Pairing: Bo Dennis/Lauren Lewis.
Summary: Takes place after episode 2.21 – Into the Dark.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
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In the end I knew Kenzi was right, I should be with my girl. I love the sound of that – my girl. Of course she is and has been for a long time, but finally it can be true in every sense.
I haven't told her how I feel. Well I have, but not how I really feel, the big L word. As I wait for her to answer the door I debate whether to tell her tonight. On the one hand, I want to tell her regardless of what happens. But on the other I don't want it to come across as though I'm only saying it because I think we'll all be dead tomorrow.
As the door swings open all thought leaves my head as she steals my breath away – as she always does. Her face lights up with the most amazing smile and she moves aside to let me in. “I thought you were going to rest up.”
She closes the door and takes my hand, leading me to the couch. I take in my surroundings, when I see the blood stain still on the floor I feel the sadness that comes with what happened.
Lauren squeezes my hand and I turn my attention to her. She is wearing the cutest pyjama’s and seems to have turned the couch into a comfortable nest with blankets and pillows. “What have you been doing?”
She shrugs her shoulders and points to the TV, “watching some DVD's.” I glance at the coffee table, see the DVD cases and I can't help but laugh. “You're watching Buffy?”
Lauren blushes and I can't help thinking how beautiful she is and that I'm so lucky to have her in my life. I let go of her hand and slide my jacket off, throwing it onto one of the chairs. Next I unzip my boots and kick them off, I plan on relaxing.
I move to the couch and sit down, reaching for Lauren's hand I arrange us so that she is laying between my legs, leaning against my chest. We pull the blankets around us and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her as close to me as I can.
Lauren presses play on the remote and the DVD comes to life, I soon recognise the episode she had been watching. As I begin to lose myself in the normality of what we are doing Lauren takes my hand and interlaces our fingers, her thumb caressing my skin. The simple gesture makes my heart swell with love and I almost miss her question. “Who's your favourite character?”
I don't even have to think about it, “Willow, I like my women smart and geeky.” Lauren laughs and it is the most magical sound. She swats my leg and moves to look at me, poking her tongue out and I know I will spend the rest of my life keeping her safe and happy.
“Well who's your favourite then, Buffy?” Rolling her eyes, she turns back towards the TV. “Actually, it's Faith.”
“Well, well Dr Lewis, it would appear you love bad girls.”
Lauren rolls over to lay on top of me, our bodies pressed together. Suddenly serious, she cups my face in her hands and I get lost in her eyes. “Actually, there's only one bad girl I love.”
I pull her towards me for a kiss, our lips barely touching. The next kiss is filled with love, passion and promises of things to come. I feel naked, exposed and I can't get enough of the feeling.
We finally break apart and I know I have to tell her, “I love you.” My words are met with a huge smile, “I love you too.” More kisses follow before Lauren resumes her original position and we snuggle as Buffy and the Scooby gang save the day – again.
The End.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
CSI: Firsts - The First Kiss (PG-13)
Pairing: Sara Sidle/Sofia Curtis
Summary: Sofia remembers their first kiss.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
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Our first kiss didn't go as I'd imagined. It was unexpected, unassumingly passionate and led to a lazy morning cuddling on the couch making out like a couple of teenagers.
After our first date we started having breakfast together when we could. Unfortunately due to our work schedules it hadn't been as often as I would have liked the last couple of weeks.
One morning I decided that I wanted to cook for her, the idea of spending some time alone a huge added bonus.
Arriving at my place I gave Sara a tour. I think we both blushed when I showed her my bedroom.
Once I'd shown her around I went into the kitchen to start cooking. I'd told Sara to make herself at home in the living room but I was happy when she followed me into the kitchen.
Sara leant against the bench and watched while I got the ingredients together and then started preparing them.
As I worked, my hair kept falling across my face, getting in my way and annoying me. After brushing it behind my ear several times, out of the corner of my eye I saw Sara move towards me.
I turned my head towards her as I felt her body press against my side.
"Got a problem there Detective?"
Before I could answer Sara reached up and brushed my hair back behind my ear. Her fingers then traced my jaw before she cupped the side of my face, brushing her thumb over my lips.
My skin tingled where she was touching me. The feel of her hand on my face caused the most delicious heat to spread throughout my body.
I put down the knife and carrot that I'd been cutting up and turned my body so that we were gently pressed together. My hands automatically went to her hips and I pulled her towards me so that our bodies were pressed against one another.
We stood there, hip to hip and breast to breast for what seemed like hours. Simply enjoying the closeness we now had.
Sara moved her hand through my hair to the back of my head and ever so slowly she began to massage my scalp. It felt so good that I was sure that any second now she'd have me purring like a kitten.
She increased the pressure of her movements, causing me to moan my appreciation much to my surprise.
A smug smirk appeared on her face and before I knew what was going on she was pulling me head towards her as she moved forward.
Realising that we were about to kiss for the first time I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her even harder against me, causing her to gasp.
And then we kissed. Our lips briefly brushed together in a chaste first meeting. The feel of her body against mine mixed with her wonderful smell and the feel of her lips sent my body into sensory overload.
I fought me overwhelming desire to take her to my bedroom, rip her clothes off and have her then and there.
As I pulled back enough so that I could make eye contact I could see that she was fighting a similar battle.
It would have been all too easy to jump into bed so soon but I didn't want this to be like every other time in my life. As far as I am concerned Sara is the one for me and I was going to do this differently.
"That was nice."
Sara smiled brightly at my understatement, her throaty laugh sending shivers down my spine.
The amused sparkle in her eyes had me captivated.
"Maybe after we eat we can re-create the crime scene."
Now it was my turn to laugh.
I moved back to the ingredients that had been briefly forgotten. This time instead of leaning against the bench Sara moved to stand behind me and to the side enough so that she could watch what I was doing.
I'm still amazed that I didn't cut myself due to the distraction of having her body lightly pressed into mine with her hand drawing lazy patterns on my lower back.
The End.
Summary: Sofia remembers their first kiss.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
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Our first kiss didn't go as I'd imagined. It was unexpected, unassumingly passionate and led to a lazy morning cuddling on the couch making out like a couple of teenagers.
After our first date we started having breakfast together when we could. Unfortunately due to our work schedules it hadn't been as often as I would have liked the last couple of weeks.
One morning I decided that I wanted to cook for her, the idea of spending some time alone a huge added bonus.
Arriving at my place I gave Sara a tour. I think we both blushed when I showed her my bedroom.
Once I'd shown her around I went into the kitchen to start cooking. I'd told Sara to make herself at home in the living room but I was happy when she followed me into the kitchen.
Sara leant against the bench and watched while I got the ingredients together and then started preparing them.
As I worked, my hair kept falling across my face, getting in my way and annoying me. After brushing it behind my ear several times, out of the corner of my eye I saw Sara move towards me.
I turned my head towards her as I felt her body press against my side.
"Got a problem there Detective?"
Before I could answer Sara reached up and brushed my hair back behind my ear. Her fingers then traced my jaw before she cupped the side of my face, brushing her thumb over my lips.
My skin tingled where she was touching me. The feel of her hand on my face caused the most delicious heat to spread throughout my body.
I put down the knife and carrot that I'd been cutting up and turned my body so that we were gently pressed together. My hands automatically went to her hips and I pulled her towards me so that our bodies were pressed against one another.
We stood there, hip to hip and breast to breast for what seemed like hours. Simply enjoying the closeness we now had.
Sara moved her hand through my hair to the back of my head and ever so slowly she began to massage my scalp. It felt so good that I was sure that any second now she'd have me purring like a kitten.
She increased the pressure of her movements, causing me to moan my appreciation much to my surprise.
A smug smirk appeared on her face and before I knew what was going on she was pulling me head towards her as she moved forward.
Realising that we were about to kiss for the first time I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her even harder against me, causing her to gasp.
And then we kissed. Our lips briefly brushed together in a chaste first meeting. The feel of her body against mine mixed with her wonderful smell and the feel of her lips sent my body into sensory overload.
I fought me overwhelming desire to take her to my bedroom, rip her clothes off and have her then and there.
As I pulled back enough so that I could make eye contact I could see that she was fighting a similar battle.
It would have been all too easy to jump into bed so soon but I didn't want this to be like every other time in my life. As far as I am concerned Sara is the one for me and I was going to do this differently.
"That was nice."
Sara smiled brightly at my understatement, her throaty laugh sending shivers down my spine.
The amused sparkle in her eyes had me captivated.
"Maybe after we eat we can re-create the crime scene."
Now it was my turn to laugh.
I moved back to the ingredients that had been briefly forgotten. This time instead of leaning against the bench Sara moved to stand behind me and to the side enough so that she could watch what I was doing.
I'm still amazed that I didn't cut myself due to the distraction of having her body lightly pressed into mine with her hand drawing lazy patterns on my lower back.
The End.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
CSI: Packing (NR-17)
Pairing: Sara Sidle/Catherine Willows.
Summary: A little Catherine/Sara lovin’.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
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Flopping down on the couch I throw my keys onto the coffee table. I've just arrived home after dropping Lindsey off at Nancy's for the weekend. Since I've already done the dinner dishes and all the housework has already been done earlier in the day there is nothing left to keep my mind off my favourite topic - Sara Sidle.
In his wisdom, Grissom had sent Sara to a week long seminar in Chicago. Being well and truly entrenched in the honeymoon period of our relationship we were both less than impressed with his decision.
We've been dating for about six months and sleeping together for four. Personally if it was up to me we would have been getting it on from that very first date but my sweet, sometimes old fashioned lover wanted to take it slow. Looking back it was a good idea, with all the heavy petting that went on the build up meant that our first time together definitely went off with a bang!
Memories of that first night do nothing to relieve the tension that the lack of Sara has caused. Replaying some of our activities over again in my mind has me wound tighter than a drum. Damn she is good with her hands, and the things that she can do with her mouth and especially that talented tongue of hers. I'm so distracted by thoughts of the things she will be doing with that tongue when she gets home tomorrow that I don't hear the doorbell.
Eventually the noise from the front door breaks through my thoughts. I shake myself out of my daydream and make my way to the door. After the door swings open I find myself staring at the vision before me. Standing in my doorway is the one and only Sara Sidle, looking good enough to eat.
I try not to drool as I let my eyes wonder from head to toe. She's wearing a body hugging shirt with the top few buttons undone revealing a nice amount of cleavage. She is also wearing the baggy leather pants that I love for the fact that they cup her ass just right.
Before I can say a word, Sara steps forward and gently pushes me back far enough so that she can close the door. The feel of her arms wrapping around me and her body pressing against mine spreads a tingling warmth throughout my body.
"Hi baby, miss me?"
Damn I love it when her voice is all low and husky like that. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I pull her towards me and capture her lips with my own. I am in the middle of kissing her senseless when I feel something hard pressing against me.
Grinding my hips again there is no mistaking it my baby has a little something extra on today. My mind is instantly taken back to one lazy afternoon just before she went to Chicago. We had spent the morning making love and were cuddling in bed talking about our fantasies.
I break our kiss as I suddenly remember one of the things that I had told her. Taking in the smug grin that Sara currently has on her face I don't even have to ask her.
Holy shit my honey is packing!
Grinding her hips at the same time she tightens her grip on me, I'm nearly sent into orbit as I feel her body and optional extra press into me.
I am vaguely aware that I am moaning as I try to focus on what Sara is saying.
"Cat honey I want to take you out and show you off."
What! Is she insane? There is no way in hell she is going to get me this worked up without following through.
Claiming her lips in another passionate kiss my hands head south. One goes to the button on her pants, while the other cups her crotch. Good god, that thing is huge.
Finally breaking the kiss I lean back so that I can see her face. Her skin is flushed and like me her breathing is erratic.
"No way Sidle the only place we are going is upstairs. NOW!"
Meeting little resistance I grab Sara by the hand and drag her towards the stairs. I put a little extra sway into my walk after I look back and find Sara's eyes firmly glued to my ass.
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Getting a little distracted along the way we finally make it to my bedroom. Sara is naked from the waist up and I'm only wearing my bra and panties.
Kissing and groping our way to the bed Sara removes my bra before gently pushing me backwards. Landing in the middle of the bed I don't take my eyes off Sara as she undoes the button on her pants and ever so slowly lowers the zipper.
I'm mesmerised as I watch her hook her thumbs in the waist of her pants and pull them down. Once her boots and socks are also removed she stands up, revealing herself to me.
The sight of a naked Sara Sidle has always driven me crazy but the sight of a naked Sara Sidle wearing a strap on pushes me into sensory overload. My hips raise up off the bed all on their own as my whole body begins to throb. If my panties weren't soaked before they sure as hell are now. "Oh baby."
Climbing onto the bed Sara crawls on her hands and knees until she is kneeling between my spread legs. She's got that smug, devilish grin on her face that tells me she's about to rock my world.
I'm desperately trying to focus but the fact that I'm on the brink of an orgasm isn't helping. I don't even try to stop the loud moans that her touch inspires. Starting at my ankles, Sara runs her hands up my legs and gently pushes my hips back down to the bed.
Sara claims my mouth in a searing kiss as her hands caress my breasts. The kiss is over way to soon. My disappointment is short lived though as she is soon kissing me in a completely different area.
For the briefest moment I wonder how she managed to removed my panties without me noticing although her talented mouth soon stops that thought and any other brain function.
I've got a death grip on the back of her head, pulling her as close to me as possible. The feel of her tongue entering me pushes me a little closer to the edge. It doesn't take many thrusts of her tongue to have me screaming her name as I come in her mouth.
The growls coming from Sara as she licks up all I've given her send a shiver through my body. Before I know it she is hovering over me again, grin firmly in place. Showering kissing along my jaw, Sara pauses to lick my neck before suckling on my earlobe.
It takes me a while to realise that she is whispering in my ear. Blinking several times her words finally make it through my brain haze.
"I love you Cat. Ready for me baby or do you need a minute?"
Hell no, I don't need a minute. "I need you now baby. I want to feel you inside me."
That damn grin is back as she reaches down between our bodies. We don't break eye contact as she guides the tip of the dildo to my opening. Ever so slowly she moves her hips pressing into me a little.
Rocking gently Sara begins thrusting her hips, entering me a little further each time. I can tell that she's not far off coming as she begins saying my name over and over again. To help her along I do something that she absolutely loves, I rake my fingernails down her back.
Throwing her head back, Sara bucks her hips as she comes hard. The motion of her hips makes me gasp as she enters me fully for the first time. This seems to set her off because her thrusts go from slow and gentle to hard and fast. Good God does it feel amazing.
While she continues thrusting inside me Sara's hands and mouth seem to be everywhere at once. Both our bodies are covered in sweat causing the most incredible sensations as she moves against me.
Normally if Lindsay is home we try to be quiet when we make love. I am incredible thankful that she isn't home tonight because with the things that Sara is doing to me right now I couldn't be quiet if my life depended on it.
Wrapping my legs around Sara's waist, I gasp as the change in angle causes new sensations to rock me to my very core. Arching my back I scream Sara's name as an orgasm rips through me.
It is perfectly clear that Sara is intent on sending me on my very own come fest as her rhythm doesn't change. As I come again and then again, I am completely consumed by all things Sara. She is all I can see, feel, smell and taste and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I can tell she is getting close as her moans have stopped and in their place comes an incredibly sexy grunt with each thrust of her hips. Her rhythm suddenly falters and her body starts to jerk against me instead. Throwing her head back a string of expletives leave her mouth as she comes.
One more orgasm crashes through me before Sara finally collapses on top of me exhausted. We both desperately try to catch our breath as she gently pulls the dildo out of me, leaving me with a sudden sense of emptiness.
Sara tries to roll off me but I hold her tightly in place. I love the feel of her on top of me and don't want her to go anywhere. "No baby. I love the feel of you right where you are, don't move."
She mumbles something that I can't understand but before I can ask her what she said she is quietly snoring. I chuckle as I gently tuck some stray hair behind her ear. Sometimes she is just too cute for words. Somehow I manage to pull the sheet over us both before I too surrender to sleep.
The End.
Summary: A little Catherine/Sara lovin’.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
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Flopping down on the couch I throw my keys onto the coffee table. I've just arrived home after dropping Lindsey off at Nancy's for the weekend. Since I've already done the dinner dishes and all the housework has already been done earlier in the day there is nothing left to keep my mind off my favourite topic - Sara Sidle.
In his wisdom, Grissom had sent Sara to a week long seminar in Chicago. Being well and truly entrenched in the honeymoon period of our relationship we were both less than impressed with his decision.
We've been dating for about six months and sleeping together for four. Personally if it was up to me we would have been getting it on from that very first date but my sweet, sometimes old fashioned lover wanted to take it slow. Looking back it was a good idea, with all the heavy petting that went on the build up meant that our first time together definitely went off with a bang!
Memories of that first night do nothing to relieve the tension that the lack of Sara has caused. Replaying some of our activities over again in my mind has me wound tighter than a drum. Damn she is good with her hands, and the things that she can do with her mouth and especially that talented tongue of hers. I'm so distracted by thoughts of the things she will be doing with that tongue when she gets home tomorrow that I don't hear the doorbell.
Eventually the noise from the front door breaks through my thoughts. I shake myself out of my daydream and make my way to the door. After the door swings open I find myself staring at the vision before me. Standing in my doorway is the one and only Sara Sidle, looking good enough to eat.
I try not to drool as I let my eyes wonder from head to toe. She's wearing a body hugging shirt with the top few buttons undone revealing a nice amount of cleavage. She is also wearing the baggy leather pants that I love for the fact that they cup her ass just right.
Before I can say a word, Sara steps forward and gently pushes me back far enough so that she can close the door. The feel of her arms wrapping around me and her body pressing against mine spreads a tingling warmth throughout my body.
"Hi baby, miss me?"
Damn I love it when her voice is all low and husky like that. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I pull her towards me and capture her lips with my own. I am in the middle of kissing her senseless when I feel something hard pressing against me.
Grinding my hips again there is no mistaking it my baby has a little something extra on today. My mind is instantly taken back to one lazy afternoon just before she went to Chicago. We had spent the morning making love and were cuddling in bed talking about our fantasies.
I break our kiss as I suddenly remember one of the things that I had told her. Taking in the smug grin that Sara currently has on her face I don't even have to ask her.
Holy shit my honey is packing!
Grinding her hips at the same time she tightens her grip on me, I'm nearly sent into orbit as I feel her body and optional extra press into me.
I am vaguely aware that I am moaning as I try to focus on what Sara is saying.
"Cat honey I want to take you out and show you off."
What! Is she insane? There is no way in hell she is going to get me this worked up without following through.
Claiming her lips in another passionate kiss my hands head south. One goes to the button on her pants, while the other cups her crotch. Good god, that thing is huge.
Finally breaking the kiss I lean back so that I can see her face. Her skin is flushed and like me her breathing is erratic.
"No way Sidle the only place we are going is upstairs. NOW!"
Meeting little resistance I grab Sara by the hand and drag her towards the stairs. I put a little extra sway into my walk after I look back and find Sara's eyes firmly glued to my ass.
* * * *
Getting a little distracted along the way we finally make it to my bedroom. Sara is naked from the waist up and I'm only wearing my bra and panties.
Kissing and groping our way to the bed Sara removes my bra before gently pushing me backwards. Landing in the middle of the bed I don't take my eyes off Sara as she undoes the button on her pants and ever so slowly lowers the zipper.
I'm mesmerised as I watch her hook her thumbs in the waist of her pants and pull them down. Once her boots and socks are also removed she stands up, revealing herself to me.
The sight of a naked Sara Sidle has always driven me crazy but the sight of a naked Sara Sidle wearing a strap on pushes me into sensory overload. My hips raise up off the bed all on their own as my whole body begins to throb. If my panties weren't soaked before they sure as hell are now. "Oh baby."
Climbing onto the bed Sara crawls on her hands and knees until she is kneeling between my spread legs. She's got that smug, devilish grin on her face that tells me she's about to rock my world.
I'm desperately trying to focus but the fact that I'm on the brink of an orgasm isn't helping. I don't even try to stop the loud moans that her touch inspires. Starting at my ankles, Sara runs her hands up my legs and gently pushes my hips back down to the bed.
Sara claims my mouth in a searing kiss as her hands caress my breasts. The kiss is over way to soon. My disappointment is short lived though as she is soon kissing me in a completely different area.
For the briefest moment I wonder how she managed to removed my panties without me noticing although her talented mouth soon stops that thought and any other brain function.
I've got a death grip on the back of her head, pulling her as close to me as possible. The feel of her tongue entering me pushes me a little closer to the edge. It doesn't take many thrusts of her tongue to have me screaming her name as I come in her mouth.
The growls coming from Sara as she licks up all I've given her send a shiver through my body. Before I know it she is hovering over me again, grin firmly in place. Showering kissing along my jaw, Sara pauses to lick my neck before suckling on my earlobe.
It takes me a while to realise that she is whispering in my ear. Blinking several times her words finally make it through my brain haze.
"I love you Cat. Ready for me baby or do you need a minute?"
Hell no, I don't need a minute. "I need you now baby. I want to feel you inside me."
That damn grin is back as she reaches down between our bodies. We don't break eye contact as she guides the tip of the dildo to my opening. Ever so slowly she moves her hips pressing into me a little.
Rocking gently Sara begins thrusting her hips, entering me a little further each time. I can tell that she's not far off coming as she begins saying my name over and over again. To help her along I do something that she absolutely loves, I rake my fingernails down her back.
Throwing her head back, Sara bucks her hips as she comes hard. The motion of her hips makes me gasp as she enters me fully for the first time. This seems to set her off because her thrusts go from slow and gentle to hard and fast. Good God does it feel amazing.
While she continues thrusting inside me Sara's hands and mouth seem to be everywhere at once. Both our bodies are covered in sweat causing the most incredible sensations as she moves against me.
Normally if Lindsay is home we try to be quiet when we make love. I am incredible thankful that she isn't home tonight because with the things that Sara is doing to me right now I couldn't be quiet if my life depended on it.
Wrapping my legs around Sara's waist, I gasp as the change in angle causes new sensations to rock me to my very core. Arching my back I scream Sara's name as an orgasm rips through me.
It is perfectly clear that Sara is intent on sending me on my very own come fest as her rhythm doesn't change. As I come again and then again, I am completely consumed by all things Sara. She is all I can see, feel, smell and taste and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I can tell she is getting close as her moans have stopped and in their place comes an incredibly sexy grunt with each thrust of her hips. Her rhythm suddenly falters and her body starts to jerk against me instead. Throwing her head back a string of expletives leave her mouth as she comes.
One more orgasm crashes through me before Sara finally collapses on top of me exhausted. We both desperately try to catch our breath as she gently pulls the dildo out of me, leaving me with a sudden sense of emptiness.
Sara tries to roll off me but I hold her tightly in place. I love the feel of her on top of me and don't want her to go anywhere. "No baby. I love the feel of you right where you are, don't move."
She mumbles something that I can't understand but before I can ask her what she said she is quietly snoring. I chuckle as I gently tuck some stray hair behind her ear. Sometimes she is just too cute for words. Somehow I manage to pull the sheet over us both before I too surrender to sleep.
The End.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
CSI: Firsts - It's Love (PG)
Pairing: Sara Sidle/Sofia Curtis
Summary: Sofia remembers the moment she realised she was in love with Sara.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
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Summary: Sofia remembers the moment she realised she was in love with Sara.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
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The first time I realised that I was in love with her took me by complete surprise.
I'd been talking to Bobby in Ballistics when a loud bang came from the garage, followed by some rather unladylike language.
Bobby grinned, shrugged his shoulders and went back to work while I couldn't resist, wandering in to see what was up.
There, next to a huge SUV stood the one and only Sara Sidle, hands on hips, swearing under her breath.
I couldn't help but laugh when she kicked the tire.
"What did the car ever do to you?"
She jumped at the sound of my voice. When she turned to face me, I got my answer. She was filthy.
She had dirt and grime all over her face, grease all over her overalls and her hair was in complete disarray, falling out of a ponytail in way of protest.
She blushed and then did something that in my opinion she doesn't do anywhere near enough of, she smiled.
At that moment I realised that she was the most beautiful woman in all the world, and I was in trouble....
The End.
I'd been talking to Bobby in Ballistics when a loud bang came from the garage, followed by some rather unladylike language.
Bobby grinned, shrugged his shoulders and went back to work while I couldn't resist, wandering in to see what was up.
There, next to a huge SUV stood the one and only Sara Sidle, hands on hips, swearing under her breath.
I couldn't help but laugh when she kicked the tire.
"What did the car ever do to you?"
She jumped at the sound of my voice. When she turned to face me, I got my answer. She was filthy.
She had dirt and grime all over her face, grease all over her overalls and her hair was in complete disarray, falling out of a ponytail in way of protest.
She blushed and then did something that in my opinion she doesn't do anywhere near enough of, she smiled.
At that moment I realised that she was the most beautiful woman in all the world, and I was in trouble....
The End.
CSI: Early Morning Wake Up Call (NR-17)
Pairing: Sara Sidle/Catherine Willows.
Summary: It’s Catherine’s fault for being so damn irresistible.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
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I sneak into the house as quietly as I can so I don't wake Catherine. It was her night off and I want her to sleep in as late as she wants. Lily has Lindsay for the night and will be dropping her off at school so there is no reason for Cath to get up early if she doesn't want to.
Making my way to our bedroom I'm glad I decided to shower at work because there is no way I can be bothered to do it now. I just want to climb into bed and sleep.
As I slip into our bedroom and gently close the door my thoughts are suddenly filled with far more interesting ways to spend my time in bed with Catherine as I take in the sight before me.
Cath is sprawled out on her stomach in the middle of the bed, the sheet barely covering that sexy butt of hers. I'm frozen in place as I take in the curve of her back.
God I love how flexible she is, the way her back arches and the muscles ripple when she moves. I remember how beautiful she is when I'm taking her from behind and her back arches when she throws her head back and screams.
Good God I've gone from dead on my feet to wide awake and horny as hell in the space of ten seconds. With work commitments, Lindsay's parent teacher night and the screwed roster that we are working because of Ecklie trying to make budget cuts, it's been almost two weeks since we've made love.
That is very unusual for us and the lack of Catherine loving is really starting to affect me. I know it's affecting her too because she called me before she went to sleep. She'd said some things that would make a sailor blush. They sure as hell made me blush. I had to go to the bathroom and splash water on my face.
I quickly undress and make my way to the bed with the intent of waking her up and making love to her. The whole time my head is having a debate with the rest of my body. Cath has been exhausted this week and I know she was looking forward to tonight so that she can catch up on some sleep. But on the other hand, I want her so bad I can taste it.
Just when my brain is about to win I watch as Cath rolls over towards her side of the bad. The sheet is still bunched up towards the end of the bed, so that when she rolls over I get the most glorious view of her stomach and her perfect breasts.
My brain is suddenly outvoted by my body. There is no way in hell that I can resist her when she's laying there looking so sexy.
Unable to resist I slowly pull the sheet back, revealing all of her. I let my eyes roam over her body from her feet up to her beautiful face. Damn, I'm the luckiest woman on the face of the earth. My eyes linger on her face for a few seconds before becoming fixated on her breasts.
I'm so rapped up in thoughts of what I want to do to her that I don't realise that she has woken up.
"You going to stand there all night or are you going to sample the goods?"
It's fair to say that she just scared the crap out of me.
Recovering quickly from the shock I try to be smooth and climb on to the bed, crawling on my hands and knees until I'm hovering over her.
My grand plans of seduction are thrown out the window when she lunges at me and before I know it I'm pinned beneath a gorgeous redhead. Well I must admit the view from here is pretty darn good so I'm not complaining too much.
We're soon kissing like our lives depend on it and before long our hands have joined in the activities.
It would seem that my love doesn't mind the early morning wake up call one little bit as our bodies grind against on another's.
Sometime later we're snuggled together under the sheet simply enjoying the closeness we have. She has a smug grin on her face as we talk about anything and everything. She is drawing lazy patterns on my stomach as I do the same on her back.
Letting out a contented sigh I kiss the top of her head and start to giggle. I know Cath didn't mind the early wake up call but I have a feeling that the neighbours may have a different opinion.
The End.
Summary: It’s Catherine’s fault for being so damn irresistible.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
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I sneak into the house as quietly as I can so I don't wake Catherine. It was her night off and I want her to sleep in as late as she wants. Lily has Lindsay for the night and will be dropping her off at school so there is no reason for Cath to get up early if she doesn't want to.
Making my way to our bedroom I'm glad I decided to shower at work because there is no way I can be bothered to do it now. I just want to climb into bed and sleep.
As I slip into our bedroom and gently close the door my thoughts are suddenly filled with far more interesting ways to spend my time in bed with Catherine as I take in the sight before me.
Cath is sprawled out on her stomach in the middle of the bed, the sheet barely covering that sexy butt of hers. I'm frozen in place as I take in the curve of her back.
God I love how flexible she is, the way her back arches and the muscles ripple when she moves. I remember how beautiful she is when I'm taking her from behind and her back arches when she throws her head back and screams.
Good God I've gone from dead on my feet to wide awake and horny as hell in the space of ten seconds. With work commitments, Lindsay's parent teacher night and the screwed roster that we are working because of Ecklie trying to make budget cuts, it's been almost two weeks since we've made love.
That is very unusual for us and the lack of Catherine loving is really starting to affect me. I know it's affecting her too because she called me before she went to sleep. She'd said some things that would make a sailor blush. They sure as hell made me blush. I had to go to the bathroom and splash water on my face.
I quickly undress and make my way to the bed with the intent of waking her up and making love to her. The whole time my head is having a debate with the rest of my body. Cath has been exhausted this week and I know she was looking forward to tonight so that she can catch up on some sleep. But on the other hand, I want her so bad I can taste it.
Just when my brain is about to win I watch as Cath rolls over towards her side of the bad. The sheet is still bunched up towards the end of the bed, so that when she rolls over I get the most glorious view of her stomach and her perfect breasts.
My brain is suddenly outvoted by my body. There is no way in hell that I can resist her when she's laying there looking so sexy.
Unable to resist I slowly pull the sheet back, revealing all of her. I let my eyes roam over her body from her feet up to her beautiful face. Damn, I'm the luckiest woman on the face of the earth. My eyes linger on her face for a few seconds before becoming fixated on her breasts.
I'm so rapped up in thoughts of what I want to do to her that I don't realise that she has woken up.
"You going to stand there all night or are you going to sample the goods?"
It's fair to say that she just scared the crap out of me.
Recovering quickly from the shock I try to be smooth and climb on to the bed, crawling on my hands and knees until I'm hovering over her.
My grand plans of seduction are thrown out the window when she lunges at me and before I know it I'm pinned beneath a gorgeous redhead. Well I must admit the view from here is pretty darn good so I'm not complaining too much.
We're soon kissing like our lives depend on it and before long our hands have joined in the activities.
It would seem that my love doesn't mind the early morning wake up call one little bit as our bodies grind against on another's.
Sometime later we're snuggled together under the sheet simply enjoying the closeness we have. She has a smug grin on her face as we talk about anything and everything. She is drawing lazy patterns on my stomach as I do the same on her back.
Letting out a contented sigh I kiss the top of her head and start to giggle. I know Cath didn't mind the early wake up call but I have a feeling that the neighbours may have a different opinion.
The End.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
CSI: Christening (PG-13)
Pairing: Sara Sidle/Sofia Curtis
Summary: Sara and Sofia are taking time out for a Christening.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
Summary: Sara and Sofia are taking time out for a Christening.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
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I was a little early picking Sara up so I decided to wonder around the lab and catch up on the gossip. Finding Greg in the break room playing Nintendo with Nick I can tell he's getting his butt kicked by the desperate look on his face.
As the game came to an end Greg seemed almost relieved that the punishment was over. Pulling up a chair I chatted with them for a few minutes, discovering that the night had been a quiet one for them too. I'd spent the evening catching up on paperwork and was relieved that I was now officially caught up.
Glancing at my watch I found that shift was over. I was just about to head off in search of Sara when Catherine walked into the break room with Warwick. We greeted each other before asking how each other's day had been. We all chatted for a couple of minutes before I decided it was time to find my girl.
Catherine must have read my mind because without even asking if she knew where Sara was she told me that Sara had been on her way to the locker room. Saying my goodbyes I was just about out the door when I heard Greg ask if we'd christened the new place yet.
Sara and I had taken the huge step of moving in together. Instead of going for an apartment we found a house that we both instantly fell in love with. It's in a quiet neighbourhood only a couple of blocks from Catherine's. When Catherine had found out about it she teased use for days, saying that she had an extra two babysitters on hand.
Turning back to see four very amused CSI's all of whom were obviously waiting for the answer I decided to tease them a little.
"Not yet. That's why we're both taking the next two weeks off. It's a big house with lots of surfaces."
Greg nearly choked on his coffee, while Nick and Warwick simply stared at me with their mouths hanging open. Catherine seemed to be laughing more at the guy's reactions than at what I'd said. She winked at me before wishing us a great vacation.
The End.
I was a little early picking Sara up so I decided to wonder around the lab and catch up on the gossip. Finding Greg in the break room playing Nintendo with Nick I can tell he's getting his butt kicked by the desperate look on his face.
As the game came to an end Greg seemed almost relieved that the punishment was over. Pulling up a chair I chatted with them for a few minutes, discovering that the night had been a quiet one for them too. I'd spent the evening catching up on paperwork and was relieved that I was now officially caught up.
Glancing at my watch I found that shift was over. I was just about to head off in search of Sara when Catherine walked into the break room with Warwick. We greeted each other before asking how each other's day had been. We all chatted for a couple of minutes before I decided it was time to find my girl.
Catherine must have read my mind because without even asking if she knew where Sara was she told me that Sara had been on her way to the locker room. Saying my goodbyes I was just about out the door when I heard Greg ask if we'd christened the new place yet.
Sara and I had taken the huge step of moving in together. Instead of going for an apartment we found a house that we both instantly fell in love with. It's in a quiet neighbourhood only a couple of blocks from Catherine's. When Catherine had found out about it she teased use for days, saying that she had an extra two babysitters on hand.
Turning back to see four very amused CSI's all of whom were obviously waiting for the answer I decided to tease them a little.
"Not yet. That's why we're both taking the next two weeks off. It's a big house with lots of surfaces."
Greg nearly choked on his coffee, while Nick and Warwick simply stared at me with their mouths hanging open. Catherine seemed to be laughing more at the guy's reactions than at what I'd said. She winked at me before wishing us a great vacation.
The End.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Drunk (R)
Pairing: Willow Rosenberg/Tara Maclay.
Summary: AU story where Willow is determined to tell Tara how she feels. I'm fascinated with the idea of Willow being in love with Tara, but Tara either not feeling the same way (at the beginning) or at the very least unsure of her feelings for our favourite redhead. This fic is AU and is written based on the following:
Willow has been in love with Tara since meeting at college. Both women have graduated and are hard working members of society!
Tara lives with Buffy and Dawn.
Willow shares an apartment with Xander and Anya.
Willow is determined to tell Tara how she feels.
Tara is oblivious and has no romantic feelings for her friend, or does she?
The rest of the Scoobys know of Willow's feelings for Tara. They all think that Tara only loves Willow as a friend.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Josh Whedon and is Copyright © Mutant Enemy Productions and 20th Century Fox.
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Willow was sitting at the gang's usual table, her palms sweating as her nerves declared war. Tonight was the night that she would tell Tara how she felt, that she loved her with all her heart and soul, that Tara was her soul mate. Ok, maybe lay off the soul mate stuff, because that will scare her off for sure.
It was Friday night which meant it was Bronze night. Willow had confided in Xander of her plans, so there they were, Xander, Willow and Anya, sitting at the Bronze, ridiculously early, waiting for their friends.
The redhead kept glancing at the door and then her watch, her nervous fidgeting finally getting to Anya. "You know why don't you have a drink. I've heard that alcohol is excellent for calming nerves."
Willow stared at Anya for several moments before heading over to the bar. An hour later and against Xander's best efforts, one drink had turned into one too many. Swaying slightly due to her level of intoxication Willow nearly jumped off her chair when she saw Tara, Buffy and Dawn walk through the door.
Oh Goddess, she looks so beautiful tonight. Ok, I have to calm down and get this right, don't want to come across all stalker-ish. We'll all talk and dance for awhile and then I'll sneak her off to a quiet spot and tell her.
* * * *
An hour and a half later Xander and Anya were still on the dance floor while the others were sitting around the table talking. Buffy, Tara and Dawn had noticed Willow's drunken state. None of them could remember ever seeing Willow drunk, well except maybe for that one time at one of Riley's frat parties when Willow had disappeared with a rather hot looking blonde for a couple of hours. Willow's odd behaviour leading the two blondes to make a mental note to find out from the others what was going on.
Tara's thoughts were interrupted by Willow grabbing her by the hand and dragging her towards the dance floor. Making sure to maintain what she felt was respectable "dancing with a friend" personal space Willow's usual shyness on the dance floor was nowhere to be seen.
Watching her friend Tara couldn't help but be surprised at what a good dancer she could be. Who knew she had some moves, the woman's got rhythm.As the song ended Willow again took Tara's hand, but rather than rejoin their friends at the table, Willow lead the blonde to the far corner which was vacant.
Gently pushing Tara so that she was almost leaning against the wall, Willow moved in close and cupped her friends face with her hands. Tara stood still, her arms hanging loosely down at her sides as her surprise gave way to a feeling of dread. Huh, what is going on? Why is she looking at me like that?
"Tara, I have to tell you something, I can't keep it a secret any longer." Getting no response Willow charged ahead, her well rehearsed speech forgotten. "Tara, I love you. I've been in love with you forever."
Tara's mouth fell open as her eyebrows shot up in confusion. Huh, what? Willow's clouded mind somehow interpreted her friends reaction as encouragement and she leant forward and gently brushed her lips against Tara's.
As Willow moved her lips against Tara's mouth the blonde froze, her body stiffening. After several seconds Willow's brain registered that Tara wasn't kissing her back. Opening her eyes she moved away from her friend far enough so that she could look into her eyes.
Desperately searching for some sign, anything to tell her what was going through Tara's mind a cold chill swept through Willow's body as she was hit with the undeniable reality of it all. The realisation made Willow go into self destruct mode. Oh God, she's freaked out. The idea of kissing me, being with me freaks her out. At this very moment she is probably trying to think of a polite way of saying "Sorry, but you're a short, ugly, dork so I can't possible be in love with you, let alone physically attracted to you". Damn I should have known someone as wonderful as Tara wouldn't be interested in a dork like me.
Realising that she still held Tara's face in her hands Willow quickly let go and stepped back several feet, stumbling slightly from the affects of the alcohol. "I'm sorry, so sorry Tara. I should have known that you couldn't love someone like me. I'm sorry." She stared at Tara for several moments before she turned and high-tailed it out of there. Damn I'm an idiot, I won't be able to face her again after this. How could I have been so sure that she felt the same? Damn, damn, damn.
The whole thing had taken less than a minute to unfold. What Willow had said had finally sunk into Tara's brain just as she felt her friend's lips on her own mouth. The kiss had shocked her with the warm softness disappearing almost as fast at it had arrived. She loves me. I didn't know. I mean I know she's gay, but I've never thought about her like that.
The next thing Tara knew Willow had broken all contact with her and was saying something that her brain had not yet processed. In the blink of an eye Willow had disappeared.
As her brain finally understood what her friend had said Tara was filled with so many emotions, all confusing and fighting for supremacy. A sense of uneasiness settled over the blonde as she was filled with an urgent need to find Willow. Almost running back to the table Tara was filled with dread as the lack of Willow sitting there made her heart hurt. "Have you guys seen Willow?"
Seeing their friends flushed appearance Xander and Anya shared a glance. "We thought she was with you."
Tara turned to Xander. "She was. We were talking and then she left."
Anya immediately assessed the situation in her own unique way. "So did you let her down gently or did you smack her down and rip her heart into little tiny pieces?"
Xander jumped in before his girlfriend could make the situation any worse. "What Anya means is that I'm sure Willow just needs some time alone."
Buffy looked from Xander to Anya and then to Tara. "Did I miss something here?"
Before Tara could answer Anya spoke up. "Well tonight Willow was going to tell Tara that she loves her and wants to get naked with her. Judging by the udden lack of Willow I assume that she didn't take the rejection very well."
Tara suddenly had four pairs of eyes staring at her. "I-I-I-I didn't. I mean she did tell me but I d-d-d-didn't do anything. She left before I could say anything and we need to find her because she was upset."
* * * *
Willow exited the Bronze, the cold night air sending a chill through her petite frame. She had come to the Bronze with Xander so driving was out of the question. Maybe I should get a taxi home. No, I don't feel like going home yet. Deciding on what she was going to do, Willow walked passed the taxi stand and broke into a run without even realising it. As the familiar neighbourhood passed by Willow finally came to a stop in front of her destination, her parent's house. Rather than entering her childhood home, Willow made her way around the side to the back yard.
Standing under the tall tree in the middle of the yard, the redhead looked up at the tree house she had spent countless hours in during her childhood. Without a second thought she grabbed a hold of the rickety old ladder and started climbing. Several feet up the ladder Willow lost her footing and fell to the ground. Landing heavily on her side she banged her head hard on the ground, earning a nasty cut just above her left eye. Dazed, she sat up after several minutes catching her breath and examined the damage as best she could in the dark while intoxicated. Feeling a wetness slowly trickling down the side of her face Willow knew she was bleeding. "Well damn if that doesn't end the night just perfectly."
Wiping at the blood with the sleeve of her shirt Willow stood up again and went back to climbing the ladder. Taking it slower this time she made it up to the door of the tree house. Pushing the old door open she crawled inside and lay on the floor, breathing heavily from the effort. Still bleeding from the cut she fell into a restless sleep.
* * * *
Tara was beside herself with worry. After searching for the redhead in all of their usual hangouts they had gone back to the apartment she shares with Xander and Anya to find she hadn't been home.
Buffy and Dawn had gone back to their house just in case Willow showed up there. Tara refused to go home with them, instead preferring to stay and wait for Willow to come home. Tara was desperate to talk to Willow to sort things out. The main problem now being that Tara had absolutely no idea how she was going to handle the situation, all she knew was that she had to make sure Willow was ok.
As the hours ticked by Xander and Anya had gone to bed exhausted. Tara stayed on the couch watching TV, or rather staring at the TV which happened to be turned on. Unable to sit still Tara began moving around the living room, looking at the various pictures of the gang that were on the mantelpiece and hung on the walls. Before she realised it Tara was standing in the open doorway to Willow's room.
After a moments hesitation Tara moved into the room, turning on the light as she entered. The room had a warm and welcoming feel to it, sparsely decorated Tara couldn't help but smile at the pile of clothes spread over the bed. She obviously couldn't decide what to wear tonight.
Moving over to the desk Tara looked at the photographs sitting next to the laptop that took pride of place. Each photo consisted of members of their unique little family with different combinations of Willow, herself, Xander, Anya, Buffy, Dawn and even Giles and Joyce. Tara was filled with sadness at the lack of any pictures featuring Willow and her parents. God, how can they be so stupid. They both go on about kids and how to be good parents but neither of them has the faintest idea how to actually be a parent. I can't even remember the last time I saw them spend any time with her.
Picking up a picture of herself and Willow taken on graduation day Tara moved over to the bed and pushed some of the clothes off to make enough room for her to lie down.
Looking at the picture Tara giggled at the memory of when it was taken. It had been a long day and Tara had been exhausted. As the two girls posed for the picture, Willow had started tickling her. Tara had her head thrown back a little as she laughed and Willow was looking straight at the camera with the biggest grin on her face as she stuck out her tongue. The next few minutes had been spent with Tara chasing Willow trying to get her own back.
Other memories of Willow filled her brain as she began tracing the redheads face with the middle finger on her right hand. As Tara mentally went through the time since she had met her friend the blonde realised that the signs of Willows affection for her were obvious. The redhead had always been there for her, always been more attentive and protective than she was with the rest of the gang, even more so than with Dawn who she considered to be a sister.
Tara couldn't believe she had been so blind to it all. Tonight at the Bronze she had discovered that everyone else had known from early on. Even Xander who was normally oblivious had figured it out.
As she continued to trace Willow's face on the picture Tara was filled with a longing for her friend. She desperately wanted to see Willow, hear her voice, hug her and hold her close. What her feelings for the redhead were she still didn't know but she did know that not knowing where she was and if she is ok was driving her insane.
Making herself more comfortable on the bed Tara took one of the pillows and hugged it close while still clutching the picture in her other hand. She was immediately consumed with the comforting scent of Willow. As Tara's tears began to fall unchecked, her heart slowly awoke to the reality of love.
* * * *
Willow opened her eyes to be met with the blinding light of early morning. Immediately closing her eyes she rubbed at them with the back of her right hand. Trying to sit up her stiff limbs and body put up a protest, reminding her of what had happened the night before. Oh God, it really happened. And here I was thinking it was all just a bad, bad dream.
Stretching in an attempt to work out the stiffness in her body she cursed both the alcohol she had consumed along with the fall off the ladder for her thumping headache.
Once she was able to move a little easier Willow moved to the door of the tree house and looked down. Seeing the sorry state of the ladder she was amazed that she had made it up there in the first place. Well crap, this is going to be fun. Great, just great.
After twenty minutes of mumbling under her breath and swearing off alcohol for life she finally made it down the ladder, briefly considering kneeling down and kissing the grass in relief. Dismissing the idea she straightened herself up as best she could and headed home.
* * * *
As Xander hung up the phone Anya could tell he was beginning to freak out. They had gotten up early and finding Tara asleep on Willow's bed but no actual Willow anywhere to be seen Xander had tried calling Willow's parents place again. Getting no answer he had called Buffy who advised the redhead had been a no show there as well.
Moving towards the kitchen to make them breakfast Anya spun around as the door to the apartment opened and Willow limped in.
Xander jumped up from the couch and was next to Willow in the blink of an eye. Hugging her to him for a moment he basically carried her back to the couch and sat her down so he could take a good look at her.
"God Will, what happened to you?"
"Oh you know. Made a fool of myself, fell out of a tree house. The usual things I do on a Friday night."
Xander looked from Willow to Anya, who merely shrugged as she turned to continue her journey to the kitchen. "Oh well, I guess it's breakfast for four then."
* * * *
In her sleep filled haze Tara could hear movement in the apartment along with people talking. Snuggling further into the pillow that she was still holding she became more alert when she heard the front door open and close.
Concentrating on the sounds coming from the living room Tara jumped up off the bed at the familiar voice of a certain redhead. Straightening her clothes she made her way to the door where she stood for a moment to compose herself. As she watched Anya disappear into the kitchen Tara turned her attention to Willow and Xander who where sitting on the couch, currently unaware of her presence.
Xander pulled Willow into a gentle hug. "Come on Will, it's not as bad as it seems."
"That's easy for you to say Xander, you weren't the one making a complete fool of yourself. I mean how could I be so stupid as to think she would feel the same? She's this incredible person who can have anyone she wants, why would she want stupid, boring me?"
Xander was at a loss as to how to answer. I wish Buffy was here, she'd know what to say. "Will, why don't we get you cleaned up. I mean I'm not much into fashion but I'm pretty sure that blood isn't in this season."
This brought Tara out of her thoughts. Blood - what? Moving towards where Willow was sitting, Tara moved around to where she could see Willow's face. Taking in the dishevelled appearance of the redhead she couldn't stop a gasp from escaping. Willow had dried blood in her hair and caked to the side of her face, her shirt was also stained with crimson.
Turning towards the sound Willow came face to face with the one person she hadn't planned on seeing again in the near future. The shock made her jump up from the couch which she instantly regretted as her aching body protested. "Tara! What are you doing here?" Realising the harshness of her tone she tried again. "I mean, hi. I didn't expect to see you here."
Tara took several steps towards her friend. "Oh My God Will, what happened to you?"
Looking down at herself Willow saw that her shirt was stained with blood for the first time. "Ummm I just had a little accident, nothing major."
As Tara moved closer Willow moved around the other side of the couch and headed towards the bathroom. "I just need to grab a shower and I'll be fine."
Rushing into the bathroom Willow closed the door and leaned back against it. She slowly slid down its length until she was sitting on the floor with her back against the cool wood of the door. Taking in big gasps of air she couldn't hold in her tears any longer as she hugged her knees to her chest.
* * * *
An hour later Tara was sitting on the couch, waiting for Willow to come out of the bathroom. Shortly after the redhead had disappeared Xander had explained to both Anya and Tara what had happened. After a brief discussion Xander and Anya left so that Willow and Tara could be alone to talk.
Several more minutes passed before Tara heard the bathroom door open. "Xander, can you give me a hand for a minute please?" Receiving no answer Willow walked into the living room wearing a white bathrobe with a pile of tissues held to the cut above her left eye.
Tara stood and made her way over to where the redhead was standing, wide eyed. "Xander and Anya went to Buffy's so that we could talk."
Before Willow could answer Tara gently turned her around and led her back into the bathroom. As Tara got the small first aid kit from the cupboard under the sink Willow sat down on the edge of the bathtub.
Tara knelt down in front of Willow, brushed her hands away from the cut and began cleaning it gently. Willow flinched slightly at the pain from the antiseptic and decided to dive right in.
"Look Tara, I'm really sorry about last night, I shouldn't have put you in that position. I realise now that you could never love me and I hope that you can forgive me and still want to be friends."
Saying nothing Tara continued to clean the cut, gathering her thoughts as she used one of the small bandaids to hold the cut closed. Willow searched the blondes face for any signs of what she was thinking. Having finished what she was doing she finally looked Willow in the eye. As they looked at each other for what seemed like an hour Tara was the one to break the silence.
"Why?"
OH MY GOD she wants me to tell her why we should still be friends. She hates me. She hates me and never wants to see me again. "Well, you know, I like having you as my friend and I don't want to lose that because I was being stupid."
Tara tilted her head to the side before clarifying.
"No, I mean why do you think I could never love you?"
Willow sighed before breaking eye contact to look down at her hands which were playing with the ends of the cord holding the robe together.
"You've looked in a mirror before right?"
Judging by the silence that filled the room Willow knew that she wasn't going to get out of it with some Willow humour. Deciding that honesty was the only way to go, Willow took a deep breath.
"Well because you're everything that I'm not. I mean you could have anyone you wanted so the likelihood of you settling with second rate is pretty small. Look at your last girlfriend for example, she was drop dead gorgeous. Why would you settle for a beat up old Toyota when you could have a brand new BMW instead?"
As she listened to what Willow was saying Tara clenched her jaw, a simmering anger beginning to surface. Why does she always do that, put herself down like she's nothing? Doesn't she know how wonderful she is, how warm and caring? And there is no way that Karen ever looked that hot in a bathrobe.
Unable to stop herself Tara reached up and gently cupped Willows face in her hands. "Stop it. Willow stop putting yourself down like that."
Unable to look away Willow met her friends gaze using all of her self control to not look away.
"How can you know what I want, how I feel when I didn't even know? Last night when you said those things, when you kissed me it was a big surprise. I didn't have the slightest clue that you have feelings for me Will."
Tara watched as Willow blinked away the tears that had been forming. The redheads shoulders slumped slightly as sadness clouded her normally sparkling green eyes.
It was all too much for Tara as the sight of Willow in pain caused her heart to ache. In that moment Tara knew without a doubt that she never wanted her Willow to suffer, never wanted her to be sad again.
As her thumbs began to caress the soft skin of Willow's face she tried to reassure her that everything would be ok.
"When you ran out of the Bronze like that it scared me Will. Then when you didn't come home I was so worried. I didn't know where you were or what you were doing. It felt like part of me was missing."
Silence once again fell upon the room as both women regarded one another, gazing into each others eyes. And then Willow watched as the most amazing thing happened, Tara leant in and kissed her.
It was a chaste, gentle kiss as lips barely grazed. Then as both women became more confident mouths meet more firmly as they tried to convey a message that words seemed unable to express.
For Willow it was everything she had always dreamt of. OH MY GOD Tara is kissing me. T A R A is k i s s i n g me. TARA IS KISSING ME.
As for Tara the feeling of Willow's warm, soft skin against her own was something she wanted to feel over and over again. OH MY GOD I'm kissing Willow. I'm k i s s i n g Willow. I'M KISSING WILLOW.
Finally breaking the kiss both women were breathing hard. Tara couldn't help flashing one of her trademark lopsided grins as she watched a myriad of emotions and thoughts appear on Willow's face. First was shock and confusion, followed by a realisation that led to pure joy as a megawatt Willow smile erupted.
"Will, I think we've kinda done things backwards. Aren't we supposed to go out on a date or two before we kiss?"
Willow's smile faded for a moment before it reappeared even brighter than before. "In that case, Tara will you go out with me?"
The End.
Summary: AU story where Willow is determined to tell Tara how she feels. I'm fascinated with the idea of Willow being in love with Tara, but Tara either not feeling the same way (at the beginning) or at the very least unsure of her feelings for our favourite redhead. This fic is AU and is written based on the following:
Willow has been in love with Tara since meeting at college. Both women have graduated and are hard working members of society!
Tara lives with Buffy and Dawn.
Willow shares an apartment with Xander and Anya.
Willow is determined to tell Tara how she feels.
Tara is oblivious and has no romantic feelings for her friend, or does she?
The rest of the Scoobys know of Willow's feelings for Tara. They all think that Tara only loves Willow as a friend.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Josh Whedon and is Copyright © Mutant Enemy Productions and 20th Century Fox.
* * * *
Willow was sitting at the gang's usual table, her palms sweating as her nerves declared war. Tonight was the night that she would tell Tara how she felt, that she loved her with all her heart and soul, that Tara was her soul mate. Ok, maybe lay off the soul mate stuff, because that will scare her off for sure.
It was Friday night which meant it was Bronze night. Willow had confided in Xander of her plans, so there they were, Xander, Willow and Anya, sitting at the Bronze, ridiculously early, waiting for their friends.
The redhead kept glancing at the door and then her watch, her nervous fidgeting finally getting to Anya. "You know why don't you have a drink. I've heard that alcohol is excellent for calming nerves."
Willow stared at Anya for several moments before heading over to the bar. An hour later and against Xander's best efforts, one drink had turned into one too many. Swaying slightly due to her level of intoxication Willow nearly jumped off her chair when she saw Tara, Buffy and Dawn walk through the door.
Oh Goddess, she looks so beautiful tonight. Ok, I have to calm down and get this right, don't want to come across all stalker-ish. We'll all talk and dance for awhile and then I'll sneak her off to a quiet spot and tell her.
* * * *
An hour and a half later Xander and Anya were still on the dance floor while the others were sitting around the table talking. Buffy, Tara and Dawn had noticed Willow's drunken state. None of them could remember ever seeing Willow drunk, well except maybe for that one time at one of Riley's frat parties when Willow had disappeared with a rather hot looking blonde for a couple of hours. Willow's odd behaviour leading the two blondes to make a mental note to find out from the others what was going on.
Tara's thoughts were interrupted by Willow grabbing her by the hand and dragging her towards the dance floor. Making sure to maintain what she felt was respectable "dancing with a friend" personal space Willow's usual shyness on the dance floor was nowhere to be seen.
Watching her friend Tara couldn't help but be surprised at what a good dancer she could be. Who knew she had some moves, the woman's got rhythm.As the song ended Willow again took Tara's hand, but rather than rejoin their friends at the table, Willow lead the blonde to the far corner which was vacant.
Gently pushing Tara so that she was almost leaning against the wall, Willow moved in close and cupped her friends face with her hands. Tara stood still, her arms hanging loosely down at her sides as her surprise gave way to a feeling of dread. Huh, what is going on? Why is she looking at me like that?
"Tara, I have to tell you something, I can't keep it a secret any longer." Getting no response Willow charged ahead, her well rehearsed speech forgotten. "Tara, I love you. I've been in love with you forever."
Tara's mouth fell open as her eyebrows shot up in confusion. Huh, what? Willow's clouded mind somehow interpreted her friends reaction as encouragement and she leant forward and gently brushed her lips against Tara's.
As Willow moved her lips against Tara's mouth the blonde froze, her body stiffening. After several seconds Willow's brain registered that Tara wasn't kissing her back. Opening her eyes she moved away from her friend far enough so that she could look into her eyes.
Desperately searching for some sign, anything to tell her what was going through Tara's mind a cold chill swept through Willow's body as she was hit with the undeniable reality of it all. The realisation made Willow go into self destruct mode. Oh God, she's freaked out. The idea of kissing me, being with me freaks her out. At this very moment she is probably trying to think of a polite way of saying "Sorry, but you're a short, ugly, dork so I can't possible be in love with you, let alone physically attracted to you". Damn I should have known someone as wonderful as Tara wouldn't be interested in a dork like me.
Realising that she still held Tara's face in her hands Willow quickly let go and stepped back several feet, stumbling slightly from the affects of the alcohol. "I'm sorry, so sorry Tara. I should have known that you couldn't love someone like me. I'm sorry." She stared at Tara for several moments before she turned and high-tailed it out of there. Damn I'm an idiot, I won't be able to face her again after this. How could I have been so sure that she felt the same? Damn, damn, damn.
The whole thing had taken less than a minute to unfold. What Willow had said had finally sunk into Tara's brain just as she felt her friend's lips on her own mouth. The kiss had shocked her with the warm softness disappearing almost as fast at it had arrived. She loves me. I didn't know. I mean I know she's gay, but I've never thought about her like that.
The next thing Tara knew Willow had broken all contact with her and was saying something that her brain had not yet processed. In the blink of an eye Willow had disappeared.
As her brain finally understood what her friend had said Tara was filled with so many emotions, all confusing and fighting for supremacy. A sense of uneasiness settled over the blonde as she was filled with an urgent need to find Willow. Almost running back to the table Tara was filled with dread as the lack of Willow sitting there made her heart hurt. "Have you guys seen Willow?"
Seeing their friends flushed appearance Xander and Anya shared a glance. "We thought she was with you."
Tara turned to Xander. "She was. We were talking and then she left."
Anya immediately assessed the situation in her own unique way. "So did you let her down gently or did you smack her down and rip her heart into little tiny pieces?"
Xander jumped in before his girlfriend could make the situation any worse. "What Anya means is that I'm sure Willow just needs some time alone."
Buffy looked from Xander to Anya and then to Tara. "Did I miss something here?"
Before Tara could answer Anya spoke up. "Well tonight Willow was going to tell Tara that she loves her and wants to get naked with her. Judging by the udden lack of Willow I assume that she didn't take the rejection very well."
Tara suddenly had four pairs of eyes staring at her. "I-I-I-I didn't. I mean she did tell me but I d-d-d-didn't do anything. She left before I could say anything and we need to find her because she was upset."
* * * *
Willow exited the Bronze, the cold night air sending a chill through her petite frame. She had come to the Bronze with Xander so driving was out of the question. Maybe I should get a taxi home. No, I don't feel like going home yet. Deciding on what she was going to do, Willow walked passed the taxi stand and broke into a run without even realising it. As the familiar neighbourhood passed by Willow finally came to a stop in front of her destination, her parent's house. Rather than entering her childhood home, Willow made her way around the side to the back yard.
Standing under the tall tree in the middle of the yard, the redhead looked up at the tree house she had spent countless hours in during her childhood. Without a second thought she grabbed a hold of the rickety old ladder and started climbing. Several feet up the ladder Willow lost her footing and fell to the ground. Landing heavily on her side she banged her head hard on the ground, earning a nasty cut just above her left eye. Dazed, she sat up after several minutes catching her breath and examined the damage as best she could in the dark while intoxicated. Feeling a wetness slowly trickling down the side of her face Willow knew she was bleeding. "Well damn if that doesn't end the night just perfectly."
Wiping at the blood with the sleeve of her shirt Willow stood up again and went back to climbing the ladder. Taking it slower this time she made it up to the door of the tree house. Pushing the old door open she crawled inside and lay on the floor, breathing heavily from the effort. Still bleeding from the cut she fell into a restless sleep.
* * * *
Tara was beside herself with worry. After searching for the redhead in all of their usual hangouts they had gone back to the apartment she shares with Xander and Anya to find she hadn't been home.
Buffy and Dawn had gone back to their house just in case Willow showed up there. Tara refused to go home with them, instead preferring to stay and wait for Willow to come home. Tara was desperate to talk to Willow to sort things out. The main problem now being that Tara had absolutely no idea how she was going to handle the situation, all she knew was that she had to make sure Willow was ok.
As the hours ticked by Xander and Anya had gone to bed exhausted. Tara stayed on the couch watching TV, or rather staring at the TV which happened to be turned on. Unable to sit still Tara began moving around the living room, looking at the various pictures of the gang that were on the mantelpiece and hung on the walls. Before she realised it Tara was standing in the open doorway to Willow's room.
After a moments hesitation Tara moved into the room, turning on the light as she entered. The room had a warm and welcoming feel to it, sparsely decorated Tara couldn't help but smile at the pile of clothes spread over the bed. She obviously couldn't decide what to wear tonight.
Moving over to the desk Tara looked at the photographs sitting next to the laptop that took pride of place. Each photo consisted of members of their unique little family with different combinations of Willow, herself, Xander, Anya, Buffy, Dawn and even Giles and Joyce. Tara was filled with sadness at the lack of any pictures featuring Willow and her parents. God, how can they be so stupid. They both go on about kids and how to be good parents but neither of them has the faintest idea how to actually be a parent. I can't even remember the last time I saw them spend any time with her.
Picking up a picture of herself and Willow taken on graduation day Tara moved over to the bed and pushed some of the clothes off to make enough room for her to lie down.
Looking at the picture Tara giggled at the memory of when it was taken. It had been a long day and Tara had been exhausted. As the two girls posed for the picture, Willow had started tickling her. Tara had her head thrown back a little as she laughed and Willow was looking straight at the camera with the biggest grin on her face as she stuck out her tongue. The next few minutes had been spent with Tara chasing Willow trying to get her own back.
Other memories of Willow filled her brain as she began tracing the redheads face with the middle finger on her right hand. As Tara mentally went through the time since she had met her friend the blonde realised that the signs of Willows affection for her were obvious. The redhead had always been there for her, always been more attentive and protective than she was with the rest of the gang, even more so than with Dawn who she considered to be a sister.
Tara couldn't believe she had been so blind to it all. Tonight at the Bronze she had discovered that everyone else had known from early on. Even Xander who was normally oblivious had figured it out.
As she continued to trace Willow's face on the picture Tara was filled with a longing for her friend. She desperately wanted to see Willow, hear her voice, hug her and hold her close. What her feelings for the redhead were she still didn't know but she did know that not knowing where she was and if she is ok was driving her insane.
Making herself more comfortable on the bed Tara took one of the pillows and hugged it close while still clutching the picture in her other hand. She was immediately consumed with the comforting scent of Willow. As Tara's tears began to fall unchecked, her heart slowly awoke to the reality of love.
* * * *
Willow opened her eyes to be met with the blinding light of early morning. Immediately closing her eyes she rubbed at them with the back of her right hand. Trying to sit up her stiff limbs and body put up a protest, reminding her of what had happened the night before. Oh God, it really happened. And here I was thinking it was all just a bad, bad dream.
Stretching in an attempt to work out the stiffness in her body she cursed both the alcohol she had consumed along with the fall off the ladder for her thumping headache.
Once she was able to move a little easier Willow moved to the door of the tree house and looked down. Seeing the sorry state of the ladder she was amazed that she had made it up there in the first place. Well crap, this is going to be fun. Great, just great.
After twenty minutes of mumbling under her breath and swearing off alcohol for life she finally made it down the ladder, briefly considering kneeling down and kissing the grass in relief. Dismissing the idea she straightened herself up as best she could and headed home.
* * * *
As Xander hung up the phone Anya could tell he was beginning to freak out. They had gotten up early and finding Tara asleep on Willow's bed but no actual Willow anywhere to be seen Xander had tried calling Willow's parents place again. Getting no answer he had called Buffy who advised the redhead had been a no show there as well.
Moving towards the kitchen to make them breakfast Anya spun around as the door to the apartment opened and Willow limped in.
Xander jumped up from the couch and was next to Willow in the blink of an eye. Hugging her to him for a moment he basically carried her back to the couch and sat her down so he could take a good look at her.
"God Will, what happened to you?"
"Oh you know. Made a fool of myself, fell out of a tree house. The usual things I do on a Friday night."
Xander looked from Willow to Anya, who merely shrugged as she turned to continue her journey to the kitchen. "Oh well, I guess it's breakfast for four then."
* * * *
In her sleep filled haze Tara could hear movement in the apartment along with people talking. Snuggling further into the pillow that she was still holding she became more alert when she heard the front door open and close.
Concentrating on the sounds coming from the living room Tara jumped up off the bed at the familiar voice of a certain redhead. Straightening her clothes she made her way to the door where she stood for a moment to compose herself. As she watched Anya disappear into the kitchen Tara turned her attention to Willow and Xander who where sitting on the couch, currently unaware of her presence.
Xander pulled Willow into a gentle hug. "Come on Will, it's not as bad as it seems."
"That's easy for you to say Xander, you weren't the one making a complete fool of yourself. I mean how could I be so stupid as to think she would feel the same? She's this incredible person who can have anyone she wants, why would she want stupid, boring me?"
Xander was at a loss as to how to answer. I wish Buffy was here, she'd know what to say. "Will, why don't we get you cleaned up. I mean I'm not much into fashion but I'm pretty sure that blood isn't in this season."
This brought Tara out of her thoughts. Blood - what? Moving towards where Willow was sitting, Tara moved around to where she could see Willow's face. Taking in the dishevelled appearance of the redhead she couldn't stop a gasp from escaping. Willow had dried blood in her hair and caked to the side of her face, her shirt was also stained with crimson.
Turning towards the sound Willow came face to face with the one person she hadn't planned on seeing again in the near future. The shock made her jump up from the couch which she instantly regretted as her aching body protested. "Tara! What are you doing here?" Realising the harshness of her tone she tried again. "I mean, hi. I didn't expect to see you here."
Tara took several steps towards her friend. "Oh My God Will, what happened to you?"
Looking down at herself Willow saw that her shirt was stained with blood for the first time. "Ummm I just had a little accident, nothing major."
As Tara moved closer Willow moved around the other side of the couch and headed towards the bathroom. "I just need to grab a shower and I'll be fine."
Rushing into the bathroom Willow closed the door and leaned back against it. She slowly slid down its length until she was sitting on the floor with her back against the cool wood of the door. Taking in big gasps of air she couldn't hold in her tears any longer as she hugged her knees to her chest.
* * * *
An hour later Tara was sitting on the couch, waiting for Willow to come out of the bathroom. Shortly after the redhead had disappeared Xander had explained to both Anya and Tara what had happened. After a brief discussion Xander and Anya left so that Willow and Tara could be alone to talk.
Several more minutes passed before Tara heard the bathroom door open. "Xander, can you give me a hand for a minute please?" Receiving no answer Willow walked into the living room wearing a white bathrobe with a pile of tissues held to the cut above her left eye.
Tara stood and made her way over to where the redhead was standing, wide eyed. "Xander and Anya went to Buffy's so that we could talk."
Before Willow could answer Tara gently turned her around and led her back into the bathroom. As Tara got the small first aid kit from the cupboard under the sink Willow sat down on the edge of the bathtub.
Tara knelt down in front of Willow, brushed her hands away from the cut and began cleaning it gently. Willow flinched slightly at the pain from the antiseptic and decided to dive right in.
"Look Tara, I'm really sorry about last night, I shouldn't have put you in that position. I realise now that you could never love me and I hope that you can forgive me and still want to be friends."
Saying nothing Tara continued to clean the cut, gathering her thoughts as she used one of the small bandaids to hold the cut closed. Willow searched the blondes face for any signs of what she was thinking. Having finished what she was doing she finally looked Willow in the eye. As they looked at each other for what seemed like an hour Tara was the one to break the silence.
"Why?"
OH MY GOD she wants me to tell her why we should still be friends. She hates me. She hates me and never wants to see me again. "Well, you know, I like having you as my friend and I don't want to lose that because I was being stupid."
Tara tilted her head to the side before clarifying.
"No, I mean why do you think I could never love you?"
Willow sighed before breaking eye contact to look down at her hands which were playing with the ends of the cord holding the robe together.
"You've looked in a mirror before right?"
Judging by the silence that filled the room Willow knew that she wasn't going to get out of it with some Willow humour. Deciding that honesty was the only way to go, Willow took a deep breath.
"Well because you're everything that I'm not. I mean you could have anyone you wanted so the likelihood of you settling with second rate is pretty small. Look at your last girlfriend for example, she was drop dead gorgeous. Why would you settle for a beat up old Toyota when you could have a brand new BMW instead?"
As she listened to what Willow was saying Tara clenched her jaw, a simmering anger beginning to surface. Why does she always do that, put herself down like she's nothing? Doesn't she know how wonderful she is, how warm and caring? And there is no way that Karen ever looked that hot in a bathrobe.
Unable to stop herself Tara reached up and gently cupped Willows face in her hands. "Stop it. Willow stop putting yourself down like that."
Unable to look away Willow met her friends gaze using all of her self control to not look away.
"How can you know what I want, how I feel when I didn't even know? Last night when you said those things, when you kissed me it was a big surprise. I didn't have the slightest clue that you have feelings for me Will."
Tara watched as Willow blinked away the tears that had been forming. The redheads shoulders slumped slightly as sadness clouded her normally sparkling green eyes.
It was all too much for Tara as the sight of Willow in pain caused her heart to ache. In that moment Tara knew without a doubt that she never wanted her Willow to suffer, never wanted her to be sad again.
As her thumbs began to caress the soft skin of Willow's face she tried to reassure her that everything would be ok.
"When you ran out of the Bronze like that it scared me Will. Then when you didn't come home I was so worried. I didn't know where you were or what you were doing. It felt like part of me was missing."
Silence once again fell upon the room as both women regarded one another, gazing into each others eyes. And then Willow watched as the most amazing thing happened, Tara leant in and kissed her.
It was a chaste, gentle kiss as lips barely grazed. Then as both women became more confident mouths meet more firmly as they tried to convey a message that words seemed unable to express.
For Willow it was everything she had always dreamt of. OH MY GOD Tara is kissing me. T A R A is k i s s i n g me. TARA IS KISSING ME.
As for Tara the feeling of Willow's warm, soft skin against her own was something she wanted to feel over and over again. OH MY GOD I'm kissing Willow. I'm k i s s i n g Willow. I'M KISSING WILLOW.
Finally breaking the kiss both women were breathing hard. Tara couldn't help flashing one of her trademark lopsided grins as she watched a myriad of emotions and thoughts appear on Willow's face. First was shock and confusion, followed by a realisation that led to pure joy as a megawatt Willow smile erupted.
"Will, I think we've kinda done things backwards. Aren't we supposed to go out on a date or two before we kiss?"
Willow's smile faded for a moment before it reappeared even brighter than before. "In that case, Tara will you go out with me?"
The End.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
CSI: Needing Her (R)
Pairing: Sara Sidle/Sofia Curtis.
Summary: She doesn’t just want Sara, she needs her.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
* * * *
Catherine, Wendy and I are sitting in a booth towards the back corner of the club waiting for Sara to arrive. She's been out at some little hick town for the last couple of days working a case with Nick.
While we had talked on the phone several times a day her absence was driving me crazy. I miss her smile, her sparkling eyes, the slight swagger of her walk and most of all I miss her body in my bed.
We've only been together a few months but I am well and truly addicted to Sara Sidle. When I told Catherine that Sara and I were together she just couldn't get what it is I see in her. She didn't mean it in a nasty way, in fact she and Sara have become quite close, but as she put it, Sara is all freezing cold to my sizzling hot.
I know that Sara gives off the whole ice queen vibe but as I quickly discovered that is just all show while she's at work. Get her out of hours and she is a warm, caring, extremely sensual being.
She is genuinely funny, often keeping me in fits of laughter that leave me breathless. And speaking of breathless, once I got her into bed I found that she is far from a cold fish. Who knew that Sara Sidle was up for pretty much anything that she thinks sounds even remotely appealing.
Making love with Sara can be gentle and slow or if the mood strikes it can be rough and down right kinky. She has made it clear that she will never do anything that I don't want her too and will never, ever hurt me. It made me love her more.
I know she has only been gone a couple of days but try telling that to my body. I yearn for her. I need to see her, feel her next to me, against me. My body is one giant ball of throbbing need.
I'm wondering why the hell I agreed to come out tonight when all I want to do when Sara gets back is get her home so that she can have me bouncing off the walls.
As if by magic, there she is. Standing in the doorway looking around to see where we are. Her whole face lights up when she sees me and she makes her way over. I can't keep a smug grin off my face as several women watch her progress with a great deal of interest. Keep your hands off ladies, that hottie is ALL mine.
* * * *
One hour we lasted at the club. Well actually it was more like forty five minutes. We had a drink and talked to Catherine and Wendy while we cuddled in the booth.
Once we hit the dance floor though I was a goner. The feel of her body against mine while her hands went on a little expedition underneath my shirt pushed me over the edge of sanity.
We waved in the general direction of Cath and Wendy who were making out in the booth before making for the exit.
Mustering up the last of our self control we sped off towards Sara's place, fighting the urge to get it on in my truck the whole way there.
Slamming the door behind us we couldn't keep our hands and mouths off each other as we made our way to the bedroom. By the time Sara pushed me back onto her huge bed I'd somehow ended up naked.
I didn't really care how I ended up that way without consciously knowing it because I had far more important things to do, like watching as Sara ever so slowly undressed.
My craving for her, my need intensified as each piece of clothing came off. I had a sudden empathy with drug addicts, the only difference between us being that my drug of choice was a hot brunette who at this very moment was on her hands and knees hovering above me.
We stayed motionless on the bed simply staring into each others eyes. I saw every emotion that I was feeling reflected back at me in her amazing pools of brown. Sara's need for me equal to that of my own for her.
The air around us seemed to thicken and before I could say anything she was upon me. The delicious feel of her weight on top of me quickly overtaken by the sensations her mouth and hands were leaving in their wake.
For hours we consumed each other. Caressed and explored every inch of the other's body. Sara granted my wish and well and truly had me bouncing off the walls and I did my best to do the same for her.
Afterwards we lay together with limbs entwined. We talked. We lay in silence. Simply enjoying the closeness we have, the us that we have created.
The End.
While we had talked on the phone several times a day her absence was driving me crazy. I miss her smile, her sparkling eyes, the slight swagger of her walk and most of all I miss her body in my bed.
We've only been together a few months but I am well and truly addicted to Sara Sidle. When I told Catherine that Sara and I were together she just couldn't get what it is I see in her. She didn't mean it in a nasty way, in fact she and Sara have become quite close, but as she put it, Sara is all freezing cold to my sizzling hot.
I know that Sara gives off the whole ice queen vibe but as I quickly discovered that is just all show while she's at work. Get her out of hours and she is a warm, caring, extremely sensual being.
She is genuinely funny, often keeping me in fits of laughter that leave me breathless. And speaking of breathless, once I got her into bed I found that she is far from a cold fish. Who knew that Sara Sidle was up for pretty much anything that she thinks sounds even remotely appealing.
Making love with Sara can be gentle and slow or if the mood strikes it can be rough and down right kinky. She has made it clear that she will never do anything that I don't want her too and will never, ever hurt me. It made me love her more.
I know she has only been gone a couple of days but try telling that to my body. I yearn for her. I need to see her, feel her next to me, against me. My body is one giant ball of throbbing need.
I'm wondering why the hell I agreed to come out tonight when all I want to do when Sara gets back is get her home so that she can have me bouncing off the walls.
As if by magic, there she is. Standing in the doorway looking around to see where we are. Her whole face lights up when she sees me and she makes her way over. I can't keep a smug grin off my face as several women watch her progress with a great deal of interest. Keep your hands off ladies, that hottie is ALL mine.
* * * *
One hour we lasted at the club. Well actually it was more like forty five minutes. We had a drink and talked to Catherine and Wendy while we cuddled in the booth.
Once we hit the dance floor though I was a goner. The feel of her body against mine while her hands went on a little expedition underneath my shirt pushed me over the edge of sanity.
We waved in the general direction of Cath and Wendy who were making out in the booth before making for the exit.
Mustering up the last of our self control we sped off towards Sara's place, fighting the urge to get it on in my truck the whole way there.
Slamming the door behind us we couldn't keep our hands and mouths off each other as we made our way to the bedroom. By the time Sara pushed me back onto her huge bed I'd somehow ended up naked.
I didn't really care how I ended up that way without consciously knowing it because I had far more important things to do, like watching as Sara ever so slowly undressed.
My craving for her, my need intensified as each piece of clothing came off. I had a sudden empathy with drug addicts, the only difference between us being that my drug of choice was a hot brunette who at this very moment was on her hands and knees hovering above me.
We stayed motionless on the bed simply staring into each others eyes. I saw every emotion that I was feeling reflected back at me in her amazing pools of brown. Sara's need for me equal to that of my own for her.
The air around us seemed to thicken and before I could say anything she was upon me. The delicious feel of her weight on top of me quickly overtaken by the sensations her mouth and hands were leaving in their wake.
For hours we consumed each other. Caressed and explored every inch of the other's body. Sara granted my wish and well and truly had me bouncing off the walls and I did my best to do the same for her.
Afterwards we lay together with limbs entwined. We talked. We lay in silence. Simply enjoying the closeness we have, the us that we have created.
The End.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Distracted (NR-17)
Pairing: Willow Rosenberg/Tara Maclay.
Summary: Our girls are home alone and Tara needs some Willow loving.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Josh Whedon and is Copyright © Mutant Enemy Productions and 20th Century Fox.
Summary: Our girls are home alone and Tara needs some Willow loving.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Josh Whedon and is Copyright © Mutant Enemy Productions and 20th Century Fox.
* * * *
Tara sighed for about the hundredth time in the space of an hour. While Willow was working on the final part of a contract the blonde had decided to do some painting. The problem was that she couldn't get in to the right frame of mind. Normally as soon as Tara walked into her home studio she was "in the zone" as Willow called it and could paint and draw for hours.
But today, well today she just didn't have it going on and it was all her redheaded lovers fault. Why did Willow have to look so damn sexy today? It had all started when Willow had arrived home from her early morning jog. When she had announced to Tara that she was going to start jogging several times a week with Buffy Tara had thought she was insane. But as the months went by Tara had gained an appreciation for her lover's newly "exercise enhanced" body.
Having changed into an old t-shirt and sweat pants Tara was just finishing breakfast when Willow bound in through the back door. As soon as Tara laid eyes on the redhead her day was done. I'm sure I was going to do something in particular today, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was.
Babbling away only a few short feet away was a goddess. A sweaty, dishevelled goddess who was at this very minute bending over in mid stretch. Oh yes, don't forget about the stretching. Very, very important for Willow to stretch after any form of exercise.
Her verbal skills having abandoned her Tara could only ogle Willow. The t-shirt and shorts that the redhead wore were soaked with perspiration, clinging to her body. The bits of skin that were exposed were glistening with sweat and her hair was plastered to her head. Oh my, what I wouldn't give to be a sports bra right about now!
Tara must have been nodding at all the right times because Willow had continued their conversation, moved over to kiss Tara good morning and headed upstairs to shower and change.
Having caught something about a phone conference and finishing by lunch time Tara had watched her lover walk up the stairs. The blonde had craned her neck to keep Willow in her sights as long as possible before she disappeared down the hall. Watch the drool Maclay, don't wanna drown before I get another piece of that action.
Snapping out of her trance Tara quickly did the dishes and tidied the kitchen before going into her studio and closing the door. Picking up her sketch pad Tara stared at the blank page, pencil in hand. Three hours later Tara surrendered. Too hard to concentrate with Willow on my face . . . . MIND, on my mind! Oh god, it's finally happened, I've turned into a nymphomaniac. I must go and break the news to Willow.
Giving in to her sexual frustration Tara threw caution to the wind and decided to go get her girl. Gently knocking on the door to Willow's office Tara waited several seconds and then opened it. Willow was talking on the phone but waved for Tara to come in.
Tara stood near the desk watching as Willow idly wound the phone cord around her index finger as she talked. Several minutes later she bid her farewells and hung up the phone. "Hey baby, how's my famous artist going?"
Moving around to stand in front of Willow, Tara leaned back against the desk. "Are you finished for the day Will?"
"Well as a matter of fact Ms Maclay I am free for the rest of the day. What did you have in mind?"
Tara moved to sit on Willow's lap, straddling her lover. Before Willow could say anything Tara leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was demanding and passionate. Before long the lovers were devouring each other with abandon.
Several long minutes later they broke the kiss, both panting as they tried to catch their breaths. "For the rest of the day Ms Rosenberg I have in mind lots and lots of sex."
Before Willow could reply Tara stood up and stripped off her pants and t-shirt before resuming her position straddling her lover.
Willow let her eyes take in Tara's glorious body. "My. My. No bra and going commando. Whatever shall I do with you?"
Taking Willows hands and placing them on her breasts Tara let the redhead have one of her trade mark lopsided grins. "I'm sure you can think of something."
Willow spent the next few minutes worshipping every inch of Tara's breasts with her hands and mouth. Slowly her right hand headed south, drawing patterns on Tara's stomach before moving even lower.
Ever so slowly Willow entered Tara with two fingers and began thrusting, using slow, firm strokes.
Willow's world was filled with Tara. Her smell, her taste and the feel of her body rubbing against her own. Plus the sounds that the blonde was making were driving Willow insane. Tara's moans were gradually getting louder, interspersed with the occasional growl.
As Tara began to move against Willow, riding her hand she gripped the back of the chair and moved her head so that she could look into the pools of green that she loved so much.
Willow added a third finger and moved her thumb so that it rubbed against Tara's clit. The reaction was immediate. Tara began moving faster and her moans gave way to a high pitched keening noise that normally meant she was about to come.
"Oh fuck, Tara!" Willow's orgasm took them both by surprise and was the last thing Tara needed to push her over the edge. "Oh baby, yessssssss!"
Tara came several times in quick succession, her body finally coming to a stop, slumped against Willow. Wrapping her arms around her lover the redhead whispered words of love as Tara desperately tried to catch her breath.
Several minutes of cuddling later the lover's kissed, igniting the flame again. "Tara, I think we should move this to somewhere a little more comfortable." Tara quickly got to her feet, grabbed Willow by the hand and dragged her towards the door. Oh, someone's a little frisky today.
Her thoughts were cut short as she found herself laying on her back on the couch in the living room. "Umm baby, I kinda had the bed in mind when I suggested somewhere more comfy."
Tara pouted before a devilish grin broke out. "But you see the bedroom is ALL the way upstairs. The couch is right here. You're all nice and comfy on the couch right?"
Deciding not to bother with an answer Willow reached up and pulled the blonde down on top of her and kissed her senseless. Can't fault her logic there. After all the couch is comfortable.
After kissing for several minutes Tara finally had enough of trying to fight with Willow's clothes to get access to Willowskin. Kneeling down in front of the couch Tara helped Willow get naked. "Well I see I'm not the only one who went braless today."
Willow wiggled her eyebrows at the blonde, who in turn pounced on her lover. As their mouths met in a searing kiss hands were seemingly everywhere at once. Willow moved to grab Tara's butt, helping to establish a rhythm as they began to grind against one another.
After breaking the kiss Willow and Tara stared into each others eyes as their bodies moved together. Tara was suddenly filled with the most incredible hunger. "Baby. Need. To. Taste. You."
Moving down her lover's body, leaving a trail of kisses Tara's need was inflamed by the deep, throaty growls coming from her girl. The first taste made her light headed. The smell and taste of her lover made her own body throb with need as Willow screamed her name.
* * * *
The rest of the morning and indeed all of the afternoon was spent having as Tara had predicted "lots of sex". The sturdiness of the couch was well and truly tested, passing with flying colours.
Tara now lay on her back with Willow on top of her using her breasts for a pillow. Running her fingers through red hair Tara was far too relaxed to think about anything except how happy she was. She was about to voice this when another thought appeared. I was right the first time, too hard to concentrate with Willow on my face.
As laughter escaped her a puzzled Willow looked up. "What?"
"Nothing my love. Just happy, just very happy."
The End.
Tara sighed for about the hundredth time in the space of an hour. While Willow was working on the final part of a contract the blonde had decided to do some painting. The problem was that she couldn't get in to the right frame of mind. Normally as soon as Tara walked into her home studio she was "in the zone" as Willow called it and could paint and draw for hours.
But today, well today she just didn't have it going on and it was all her redheaded lovers fault. Why did Willow have to look so damn sexy today? It had all started when Willow had arrived home from her early morning jog. When she had announced to Tara that she was going to start jogging several times a week with Buffy Tara had thought she was insane. But as the months went by Tara had gained an appreciation for her lover's newly "exercise enhanced" body.
Having changed into an old t-shirt and sweat pants Tara was just finishing breakfast when Willow bound in through the back door. As soon as Tara laid eyes on the redhead her day was done. I'm sure I was going to do something in particular today, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was.
Babbling away only a few short feet away was a goddess. A sweaty, dishevelled goddess who was at this very minute bending over in mid stretch. Oh yes, don't forget about the stretching. Very, very important for Willow to stretch after any form of exercise.
Her verbal skills having abandoned her Tara could only ogle Willow. The t-shirt and shorts that the redhead wore were soaked with perspiration, clinging to her body. The bits of skin that were exposed were glistening with sweat and her hair was plastered to her head. Oh my, what I wouldn't give to be a sports bra right about now!
Tara must have been nodding at all the right times because Willow had continued their conversation, moved over to kiss Tara good morning and headed upstairs to shower and change.
Having caught something about a phone conference and finishing by lunch time Tara had watched her lover walk up the stairs. The blonde had craned her neck to keep Willow in her sights as long as possible before she disappeared down the hall. Watch the drool Maclay, don't wanna drown before I get another piece of that action.
Snapping out of her trance Tara quickly did the dishes and tidied the kitchen before going into her studio and closing the door. Picking up her sketch pad Tara stared at the blank page, pencil in hand. Three hours later Tara surrendered. Too hard to concentrate with Willow on my face . . . . MIND, on my mind! Oh god, it's finally happened, I've turned into a nymphomaniac. I must go and break the news to Willow.
Giving in to her sexual frustration Tara threw caution to the wind and decided to go get her girl. Gently knocking on the door to Willow's office Tara waited several seconds and then opened it. Willow was talking on the phone but waved for Tara to come in.
Tara stood near the desk watching as Willow idly wound the phone cord around her index finger as she talked. Several minutes later she bid her farewells and hung up the phone. "Hey baby, how's my famous artist going?"
Moving around to stand in front of Willow, Tara leaned back against the desk. "Are you finished for the day Will?"
"Well as a matter of fact Ms Maclay I am free for the rest of the day. What did you have in mind?"
Tara moved to sit on Willow's lap, straddling her lover. Before Willow could say anything Tara leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was demanding and passionate. Before long the lovers were devouring each other with abandon.
Several long minutes later they broke the kiss, both panting as they tried to catch their breaths. "For the rest of the day Ms Rosenberg I have in mind lots and lots of sex."
Before Willow could reply Tara stood up and stripped off her pants and t-shirt before resuming her position straddling her lover.
Willow let her eyes take in Tara's glorious body. "My. My. No bra and going commando. Whatever shall I do with you?"
Taking Willows hands and placing them on her breasts Tara let the redhead have one of her trade mark lopsided grins. "I'm sure you can think of something."
Willow spent the next few minutes worshipping every inch of Tara's breasts with her hands and mouth. Slowly her right hand headed south, drawing patterns on Tara's stomach before moving even lower.
Ever so slowly Willow entered Tara with two fingers and began thrusting, using slow, firm strokes.
Willow's world was filled with Tara. Her smell, her taste and the feel of her body rubbing against her own. Plus the sounds that the blonde was making were driving Willow insane. Tara's moans were gradually getting louder, interspersed with the occasional growl.
As Tara began to move against Willow, riding her hand she gripped the back of the chair and moved her head so that she could look into the pools of green that she loved so much.
Willow added a third finger and moved her thumb so that it rubbed against Tara's clit. The reaction was immediate. Tara began moving faster and her moans gave way to a high pitched keening noise that normally meant she was about to come.
"Oh fuck, Tara!" Willow's orgasm took them both by surprise and was the last thing Tara needed to push her over the edge. "Oh baby, yessssssss!"
Tara came several times in quick succession, her body finally coming to a stop, slumped against Willow. Wrapping her arms around her lover the redhead whispered words of love as Tara desperately tried to catch her breath.
Several minutes of cuddling later the lover's kissed, igniting the flame again. "Tara, I think we should move this to somewhere a little more comfortable." Tara quickly got to her feet, grabbed Willow by the hand and dragged her towards the door. Oh, someone's a little frisky today.
Her thoughts were cut short as she found herself laying on her back on the couch in the living room. "Umm baby, I kinda had the bed in mind when I suggested somewhere more comfy."
Tara pouted before a devilish grin broke out. "But you see the bedroom is ALL the way upstairs. The couch is right here. You're all nice and comfy on the couch right?"
Deciding not to bother with an answer Willow reached up and pulled the blonde down on top of her and kissed her senseless. Can't fault her logic there. After all the couch is comfortable.
After kissing for several minutes Tara finally had enough of trying to fight with Willow's clothes to get access to Willowskin. Kneeling down in front of the couch Tara helped Willow get naked. "Well I see I'm not the only one who went braless today."
Willow wiggled her eyebrows at the blonde, who in turn pounced on her lover. As their mouths met in a searing kiss hands were seemingly everywhere at once. Willow moved to grab Tara's butt, helping to establish a rhythm as they began to grind against one another.
After breaking the kiss Willow and Tara stared into each others eyes as their bodies moved together. Tara was suddenly filled with the most incredible hunger. "Baby. Need. To. Taste. You."
Moving down her lover's body, leaving a trail of kisses Tara's need was inflamed by the deep, throaty growls coming from her girl. The first taste made her light headed. The smell and taste of her lover made her own body throb with need as Willow screamed her name.
* * * *
The rest of the morning and indeed all of the afternoon was spent having as Tara had predicted "lots of sex". The sturdiness of the couch was well and truly tested, passing with flying colours.
Tara now lay on her back with Willow on top of her using her breasts for a pillow. Running her fingers through red hair Tara was far too relaxed to think about anything except how happy she was. She was about to voice this when another thought appeared. I was right the first time, too hard to concentrate with Willow on my face.
As laughter escaped her a puzzled Willow looked up. "What?"
"Nothing my love. Just happy, just very happy."
The End.
Monday, March 19, 2012
CSI: Almost Gone (PG-13)
Pairing: Sara Sidle/Catherine Willows.
Summary: Sometimes you need to nearly lose the thing you want most to give you the courage to reach for it.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
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God there's so much blood.
Summary: Sometimes you need to nearly lose the thing you want most to give you the courage to reach for it.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
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God there's so much blood.
Blood everywhere, bright crimson the only colour I see.
It oozes between my fingers as I desperately apply pressure to her stomach. It's not her only wound, but it's by far the worst.
I've pushed everything else to the periphery. The only thing I see is her, as my brain slowly processes everything that has happened in the last couple of minutes. It files everything in order to form this nightmare of a reality that is ripping me apart.
The sound of gun shots tearing through the night, the sound of running and more shots being fired and the frantic shouts coming from inside the house.
"OFFICER DOWN, OFFICER DOWN."
Its funny how when you look back on moments in your life, you remember the weirdest, most insignificant thing. As I got closer to her all I could think about was the fact that her kit had been knocked over.
I was consumed with the thought that she would be no end of pissed when she saw its contents scattered all over the floor. The majority of it now splattered with blood, contaminated and unusable.
It was a second later that I realised that the blood was hers and that right at this moment she wasn't in any position to give a shit.
I fell to my knees next to her and knew straight away it wasn't good. There was already a pool of blood forming on the floor.
And this is where I find myself. Pushing down on her stomach while Sofia does the same to a nasty looking shoulder wound.
She had been reasonably alert when Sofia and I had gotten to her, but as the precious seconds tick by she is slipping just that little bit further away from us, away from me.
We are both talking to her, saying anything that pops into our heads. She is looking up at the ceiling, her eyes staying closed longer and longer in between blinks.
I have always loved her eyes. They are always so expressive, so alive even when she has on her cool "I am an ice queen" game face. But now, each time she opens them it is a struggle. Each time she opens them, the deep, sparkling pools of brown that I long for are becoming duller.
I was concentrating on her so hard that I didn't hear the ambulance pull up. I only knew the medics had arrived when I was man handled out of the way so that they could get to her.
The next thing I know, I'm sitting next to Sofia in the waiting room of the hospital doing what I absolutely hate with a passion - waiting. We're both sitting here in overalls, having been processed for evidence which included giving them our clothes.
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It wasn't until after she had been brought out of surgery that we all found out how close we had come to losing her.
The doctor who came to see us explained that Sara had died once in the ambulance and twice on the operating table. Luckily, each time they had been able to bring her back.
All that keeps bouncing around in my head is that Sara had almost gone.
He had been candid enough to reveal that he was surprised that she survived. Well I've got news for him Sara Sidle is one tough cookie. It will take a hell of a lot more than a couple of bullets to kill her.
I feel as though I've been cast adrift on the ocean, with no map, no markings to find my way. My feelings for Sara had long ago developed into something that I had been trying to deny and right now for the life of me I can't think why.
Suddenly all my logical, well thought out excuses for why I haven't taken a chance seem hollow. As I sit next to Sara's hospital bed I know that when she is well enough I am going to roll the dice and take perhaps the biggest gamble that I've ever taken with my heart.
Because I love her.
The End.
It oozes between my fingers as I desperately apply pressure to her stomach. It's not her only wound, but it's by far the worst.
I've pushed everything else to the periphery. The only thing I see is her, as my brain slowly processes everything that has happened in the last couple of minutes. It files everything in order to form this nightmare of a reality that is ripping me apart.
The sound of gun shots tearing through the night, the sound of running and more shots being fired and the frantic shouts coming from inside the house.
"OFFICER DOWN, OFFICER DOWN."
Its funny how when you look back on moments in your life, you remember the weirdest, most insignificant thing. As I got closer to her all I could think about was the fact that her kit had been knocked over.
I was consumed with the thought that she would be no end of pissed when she saw its contents scattered all over the floor. The majority of it now splattered with blood, contaminated and unusable.
It was a second later that I realised that the blood was hers and that right at this moment she wasn't in any position to give a shit.
I fell to my knees next to her and knew straight away it wasn't good. There was already a pool of blood forming on the floor.
And this is where I find myself. Pushing down on her stomach while Sofia does the same to a nasty looking shoulder wound.
She had been reasonably alert when Sofia and I had gotten to her, but as the precious seconds tick by she is slipping just that little bit further away from us, away from me.
We are both talking to her, saying anything that pops into our heads. She is looking up at the ceiling, her eyes staying closed longer and longer in between blinks.
I have always loved her eyes. They are always so expressive, so alive even when she has on her cool "I am an ice queen" game face. But now, each time she opens them it is a struggle. Each time she opens them, the deep, sparkling pools of brown that I long for are becoming duller.
I was concentrating on her so hard that I didn't hear the ambulance pull up. I only knew the medics had arrived when I was man handled out of the way so that they could get to her.
The next thing I know, I'm sitting next to Sofia in the waiting room of the hospital doing what I absolutely hate with a passion - waiting. We're both sitting here in overalls, having been processed for evidence which included giving them our clothes.
* * * *
It wasn't until after she had been brought out of surgery that we all found out how close we had come to losing her.
The doctor who came to see us explained that Sara had died once in the ambulance and twice on the operating table. Luckily, each time they had been able to bring her back.
All that keeps bouncing around in my head is that Sara had almost gone.
He had been candid enough to reveal that he was surprised that she survived. Well I've got news for him Sara Sidle is one tough cookie. It will take a hell of a lot more than a couple of bullets to kill her.
I feel as though I've been cast adrift on the ocean, with no map, no markings to find my way. My feelings for Sara had long ago developed into something that I had been trying to deny and right now for the life of me I can't think why.
Suddenly all my logical, well thought out excuses for why I haven't taken a chance seem hollow. As I sit next to Sara's hospital bed I know that when she is well enough I am going to roll the dice and take perhaps the biggest gamble that I've ever taken with my heart.
Because I love her.
The End.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
CSI: I Want (NR-17)
Pairing: Sara Sidle/Catherine Willows or Sara Sidle/Sofia Curtis.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
Summary: I couldn't decide whether this was a Sara/Sofia story or a Sara/Catherine story so I'll let you decide for yourself who you think it is. It is from either Sofia or Catherine's point of view.
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I want her to grab me and pull me tight against her body.
I want her to kiss me hard, crush our lips together.
I want her tongue to plunder my mouth.
I want her to drag me into our bedroom. Undress me and throw me onto the bed.
I want her to tease me while she undresses.
I want her to explore me with her hands and mouth. Caress me as she licks and sucks.
I want to watch as she moves down my body. See her fuck me with her tongue.
I want her to hear me scream her name. Watch me as I come.
I want her to strap it on, thick and long. As many inches as she wants.
I want her above me, her body pressing me into the mattress.
I want her to sink into me, fill me.
I want it slow, teasing.
I want it hard, our bodies slapping together.
I want to see her come, listen to the sounds that she makes. Hear my name.
I want to be below her and above. Riding her hard.
I want her to take me from behind, while I'm on my hands and knees.
I want her to take control. Have me anyway she wants.
I want her to dominate, rid herself of some of her ghosts.
I want her to prove to herself she is not like them. Not capable of hurting, abusing. Only expressing her desires, her love.
I want these things for her, for us.
She needs.
I want.
The End.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
Summary: I couldn't decide whether this was a Sara/Sofia story or a Sara/Catherine story so I'll let you decide for yourself who you think it is. It is from either Sofia or Catherine's point of view.
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I want her to grab me and pull me tight against her body.
I want her to kiss me hard, crush our lips together.
I want her tongue to plunder my mouth.
I want her to drag me into our bedroom. Undress me and throw me onto the bed.
I want her to tease me while she undresses.
I want her to explore me with her hands and mouth. Caress me as she licks and sucks.
I want to watch as she moves down my body. See her fuck me with her tongue.
I want her to hear me scream her name. Watch me as I come.
I want her to strap it on, thick and long. As many inches as she wants.
I want her above me, her body pressing me into the mattress.
I want her to sink into me, fill me.
I want it slow, teasing.
I want it hard, our bodies slapping together.
I want to see her come, listen to the sounds that she makes. Hear my name.
I want to be below her and above. Riding her hard.
I want her to take me from behind, while I'm on my hands and knees.
I want her to take control. Have me anyway she wants.
I want her to dominate, rid herself of some of her ghosts.
I want her to prove to herself she is not like them. Not capable of hurting, abusing. Only expressing her desires, her love.
I want these things for her, for us.
She needs.
I want.
The End.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Lost Girl - Safe Word (R)
Pairing: Bo Dennis/Lauren Lewis.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
This is dedicated to JJ over at the doccubus.com forums - this story was inspired by her avatar.
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Bo frowned, suddenly unsure of herself and what she had just suggested. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Lauren simply nodded and moved to straddle Bo's hips. She leaned in for a kiss and they were soon making out like a couple of teenagers.
When Bo couldn't wait any longer, she gently pushed Lauren off her, taking her by the hand she led her upstairs.
Both women undressed slowly, enjoying the sight of more and more exposed skin. Once she was naked, Bo slid onto the bed, laying in the centre, her arms extended above her head.
Lauren found the first silk scarf and tied Bo's left wrist to the bed post. Climbing onto the bed and straddling Bo, she reached up and tied the other wrist, pulling each scarf to make sure they were secure.
The anticipation of what was about to happen made Bo moan as she pulled on her bindings, testing their strength.
Leaning forward, Lauren brushed her lips against Bo's. “Babe, we're going to need a safe word.”
Bo nearly laughed as the perfect word came to her. As she looked up at Lauren she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. “Isotopes.”
Lauren raised her eyebrows. “Isotopes, really?”
Bo's smile widened, “I'm 100% sure Dr Lewis. Isotopes.”
Lauren moved so that her body is covering Bo's, making sure to press her weight down on to the succubus.
Bo couldn't contain the throaty moan from escaping at the full body contact.
Lauren grinned down at her lover, “Isotopes it is then.”
The End.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
This is dedicated to JJ over at the doccubus.com forums - this story was inspired by her avatar.
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Bo frowned, suddenly unsure of herself and what she had just suggested. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Lauren simply nodded and moved to straddle Bo's hips. She leaned in for a kiss and they were soon making out like a couple of teenagers.
When Bo couldn't wait any longer, she gently pushed Lauren off her, taking her by the hand she led her upstairs.
Both women undressed slowly, enjoying the sight of more and more exposed skin. Once she was naked, Bo slid onto the bed, laying in the centre, her arms extended above her head.
Lauren found the first silk scarf and tied Bo's left wrist to the bed post. Climbing onto the bed and straddling Bo, she reached up and tied the other wrist, pulling each scarf to make sure they were secure.
The anticipation of what was about to happen made Bo moan as she pulled on her bindings, testing their strength.
Leaning forward, Lauren brushed her lips against Bo's. “Babe, we're going to need a safe word.”
Bo nearly laughed as the perfect word came to her. As she looked up at Lauren she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. “Isotopes.”
Lauren raised her eyebrows. “Isotopes, really?”
Bo's smile widened, “I'm 100% sure Dr Lewis. Isotopes.”
Lauren moved so that her body is covering Bo's, making sure to press her weight down on to the succubus.
Bo couldn't contain the throaty moan from escaping at the full body contact.
Lauren grinned down at her lover, “Isotopes it is then.”
The End.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Lost Girl - A Walk in the Park (G)
Pairing: Bo Dennis/Lauren Lewis.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
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Some days I think about my life and where I would be if I'd never gone to the Congo. Nadia and I would probably be living the dream with a house, the white picket fence and maybe even a couple of kids.
Sometimes I long for that life. But then I realise that if I had it, I wouldn't know the things I do or know the people I have in my life and that just doesn't seem right. I turn away from the passenger side window and glance at Bo, who's concentrating on the road.
I think of the conversation we had what feels like forever ago. Bo wants a normal life with the white picket fence. It's something I desperately want for her and if I'm honest with myself, I want to live that life with her. But I made a choice that ruined any chance of Bo and I being together, so someone else will get to live that life.
I turn my attention back to the world outside the passenger side window and can't help smiling at what I see. "Bo, pull over."
She looks at me like I've lost my mind, but pulls the car over anyway. I exit the car and don't wait for Bo to join me before I walk towards the ice cream van. "What flavour would you like?"
Bo shakes her head and laughs at me as I order a chocolate ice cream cone. When I turn to face her, waiting for her order she rolls her eyes. "Strawberry."
I hand Bo her ice cream and head over to the nearest park bench without waiting for her. I'm pretty low on her good guy list at the moment so I half expect her to stay away from me and to be honest I think I need some alone time.
Sitting down on the bench I watch as Bo debates with herself on what to do. I close my eyes and lean back, enjoying the sun on my face as I savour my ice cream. I'm taken back to my childhood when we'd go to the park for a picnic and if I was really lucky dad would buy me an ice cream.
I'm pulled from my memories by the bench moving as someone sits next to me. I open my eyes and meet Bo's curious gaze, “what were you thinking about just then?”
I can feel myself blushing, "just some good memories." We fall into an awkward silence as we eat our ice creams. I feel myself slip back into my cool ice queen facade and it makes me a little sad, it reminds me how much I've changed over the last five years.
Finishing my ice cream I push up off the bench. "I'm going to stretch my legs, I'll meet you back at the car." I don't wait for Bo to reply as I head off towards the large pond in the middle of the park.
I try not to think too much about the present as I walk. Taking in the sights and sounds I lose myself in memories of camping and hiking, less complicated times when I didn't have a care in the world.
Watching the birds swoop, dive and swim on the water relaxes me and I lose track of time as I enjoy my surroundings. I nearly jump out of my skin when something touches my hand and I feel a presence beside me.
I turn my head and see a smiling Bo standing beside me. As I look down I see that she is holding my hand, our fingers interlaced. Not for the first time, I think how perfectly our hands fit together.
Turning back to the pond I feel relaxed and happy for the first time in a very long time. We enjoy the scenery in silence for a few minutes before Bo gently squeezes my hand. I focus my attention back to her and she moves to stand in front of me, our bodies almost touching.
Reaching up, Bo cups my cheek with her hand brushing her thumb against my skin. I gasp at the touch which earns a smile from Bo. She leans forward and brushes her lips against mine, “you're so beautiful.”
There's so much I want to tell Bo, I've got so much to say but for the life of me I can't find the words. She smiles at me, her beautiful eyes sparkling before she becomes serious. “Lauren, there's so much we need to talk about.”
I sign in frustration at my inability to form a coherent sentence as Bo brings our joined hands up so she can kiss the back of my hand.
“Let's just pretend we're on our first date. We'll take a walk in the park and make awkward first date conversation and take it from there.”
I can't help but laugh, Bo sure has some crazy ideas sometimes. I nod my head and we head off along the path surrounding the pond. Yes, just a walk in the park. . . .
The End.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
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Some days I think about my life and where I would be if I'd never gone to the Congo. Nadia and I would probably be living the dream with a house, the white picket fence and maybe even a couple of kids.
Sometimes I long for that life. But then I realise that if I had it, I wouldn't know the things I do or know the people I have in my life and that just doesn't seem right. I turn away from the passenger side window and glance at Bo, who's concentrating on the road.
I think of the conversation we had what feels like forever ago. Bo wants a normal life with the white picket fence. It's something I desperately want for her and if I'm honest with myself, I want to live that life with her. But I made a choice that ruined any chance of Bo and I being together, so someone else will get to live that life.
I turn my attention back to the world outside the passenger side window and can't help smiling at what I see. "Bo, pull over."
She looks at me like I've lost my mind, but pulls the car over anyway. I exit the car and don't wait for Bo to join me before I walk towards the ice cream van. "What flavour would you like?"
Bo shakes her head and laughs at me as I order a chocolate ice cream cone. When I turn to face her, waiting for her order she rolls her eyes. "Strawberry."
I hand Bo her ice cream and head over to the nearest park bench without waiting for her. I'm pretty low on her good guy list at the moment so I half expect her to stay away from me and to be honest I think I need some alone time.
Sitting down on the bench I watch as Bo debates with herself on what to do. I close my eyes and lean back, enjoying the sun on my face as I savour my ice cream. I'm taken back to my childhood when we'd go to the park for a picnic and if I was really lucky dad would buy me an ice cream.
I'm pulled from my memories by the bench moving as someone sits next to me. I open my eyes and meet Bo's curious gaze, “what were you thinking about just then?”
I can feel myself blushing, "just some good memories." We fall into an awkward silence as we eat our ice creams. I feel myself slip back into my cool ice queen facade and it makes me a little sad, it reminds me how much I've changed over the last five years.
Finishing my ice cream I push up off the bench. "I'm going to stretch my legs, I'll meet you back at the car." I don't wait for Bo to reply as I head off towards the large pond in the middle of the park.
I try not to think too much about the present as I walk. Taking in the sights and sounds I lose myself in memories of camping and hiking, less complicated times when I didn't have a care in the world.
Watching the birds swoop, dive and swim on the water relaxes me and I lose track of time as I enjoy my surroundings. I nearly jump out of my skin when something touches my hand and I feel a presence beside me.
I turn my head and see a smiling Bo standing beside me. As I look down I see that she is holding my hand, our fingers interlaced. Not for the first time, I think how perfectly our hands fit together.
Turning back to the pond I feel relaxed and happy for the first time in a very long time. We enjoy the scenery in silence for a few minutes before Bo gently squeezes my hand. I focus my attention back to her and she moves to stand in front of me, our bodies almost touching.
Reaching up, Bo cups my cheek with her hand brushing her thumb against my skin. I gasp at the touch which earns a smile from Bo. She leans forward and brushes her lips against mine, “you're so beautiful.”
There's so much I want to tell Bo, I've got so much to say but for the life of me I can't find the words. She smiles at me, her beautiful eyes sparkling before she becomes serious. “Lauren, there's so much we need to talk about.”
I sign in frustration at my inability to form a coherent sentence as Bo brings our joined hands up so she can kiss the back of my hand.
“Let's just pretend we're on our first date. We'll take a walk in the park and make awkward first date conversation and take it from there.”
I can't help but laugh, Bo sure has some crazy ideas sometimes. I nod my head and we head off along the path surrounding the pond. Yes, just a walk in the park. . . .
The End.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Lost Girl - Something New 2 (NR-17)
Pairing: Bo Dennis/Lauren Lewis.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
Something New was only supposed to be a one off, but then I decided to write a second half - enjoy!!
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I can't get the other night out of my head.
Lauren is at the bar talking to Trick and I have to say she is looking even hotter than normal – and that's saying something.
I've resisted long enough, so I make my way to her and interrupt them, “sorry Trick, but I need to borrow Lauren.”
Taking her hand, I lead her outside. Pushing her against the side of my car I press my body against hers and grind my hips, which earns me the sexiest moan. “I'm going to take us back to your place, I want to take you to bed.”
In no time at all, Lauren is trying to open her door while I press myself against her, kissing her neck. "Babe, I think I'll get this open quicker if you stop distracting me."
I let her go long enough to open the door and step inside. Then we're kissing, hot and hungry as we stumble towards the bedroom, undressing as we go. When we reach our destination I kneel down in front of Lauren, kissing her stomach as I slid her panties off. I lean back on my heels and enjoy the sight of naked Lauren, so damn beautiful.
Standing up I back away, a look of confusion crosses Lauren's face as I move towards my goal. When I open the top draw Lauren's eyes widen and then her whole face lights up. Taking the harness I move back towards her, “help me with this.”
Silence fills the room as I step into the harness and Lauren helps me with the straps. Once everything is in place I take a few moments to get used to the sensation of wearing the strap on.
I thought I would feel silly wearing it, but as I look down at the dildo the thought of what I'm about to do turns me on. When I look back at Lauren she is obviously having similar thoughts as she licks her lips and swallows hard.
Lauren takes my hand and leads me to the bed, I gently push her onto her back and I lay down beside her. I can never get enough of her, so I take my time exploring her body with my hands and mouth.
The sounds she makes as I taste her drive me crazy, she is so damn wet. When she whispers my name as she arches her back I move back up her body and kiss her hard.
Breaking the kiss, I take one of her hands and guide it down to the dildo. I don't want to hurt her, “I want you to guide me ok?”
She spreads her legs a little more and with her other hand on my hip moves my position so I'm on top of her. She guides the dildo closer to her opening, “you won't hurt me, just go slow to start with.”
As the dildo enters her, Lauren lets go of it and gently grips my other hip. I let her control my movements and I'm mesmerised by her. As I enter her further with each thrust, she gasps, her skin becoming more flushed as we never break eye contact.
Our bodies become still for a moment and I can't resist leaning down to kiss her, compared to our earlier kisses it's quite chaste.
Slowly, gently I begin thrusting my hips, the sensation of the harness grinding against me with each push and pull driving me crazy. Our bodies are soon slick with sweat as we move together.
Lauren's hands seem to be everywhere, caressing, teasing my body. When she moans my name I'm lost and I can't hold back any more. Reaching down I take her hand and interlace our fingers. I move to support myself on my elbow, our hands next to Lauren's head, palms pressed together.
I use my other hand to caress Lauren's body as I begin thrusting my hips faster, earning the sexiest moan each time our bodies come together. We've soon settled into a rhythm, the pressure of the harness sending me hurtling towards orgasm.
It only takes a few more thrusts and Lauren is coming, whispering my name as her back arches up off the bed. At the sound of my name I'm lost in my own orgasm. My thrusts become hard and irregular and we come a second time before Lauren wraps her legs around me waist, stopping all movement.
Our ragged breathing fills the room and Lauren holds me in place, my weight pressing down on her. “Am I too heavy?”
She brushes her lips against mine, “no, I love the feel of you against me.”
She kisses me again, this time with more passion and we begin again.
The End.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
Something New was only supposed to be a one off, but then I decided to write a second half - enjoy!!
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I can't get the other night out of my head.
Lauren is at the bar talking to Trick and I have to say she is looking even hotter than normal – and that's saying something.
I've resisted long enough, so I make my way to her and interrupt them, “sorry Trick, but I need to borrow Lauren.”
Taking her hand, I lead her outside. Pushing her against the side of my car I press my body against hers and grind my hips, which earns me the sexiest moan. “I'm going to take us back to your place, I want to take you to bed.”
In no time at all, Lauren is trying to open her door while I press myself against her, kissing her neck. "Babe, I think I'll get this open quicker if you stop distracting me."
I let her go long enough to open the door and step inside. Then we're kissing, hot and hungry as we stumble towards the bedroom, undressing as we go. When we reach our destination I kneel down in front of Lauren, kissing her stomach as I slid her panties off. I lean back on my heels and enjoy the sight of naked Lauren, so damn beautiful.
Standing up I back away, a look of confusion crosses Lauren's face as I move towards my goal. When I open the top draw Lauren's eyes widen and then her whole face lights up. Taking the harness I move back towards her, “help me with this.”
Silence fills the room as I step into the harness and Lauren helps me with the straps. Once everything is in place I take a few moments to get used to the sensation of wearing the strap on.
I thought I would feel silly wearing it, but as I look down at the dildo the thought of what I'm about to do turns me on. When I look back at Lauren she is obviously having similar thoughts as she licks her lips and swallows hard.
Lauren takes my hand and leads me to the bed, I gently push her onto her back and I lay down beside her. I can never get enough of her, so I take my time exploring her body with my hands and mouth.
The sounds she makes as I taste her drive me crazy, she is so damn wet. When she whispers my name as she arches her back I move back up her body and kiss her hard.
Breaking the kiss, I take one of her hands and guide it down to the dildo. I don't want to hurt her, “I want you to guide me ok?”
She spreads her legs a little more and with her other hand on my hip moves my position so I'm on top of her. She guides the dildo closer to her opening, “you won't hurt me, just go slow to start with.”
As the dildo enters her, Lauren lets go of it and gently grips my other hip. I let her control my movements and I'm mesmerised by her. As I enter her further with each thrust, she gasps, her skin becoming more flushed as we never break eye contact.
Our bodies become still for a moment and I can't resist leaning down to kiss her, compared to our earlier kisses it's quite chaste.
Slowly, gently I begin thrusting my hips, the sensation of the harness grinding against me with each push and pull driving me crazy. Our bodies are soon slick with sweat as we move together.
Lauren's hands seem to be everywhere, caressing, teasing my body. When she moans my name I'm lost and I can't hold back any more. Reaching down I take her hand and interlace our fingers. I move to support myself on my elbow, our hands next to Lauren's head, palms pressed together.
I use my other hand to caress Lauren's body as I begin thrusting my hips faster, earning the sexiest moan each time our bodies come together. We've soon settled into a rhythm, the pressure of the harness sending me hurtling towards orgasm.
It only takes a few more thrusts and Lauren is coming, whispering my name as her back arches up off the bed. At the sound of my name I'm lost in my own orgasm. My thrusts become hard and irregular and we come a second time before Lauren wraps her legs around me waist, stopping all movement.
Our ragged breathing fills the room and Lauren holds me in place, my weight pressing down on her. “Am I too heavy?”
She brushes her lips against mine, “no, I love the feel of you against me.”
She kisses me again, this time with more passion and we begin again.
The End.
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