stunt_muppet

Marisol Delko knew that there were a few things in life that she was entitled to. One of those was to have at least been kissed by her sixth date.

Not that she was complaining. After all, most of the other men she’d gone out with had been demanding sex by Date Number Three. But the trouble was, Horatio Caine wasn’t demanding anything. The most he’d ever done was touch her on the hand. Once. And she suspected even that was an accident. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to; she could tell that he was attracted to her. She saw it in the way he smiled at her when he thought she wasn't looking. But the man seemed to be allergic to making the first move.

In retrospect, she probably should have seen this coming when she had to browbeat him into going to her house for dinner.

And by this point, she could probably initiate something herself without worrying too much about whether or not he was ready for it.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was, there were certain things she expected a man to do for her by the sixth date, and one of them was give a kiss before he received one.

And Horatio was going to do that tonight. Whether he wanted to or not.