Breakfast: The Sparkling Series [9/33] (Colby/OFC-Callie, PG-13)
Originally posted 01.24.08 for the numb3rs100 prompt: Metamorphosis...
Title: Breakfast
Characters/Pairings: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: PG-13 (implied adult situations)
Word Count: 300
Summary: The last time he’d left with no regrets. This time he’d only regret not asking.
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: Part 9/33 in The Sparkling Series. Many thanks to my beta, julietm. Beware the schmoop.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
She was slowly being roused from sleep by gentle fingertips skimming down the bare skin of her arm, while tender lips nuzzled her hair. A raspy sleep-laden voice whispered her name and she instinctively moved into him.
“Callie…” he whispered again, groaning when she wiggled her firm body against his.
“Hmm?” The sound was tiny in his ears as he watched her clinging to sleep.
“I have to go.”
“Mmph,” she pouted, her nose crinkling as she lingered in the twilight between dreams and waking.
He couldn’t help smiling, watching as his fiery vixen disappeared with the night… leaving behind the softly glowing embers of a woman worth loving.
“Tell me something…” he breathed, his lips nipping at her ear.
“Mmm?”
“When can I see you again?” The last time he’d left with no regrets. This time he’d only regret not asking.
“Saturday,” she mumbled through lips that barely opened.
“Saturday… this time I’ll cook,” he grinned, whispering the words against her neck before kissing her there.
A tiny sound of intrigue escaped her before he added, “Don’t worry. You can still be... I mean, bring dessert.”
She was half asleep but he had to dodge the elbow that jutted back into him even as she smiled through her dreams.
He playfully kissed her cheek before slipping from the sheets. He slid on his jeans and gathered the rest of his clothes, watching as she turned over to snuggle the warm spot where he had slept. Her back became exposed to him as the sheet slipped lower over her, hugging the curve of her hip… her soft skin masked only by the bundle of thick red curls begging to have his hands in them. With this lasting image, he left the room - smiling and wishing it were already Saturday. [ original post]
<< Dessert, Part 8 Coffee, Part 10>>
Title: Breakfast
Characters/Pairings: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: PG-13 (implied adult situations)
Word Count: 300
Summary: The last time he’d left with no regrets. This time he’d only regret not asking.
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: Part 9/33 in The Sparkling Series. Many thanks to my beta, julietm. Beware the schmoop.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
She was slowly being roused from sleep by gentle fingertips skimming down the bare skin of her arm, while tender lips nuzzled her hair. A raspy sleep-laden voice whispered her name and she instinctively moved into him.
“Callie…” he whispered again, groaning when she wiggled her firm body against his.
“Hmm?” The sound was tiny in his ears as he watched her clinging to sleep.
“I have to go.”
“Mmph,” she pouted, her nose crinkling as she lingered in the twilight between dreams and waking.
He couldn’t help smiling, watching as his fiery vixen disappeared with the night… leaving behind the softly glowing embers of a woman worth loving.
“Tell me something…” he breathed, his lips nipping at her ear.
“Mmm?”
“When can I see you again?” The last time he’d left with no regrets. This time he’d only regret not asking.
“Saturday,” she mumbled through lips that barely opened.
“Saturday… this time I’ll cook,” he grinned, whispering the words against her neck before kissing her there.
A tiny sound of intrigue escaped her before he added, “Don’t worry. You can still be... I mean, bring dessert.”
She was half asleep but he had to dodge the elbow that jutted back into him even as she smiled through her dreams.
He playfully kissed her cheek before slipping from the sheets. He slid on his jeans and gathered the rest of his clothes, watching as she turned over to snuggle the warm spot where he had slept. Her back became exposed to him as the sheet slipped lower over her, hugging the curve of her hip… her soft skin masked only by the bundle of thick red curls begging to have his hands in them. With this lasting image, he left the room - smiling and wishing it were already Saturday. [ original post]
<< Dessert, Part 8 Coffee, Part 10>>