was something about her and him together that just worked. And he liked that. And he liked that for once, something was going right for him instead of falling apart.
But then again, he heard her car pull away, and he knew that he wasn’t necessarily that lucky. Not even close.
Title: So Much for Platonic
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
psych_30 Prompt: 22. LibidoContent Warning: N/A
Summary: It was supposed to be just dinner.
Author's Note: Part of Miami Sun series. Also used the prompt Eric Delko / Erica Sikes / tangled up. Takes place directly after "Back in Miami."
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:Miami. They're owned by CBS.
Erica was trying to relax and enjoy herself, but she was finding it harder than she had anticipated. She thought that she could handle it, and that there had been enough of a distance between them that things would have changed, but she was wrong. Very wrong.
It was his hands mostly. She loved those hands. They were very nice hands. Nice and big, and he was good with them. He knew how to use them, and they always seemed to know the perfect places to go with them. She kept glancing out from behind the menu to where his were resting on the table next to them as he went over his own menu, head bowed in concentration. She watched him as he pressed against the back of his fingers, absentmindedly cracking his knuckles.
She knew that this would happen. She knew that her brain would go into overdrive, thinking of the things that they could be doing instead of sitting here, waiting to eat something. Those hands could be put to a lot better use right about now, if thter were someone a bit more—private— and, in her opinion, doing something a lot more fun.
—Platonic, Erica. This is supposed to be platonic—
The waiter came and took their order, and she blinked quickly, banishing any thoughts that were going to get in the way of her enjoying a platonic evening with a friend. She watched as Eric leaned back in his seat. “So,” he began, “How’s New York?”
“It’s alright,” she replied, “The detectives up there like me just about as much as you do here.”
“Driving them crazy?”
“Would you expect anything less?”
Eric laughed, “No, I wouldn’t. In fact, if I thought you could be worse, I was wishing it on them.” She gave him look, before it melted into a smile.
“How bout you? There’s a vicious rumor circling that you and Boa Vista are back on.”
“Why are you up on the lab gossip?” Eric asked, giving her a look, “You live in the city.”
“I have my sources,” she replied, hoping the hesitation wasn’t in her voice. She knew she shouldn’t be upset over whether or not there was still something between him and Boa Vista, after all, there wasn’t really anything between herself and Eric. But then was still that gnawing feeling when he didn’t answer the question directly right away.
“It’s not true,” Eric replied, “Her ex just won’t leave her alone.”
“So you’ve been coming to her rescue?”
“Somethng liked that,” he sighed, “The guy’s an asshole.”
“So I’ve heard,” Erica replied, settling back into her own chair, as well as starting to study him again. Her eyes changed focus from his hands to his chest and arms, remembering the way those strong swimmer arms had felt around her, and his chest pressed against her, skin on skin, pinning her to the mattress—or the wall—or wherever, for that matter. Flashes passed through her mind of her peeling off whatever shirt he’d had on at the time—if there was one on at all—and running her fingers down that chest over the ripples of his abs and—
Her day dream was interrupted by the arrival of the waiter with their food, and Eric arched an eyebrow in her direction. “Day dream much?”
“Sorry,” she shook her head, turning her focus on her food instead of the man across from her, and they fell into an easy dinner conversation. But that still didn’t fully do it’s job of keeping her mind off him, because now her focus was drawn to his lips and that was a danger in itself.
Jesus, what’s wrong with you today? she swore to herself. She usually never had sex on the brain like this. But as they finished most of her food, she knew their chance of having a nice platonic evening was shot, because if the glances Eric was stealing her way as they ate were any indication, he was thinking the same thing.
He sat up, pushing his plate away from him slight, and took a deep breath, “You wanna get out of here?”
YES! “I was hoping you would ask.”
His hand was in the air the second she opened her mouth to signal for the check.
***
“So much for platonic,” he whispered to her, as they lay tangled up in his sheets, staring up at the ceiling, and she laughed slightly, before speaking.
“This was such a bad idea,” she whispered, curling up into her shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her waist. The position was a familiar one, and it was comfortable. There was nothing awkward about this, and it frightened the hell out of her.
“Everything we do seems to be a bad idea,” he commented, still watching the ceiling.
“That’s cuz it usually is,” she commented, pressing a kiss to his cheek, before getting up and starting to leave.
“Erica,” he murmured, reaching for her wrist, a failing attempt to protest her leaving.
“Don’t,” she sighed, as she pulled on scattered clothing, before pinning her hair, which was now a mess, thanks to him, back out of her face.
“You don’t have to leave,” he replied, sitting up, “I don’t mind if you stay.”
“I’m going to have to leave eventually, Eric,” she stated softly, sitting on the bed so that she was facing him.
“That’s weeks away.”
“It’s still going to happen.” He gave her a look of resignation, and she gave his hand a squeeze. “It was good seeing you again. I really didn’t mean for it to end up like—”
“—Like this, I know,” he replied, “Just go.” She knew he wasn’t mad at her, he was mad at himself, and at the world in general right now, but the words stung nonetheless. But she wasn’t going to stick around if he didn’t want her there. As silently as possible, she got up, and left, shutting the bedroom door behind her.
Eric flopped back into the pillows and wondered what in hell he was doing. There was no future for him and Erica. There wasn’t really destined to be a happily ever after. Yet, somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew that there was something about her and him together that just worked. And he liked that. And he liked that for once, something was going right for him instead of falling apart.
But then again, he heard her car pull away, and he knew that he wasn’t necessarily that lucky. Not even close.
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