DISCLAIMER: CSI Miami and its characters are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
SPOILERS: Tiny mention of Kill Zone, blink and you’ll miss it.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Fulfillment
By racethewind10
Calleigh Duquesne was watching a scene that was, quite literally, straight from her fantasies.
She remembered the exact moment this particular vision had first teased her imagination. It was almost two months ago to the day, in fact. The woman standing in front of her had just shyly invited Calleigh to dinner, and the blonde detective was looking forward to Friday.
She had entered the firing range of the MDPD crime lab to run rifling tests, only to be struck by a visceral image of her friend and fellow CSI, Natalia Boa Vista, and what she might look like at this moment.
Pulling herself back to the present, Calleigh could only smile.
The reality is so much better
The two women were alone on the remote outdoor shooting range owned by an ex- of Calleigh's; an ex Marine corps sniper who now ran the place and taught both civilians and law enforcement. She had approached him to ask for some private range time and he had just smiled and given her a date, calling it an early/late birthday present.
So Calleigh stood, reveling in the sun, the sound of gunfire, and the sight before her. Natalia stood in the shooting lane, her chocolate eyes now covered by sunglasses as the sun cast warm highlights in her caramel colored hair. The gentle breeze teased through a few loose strands of said hair before moving on to caress Calleigh's face – carrying with it the subtle hint of Natalia's perfume.
The younger CSI held herself in classic shooting stance: lean legs spread shoulder width apart, shoulders squared, and arms thrust straight out in front of her. A snug white blouse and tan slacks accented her bronzed skin and hugged the sensual curves of Natalia's body. Calleigh licked her suddenly dry lips as she watched the taller woman fire off a clip in steady, measured rounds.
The kick of the gun caused the coil of sinew underneath sun-kissed skin, and Calleigh could smell the sharp tang of gunpowder in the breeze, tickling her senses.
Natalia's breathing was even and steady; the slight rise and fall of her breasts in time with the gentle, measured squeeze of the trigger. Calleigh had paired the woman with a classic Glock 9mm - slightly larger than the blonde's own Lady Smith and Wesson - but fitting the taller woman's hand beautifully and her long fingers cradled the weapon with ease and comfort. Natalia practically oozed confidence as she stood there, her entire focus on the target in front of her.
The sight was enough to dry the blonde's throat and speed her heart rate. It was only too easy to imagine the feeling of stepping up and running her hands along Natalia's toned arms; feeling the softness and yield of their bodies pressed together; what the taller woman would taste like and the soft moan she might give if Calleigh just ran her tongue along….
Biting her lip hard, and trying desperately to ignore the sudden fire of arousal that swept through her blood and created a deep ache between her legs, Calleigh forced her gaze away from her student. Walking forward a few steps, the blonde looked down the lane to gage her protégé's progress.
Despite a marked reluctance to start training with a firearm, once over her initial discomfort, Natalia had taken to the gun like coming home, and her skill was improving rapidly. Smiling in pride, Calleigh watched the proof of that skill steadily obliterate the center of the paper target.
Natalia still had a great deal to learn, especially about moving targets, but the beautiful CSI was close to getting her certification to carry in the field, and loving every minute of it.
The first time she had emptied an entire clip into the center of the target was a memory Calleigh held onto with particular fondness.
Though, not so much for the shooting as what happened afterward.
The heat the memory stirred in her even now was searing, and Calleigh felt her self control slipping.
Thankfully, at that moment, Natalia fired the last round off, checked the weapon and placed it on the steel frame of the shooting lane.
Just as she was about to turn around, Calleigh's control snapped and she gave into temptation. Pressing herself along Natalia's back, she smoothed her hands along the satin skin of Natalia's arms and back, down her shoulders and along her ribcage before wrapping one arm tightly around her. With her other hand, Calleigh teased along the hem of Natalia's shirt, dipping her fingers under the cotton to stroke the quivering skin beneath.
As her hand moved farther up Natalia's body, Calleigh traced her lips along the shell of Natalia's ear, causing the now trembling woman to moan softly and tip her head back to Calleigh's shoulder. Using her improved access, the blonde gently attached her lips to the throbbing pulse point in Natalia's throat and suckled, grinning when it made the woman gasp and arch her back. This was all the excuse Calleigh needed to cup Natalia's full breast through the satin material of her bra and sweep a thumb over an aching nipple.
"Calleigh…" Natalia gasped, and suddenly the blonde found herself pinned to the shooting box, Natalia's thigh between her legs and her lips on her own. Opening her mouth, Calleigh received a hot, questing tongue that she welcomed with abandon, drinking down the taste of Natalia.
The tables were further turned when Calleigh felt slender fingers working her belt loose and skimming through damp curls. Unable to stop, she bucked her hips forward, making a sound that she never would have thought possible in her need.
She was lifted onto the sun-warmed metal of the shooting box where only her grip on Natalia's slim shoulders kept her upright. The tanned woman was kissing her way down Calleigh's neck and along the scooped neckline of her blouse, all while teasing her with maddeningly gentle strokes across swollen, need-slick flesh.
Now it was Calleigh's turn to beg, "Natalia, please," she gasped, breathless.
Her lover chuckled against her skin and Calleigh was rewarded when Natalia thrust into her, hard and deep. The sensation was almost to the point of pain, but Calleigh was so wet that it never crossed that excruciating edge.
Throwing her head back and spreading trembling thighs the detective gripped the hard metal of the shooting box, thrusting her hips against Natalia's hand. She was gone, lost to everything but the sensation of skilled fingers buried and moving deep inside her, seeking and finding all the places that shot pleasure ricocheting through her body.
She was close, teetering on the edge, and with a searing kiss and a hard press of her clit, Natalia sent Calleigh crashing into her orgasm, her muscles contracting around her lover's fingers and a cry tearing from her throat.
Slowing her movements, Natalia fluttered her fingers and drew the last tremors from Calleigh's body before slowly and reluctantly withdrawing her hand from her lover's warmth. Drawing the spent woman into her arms to rest her head on Natalia's shoulder, she kissed the top of a golden head.
Calleigh could only chuckle weakly, still struggling to calm her heart.
"You know, I thought I was supposed to be seducing you?"
Natalia grinned back and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.
"That's a thank you for teaching me to shoot."
Slowly regaining her equilibrium, Calleigh looked around at the deserted area before coming back to the liquid chocolate gaze of the woman she loved.
Reaching in to gently taste full lips, Calleigh cupped Natalia's flushed cheeks and smiled wickedly.
"I think we need to continue this conversation somewhere else detective Boa Vista."
Calleigh watched as Natalia's eyes turned, if possible, even darker and she licked her lips.
"I think that's an excellent idea detective Duquesne," she rasped hoarsely.
Kissing her lover again, Calleigh eased down from the shooting box and straightened her clothing. Natalia re-holstered her Glock and together the two women walked toward the car, and home
The End