Fixed [8/9] (Colby/OFC-Callie, PG-13)
Originally posted to mustangcandi and shared 11.21.07 through savecolby...
Title: Fixed, Part VIII of IX
Characters/Pairings: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: PG-13 (implied nudity and adult situations)
Word Count: 758
Summary: She was his home...and if he were truly lucky - she always would be.
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: The eighth part of the follow up series to Broken. I wrote all 9 "Fixed" pieces after 3.24 - The Janus List but before 4.01 - Trust Metric to resolve my issues with the situation so I could sleep at night. Any similarities between this and Trust Metric are PURELY coincidental...no credit is meant to have been taken or earned from this fan fic. It was all for my own personal therapy. Beware the schmoop.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
A soft, slow smiled crossed her face even though she wasn’t quite awake yet. She was still twilighting between dream and waking - but even here, she felt the warmth of the body stretched out behind her. He was there. Just as she had wanted him to be so many mornings, he was there. Her body instinctively moved, stretching languidly as the cool sheets brushed over her skin before she snuggled herself further back against him, needing his warmth…wanting to absorb every delicious inch of his skin against hers.
He’d been watching her sleep - too afraid to close his eyes for fear he’d wake up and find that it had all been a dream. But as her body wiggled back against him, he let out a soft moan - loving the way her curves fit so perfectly against his own…knowing he’d missed this, he’d missed her. As she furrowed herself further against him, his own need to be close to her awoke within him. His leg moved to wrap about hers, drawing her closer even as the arm that was tucked under her neck curled around her to take hold of her shoulder and the arm about her waist tightened. He was pulling her in, completely encasing her within his clutches and completely content to do so.
Callie felt his tender lips gently brushing over the bare skin of her shoulder and she sighed contentedly just before she moved to turn in his arms.
“Good morning,” she breathed without even opening her eyes as she buried her head against his chest, threading her legs into his as her arms slipped around him to encase him.
“It certainly is,” came his love worn and sleep deprived reply. He could feel her smiling against him as she enjoyed the sound of his voice in the quiet room and he moved to kiss the top of her head, tightening his all encompassing embrace.
He closed his eyes as he enjoyed this quiet moment between them…the sound of her even breathing as she continued to float between sleeping and being awake, the ocean crashing distantly outside the windows, his own heart beating to match hers as he held her against him. God, he had missed this…he thought taking a deep breath before finally letting himself relax against her.
Just as it seemed he would finally drift into sleep, her voice once more broke the quiet in the room. “Colby?”
“Yeah baby?” he breathed, still not opening his eyes.
“I want you to go back to David’s.”
Had she thrown him into the wintry waters of the Pacific just outside their door, it would have come as less of a shock to him than her words. His eyes immediately came open and for the moment, it seemed his heart had stopped beating…while his breath held in his throat. What had he done? What had made her change her mind? Had they not talked long into the night about what had happened…about what they both wanted…about how they would work on this together? Had they not made love…slowly… nearly until the day broke the horizon before they finally let their bodies rest?
When it seemed he’d stopped breathing, Callie instantly looked up into his face and realized in her sleep laden haze, she’d not completely finished her sentence. “I want you to go back to David’s and get your things,” she sighed and would have giggled at the instant relief that washed over his entire body had she not felt guilty for scaring him in the first place.
Even though her words jump started his heart once more, allowing him to take a deep breath as every muscle in his body once again relaxed beside her, he looked at her unblinking. He wasn’t exactly sure what she was saying and he didn’t want to make any assumptions. The last thing he wanted right now was another scare like she’d just given him.
When he still didn’t say anything, Callie readjusted her length beside him - moving them so her weight more fully pressed him into the bed so that she could look down into his eyes. “Colby, whatever it is we have to work on…whatever we still need to fix, I want to work on it with you here…with me…at home.”
“At home,” he repeated finally affording himself a smile…knowing he was home. Not just in this house, but with her…she was his home - and if he was truly lucky, she always would be. [ original post]
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Title: Fixed, Part VIII of IX
Characters/Pairings: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: PG-13 (implied nudity and adult situations)
Word Count: 758
Summary: She was his home...and if he were truly lucky - she always would be.
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: The eighth part of the follow up series to Broken. I wrote all 9 "Fixed" pieces after 3.24 - The Janus List but before 4.01 - Trust Metric to resolve my issues with the situation so I could sleep at night. Any similarities between this and Trust Metric are PURELY coincidental...no credit is meant to have been taken or earned from this fan fic. It was all for my own personal therapy. Beware the schmoop.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
A soft, slow smiled crossed her face even though she wasn’t quite awake yet. She was still twilighting between dream and waking - but even here, she felt the warmth of the body stretched out behind her. He was there. Just as she had wanted him to be so many mornings, he was there. Her body instinctively moved, stretching languidly as the cool sheets brushed over her skin before she snuggled herself further back against him, needing his warmth…wanting to absorb every delicious inch of his skin against hers.
He’d been watching her sleep - too afraid to close his eyes for fear he’d wake up and find that it had all been a dream. But as her body wiggled back against him, he let out a soft moan - loving the way her curves fit so perfectly against his own…knowing he’d missed this, he’d missed her. As she furrowed herself further against him, his own need to be close to her awoke within him. His leg moved to wrap about hers, drawing her closer even as the arm that was tucked under her neck curled around her to take hold of her shoulder and the arm about her waist tightened. He was pulling her in, completely encasing her within his clutches and completely content to do so.
Callie felt his tender lips gently brushing over the bare skin of her shoulder and she sighed contentedly just before she moved to turn in his arms.
“Good morning,” she breathed without even opening her eyes as she buried her head against his chest, threading her legs into his as her arms slipped around him to encase him.
“It certainly is,” came his love worn and sleep deprived reply. He could feel her smiling against him as she enjoyed the sound of his voice in the quiet room and he moved to kiss the top of her head, tightening his all encompassing embrace.
He closed his eyes as he enjoyed this quiet moment between them…the sound of her even breathing as she continued to float between sleeping and being awake, the ocean crashing distantly outside the windows, his own heart beating to match hers as he held her against him. God, he had missed this…he thought taking a deep breath before finally letting himself relax against her.
Just as it seemed he would finally drift into sleep, her voice once more broke the quiet in the room. “Colby?”
“Yeah baby?” he breathed, still not opening his eyes.
“I want you to go back to David’s.”
Had she thrown him into the wintry waters of the Pacific just outside their door, it would have come as less of a shock to him than her words. His eyes immediately came open and for the moment, it seemed his heart had stopped beating…while his breath held in his throat. What had he done? What had made her change her mind? Had they not talked long into the night about what had happened…about what they both wanted…about how they would work on this together? Had they not made love…slowly… nearly until the day broke the horizon before they finally let their bodies rest?
When it seemed he’d stopped breathing, Callie instantly looked up into his face and realized in her sleep laden haze, she’d not completely finished her sentence. “I want you to go back to David’s and get your things,” she sighed and would have giggled at the instant relief that washed over his entire body had she not felt guilty for scaring him in the first place.
Even though her words jump started his heart once more, allowing him to take a deep breath as every muscle in his body once again relaxed beside her, he looked at her unblinking. He wasn’t exactly sure what she was saying and he didn’t want to make any assumptions. The last thing he wanted right now was another scare like she’d just given him.
When he still didn’t say anything, Callie readjusted her length beside him - moving them so her weight more fully pressed him into the bed so that she could look down into his eyes. “Colby, whatever it is we have to work on…whatever we still need to fix, I want to work on it with you here…with me…at home.”
“At home,” he repeated finally affording himself a smile…knowing he was home. Not just in this house, but with her…she was his home - and if he was truly lucky, she always would be. [ original post]
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