Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Expensive at Half the Price (NR-17)

This is the first fan fiction I ever wrote, it's also the longest story I have ever written.  From memory I started writing it in about 2003.  It is currently incomplete and I've decided NOT to finish it.

Pairing:  Willow Rosenberg/Tara Maclay.

Summary:  This starts during Season 6, a few weeks after Willow has hurt Dawn in the car accident while driving under the influence.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Josh Whedon and is Copyright © Mutant Enemy Productions and 20th Century Fox.

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Willow is in the kitchen fixing herself some lunch.

Today is a good day. Even though Dawn hasn’t said more than two words to me since the accident and Buffy isn’t much better, today is a good day. No uncontrollable shaking and hey look at me I am actually downstairs in the kitchen making food. The mere fact that the idea of eating something doesn’t make me want to puke makes this a super duper good day.

She is pulled from her thoughts by Buffy, who has been standing in the doorway watching her friend for the last five minutes “hey Will, good to see you up.”

Willow jumps at the sudden noise and turns to face Buffy, “hey yourself, thought I was home alone.” The two friends look at each other for a few minutes lost in their own thoughts.

Finally Buffy breaks the silence “Will . .” ok Summers time for some tough love “. . you’ve been doing really well the last few days. You know we’ve talked about this before I want you to move out. Now would be a good time I think as you are much stronger.” Well that sounded a bit harsher than I planned but nothing I can do about it now.

Willow’s expression is unreadable while she digests this. Well so much for my good day, but hey can’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to be around some psycho magic addict either, especially one that tries to kill my sister.

Turning away from Buffy and back to her lunch Willow picks up her plate and heads towards her room. As she walks passed Buffy she answers in a small voice “sure Buffy, I’ll be out by Monday.”

Buffy brushes away silent tears as she watches Willow head up the stairs. God damn it. I’ll go after her and tell her not to go. No, no I can’t do that, no matter how much I love her I can’t have her here anymore. I can’t let her hurt Dawn again. If Buffy was completely honest with her self she would also have added that she couldn’t bare to watch her friend in so much pain.

With a sign Buffy grabs her coat and heads out the door. She has a Scooby meeting to get to at the magic box.

Writing fan fiction

Writing fan fiction is the adult version of playing with dolls….

Lost Girl season 3 - Bo’s “romantic choice”

So apparently in season 3 of Lost Girl, Bo makes a romantic choice. Well all I’ve got to say about that is, if that choice doesn’t involve Dr Lauren Lewis and a U-haul I’m going to be pissed.

CSI: Firsts - Their First Night Together (PG-13)

Pairing:  Sara Sidle/Sofia Curtis
Summary:  Sofia remembers their first night together.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.

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Life is good. Sara and I are spending almost all of our free time together, getting to know one another better.

While in some regards we are complete opposites, we also have a lot of things in common.

We are also getting good at reading each others moods. She can tell when I'm getting frustrated with a case and I can tell when she needs to step away from a case for awhile to clear her head.

When she first caught the Harris case, everything was normal but as the case has progressed I can tell that there is something very wrong.

She has been working even more overtime than usual and she has been a little distant with everyone, even me.

Tom Harris was murdered in front of his eight year old son, who so far, is too traumatised to give a statement. Even though the police found Anne Harris tied up in the couples living room, Sara is convinced that she killed her husband and tried to make it look like a home invasion.

With my shift finished for the day, I head over to the crime lab to pick Sara up for breakfast. Watching her go over some evidence in her favourite layout room, you don't have to be Einstein to see that she's out on her feet.

Closing the door behind me I join Sara at the table, “how about we pack this stuff up and go and get something to eat.”

She doesn't answer straight away, “no thanks, I'm close to finding something here.”

From the look of her, the only thing that Sara is about to do is collapse from exhaustion.

I reach over and take the file she is reading and flip it closed, waiting until she looks at me before I say anything more. “Baby, this can wait until you get something to eat and catch some sleep.”

She is about to protest, but I don't give her the chance, “come on Sar, you're no good to anyone when you're this exhausted. Come back with fresh eyes after you've rested a little.”

After a moments silence her shoulders slump and she nods her head. I think she realises that I’m not going to take no for an answer.

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After packing everything up and dropping it off at the evidence room, we pick up some food and head back to Sara's.

As we settle down on the couch, Sara picks at her food, obviously distracted. After a couple of failed attempts at starting a conversation, I decide to drop it for now.

I keep an eye on Sara as I continue eating. Apart from the occasional mouthful she hardly touches her food. Once I finish, I take all the containers into the kitchen. When I return to the couch Sara is staring off into space looking lost.

Gently taking Sara's hand I pull her to her feet. “Come on, it's time you got some sleep.”

I lead her to the bedroom and guide her to sit on the bed. Kneeling down I undo her boots, removing them along with her socks. When I look up at her, she reaches forward to cup my face in her hands. When she speaks her voice is barely above a whisper. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

My heart aches at how sad, how broken she looks. “Of course I will Sar.”

I help her take her pants off and as she gets into bed I strip down to my t-shirt and panties before joining her.

As I get comfortable on my back Sara snuggles into my side, laying her head on my chest. I run my hand through her hair before taking a long strand in my fingers and twirling it.

We lay in silence for a few minutes, the feel of her body against mine turning me on, even though I know this is not the time for my libido to take over.

Just as sleep begins to claim me Sara's body starts to tremble. I'm suddenly wide awake as she begins to talk. She begins with her childhood, they had once been happy she tells me, once upon a time. But then things changed. She doesn't hold back anything, she lays it all out for me, warts and all.

Outwardly I try not to react. I continue playing with her hair with one hand and with the other I reach for one of Sara's hands, the one playing with the hem of my t-shirt.

She lets me take it and I lift it so I can brush my lips against her knuckles before I interlace our fingers.

When Sara finally stops talking I don't know what to say. I move so that I'm laying on my side facing her. I wonder if she's ever told anybody as much as she's just told me, somehow I don't think so. She's sad and defeated and I realise that she is probably expecting me to get the hell out of here.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her so that our bodies are pressed together. Brushing my lips against hers I whisper to her, “thank you for trusting me with all of that Sar.”

I press my forehead against hers and hold her tight as I get a grip on my emotions. I am filled with even more love for her. She has gone through all of that and still turned out to be the amazing woman that she is.

In the pit of my stomach is a burning anger at those that have done those terrible things to her and I'm filled with a certainty that I will do anything to protect Sara, anything.

While I have been thinking things over Sara's body has relaxed against me as sleep has claimed her. This may not be the way I pictured our first night together to be, but in some bizarre way I wouldn't change it for the world.

The End.

Lost Girl - Stay (R)

Pairing:  Bo Dennis/Lauren Lewis.
Summary:  This is set during the Season 2 finale - 2.22 Flesh and Blood.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.

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Walking into my bedroom I'm careful not to make too much noise. I can't help smiling as I look at the bed, Lauren is currently sound asleep taking up almost the entire space. It's amazing how much room such a small person can take up. I pull the chair over and sit down, getting comfortable.

Lauren worked so hard on getting the venom ready, worked herself to the point of exhaustion. So once everything was ready I convinced her to get some rest. That was twelve hours ago and she's been asleep every since.

She has obviously had a restless sleep as the covers are tangled around her legs. My eyes roam over her body, from her blue panties, over the sexy stretch of stomach that has been revealed due to her t-shirt riding up, continuing along the curve of her breasts to finally arrive at her face. In her relaxed state she is even more stunning than usual.

The sight of her sends the now familiar warmth throughout my body. The love I feel for her almost consuming me. My physical reaction to her making me bite my lip as I fight the temptation to touch her.

I know that while I am a succubus and I may not be able to be faithful to Lauren with my body, no one else will ever hold my heart, not even Dyson. I can no longer keep away from her so I strip down to my panties and bra. As gently as possible, I untangle the covers and spread them out, slipping beneath them next to her.

Just as I put my head on the pillow Lauren beings to stir. As her eyes flutter open, she stretches her body as I reach out and gently trace her jaw with my fingers. At the contact, she opens her eyes and her gaze meets mine. “Hi.”

Her eyes have me mesmerised, “hi yourself.”

The most beautiful smile appears on her face and I know I'm grinning back at her like an idiot, but I don't care. There are so many things I want to talk to her about, to tell her, but right now all I want is to be close to her.

“I hope you don't mind, I just wanted to be close.”

Her smile gets even wider and she bites her lip. It's almost impossible for me to ignore the bright glow as her arousal flares.

Instead of replying, Lauren wraps her arm around my waist and pulls me towards her until our bodies are pressed together. I gasp at the contact, desperately trying to rein in my desire. The first kiss is gentle, chaste, slowly building to something far more passionate.

We share several kisses before we both pull away, I rest my forehead against hers enjoying our closeness. My libido is raging as all my senses are filled with her. I want to make love to her, show her how I feel but deep down I know this isn't the time. Soon we will be involved in the fight of our lives and right now I just want to be with her. “I think we should both get some rest, tomorrow is going to be a big day.”

She leans in and our next kiss is filled with promises of more to come. “Will you stay with me?”

I don't even have to think about the answer. “For as long as you want me to.”

The End.

You are all amazing....

This hasn't got anything to do with fan fiction, but I just wanted to post it because I know what it's like to feel alone and worthless and I wanted everyone who feels that way to know that you're not....

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If you've ever been bullied or picked on for your differences, whether it be because those people thought you were too tall, too short, too fat, too thin, too smart or not smart enough. Maybe it was because of the colour of your skin, your religious beliefs or your sexual orientation. Well, I want you to remember the irrefutable fact that you are an individual and you are amazing.

More often than not, these so called “people” are afraid or jealous of what sets you apart. Maybe they are intimidated by how smart or creative you are. Maybe they are jealous of your home life, the fact that your parents pay attention to you, nurture you. Whatever it is, it is their issue. In most cases, it has nothing to do with you, it is them projecting their own issues onto you in a negative way.

So if you are feeling alone, disheartened and you don't think you can go on, just remember that you are you and you were made just the way you were supposed to be. Your differences are what sets you apart from everyone else and they are what make you special. You are NOT defective, you are NOT alone, you are NOT worthless, you are a valued member of this world and no matter what, even though sometimes it doesn't feel like it, there is always someone looking out for you – we are all looking out for you.

So, if you need someone to talk to, to vent to, someone's shoulder to cry on, don't feel embarrassed or that you aren't worth it. Just hold out your hand and someone will take it and hold on tight.

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CSI: Waking Up (PG-13)

Pairing:   Sara Sidle/Catherine Willows.

Summary:  This is the first CSI fan fiction story I wrote.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.

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As sleep loses its grip on me I become aware of her body behind me, her arm loosely wrapped around my waist. I slowly roll over so that I am facing her. Feeling the movement she grumbles before tightening her grip, pulling my body against her. The sensation of the full body contact steals a moan from me. Even in her sleep she can turn me on.

Watching her sleep has become one of my favourite pastimes. She is so unguarded, open, a contrast to what she is normally. At work anyway. That is one of the things that fascinates me the most. At work she always has her guard up, so removed from everything, distant. That is just who she is, or so I thought.

If you are lucky enough for her to let you in, to let you through the walls she has built around herself you quickly learn who the real Sara is.

Her cool appearance is just a facade. The mask she wears to protect herself from the outside world, or rather, the people in it.

The habit she has of keeping everyone at arms length a skill learnt during her childhood. I guess if the people who are supposed to love you can hurt you so much, best to keep everyone away.

When I think about all that has happened to get us here I know that the one thing that was to blame for the friction between us was my inability to figure her out. People, well the guys at the lab anyway, will tell you that I am able to get through to just about everyone. Slip through their defences and get to the heart of what makes them tick, using it to my advantage when I need to.

Then along came Sara Sidle, one hell of a looker with legs that go on forever. One damn hard nut to crack. I tried everything to get under her skin. When I found that hostility did the job I would bait her until I got a reaction. Once that happened it would usually escalate until before I even realised what I was doing I was shooting my mouth off. Willows – 1. Sidle – 0.

And then what I call the Ecklie incident happened. When she had been suspended I had felt a weird sense of victory. A feeling that lasted through until Ecklie walked out of his own office, leaving Gil and I staring at each other.

The scowl I had been wearing since the argument with Sara vanished instantly when Gil leaned forward slightly and almost whispered. “I’m going to be there for Sara, just like I’ve always been there for you.” With that he turned and walked away.

I instantly knew that with those few words Gil was telling me something important. Gil had always been there for me, during my problems with Eddie and then the initial struggles I had with being a single mum. In his own way and without betraying any kind of confidence he was telling me that there was much more to Sara than I had ever bothered to look for.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Sara’s issues with cases involving domestic violence stemmed from the fact that they hit a nerve with her. Experience told me that when something like that hits a nerve it is more than likely due to personal experiences of similar incidents.

Like a light bulb going off in my head all the dots connected and the image that was revealed wasn’t a pretty one.

As I stood up my eyes landed on a filing cabinet in the corner of Ecklie’s office. It was labelled Personnel Records and before I knew it I had opened the draw that I knew would contain Sara’s file.

It didn’t take me long at all to find what I was looking for. Skimming through the pages I found nothing but work related information until I flicked through to the back page. Attached was a piece of paper with detailed notes all written in the unmistakable hand writing of Ecklie.

The page contained personal information about Sara that could only have been obtained by someone doing a lot of research. The bastard had done by the looks of it a very thorough check on Sara’s personal life.

I briefly pondered if he had done the same for all of us. The surety of the answer sent a shiver down my spine.

With the contents of the final page etched into my brain I quickly put the file back where I found it, gathered up my reports and high tailed it back to my office. I sat in my chair staring off into space for hours, the details of Sara’s past making everything clearer.

Knowledge is a powerful thing. This new knowledge that I had about Sara made me realise one thing. I, Catherine Willows had been an A grade jerk. All those times I felt victorious after baiting the younger woman now felt hollow as guilt invaded me and made itself at home.

I didn’t last two days before I found myself on Sara’s doorstep, coffee and pastries in hand. The shock of seeing me at her door was obvious, which probably helped me gain entry into her apartment.

A truce was called that day, with both of us taking baby steps towards a less combative relationship. The thing that surprised the both of us the most was that we actually had a lot in common outside of work. Over the next few months we edged towards becoming close friends.

Then one night about six months ago it happened. Lindsay was away on a school camp and I had been miserable without my little girl around. Sara had turned up at my place and dragged me out to dinner. Having consumed a little too much alcohol during our meal we hit a couple of clubs.

As the evening progressed our bodies got closer and closer as we danced and before we knew it we were grinding against one another. Without even thinking about it I leant forward and kissed her.

That one kiss ended our club hopping as we caught a cab back to her place, giving the cab driver a nice private show of his own as we conducted some pretty heavy petting in the back seat. There was no awkwardness the next morning, it felt kind of right. We have been together ever since.

While everyone at work knows we are together, we are discreet when it comes to showing affection, we are professional at all times. Well maybe except when we are in my office with the door locked, or that one time in the locker room when the sight of her in just her bra and panties was just too much to ignore.

I am pulled from my pondering of the past by the sound of Sara slowly joining me in the land of reality. As she opens her eyes and sees me she breaks out that huge toothy grin that I love. Before I get a chance to do or say anything she captures my lips in a kiss that steals my breath away.

Who would have thought that waking up could be such fun?

The End.

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CSI: Slow (NR-17)

Pairing:  Sara Sidle/Catherine Willows.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.

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The relationship between Catherine Willows and Sara Sidle has come a long way since their first meeting. Over the years the animosity between them had somehow turned into attraction and to both their surprise, love.

Their first date had been three months ago. They had both decided to take things slow, Catherine out of concern for how the relationship would affect her daughter and Sara because the demons from her past made her hesitant to begin any type of physical relationship.

Since that first date there has been many others, the sexual tension steadily increasing as they found themselves firmly entrenched at second base.

Early on in their relationship Catherine and Sara had decided that they would keep their private life well away from work. They thought that the fact they were now on different shifts would make it easy. Unbeknown to them both though nearly everyone at work had figured out what was going on between them. Their lingering looks and not so subtle touches had given them away.

Tonight was just another day at the office. Catherine was at her desk finishing up some paperwork when Sara appeared in the doorway. Both grinning like love struck teenagers, Sara moved into the office and sat in one of the chairs opposite Catherine. "Hi."

Subconsciously leaning forward Catherine's greeting came out a little huskier than she intended. "Hi baby."

"I thought I'd drop by and double check what time you wanted me."

With a wicked glint in her eye Catherine couldn't help herself. "You know I want you all the time honey."

Sara had to take several deep breaths to calm down before clarifying. "What time do you want me at your place tomorrow night?"

"Lindsay leaves for camp just after lunch so if you come over at say 6 o'clock that should give me plenty of time to get everything ready."

"Ok, well I better get moving, you know how Gil is if you're late for shift."

After a quick kiss goodbye Catherine couldn't help but let her eyes linger on the sexy backside of her girlfriend as she watched her head off towards the locker room.

Dinner the next night was wonderful. Catherine sat at the head of the table while Sara sat to her left. Throughout the meal some part of their bodies stayed in contact, whether they held hands or allowed their knees to touch. They barely took their eyes off each other as they flirted throughout the meal.

When Catherine had opened the door she had stared, slack jawed for several long minutes as she took in the sexy woman before her. Sara wore black leather pants with a blue, body hugging shirt that highlighted the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. At the same time Sara had been speechless as she caressed Catherine with her eyes, enjoying the amount of skin that the "little black dress" displayed.

After a lingering kiss hello the lover's had sat down to eat, conversation flowing freely.

Once the meal was over Sara cleared the dishes away, shooing Catherine into the living room. "You cooked, so the least I can do is to load the dishwasher."

Quickly getting the job done, Sara moved into the living room, finding Catherine sitting in the middle of the couch looking delectable.

"We've reached the part of the evening where we make out on the couch like a couple of horny teenagers."

Sara leaned down and gently took Catherine by the hand, pulling her to her feet. Wrapping her arms around the smaller woman's waist, Sara pulled Catherine to her until their bodies were pressed together.

"Actually I was hoping this was the part where you lead me to the bedroom we get naked and make love all night."

Before Catherine had a chance to respond Sara claimed her lips in a searing kiss that became more passionate with each passing moment.

Finally breaking the kiss, both women gasped for breath as they gazed into each others eyes. With questions silently asked and answered Catherine moved off towards the bedroom with Sara not far behind.

As soon as both women were in the bedroom they came together for another passion filled kiss. Hands frantically exploring as Catherine guided Sara towards the bed.

Finding the zipper to Catherine's dress, Sara broke the kiss so that she could watch her face as she slowly undid it. Gently caressing her lover's body she moved her hands up to push the straps from Catherine's shoulders.

As the dress fell from her body Catherine moaned Sara's name, her body desperate for her touch. Stepping back to take in the sight of Catherine's body, Sara gasped as she was greeted by a naked lover.

"My, my, my Cat, if I'd known you weren't wearing anything underneath I would have taken your dress off hours ago."

Before Catherine could respond, Sara gently pushed her back onto the bed. "Get comfortable baby. What to you want first, shirt or pants?"

Catherine swallowed hard as a shiver ran through her body. Oh baby, I want everything. "Shirt."

After kicking off her boots and removing her socks Sara straighten up and slowly ran her hands up her stomach, over her breasts teasing her already erect nipples before moving to the top button of her shirt.

Catherine was motionless on the bed. In all her years as a stripper she had never seen anything as sexy as Sara Sidle taking off her clothes. With slow, smooth motions each of the buttons was undone revealing more and more skin.

With the last button undone, Catherine was mesmerised by the strip of skin that was revealed to her. As Sara removed the shirt altogether and let it fall to the floor, Catherine couldn't stop a moan escaping. She was so caught up in the sight before her that Catherine didn't even notice Sara undoing the buttons on her pants.

Once the last button was undone, Sara hooked her thumbs into the waist band and slowly began pulling them down along with her panties.

Realising what was happening Catherine followed the path of the leather as it slid down Sara's long legs. Stepping out of them Sara moved onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees until she was hovering over Catherine.

"Hi."

The husky tone of Sara's voice sent shivers through Catherine's body. Reaching up, Catherine wrapped her arms around Sara's waist and pulled her closer to her, both women letting out a throaty moan when their bodies came together.

As mouths met in a passionate kiss and hands began exploring both women had similar thoughts.

Slow be damned. . . .

The End.