It's in Her Kiss [1-5/5] (Colby/OFC-Callie, PG-13)
Posted for the numb3rs100 Rewind Series for March: Countdown, Sweat, Uncertainty Reckless + Kiss...
Title: It's in Her Kiss
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: PG-13 (implied adult situations)
Word Count: 300 x 5
Summary: She was still his and she was going to help him...
Spoilers: 3.24 - The Janus List and 4.01 - Trust Metric.
Notes/Warnings: I was bored at work today so I thought I'd revisit one of my failed attempts at a complete Rewind Series. I'd originally posted this story here and today I cut out 219 words to officially make it fit the requirements for a drabble Rewind + 1. This idea started with a mental image given to me by my beta, julietm, involving a kiss and a key as well as Colby doing push ups. Um, YUMMY! The story is an alternate reality/universe with my OFC-Callie incorporated into The Janus List/Trust Metric plot. I'd ask your forgiveness for putting an OFC into the mix, but Callie made me do it. Blame her.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Sweat:
Four weeks inside this cell… alone. Solitary confinement was a blessing, he thought once more lowering his body to the floor - using only the strength in his arms and abdomen to steady the motion. Lower he moved until he could feel the cool dampness of the floor rising to his face and then he pushed himself upward again.
The stillness gave him time to think. He thought about what would happen next. He thought about every thing he’d sacrificed. It was too late to turn back now. He’d already lost every thing.
He’d lost her.
And the thought nearly crumpled him to the floor.
He’d been a selfish bastard thinking he could ever love her the way she deserved, knowing why he had come to LA. But, he’d not been able to stop himself. She consumed him from the very first moment. She… was all there was for him.
Images of her flashed across his mind and as the familiar pain in his chest began to settle in, he pushed himself harder until sweat was streaming down his face. The salt of it stung his eyes and still he pushed. He could feel every muscle in his body humming with the exertion and he pushed harder. He couldn’t let his heartache consume him. Not again. He needed clarity now. He needed focus.
And just when he thought his body could take no more, there was a sound outside the room - distracting him and causing him to let go of his resistance. His body fell against the cool concrete beneath him, rising and falling with his accelerated breathing.
With what strength he had, he looked up to see the door open and the familiar face of the guard staring back at him.
“It’s your lucky day, Granger. You’ve got a visitor.”
Uncertainty:
His pace was slow with handcuffs around his ankles and wrists. His mind was a whirlwind, wondering who this unexpected visitor could be. No one had been to see him. No one was supposed to see him… not for another week. That was the plan, but maybe things had changed.
The guard opened the door, making no move to enter. Colby looked on in confusion and was given nothing. “You’ve got five minutes,” was all he heard as the door closed behind him.
Colby hesitated before he turned around, expecting to see the tall rectangular build of a man he’d come to trust. Instead, he saw the delicious curves of a woman he’d long ago memorized… her thick red curls bundled at the nape of her neck, falling down between her shoulder blades.
“Cal?” he breathed, convinced that he was imagining things.
He watched her turn, his eyes scanning up her long legs and over perfect hips he loved to nibble just above her nearly non-existent tan line. His eyes moved with her, trailing over her toned abdomen and higher over her supple breasts. His mouth was going dry as he remembered the taste of her, the feel of her. Higher still he looked, over her neck… fixating on that sweet spot she loved for him to nip before he looked over her lips and then into her eyes, more dazzling now than ever.
He still couldn’t believe that she was there to see him so he made no move toward her, wanting to hold onto the vision for just a moment longer. Then she smiled, and he watched her take another step closer to him.
“I needed to see you before they transferred you,” she answered, sweetness in her voice that wasn’t there the last time she’d seen him.
Kiss:
“Cal… I’m sorry. I never meant…”
Her gentle fingertips pressing his lips silenced him and he closed his eyes against the touch.
“I know, Colby,” she answered, her body dangerously close to his. Her scent, her warmth… every thing about her radiated through him and he prayed again that he wasn’t dreaming.
He opened his eyes and found her still there, her eyes apologetic yet warm. When she looked to him again, she gave him no warning before her lips met his. She was gentle at first but as her body pressed him back against the wall, he sighed and she capitalized on his openness. His head was spinning with thoughts of her… the first time he’d kissed her, when he’d whispered he loved her, flashes of endless passion - in their bed, on the beach, in the Charger. He heard her laughter… listened as she said she loved him, she wanted him… and with every memory, he kissed her deeper in return.
Her tongue danced with his, allowing him to savor her taste - breathing in everything he could about this moment. Then he tasted warm metal as she slipped him a key and he groaned, kissing her more deeply than the moment before and grasping at her as best he could with his hands still cuffed.
She knew every thing… and she was still his.
With a gasp, his lips broke contact with hers - both breathing heavily after the exchange. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed and all the while she rested her forehead against his.
He breathed her in again, then whispered. “Tell me, Cal. Tell me it’s going to work.”
She didn’t need to speak. His reassurance was in her eyes and in her touch as her hand caressed his cheek. Every thing would be okay.
Countdown:
The second needle stung worse than the first. Worst of all, he couldn’t move though he desperately wanted to. But he wouldn’t give up. His Cal knew the truth. She would come to save him. He had only to wait… to hang on a little longer as the minutes counted down to when he’d see her again.
His thoughts of her kept him breathing as the drugs took full affect, feeling now as though he were drowning in air. He wouldn’t let it consume him. He refused for it to end like this. Instead, he focused his thoughts on the hours he and Callie spent in the ocean - underwater as the sea washed over them, kissing each other as they floated on the waves, making love as the water lapped at their bodies. This is what he remembered now. And it made the pain in his arms and chest and lungs seem far away… almost unrecognizable.
His Cal. She knew. She was still his. That was everything he needed, even as Lancer questioned him again. Resolve was in his eyes as he looked forward into the cold, unfeeling stare of his captor. This man would be dead before sunset… and Callie would be the one responsible. He almost smiled then, answering another question with a smart ass remark. He’d come too far… he’d give away nothing.
A third needle was in Lancer’s hand… this would be the one to kill him - to take him from his Cal forever… but not before he heard the sirens. Behind him there was commotion. There was panic. There was… his Cal. He couldn’t move to see but he knew she was there. He wanted to warn her… to protect her. His breath caught as gunfire sounded. Shouts… heat… And then every thing went black.
Reckless:
He opened his eyes, carefully at first sure that the act would cause him pain. But when he effortlessly accomplished the task, he blinked several times willing his eyes to focus. Beeps from monitors, white noise, stale air… he was in the hospital.
He breathed deeply, marveling over the freedom he felt in his lungs despite a continued tightness in his chest. The air gave him strength to move and with what energy he had, he raised his head from the hospital bed to look around.
Her hand was still in his, cool against his warmth… and then memory crashed down around him.
Her eyes were closed, her skin was pale. She was unconscious as he kept vigil next to her bed. The monitors beeping were his only indicator of her life, mingling with the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she took involuntarily breaths.
She’d come to save him and had almost died. The third needle meant for him carelessly found its way into her veins. How? He didn’t know. A stray bullet catching his shoulder together with the immobilizing drugs caused him to black out from the pain.
His shoulder was healing. The drugs were out of his system. And still she lay there unconscious before him.
He tightened his hand around hers, bringing it carefully to his lips and kissing the cool skin - somehow willing his warmth into her even as a heated tear fell against her wrist.
His Cal. She was still his… as long as she kept fighting. He wanted her to open her eyes, to let him see that reassurance she’d given him- to feel her hand against his cheek and know that every thing would be okay. He needed that now more than ever. He needed her… now, more than ever.
Title: It's in Her Kiss
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: PG-13 (implied adult situations)
Word Count: 300 x 5
Summary: She was still his and she was going to help him...
Spoilers: 3.24 - The Janus List and 4.01 - Trust Metric.
Notes/Warnings: I was bored at work today so I thought I'd revisit one of my failed attempts at a complete Rewind Series. I'd originally posted this story here and today I cut out 219 words to officially make it fit the requirements for a drabble Rewind + 1. This idea started with a mental image given to me by my beta, julietm, involving a kiss and a key as well as Colby doing push ups. Um, YUMMY! The story is an alternate reality/universe with my OFC-Callie incorporated into The Janus List/Trust Metric plot. I'd ask your forgiveness for putting an OFC into the mix, but Callie made me do it. Blame her.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Sweat:
Four weeks inside this cell… alone. Solitary confinement was a blessing, he thought once more lowering his body to the floor - using only the strength in his arms and abdomen to steady the motion. Lower he moved until he could feel the cool dampness of the floor rising to his face and then he pushed himself upward again.
The stillness gave him time to think. He thought about what would happen next. He thought about every thing he’d sacrificed. It was too late to turn back now. He’d already lost every thing.
He’d lost her.
And the thought nearly crumpled him to the floor.
He’d been a selfish bastard thinking he could ever love her the way she deserved, knowing why he had come to LA. But, he’d not been able to stop himself. She consumed him from the very first moment. She… was all there was for him.
Images of her flashed across his mind and as the familiar pain in his chest began to settle in, he pushed himself harder until sweat was streaming down his face. The salt of it stung his eyes and still he pushed. He could feel every muscle in his body humming with the exertion and he pushed harder. He couldn’t let his heartache consume him. Not again. He needed clarity now. He needed focus.
And just when he thought his body could take no more, there was a sound outside the room - distracting him and causing him to let go of his resistance. His body fell against the cool concrete beneath him, rising and falling with his accelerated breathing.
With what strength he had, he looked up to see the door open and the familiar face of the guard staring back at him.
“It’s your lucky day, Granger. You’ve got a visitor.”
Uncertainty:
His pace was slow with handcuffs around his ankles and wrists. His mind was a whirlwind, wondering who this unexpected visitor could be. No one had been to see him. No one was supposed to see him… not for another week. That was the plan, but maybe things had changed.
The guard opened the door, making no move to enter. Colby looked on in confusion and was given nothing. “You’ve got five minutes,” was all he heard as the door closed behind him.
Colby hesitated before he turned around, expecting to see the tall rectangular build of a man he’d come to trust. Instead, he saw the delicious curves of a woman he’d long ago memorized… her thick red curls bundled at the nape of her neck, falling down between her shoulder blades.
“Cal?” he breathed, convinced that he was imagining things.
He watched her turn, his eyes scanning up her long legs and over perfect hips he loved to nibble just above her nearly non-existent tan line. His eyes moved with her, trailing over her toned abdomen and higher over her supple breasts. His mouth was going dry as he remembered the taste of her, the feel of her. Higher still he looked, over her neck… fixating on that sweet spot she loved for him to nip before he looked over her lips and then into her eyes, more dazzling now than ever.
He still couldn’t believe that she was there to see him so he made no move toward her, wanting to hold onto the vision for just a moment longer. Then she smiled, and he watched her take another step closer to him.
“I needed to see you before they transferred you,” she answered, sweetness in her voice that wasn’t there the last time she’d seen him.
Kiss:
“Cal… I’m sorry. I never meant…”
Her gentle fingertips pressing his lips silenced him and he closed his eyes against the touch.
“I know, Colby,” she answered, her body dangerously close to his. Her scent, her warmth… every thing about her radiated through him and he prayed again that he wasn’t dreaming.
He opened his eyes and found her still there, her eyes apologetic yet warm. When she looked to him again, she gave him no warning before her lips met his. She was gentle at first but as her body pressed him back against the wall, he sighed and she capitalized on his openness. His head was spinning with thoughts of her… the first time he’d kissed her, when he’d whispered he loved her, flashes of endless passion - in their bed, on the beach, in the Charger. He heard her laughter… listened as she said she loved him, she wanted him… and with every memory, he kissed her deeper in return.
Her tongue danced with his, allowing him to savor her taste - breathing in everything he could about this moment. Then he tasted warm metal as she slipped him a key and he groaned, kissing her more deeply than the moment before and grasping at her as best he could with his hands still cuffed.
She knew every thing… and she was still his.
With a gasp, his lips broke contact with hers - both breathing heavily after the exchange. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed and all the while she rested her forehead against his.
He breathed her in again, then whispered. “Tell me, Cal. Tell me it’s going to work.”
She didn’t need to speak. His reassurance was in her eyes and in her touch as her hand caressed his cheek. Every thing would be okay.
Countdown:
The second needle stung worse than the first. Worst of all, he couldn’t move though he desperately wanted to. But he wouldn’t give up. His Cal knew the truth. She would come to save him. He had only to wait… to hang on a little longer as the minutes counted down to when he’d see her again.
His thoughts of her kept him breathing as the drugs took full affect, feeling now as though he were drowning in air. He wouldn’t let it consume him. He refused for it to end like this. Instead, he focused his thoughts on the hours he and Callie spent in the ocean - underwater as the sea washed over them, kissing each other as they floated on the waves, making love as the water lapped at their bodies. This is what he remembered now. And it made the pain in his arms and chest and lungs seem far away… almost unrecognizable.
His Cal. She knew. She was still his. That was everything he needed, even as Lancer questioned him again. Resolve was in his eyes as he looked forward into the cold, unfeeling stare of his captor. This man would be dead before sunset… and Callie would be the one responsible. He almost smiled then, answering another question with a smart ass remark. He’d come too far… he’d give away nothing.
A third needle was in Lancer’s hand… this would be the one to kill him - to take him from his Cal forever… but not before he heard the sirens. Behind him there was commotion. There was panic. There was… his Cal. He couldn’t move to see but he knew she was there. He wanted to warn her… to protect her. His breath caught as gunfire sounded. Shouts… heat… And then every thing went black.
Reckless:
He opened his eyes, carefully at first sure that the act would cause him pain. But when he effortlessly accomplished the task, he blinked several times willing his eyes to focus. Beeps from monitors, white noise, stale air… he was in the hospital.
He breathed deeply, marveling over the freedom he felt in his lungs despite a continued tightness in his chest. The air gave him strength to move and with what energy he had, he raised his head from the hospital bed to look around.
Her hand was still in his, cool against his warmth… and then memory crashed down around him.
Her eyes were closed, her skin was pale. She was unconscious as he kept vigil next to her bed. The monitors beeping were his only indicator of her life, mingling with the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she took involuntarily breaths.
She’d come to save him and had almost died. The third needle meant for him carelessly found its way into her veins. How? He didn’t know. A stray bullet catching his shoulder together with the immobilizing drugs caused him to black out from the pain.
His shoulder was healing. The drugs were out of his system. And still she lay there unconscious before him.
He tightened his hand around hers, bringing it carefully to his lips and kissing the cool skin - somehow willing his warmth into her even as a heated tear fell against her wrist.
His Cal. She was still his… as long as she kept fighting. He wanted her to open her eyes, to let him see that reassurance she’d given him- to feel her hand against his cheek and know that every thing would be okay. He needed that now more than ever. He needed her… now, more than ever.