Late: "L" Word Series [7/9] (Colby/OFC-Callie, PG-13)
Posted for the savecolby Free for All Challenge, October...
Title: Late ("L" Word Series, Part 7)
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie, Don
Rating: PG-13 (language, adult situations)
Word Count: 1472
Summary: There were consequences for their actions that day in the observation room.
Spoilers: none.
Notes/Warnings: I started with the desire to make a one shot, PWP. I ended up with a series. *head desk* Please see Author's Comments for more information. :)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
A quiet understanding passed between the two agents after the lilies. There no longer seemed to be a need for long conversations about what had happened, trying to rationalize what they were feeling… to explain it away until it meant nothing more than words. The tension between them had been relieved, physically by the tryst and mentally by the silent agreement to simply enjoy the memory. This was just something they shared, an office secret that Callie even dared to flirt with Colby about, whispering innuendos about the incident to him when no one else was looking. She enjoyed the way he blushed at first before he settled into the casual banter, giving her a wink or a growl in return. The air between them was friendly, laced with flirtation… but no more than what she had always shared with David even though it was different with Colby. She couldn’t explain it really. There was a familiarity there, one that went beyond the intimate moment they shared. It was as though the two simply found comfort in each other and the friendship they were building.
That was until almost three weeks passed since that morning in the observation room and Callie made her way into the office, visibly agitated and an hour late for work.
Don had learned early that when Callie Walker was upset, she had a five foot blast radius. Her anger or frustration emanated from her like the gravitational pull of a black hole and if you wanted to escape it alive, it was best to just leave her alone until she worked it out. He felt the force of her anxiety almost as soon as she stepped off the elevator and in that moment, he knew she needed her space and he would gladly give it to her. He merely gave her a nod when she met his gaze, letting her know he was glad she was there and that he didn’t question why she was late, before he turned in any direction opposite of the work space they shared.
Colby, however - being the new guy and having enjoyed nearly three blissful weeks of her charm and attention, was unaware of the blast radius of Callie Walker. He too immediately sensed the change in the air when she stepped off the elevator and he knew that something was wrong. Despite that, he knowingly walked into her personal space - leaning against the divider near her desk and trying to smile at her through the concern in his eyes before he asked, “Callie? Are you ok?”
Callie averted his gaze for a long moment, biting her lip as though she were suddenly fighting back tears… and then she shook her head. “No… no, Colby. I’m not ok.”
Instinctively, he took a step closer, wanting nothing more than to pull her into his arms as he watched her using the back of her hand to wipe at her cheek before she turned to look at him. “I um… I need to talk to you.”
His eyes let her know he was listening and she shook her head again. “Not here,” she sighed and nodded her head away from her desk.
She side stepped him around the divider and silently urged him to follow her before she took cautious steps through the office. She led him down the busy hallway until she came to the first open room which coincidently happened to be the same observation room they’d shared just weeks ago.
As he walked past her and into the room, she saw the concern for her deepen in those beautiful eyes of his before she closed the door - holding on to the handle for support as she leaned back into it and faced him.
“Callie… what… what’s wrong?” he asked, worry in his voice as he took a step closer to her.
She shook her head, stopping him in his tracks before she answered. “Colby, I…I’m late.”
She watched as he knit his brows in confusion a moment, then nearly smiling. “I know, Callie… but only like an hour. That’s not a big deal…”
“No… I mean, I’m late,” she emphasized, her tone even and heavy, holding his gaze.
Colby could only stare back at her, unblinking and more confused than a moment ago.
“I think… I um… well, I’m…,” she stammered, trying to swallow down enough courage to just admit what she had to say and then once again looking into his eyes. “I’m pregnant, Colby.”
She knew she didn’t have to say more in this room for Colby to know how it had happened and she watched as the color completely drained from his face.
“You… you’re… but I thought… but you… I…” he sputtered, his breath becoming more and more labored as he realized he needed to sit down, plopping into the nearest chair and bending his head between his knees to try to draw air into his lungs.
Callie could only stand there, leaning back against the door with her arms crossed as she let the reality of the situation swim around her… all the while, watching Colby.
He took several deep breaths before running his hand over his hair and looking up at her from where he sat. “I… I don’t know what to say Callie.”
“You don’t have to say anything Colby…”
“No… I do… I … I don’t know. I want to make this right… but… Jesus… I don’t know how…” he sighed, pressing his hands into his thighs as he stood - his eyes full of the apology he wanted to give her, yet knowing that simply wasn’t enough.
“There’s nothing you need to do Colby… I just… I thought you should know…” she paused. “I thought you should know that… I’m just messing with you,” she teased, her entire face suddenly erupting into a smile.
Again, she watched as Colby stood there stunned. “What?”
“I’m not pregnant. I couldn’t resist though…” she replied with a wink, her voice full of her laughter.
“Oh… this… this is a joke? Oh… you’re really funny Callie,” he said, finding it easier to breathe as his own smile grew. “You little…” he called out just before he lunged for her.
Callie let out a squeal before his hands caught her around the waist and once again she found herself pressed into the wall by the force of his lean, hard body against her own. It was different this time than the last, however. This time, there was intimacy without urgency - catching them both off guard as they laughed - staring silently at each other.
Colby’s face sobered as he watched her there, feeling her hands pressing into his chest as he held to her hips. “Are you… are you really ok, Cal?” he nearly whispered, his previous concern for her returning to his eyes.
Callie’s own smile softened as she nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I’m ok,” she sighed and even as she said the words, she leaned forward so that her forehead rested against his and she closed her eyes - just enjoying the way his body felt pressed against hers. She felt his thumbs running back and forth against her sides, having slipped just under her shirt to touch her skin, knowing he too had his eyes closed taking in this quiet moment.
“I hope you know that if something had happened, Callie… I…I would be there for you,” he quietly spoke, slightly pulling back from her.
She looked up into his eyes then and the sincerity there nearly stole her breath. “I know, Colby,” she breathed once more closing her eyes and leaning into him. “You’re a good man.”
There was another long quiet moment between them as he moved his lips to her forehead, kissing her gently and rubbing his lips across her skin, before she looked up at him again.
“Would you have dinner with me?” she asked before she could change her mind.
“I’d like that,” he answered, smiling and moving one hand away from her waist to brush her hair back from her face.
“Tonight? My place?” she began. “I’ll cook.”
His eyes slightly widened as he pulled back, curiously watching her with a grin.
“Yeah… that’s right. I cook. Do you want to eat or not?” she smiled, playfully shoving at him and instantly feeling his hand tighten at her waist to keep her as near to him as possible.
She watched his lips turn up into his casual sideways smile, all while he leaned closer to her - moving as though he would kiss her and then brushing his lips past her cheek until at her ear he rasped, “I’ll be there.”
She was sure he felt the quiver that ran through her before he pulled back, still smiling at her as he reluctantly let her go and moved to open the door.
<< Learning, Part 6 Letting Go, Part 8>>
Title: Late ("L" Word Series, Part 7)
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie, Don
Rating: PG-13 (language, adult situations)
Word Count: 1472
Summary: There were consequences for their actions that day in the observation room.
Spoilers: none.
Notes/Warnings: I started with the desire to make a one shot, PWP. I ended up with a series. *head desk* Please see Author's Comments for more information. :)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
A quiet understanding passed between the two agents after the lilies. There no longer seemed to be a need for long conversations about what had happened, trying to rationalize what they were feeling… to explain it away until it meant nothing more than words. The tension between them had been relieved, physically by the tryst and mentally by the silent agreement to simply enjoy the memory. This was just something they shared, an office secret that Callie even dared to flirt with Colby about, whispering innuendos about the incident to him when no one else was looking. She enjoyed the way he blushed at first before he settled into the casual banter, giving her a wink or a growl in return. The air between them was friendly, laced with flirtation… but no more than what she had always shared with David even though it was different with Colby. She couldn’t explain it really. There was a familiarity there, one that went beyond the intimate moment they shared. It was as though the two simply found comfort in each other and the friendship they were building.
That was until almost three weeks passed since that morning in the observation room and Callie made her way into the office, visibly agitated and an hour late for work.
Don had learned early that when Callie Walker was upset, she had a five foot blast radius. Her anger or frustration emanated from her like the gravitational pull of a black hole and if you wanted to escape it alive, it was best to just leave her alone until she worked it out. He felt the force of her anxiety almost as soon as she stepped off the elevator and in that moment, he knew she needed her space and he would gladly give it to her. He merely gave her a nod when she met his gaze, letting her know he was glad she was there and that he didn’t question why she was late, before he turned in any direction opposite of the work space they shared.
Colby, however - being the new guy and having enjoyed nearly three blissful weeks of her charm and attention, was unaware of the blast radius of Callie Walker. He too immediately sensed the change in the air when she stepped off the elevator and he knew that something was wrong. Despite that, he knowingly walked into her personal space - leaning against the divider near her desk and trying to smile at her through the concern in his eyes before he asked, “Callie? Are you ok?”
Callie averted his gaze for a long moment, biting her lip as though she were suddenly fighting back tears… and then she shook her head. “No… no, Colby. I’m not ok.”
Instinctively, he took a step closer, wanting nothing more than to pull her into his arms as he watched her using the back of her hand to wipe at her cheek before she turned to look at him. “I um… I need to talk to you.”
His eyes let her know he was listening and she shook her head again. “Not here,” she sighed and nodded her head away from her desk.
She side stepped him around the divider and silently urged him to follow her before she took cautious steps through the office. She led him down the busy hallway until she came to the first open room which coincidently happened to be the same observation room they’d shared just weeks ago.
As he walked past her and into the room, she saw the concern for her deepen in those beautiful eyes of his before she closed the door - holding on to the handle for support as she leaned back into it and faced him.
“Callie… what… what’s wrong?” he asked, worry in his voice as he took a step closer to her.
She shook her head, stopping him in his tracks before she answered. “Colby, I…I’m late.”
She watched as he knit his brows in confusion a moment, then nearly smiling. “I know, Callie… but only like an hour. That’s not a big deal…”
“No… I mean, I’m late,” she emphasized, her tone even and heavy, holding his gaze.
Colby could only stare back at her, unblinking and more confused than a moment ago.
“I think… I um… well, I’m…,” she stammered, trying to swallow down enough courage to just admit what she had to say and then once again looking into his eyes. “I’m pregnant, Colby.”
She knew she didn’t have to say more in this room for Colby to know how it had happened and she watched as the color completely drained from his face.
“You… you’re… but I thought… but you… I…” he sputtered, his breath becoming more and more labored as he realized he needed to sit down, plopping into the nearest chair and bending his head between his knees to try to draw air into his lungs.
Callie could only stand there, leaning back against the door with her arms crossed as she let the reality of the situation swim around her… all the while, watching Colby.
He took several deep breaths before running his hand over his hair and looking up at her from where he sat. “I… I don’t know what to say Callie.”
“You don’t have to say anything Colby…”
“No… I do… I … I don’t know. I want to make this right… but… Jesus… I don’t know how…” he sighed, pressing his hands into his thighs as he stood - his eyes full of the apology he wanted to give her, yet knowing that simply wasn’t enough.
“There’s nothing you need to do Colby… I just… I thought you should know…” she paused. “I thought you should know that… I’m just messing with you,” she teased, her entire face suddenly erupting into a smile.
Again, she watched as Colby stood there stunned. “What?”
“I’m not pregnant. I couldn’t resist though…” she replied with a wink, her voice full of her laughter.
“Oh… this… this is a joke? Oh… you’re really funny Callie,” he said, finding it easier to breathe as his own smile grew. “You little…” he called out just before he lunged for her.
Callie let out a squeal before his hands caught her around the waist and once again she found herself pressed into the wall by the force of his lean, hard body against her own. It was different this time than the last, however. This time, there was intimacy without urgency - catching them both off guard as they laughed - staring silently at each other.
Colby’s face sobered as he watched her there, feeling her hands pressing into his chest as he held to her hips. “Are you… are you really ok, Cal?” he nearly whispered, his previous concern for her returning to his eyes.
Callie’s own smile softened as she nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I’m ok,” she sighed and even as she said the words, she leaned forward so that her forehead rested against his and she closed her eyes - just enjoying the way his body felt pressed against hers. She felt his thumbs running back and forth against her sides, having slipped just under her shirt to touch her skin, knowing he too had his eyes closed taking in this quiet moment.
“I hope you know that if something had happened, Callie… I…I would be there for you,” he quietly spoke, slightly pulling back from her.
She looked up into his eyes then and the sincerity there nearly stole her breath. “I know, Colby,” she breathed once more closing her eyes and leaning into him. “You’re a good man.”
There was another long quiet moment between them as he moved his lips to her forehead, kissing her gently and rubbing his lips across her skin, before she looked up at him again.
“Would you have dinner with me?” she asked before she could change her mind.
“I’d like that,” he answered, smiling and moving one hand away from her waist to brush her hair back from her face.
“Tonight? My place?” she began. “I’ll cook.”
His eyes slightly widened as he pulled back, curiously watching her with a grin.
“Yeah… that’s right. I cook. Do you want to eat or not?” she smiled, playfully shoving at him and instantly feeling his hand tighten at her waist to keep her as near to him as possible.
She watched his lips turn up into his casual sideways smile, all while he leaned closer to her - moving as though he would kiss her and then brushing his lips past her cheek until at her ear he rasped, “I’ll be there.”
She was sure he felt the quiver that ran through her before he pulled back, still smiling at her as he reluctantly let her go and moved to open the door.
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