A/N: For the few who enjoy HoratioMarisol… I give you fluff. A lot of gooey fluff!

DISCLAIMER: I own CSI: Miami... in my fantasies...

Marshmallow Fluff

He dropped the stick in the grill and cursed angrily under his breath. His hand had gotten burned at the whim of trying once again to get the s'more off of the stick from the fire. It was a cool day in Miami, the clouds casting an overpowering shadow across the land. The perfect day for a Memorial Day picnic, as such. Horatio Caine was never one for cook-outs, but Marisol Caine had insisted pleadingly that they attend her brother's famed barbeque. He relented and was making a fool out of himself for the fourth time.

Marisol laughed. "Off the grill, Horatio! Not on it!

"Oh, shut up!" he retorted, sticking his ring finger in his mouth. "Just because you're too scared to come near this blazing hot fire doesn't mean…"

Her eyes widened in mock anger. "Excuse me there!"

He walked over to the stick and grabbed another one from the bag. Eric Delko smiled. "That's the fourth one, H!"

"I didn't ask your opinion, did I, Eric?" he replied, making a mental note to stick a bag of ice on his hand when he got home. He stuck some marshmallows on top of one another on the stick and walked over to the grill, praying not to drop another one in the fire.

Marisol pulled out her bar of chocolate again, getting up and taking four crackers from the table. She walked up next to Eric, watching amusedly as Horatio attempted to crisp the fluffy food on both sides. "You do realize he's not doing a great job, right?" she whispered, giggling.

"Of course. H can fire a gun with his eyes closed and hit the perfect mark, but he can't cook worth squat," Eric replied, snickering.

"That's why I do the cooking," she replied.

Horatio walked up to them a couple moments later, holding the marshmallows in one hand on the stick, smiling. "Here. Open your mouth."

She blinked. "But what about..?"

"Open your mouth," he repeated.

She obliged willingly, suddenly finding her mouth full of gooey sweetness. She grinned, and…

"You totally stole my chocolate bar!" she screeched.

The next ten minutes took place around the yard as Horatio Caine was chased by his wife, Marisol Caine, as he ate and ran at the same time, never fearing the love he got from both his food and his wife.