CSI: Fur and Loathing (NR-17)

Pairing:  Sara Sidle/Catherine Willows.
Summary:   Response to my CSI Title Challenge. This episode has some of the funniest lines in it. The first line below would have to be one of my all time favourites.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.

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“Well I like hairy chests but I’m not about to bop a six foot weasel.”

Thoughts of other body parts I like flash through my mind, namely those belonging to a certain brunette. I’m pulled from my pleasant thoughts by Greg who has some results for us.

This case is seriously weird so naturally Gil is fascinated by it. He’s almost giddy when he reads the results.

Greg tilts his head slightly and looks straight at me, “that’s what you get for eating . . . .” He smirks at me, flashes a self satisfied smile and is gone before I can say anything.

He is the only one that knows that Sara and I are together and takes great delight in teasing us. Of late he has been getting even more daring with his comments but we aren’t worried because we know he won’t do anything that could reveal our relationship before we are ready.

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Gil and I are sitting in Jim’s office after rapping this sick puppy up.

I can’t wait to get out of here and spend some time with Lindsay, plus I haven’t seen Sara in what seems like forever.

Gil has the last word on the whole thing. “Fur and Loathing in Las Vegas.”

Before he can launch into another philosophical discussion I say my farewells to them both and get out of there.

Lindsay’s leaving for a week long camp for school today and I want to spend some time with her before I drop her off at the bus.

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I did my parental duty and thoroughly embarrassed Lindsay by giving her a kiss and hug before she got on the bus. As it disappeared around the corner I put my car into gear and headed towards Sara’s apartment.

Making it in record time I was happy that the elevator was working again as the thought of wasting any energy on the stairs didn’t appeal in the slightest.

I was just about to knock on her door again when it flew open to reveal Sara wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants.

Before I had a chance to do or say anything I found myself pressed up against the closed door being kissed senseless.

Without breaking contact we kissed, groped and stumbled until we fell onto Sara’s huge king sized bed. After several sizzling minutes we came up for air lying on our sides facing each other.

I told her all about the case Gil and I had worked and how I couldn’t believe people could get off humping in huge animal suits.

She flashed me a wicked grin that I know means she’s up for some mischief before she pushed me onto my back and settled herself on top of me.

“I don’t know Cat people can get pretty worked up, even when they have clothes on.”

She then began to prove her point by grinding her body against mine. The feel of a naked Sara is amazing but this was all types of wow. The material of my clothes was creating friction that combined with the weight of Sara on top of me and what she was doing with her hands underneath my shirt soon had me coming hard.

Ok so maybe I need to rethink my opinion on the matter, but for now I don’t really have time to think because Sara has managed to get me completely naked and is busy working on taking her clothes off.

She gently slaps my hands away and tells me to roll over onto my stomach. I can hear her moving around on the bed as she talks to me.

“Plus baby, I know some animal related behaviour that you quite enjoy.”

As I hear her open a bed side draw, take something out and then slide the draw closed again I decide that perhaps those people aren’t so strange after all.

After a pause I feel the bed dip as Sara moves to hover above me on her hands and knees. A wave of anticipation washes over me as I feel the pressure of the dildo that she is wearing press into my lower back.

“Tell me baby, do you want to take me for a ride first or do you want to do it doggie style?”

Sweet Jesus, I love it when she gets all bossy in bed.

The End.

CSI: All That She Needs (NR-17)

Pairing:  Catherine Willows/Sara Sidle
Summary:  Sara is worried that she isn’t everything that Catherine wants or needs.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.

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Catherine’s worried about her lover. The past weeks had seen Sara become a little distant. Something was on her mind and Catherine desperately wanted to be there for her, find out what was bothering her and fix it, whatever IT was.

Luckily they both have the weekend off and Catherine had a plan. Sam had been asking her to let Lindsay spend time with him so this weekend her mother was taking Lindsay out to Sam’s ranch to spend some quality gran and gramps time.

And now here they are sitting in their favourite restaurant. Catherine had requested the booth in the back corner because it would give them some privacy. She had also requested it because she was hoping to get Sara to talk to her. Catherine was hoping that some of the memories of the times they had had in this very spot would relax her lover.

Half way through their meals Catherine was pretty pleased with herself. Sara seemed to be relaxing and almost back to her old self. There had even been some groping going on when they had tried each other’s food.

Once she’d had enough to eat, Catherine sat and watched Sara. Sidle watching had been one of her favourite things to do for a long time. Sara had an awkward grace about her that she found beautiful. Even watching her do the most mundane of things like eating or brushing her hair made Catherine’s heart swell with love for the brunette.

“You’re watching me again.”

“uh huh.”

Sara met Catherine’s gaze and stuck her tongue out when she saw the smug look on her lovers face.

“I’d be careful what you do with that tongue of yours or I may put it to work.”

“Oh really?”

“uh huh.”

Reaching up Catherine cupped Sara’s cheek.

“Baby, what’s the matter?”

For several seconds both women sat still, never breaking eye contact.

“I just worry sometimes.”

“Worry about what Sar?”

“Worry that one day you’ll wake up and wonder what the hell you’re doing wasting your time with me.”

Catherine was shocked. Where the hell had this come from?

* * * *

Taking several deep breaths to keep the panic at bay Catherine never broke contact with Sara.

“Baby that will never happen.”

Sara just shrugged.

“Cath, you can have anyone you want. There are thousands of women out there who are smarter, sexier, more beautiful than me.”

Catherine couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Less screwed up than me.”

Catherine didn’t like where this conversation was heading. She waved towards their waitress for the bill before turning back to her lover.

“Let’s go home and we’ll talk about this some more.”

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They made it home in record time. Once they were in the house Catherine took Sara by the hand and led her to their bedroom. She’d decided on the drive home that to get the message through Sara’s stubborn, beautiful head she was going to have to perform a little demonstration in addition to talking.

Stopping at the foot of their bed, Catherine turned towards her lover, reached out and started undoing the buttons on her shirt.

Looking confused, Sara watched as her shirt hit the ground.

“Cath?”

Catherine didn’t answer straight away, instead so leaned in and kissed Sara with all the emotion she could muster.

By the time the kiss ended both women were breathing heavy.

“I want you naked and on the bed Sara.”

Still confused, Sara complied with her lover’s request and removed the remainder of her clothes.

Once Sara was in position on the bed, leaning back against the head board, Catherine quickly undressed before climbing onto the bed, straddling Sara’s thighs.

Taking Sara’s hand, Catherine placed it above her heart so that she could feel her heartbeat.

“I love you Sara, you and nobody else. You make me feel like no one else ever has. I’m going to show you what you do to me.”

Gently taking Sara’s other hand, Catherine placed it on her breast. Catherine groaned as Sara began caressing it. Sara looked up at Catherine when she felt the blonde’s heart rate increase.

Guiding Sara’s hand away from her breast and down her stomach the brunette was mesmerised as Catherine’s heart rate kept increasing and her breathing became heavy.

“Feel what you do to me baby?”

All Sara could manage was a nod as her hand was pushed between her lover’s legs. As she felt the wetness there she couldn’t hold back a low growl. For her part, Catherine moaned Sara’s name as her hips began to move of their own accord.

“Feel how wet I am Sar? How much you turn me on?”

“Yes Cat.”

The lovers came together in a passionate kiss as Sara teased Catherine’s opening with her fingers.

Breaking the kiss, Sara rained kisses along Catherine’s jaw and down her neck, sucking hard at her pulse point as she entered her with two fingers.

“Oh fuck yeah baby.”

The rest of the night was spent showing each other the depth of their love.

As the sun came up the pair slowly joined the land of the awake. Neither being in a hurry to get up they lay in bed snuggling and talking.

Catherine slowly rolled over until she was laying on top of Sara.

“I love you Sar. You’re everything that I ever wanted or needed ok?”

The smile that appeared on Sara’s face was dazzling.

“I understand that now Cat. I love you too baby.”

The End.

CSI: Pattern (NR-17)

Pairing:  Sara Sidle/Catherine Willows.

Summary:  Catherine's developed a pattern.

CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.

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I find myself developing a pattern.

I make some cutting remarks to provoke her, to hurt her.

We fight.

I leave work with the sad, hurt look in her eyes haunting me.

I end up at a bar where I drink to take the edge off.

I find a suitable replica of her. Male, female, it doesn’t matter as long as they have the tall, lean, yet strong frame with dark hair and eyes.

I go back to their place or to a motel and fuck them. At least I have enough self respect to practice safe sex.

I go home a mere shell of myself and cry myself to sleep desperately wishing it was her I was in bed with, fucking, loving.

I continue this pattern around my life with my daughter, my friends, my job.

I’m staring at the ceiling pondering the less than stellar part of my life as my latest conquest lays down between my spread legs.

At first glance you would think that it was at last her. But even one quick glance tells me it’s not. I have everything about her memorised. The way her hair sits when she’s straightened it or when she has let the natural curl appear. How when she wears it up there are always those same strands of hair that manage to escape and hang lose around her face.

This one is close but not anywhere near close enough to the one I really want. Her body language just isn’t the same and her eyes, while the right shade, just aren’t the right ones.

She is looking me in the eye as she goes down on me, her tongue and mouth working at my centre through the thin piece of protective latex. I’m turned on but I know because she isn’t my hearts desire it will take some time for me to get there.

Closing my eyes I let my mind take over and I imagine I’m where I want to be.

In her apartment.

In her bed.

The images of her naked do the job and in no time at all I’m red hot and ready, racing towards release.

Afterwards as I struggle to catch my breath my mystery girl moves to lie beside me.

For the life of me I can’t remember her name. Maybe I didn’t ask it.

“So who’s Sara?”

At the mention of her I am filled with anger. How dare she say her name.

“None of your business.”

I feel her eyes on me as I move off the bed and begin to dress.

“Well the way you were moaning her name she must be one hot babe.”

My emotions are all over the place as I finish doing up the buttons on my shirt. Sitting on the edge of the bed I begin to put my shoes on as I open my big mouth.

“Yes, yes she is.”

Once I’m fully dressed I move towards the door, picking up my purse from the coffee table. I’m just about to the door when my latest play thing decides to play match maker.

“Well if you want my opinion, if I had a hot babe like that around I wouldn’t be here with some stranger you picked up at a bar.”

Slamming the door behind me I head off to hail a cab.

This has made it too real. Before my one night stands were always separate from my ordinary life, from my feelings for Sara. But now everything was jumbled together.

I desperately need to see her and before I know what I’m doing I’ve given the cab driver her address. Within minutes the cab has pulled up outside Sara’s apartment building.

My need to see her is so great that I pay the driver and make my way up to her floor without a second thought.

The look on her face when she opens the door is priceless. The look of complete shock soon gives way to curiosity as she lets me in.

The second I step foot inside my emotions gain freedom. Pacing in front of her couch I see a look of concern on her face as I glance towards her.

I can’t believe I have come here after fucking like a wild animal with some bimbo. Her smell is all over me. I have to get it off.

My thoughts are interrupted by Sara who has stopped my pacing by gently grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face her.

“Cath are you ok? Has something happened to Lindsay?”

God I’m here acting like a lunatic and instead of getting mad and throwing me out she is worried about me, about Lindsay.

I shake my head. “We’re fine.”

The look on her face tells me she doesn’t completely believe me.

“I need a shower.”

I look up to make eye contact. The surprised look on her face would be comical at any other time. Right now I need to get clean before I can think straight.

“Oh. Sure, bathroom is through to your right. Help yourself to shampoo, what ever you need. Towels are fresh so just use whatever’s in there.”

I’m halfway to the bathroom before she has finished talking.

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I don’t know how long I spent under the shower, guessing I’d say almost half an hour. Once I’m dry I look at my clothes piled on the floor, I really don’t want to put them back on.

After debating with myself I decide to put on the white bathrobe hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

I find her leaning against the kitchen counter deep in thought. She has that focused look she gets when she is trying to figure something out.

God she is sexy.

I’ll never understand why she can’t see how beautiful she is. She is oblivious to the affect she has on men and more than just a few women. I’ve even caught Sofia checking her out on more than one occasion.

Looking over at me when she hears me move through the apartment she doesn’t acknowledge my choice of attire. Pushing off the counter with her hip she comes to stand in front of me.

“What’s going on Cath?”

The gentle tone of voice filled with concern is my undoing. I don’t even attempt to stop the tears as they fall. I’m lost in those pools of brown that have always had me hypnotised.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

The next thing I know I’m being pulled forward and hugged to her body. I simply wrap my arms around her and cry on her shoulder.

We stand there in the middle of her living room embracing long after I stop crying. She has started to rub my back and whisper words of comfort. Without realising what I am doing I brush my lips against her neck.

Her body tenses for a moment before she moves her head back enough so she can look at me. Before I can say anything she cups one of my cheeks with her hand, gently brushing her thumb over my lips.

Gazing into her eyes I can see a battle going on inside her. I feel an almost overwhelming joy spread through me as I see desire and what I hope is love in her eyes. At the same time I can tell she is unsure of what to do about it.

Deciding to help her along in her thoughts I turn my face to the side and kiss the palm of her hand.

That seems to do the trick as she ever so slowly moves to kiss me. The moment her lips touch mine I know this is right.

This is the place I was always meant to be.

This is the person I was always meant to be with.

That first gentle kiss soon escalates and in no time at all we are involved in a full blown make out session.

We finally break apart to catch our breaths.

Grabbing her hands I guide them to the sash holding my robe together.

Her eyes go wide as the realisation of what I want hits her. She’s too cute for words sometimes.

I decide to let her off the hook.

“Baby, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want ok.”

She looks up from her hands to meet my gaze.

“It’s just I’m not good at this stuff. I do want to be with you. I just don’t want to mess this up.”

It looks like she wants to go slow. I’ve never done slow before but Sara basically just said that she wants to be with me for more than just sex so I’m sure as hell going to do slow.

Hell if it means I get to be with the woman I love I’d even say yes to Lindsay being our chaperone on our dates.

“Sara it’s ok. We don’t have to do anything now. All I want is to curl up in bed next to you and sleep.”

The full blown smile that slowly spreads across her face is enough to make me want to dance for joy.

As she takes my hand and leads me towards her bedroom I decide that one day I will do a dance of another kind, just for her.

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I find myself developing a pattern.

I work hard.

When I go home I spend as much time as I can with the ones I love.

My daughter Lindsay.

And my lover Sara Sidle.

The End.