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Annabel sipped her coffee as she watched the sunrise. She smiled into her cup as she heard the door slide open and closed and felt Horatio come up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him. Horatio rested his chin on her head and rocked her back and forth.

"I would have thought that you would take advantage of us both having a day off. Instead I find you out here drinking coffee."

Annabel chuckled. She set her coffee cup down and turned in Horatio's arms. She grinned up at him and slid her hands up his chest and linked her fingers behind his neck. "I do believe you are pouting, Love."

Horatio's lips twitched. "I don't pout, Bella."

Annabel traced a finger over his lips. She ran her finger back and forth over his lower lip. Her smile widened as his eyes darkened. "Yes, definitely pouting." She pushed him away, picked up her coffee and started sipping again. Her eyes sparkled. She watched Horatio over the edge of her mug. He stepped toward her. She stepped back, bumping into the balcony rail. Horatio took the mug out of her hands and set it on the edge of the balcony with a hard thunk. "Careful. You're gonna break it." She reached out for the mug. Horatio grabbed her hand.

"I don't really care about the mug, Bella." His voice was low and tight.

Annabel raised an eyebrow. "Oh. You don't, do you?" She ran the fingers of her free hand along the top of his sleep pants. She watched the muscles of his stomach clench. Her fingers slid under the waistband. "And what do you care about, Horatio?" She ran her fingers back and traced his hipbone.

"Bella..." Her name came out on a raspy whisper. His hand tightened around hers.

"You were asleep. You didn't really expect me just to take advantage of you in your sleep, did you, Horatio?" Annabel slid her hand farther back across Horatio's warm skin.

"I...I am very awake now, Bella."

Annabel smiled and ran her tongue over the edge of her teeth. She didn't meet his eyes. "I do believe I noticed that." She ran her fingers feather light over Horatio's skin. She tried to flex the fingers he held. "Horatio, you're hurting my fingers." He released them. Annabel rested one hand on Horatio's hip. She ran the other one from the top of his pajama pants up his stomach, across his chest and along his collarbone and shoulder, watching the path her fingers took and how Horatio struggled to stay still. She looked up at her husband and grinned at the fire she saw burning in his eyes. "I do believe that you mentioned something about taking advantage."

Horatio swallowed, his throat dry. "That...that would imply a certain unwillingness."

Annabel nodded. "That it would." She grinned wickedly and toyed with the hair above his ear. She stood on tiptoe and kissed his ear. "And I am far from unwilling, Love," she whispered. That pushed him over the edge of control. He pulled Annabel hard against him and kissed her fiercely.

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Horatio cuddled Annabel against his chest, listening to her soft breathing and enjoying the feel of her skin against his. He smiled. stretched slightly and flexed his toes. Annabel shifted closer and sighed contentedly in her sleep. Horatio felt a reaction to the shift in pressure against his body. He chuckled slightly and ran his hand down her side and over her hip.

"You're not asleep." Horatio was surprised to hear her voice.

"Neither are you."

"I was. What are you finding so amusing?" Annabel ran her hand across his skin. "Oh, not so much... amusing." She stroked her hand up and down. Horatio groaned and she felt his hips rise and fall. Annabel grinned and shifted to watch her hand movements.

"Bella..." Horatio's voice rumbled under her ear. Annabel licked her lips. She turned her head and ran her tongue over his skin. "Dear God, Bella..." The shrill ring of Horatio's cell phone broke the haze.

"We're off today," growled Annabel. Horatio shifted, but she refused to release him. The phone continued to ring. Horatio placed his hand over hers to still it. "You...are...not...going...to ...answer...that..."

Horatio sighed in frustration. "I don't want to."

"Then don't." Horatio carefully peeled her hand away. The phone stopped. Annabel grinned triumphantly. It started again. Annabel growled fiercely, climbed off the bed, found the phone and flipped it open. "What?"

"Annie? Where's Horatio? Did I dial the wrong number?" Ryan stammered.

Annabel looked over at Horatio who was holding his hand out. She just scowled at him. "You do know that he isn't scheduled for today, right? We..." Horatio tilted his head. Annabel sighed and tossed him the phone. "It's Ryan." She turned and strode from the room. Horatio watched her leave and considered, for just a moment, shutting the phone.

Horatio picked it up instead. "Mr. Wolfe."

"H, I'm sorry. I know it's your day off. Annie sounded pretty pissed."

"I would agree that you are not my wife's favorite person right now."

"I'm sorry."

"You said that already, Mr. Wolfe. So why did you interrupt...my day off."

Ryan sighed. "I didn't want to bug you, but Eric still down..."

"What do you need, Mr. Wolfe?" prompted Horatio. Ryan finally spit out the details of what he needed. "OK. Let Calleigh know I'm on my way. I'll meet her on scene."

"Thanks, H. I really am sorry."

"You'll need to work that out with Annable, Mr. Wolfe. I will talk to you later." Horatio snapped the phone shut. He stared up at the ceiling briefly before getting out of bed and heading for a quick, cold shower.

Horatio came out of the bedroom, buttoning his shirt. Annabel sat in a chair, wearing the shirt she had peeled off him last night, her feel curled under her. He gave her a half smile.

"I'm sorry, Bella."

Annabel gave him an answering half smile. "Just let Ryan know I plan to kill him."

He grinned at her. "You really shouldn't tell me that. You'll be the prime suspect when he turns up dead."

"Who says you'll find the body?"

"I always find the body." Annabel laughed. She stood up and gave Horatio a hug. He hugged her back, running his hands down her body. He groaned slightly when he realized she only had his shirt on. "I may beat you to killing Mr. Wolfe."

Annabel smiled up at him. "Then you would be the prime suspect."

He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "It might be worth it." She laughed and pushed him away.

"Go. The sooner you get done, the sooner you can come back."

Horatio headed out. He turned back just when he got to the door. Horatio looked at the floor and then back up at Annabel through his lashes. "Would it be too much to hope you'll be dressed like that when I get home?"

Annabel grinned. "We shall see. Go on now."

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