Pairing: Bo Dennis/Lauren Lewis.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
* * * *
I'm on a downward spiral. Today I've had the crap beaten out of me and then Dyson was a complete ass about helping me heal.
In the end I told him to take his chi and shove it and I found a stranger to do the trick for me. So while I'm now fighting fit physically, mentally and emotionally I'm shot.
You see the problem is I've gone and fallen in love. No, not with Dyson, which is why he's gone all emo. I'm in love with one Dr Lauren Lewis and it's messing with my heart and my head.
The smart thing would be to go home and try to sleep my blues away, but of course I don't always do what's best for me. Actually it's normal for me to do the wrong thing and try and clean up the mess later. That is how I got the crap beaten out of me earlier, so you know, I'm on top of my game.
So here I am, knocking on Lauren's door at one in the morning. My “feed” from earlier has left an after taste that is making me crazy. I didn't have sex with him, but he had his hands all over me and he tasted like alcohol.
Of course, I don't need to have sex with people to feed off their chi, which is lucky for me. Since falling for Lauren, I can't stand the idea of being that intimate with anyone else. I know it's unheard of for a succubus, but all I want is her.
I knock again and wait, seeing Lauren is the only thing that will clear my head. When she finally opens the door, my head gets well and truly cleared. Her hair is tousled and she's hastily thrown a bathrobe over what is the tiniest tshirt I've ever seen and a pair of panties.
I have to remind myself to blink as I take in the full glory that is Lauren – holy shit her legs go on forever.
It's when she speaks, with her voice low and full of sleep that I truly come undone, “Bo, is everything alright?”
Before I realise what I'm doing, I've moved forward, picked her up and slammed the door shut behind me. She lets out a surprised yelp, but simply wraps her arms around me. I gently put her down next to the couch, where I pull her down to sit next to me.
She's got that bemused look on her face that she gets and patiently waits for me to tell her what is going on.
I look at her and it all becomes too much. As my tears begin to fall I don't even bother wiping them away.
Lauren doesn't hesitate, she gently pulls me back against the couch, wrapping me in her arms. She holds me while I cry, as my body trembles with each sob.
We sit like that for what feels like hours, me blubbering like an idiot and Lauren whispering words of comfort.
Eventually we move a little so that I can look into her eyes, “I'm sorry, I didn't plan on this.”
She cups my face in her hands and wipes away my tears, “I'm always here, when ever you need.”
The next thing I know, we're kissing. Sweet, tender kisses that make my toes curl. As we pull apart, I have a burning need to tell her. It's not the first time I've said the words, but I need to tell her anyway, “I love you.”
I'm rewarded with the biggest Lauren smile as her eyes sparkle, “I love you too.”
I can't help but gawk at her as I take in her bare legs. She rolls her eyes and stands up, holding out her hand. I eagerly take it and let her lead me to her bedroom.
We undress each other and get comfortable on the bed. I then take great delight in spending the rest of the night exploring Lauren's body. I map every inch of soft, perfect skin with my hands, with my mouth.
When we're together our love is all we need. The Fae, both light and dark fade away into the back ground with everything else. We both hold onto that and use it to get us through the hard times, when the odds against us are stacked high.
The End.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Lost Girl - Something New (NR-17)
Pairing: Bo Dennis/Lauren Lewis.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
* * * *
There are books and papers spread out all over the coffee table and couch, but we aren't really looking at them.
I'd come to Lauren's to get help identifying a Fae, but we'd ended up doing what we always do. Looking at each other longingly and finding excuses to touch.
“Do you want something to eat?”
It's an innocent question, but it stirs up a hunger of a different kind.
What I really want must be written all over my face, because the next thing I know we're kissing. Wet, hungry kisses that aren't doing anything to satisfy my need.
We fumble our way to the bedroom, clothes hitting the floor as we go.
She starts saying something but stops and breaks eye contact, looking anywhere but at me.
I take a step towards her, “what is it?”
She looks back at me with those eyes, “Bo,” she licks her lips, “I want to fuck you.”
Her words wash over me like a caress, I take another step towards her, “tell me.”
Lauren hesitates before turning away. I'm confused for a minute until I see what she's holding in her hands when she turns back to face me.
When it comes to sex, I'm always in control, the one in charge, except when it comes to Lauren. From the very first time I willingly gave myself to her and it felt amazing.
This, this is something new. I've never thought of using sex toys, but the sight of Lauren holding the hardness makes my body react. The idea of her wearing it, using it on me turns me on even more.
She takes my silence as rejection though and she's suddenly awkward, shy Lauren and she backs away from me blushing.
“I'm sorry, I just. . . .”
Before she can finish, I've crossed the distance between us. I take hold of her wrist and pull her towards me, “don't be sorry for what you want.”
I grind my hips against her, “put it on, I want to see you.”
We slowly finish undressing each other, kissing and caressing. I'm mesmerised as I watch Lauren step into the harness and adjust the straps. The dildo is long and thick and I know it is going to be tight inside me.
I never break eye contact as I move onto the bed, laying on my back. I love how expressive her eyes are and the burning intensity is back as she moves to the end of the bed.
Starting at my ankles, she gently caresses her way upwards, barely touching me. I spead my legs as she moves upwards, I'm desperate for more contact.
As Lauren leans down and flicks my navel with her tongue, she covers my breasts with her hands. My back arches and I can't contain a low moan. God damn it, I'm nearly panting.
And then she's kissing me, tender at first and then hungry and demanding. I can't stand it any longer, I grasp one of her hands and guide it down between my legs. As she feels the wetness there I buck my hips and we both moan.
“Oh Bo, so beautiful.”
Lauren settles above me, our breasts touching as I run my hands down her back until they reach their goal, her ass.
She rubs my clit before dipping a finger inside me, pumping in and out before I feel the tip of the dildo. As she presses her hips down I hiss as my body stretches to accommodate the size of it.
She freezes above me, “are you ok?”
Fuck yes I'm ok, “don't stop.”
Her hips move in slow, gentle thrusts until the dildo is completely inside me. I'm in sensory overload, the only thing that exists is Lauren. I reach up and grab a handful of hair and pull her away from feasting on my neck so I can look her in the eye.
“I don't want you to be gentle.”
We share a long slow kiss as my hand wanders back down to her ass and she begins thrusting her hips.
Our moans fill the room as we set a rhythm, the push and pull of each thrust sending me racing towards orgasm. I'm so turned on I know it won't be long.
Lauren straightens her arms, lifting her upper body off me. I take advantage and cup her breasts in my hands as I wrap my legs around her waist.
She's thrusting hard now, making me gasp and moan each time she fills me. When she whispers my name it makes my body shudder as I know she must be close too.
As the first tingling of an orgasm stirs in my body, I run my hands down her back, digging my nails in and she's there. She loses her rhythm as she throws her head back and screams my name.
Her thrusts are rough as I arch my back and come hard, yelling her name to the ceiling. I pull her down on top of me and I wrap my legs firmly around her, the dildo still buried deep inside me.
We share some gentle, almost chaste kisses before I eventually relent my hold on her and she carefully moves to lay beside me. I immediately miss the contact and roll onto my side, facing her.
She suddenly seems nervous, “are you ok? I didn't hurt you?”
Far from it, “hell no. In fact I think I want a little more.”
I push her onto her back and straddle her hips, I'm still hungry for her and I intend on having as many helping as I can get.
Lauren grips my hips as I lower myself onto the dildo. We never break eye contact as I begin to move, riding her hard.
I run my hands through my hair and then down my body, I can't help but grin as her eyes are glued to my hands as I caress my own breasts.
Sitting up, she brushes my hands away and replace them with her own. When she takes one of my nipple in her mouth and bites down on it, I throw my head back as another orgasm sweeps through me.
We spend the rest of the night touching, teasing, fucking. Just before dawn, with the harness discarded somewhere on the bed, we drift off to sleep, our bodies tangled together.
* * * *
As I slowly open my eyes I'm greeted by the sight of a very dishevelled doctor laying next to me. I reach for the hand that is drawing lazy patterns on my stomach and lace our fingers together.
“How are you feeling?”
I groan as I stretch my body, “a bit stiff and sore.”
Remembering the night before I look at her with a very smug grin. Lauren looks more than a little pleased with herself.
She moves forward and brushes her lips against mine, “are you sure you're ok, I didn't hurt you?”
We both know that's not what she's really asking, “I'm more than fine, last night was amazing and I want to do it again some time, ok?”
This seems to please her so I pull her closer to me so we can snuggle. Yes there are many sides to Dr Lauren Lewis and I want to find out about every single one of them.
The End.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
* * * *
There are books and papers spread out all over the coffee table and couch, but we aren't really looking at them.
I'd come to Lauren's to get help identifying a Fae, but we'd ended up doing what we always do. Looking at each other longingly and finding excuses to touch.
“Do you want something to eat?”
It's an innocent question, but it stirs up a hunger of a different kind.
What I really want must be written all over my face, because the next thing I know we're kissing. Wet, hungry kisses that aren't doing anything to satisfy my need.
We fumble our way to the bedroom, clothes hitting the floor as we go.
Lauren pushes me towards the bed and I can't help but stare. Her hair is messy and she is breathing heavy, her chest heaving. But it's her eyes that have me frozen in place, they are burning with an intensity that makes my body ache.
She starts saying something but stops and breaks eye contact, looking anywhere but at me.
I take a step towards her, “what is it?”
She looks back at me with those eyes, “Bo,” she licks her lips, “I want to fuck you.”
Her words wash over me like a caress, I take another step towards her, “tell me.”
Lauren hesitates before turning away. I'm confused for a minute until I see what she's holding in her hands when she turns back to face me.
When it comes to sex, I'm always in control, the one in charge, except when it comes to Lauren. From the very first time I willingly gave myself to her and it felt amazing.
This, this is something new. I've never thought of using sex toys, but the sight of Lauren holding the hardness makes my body react. The idea of her wearing it, using it on me turns me on even more.
She takes my silence as rejection though and she's suddenly awkward, shy Lauren and she backs away from me blushing.
“I'm sorry, I just. . . .”
Before she can finish, I've crossed the distance between us. I take hold of her wrist and pull her towards me, “don't be sorry for what you want.”
I grind my hips against her, “put it on, I want to see you.”
We slowly finish undressing each other, kissing and caressing. I'm mesmerised as I watch Lauren step into the harness and adjust the straps. The dildo is long and thick and I know it is going to be tight inside me.
I never break eye contact as I move onto the bed, laying on my back. I love how expressive her eyes are and the burning intensity is back as she moves to the end of the bed.
Starting at my ankles, she gently caresses her way upwards, barely touching me. I spead my legs as she moves upwards, I'm desperate for more contact.
As Lauren leans down and flicks my navel with her tongue, she covers my breasts with her hands. My back arches and I can't contain a low moan. God damn it, I'm nearly panting.
And then she's kissing me, tender at first and then hungry and demanding. I can't stand it any longer, I grasp one of her hands and guide it down between my legs. As she feels the wetness there I buck my hips and we both moan.
“Oh Bo, so beautiful.”
Lauren settles above me, our breasts touching as I run my hands down her back until they reach their goal, her ass.
She rubs my clit before dipping a finger inside me, pumping in and out before I feel the tip of the dildo. As she presses her hips down I hiss as my body stretches to accommodate the size of it.
She freezes above me, “are you ok?”
Fuck yes I'm ok, “don't stop.”
Her hips move in slow, gentle thrusts until the dildo is completely inside me. I'm in sensory overload, the only thing that exists is Lauren. I reach up and grab a handful of hair and pull her away from feasting on my neck so I can look her in the eye.
“I don't want you to be gentle.”
We share a long slow kiss as my hand wanders back down to her ass and she begins thrusting her hips.
Our moans fill the room as we set a rhythm, the push and pull of each thrust sending me racing towards orgasm. I'm so turned on I know it won't be long.
Lauren straightens her arms, lifting her upper body off me. I take advantage and cup her breasts in my hands as I wrap my legs around her waist.
She's thrusting hard now, making me gasp and moan each time she fills me. When she whispers my name it makes my body shudder as I know she must be close too.
As the first tingling of an orgasm stirs in my body, I run my hands down her back, digging my nails in and she's there. She loses her rhythm as she throws her head back and screams my name.
Her thrusts are rough as I arch my back and come hard, yelling her name to the ceiling. I pull her down on top of me and I wrap my legs firmly around her, the dildo still buried deep inside me.
We share some gentle, almost chaste kisses before I eventually relent my hold on her and she carefully moves to lay beside me. I immediately miss the contact and roll onto my side, facing her.
She suddenly seems nervous, “are you ok? I didn't hurt you?”
Far from it, “hell no. In fact I think I want a little more.”
I push her onto her back and straddle her hips, I'm still hungry for her and I intend on having as many helping as I can get.
Lauren grips my hips as I lower myself onto the dildo. We never break eye contact as I begin to move, riding her hard.
I run my hands through my hair and then down my body, I can't help but grin as her eyes are glued to my hands as I caress my own breasts.
Sitting up, she brushes my hands away and replace them with her own. When she takes one of my nipple in her mouth and bites down on it, I throw my head back as another orgasm sweeps through me.
We spend the rest of the night touching, teasing, fucking. Just before dawn, with the harness discarded somewhere on the bed, we drift off to sleep, our bodies tangled together.
* * * *
As I slowly open my eyes I'm greeted by the sight of a very dishevelled doctor laying next to me. I reach for the hand that is drawing lazy patterns on my stomach and lace our fingers together.
“How are you feeling?”
I groan as I stretch my body, “a bit stiff and sore.”
Remembering the night before I look at her with a very smug grin. Lauren looks more than a little pleased with herself.
She moves forward and brushes her lips against mine, “are you sure you're ok, I didn't hurt you?”
We both know that's not what she's really asking, “I'm more than fine, last night was amazing and I want to do it again some time, ok?”
This seems to please her so I pull her closer to me so we can snuggle. Yes there are many sides to Dr Lauren Lewis and I want to find out about every single one of them.
The End.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Lost Girl: In the Moment (PG-13)
Pairing: Bo Dennis/Lauren Lewis.
Summary: It takes place after episode 2.13 - Barometz. Trick. Pressure.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
* * * *
It's rare to have the place to myself and I plan on enjoying the peace and quiet while Kenzi is out on the town.
I'm just about to run myself a nice warm bath when there's a knock on the door. I guess it was too good to be true.
When I open the door, I'm surprised to see Lauren. As I stand aside to let her in, I catch the unique Lauren smell that I love so much.
"So, you're back."
She nods.
Taking in her appearance I begin to worry a little. She looks tired and there's a sadness in her eyes that I've never seen before.
“Lauren, is everything ok?”
She briefly makes eye contact, “Nadia and I broke up.”
It takes a minute for it to sink in. Oh shit.
“I'm so sorry Lauren, what happened?”
Making eye contact again, she runs a hand through her hair, “you did.”
An awkward silence settles over us as Lauren holds out her hand, “here are your car keys back, thank you.”
I stare at the keys in her hand. With everything going on, with so much to tell Lauren about the Ash-hole, all I can think about is her. About what her and Nadia being over could mean for me, for us.
I gently take Lauren's hand and pull her towards me, wrapping my arms around her. The small ember of hope I've had in my heart flares as I feel her wrap her arms around me and pull our bodies closer together.
We stand there in my living room for what feels like forever. Lauren's always been the one to make the first move. I've held back, too afraid that I would hurt her, or that I wouldn't be able to control myself and she would die. But in this very moment, all I can think about is showing her my heart. Finally, I move to cup her face in my hands. I brush my lips against hers and we share a brief, chaste kiss.
Taking her hand, I lead her up the stairs to my bedroom. Tonight won't be about sex, I just want to be there for her, comfort her.
I grab two tshirts from my draw, once we're both changed we get into bed. It seems the most natural thing in the world to be holding Lauren in my arms as she falls asleep. I don't care that sleep elludes me because for the first time in my life I look forward to what the future holds.
The End.
Summary: It takes place after episode 2.13 - Barometz. Trick. Pressure.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
* * * *
It's rare to have the place to myself and I plan on enjoying the peace and quiet while Kenzi is out on the town.
I'm just about to run myself a nice warm bath when there's a knock on the door. I guess it was too good to be true.
When I open the door, I'm surprised to see Lauren. As I stand aside to let her in, I catch the unique Lauren smell that I love so much.
"So, you're back."
She nods.
Taking in her appearance I begin to worry a little. She looks tired and there's a sadness in her eyes that I've never seen before.
“Lauren, is everything ok?”
She briefly makes eye contact, “Nadia and I broke up.”
It takes a minute for it to sink in. Oh shit.
“I'm so sorry Lauren, what happened?”
Making eye contact again, she runs a hand through her hair, “you did.”
An awkward silence settles over us as Lauren holds out her hand, “here are your car keys back, thank you.”
I stare at the keys in her hand. With everything going on, with so much to tell Lauren about the Ash-hole, all I can think about is her. About what her and Nadia being over could mean for me, for us.
I gently take Lauren's hand and pull her towards me, wrapping my arms around her. The small ember of hope I've had in my heart flares as I feel her wrap her arms around me and pull our bodies closer together.
We stand there in my living room for what feels like forever. Lauren's always been the one to make the first move. I've held back, too afraid that I would hurt her, or that I wouldn't be able to control myself and she would die. But in this very moment, all I can think about is showing her my heart. Finally, I move to cup her face in my hands. I brush my lips against hers and we share a brief, chaste kiss.
Taking her hand, I lead her up the stairs to my bedroom. Tonight won't be about sex, I just want to be there for her, comfort her.
I grab two tshirts from my draw, once we're both changed we get into bed. It seems the most natural thing in the world to be holding Lauren in my arms as she falls asleep. I don't care that sleep elludes me because for the first time in my life I look forward to what the future holds.
The End.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Lost Girl: Love (NR-17)
I recently discovered something awesome, the Canadian TV show Lost Girl. It is full of very talented women (they're a bunch of hotties too!!) so naturally it caught my attention.
In celebration I've just finished my very first Lost Girl fan fiction, hope you like it.
Pairing: Bo Dennis/Lauren Lewis.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
* * * *
I take a long sip of my beer as I put my feet up on the couch. I can feel Kenzi's eyes on me but ignore her as I channel surf, trying to find something good to watch.
“You know, you're really boring when you're all mopey.”
I don't even acknowledge her as I continue my quest for decent TV.
After several minutes of silence I assume she's given up, until she comes and sits on the coffee table in front of me.
"Look Bo, the way I see it, you've either got to get over her and move on or fight like hell for her.”
Kenzi has been at me ever since the curse was lifted from Nadia and she reappeared in Lauren's life. But she didn't see them together. The way they looked at one another, the way they touched and the way they kissed.
I just have to accept the fact that Lauren and Nadia are together and that it sucks to be me.
I'm about to lay out all the facts when there's a knock at the door. Before I can even put my beer down, Kenzi is on her way to answering it.
I can't hear what Kenzi says when she opens the door, but the “oh shit” look on her face tells me I'm not going to like it.
As our guest enters I stand up as I recognise the cause of my pain.
"Hi Bo.”
To say I'm surprised she's here is an understatement, “hi Nadia”.
As she moves further into the room, I move towards her. We stand evaluating each other like a couple of gun slingers at high noon. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Kenzi hovering near the kitchen.
"So, what can I do for you?”
“I've heard so much about you, I thought I'd come and meet you for myself.”
It's obvious to both of us that there's more to it than that but I let it slide.
I have to admit, Nadia is a beautiful woman. Tall with long dark hair, she has eyes you can get lost in and curves in all the right places. The thought of exactly where those curves have been makes my chest tighten.
"Well hopefully, what ever you've heard isn't all bad.”
She almost seems annoyed, “no, Lauren was very complimentary.”
At the mention of her name, I can't help licking my lips as an image of a naked Lauren takes front and centre in my head.
I miss what Nadia says as an image of Lauren, back arched mid orgasm, fills my head. “Sorry?”
Now I know she's annoyed. “Look, I'll cut to the chase, how do you feel about Lauren?”
Sorry lady, that's a no go zone, “that's none of your business.”
Nadia looks away from me, focusing on the TV, “I love Lauren and Lauren loves me.”
The tightness in my chest amps up and my anger flares, “what did you come here for, to rub it in?”
When she meets my eyes there is a sadness about her that silences me.
"Everything is different. The world's changed, Lauren's changed. Hell, even I've changed in some ways.”
"I know that Lauren loves me. But you see, the problem Bo, is that she's in love with you.”
My anger fades as the meaning of what she says sinks in.
"Bo, if you love her, you should go to her. Make her happy.”
Without waiting for a reply, Nadia is almost to the door before I even realise she's moved.
* * * *
After standing in front of Lauren's door for ten minutes, I finally build up the nerve to knock.
As I hear movement inside, I tug at my jacket and wipe my hands on my pants, damn sweaty palms.
Finally the door swings open to reveal a surprised Lauren.
“Hi.”
She moves aside to let me in, "hello Bo."
Entering her apartment I move to stand next to the couch. As Lauren closes the door and follows me, I realise that her hair is damp and she is wearing a dressing gown.
My pulse quickens and I feel myself getting wet as I realise she is probably naked underneath the gown. Holy crap, zero to horny in less than five seconds.
I had this all planned. What I was going to say, how I would handle all the possible scenario's, but one look at her and everything is forgotten.
We speak at the same time. "How have you been?" "I love you Lauren."
She freezes, blinking slowly as my declaration of love sinks in.
Screw it. I slowly walk up to her and cup her face in my hands. Before she can do anything I brush my lips against hers.
Our eyes meet and for what feels like hours, we just look at each other. Eventually I feel her hands take my waist and pull me towards her, our bodies fitting perfectly together.
“I love you Lauren, I want us to be together."
She sighs as an all too familiar look of sadness crosses her face, "but Bo, I can't be everything that you need."
God, I'm so sick of that part of me getting in the way of my life.
“I hate the things I have to do to heal."
Raising her eyebrows, Lauren is about to say something when I interupt.
“Listen to me, I hate sharing myself. Afterwards it makes my skin crawl having someone else's hands on me, touching anyone who isn't you."
I gently wipe away the single tear that slides down her cheek.
“I love you Lauren."
My heart skips a beat as the most beautiful smile lights up her face.
“I love you Bo, for such a long time."
My fear and doubts fade as I become increasingly aware of our close proximity. I move forward and brush my lips against hers again before our lips meet in hungry, almost desperate kisses as our hands being to explore.
I try to gently guide us to the bedroom but our progress is too slow for my liking. In the end I simply pick Lauren up and carry her.
Putting her down next to the bed I let her slide my jacket off before I untie the sash to her gown. As the flimsy material falls to the ground I'm pleased to see my earlier assumption was correct, mmmm naked Lauren.
I help her undress me before I gently push her down onto the bed and move to cover her body with mine. Resting most of my weight on my elbows, the feel of my body pressing down onto hers turns me on even more.
God her hands are everywhere, driving me insane as we kiss. When she reaches down and grabs my ass I can't help grind against her, making us both moan.
Breaking the kiss I watch her face as I grind my hips against her again. She whispers my name as she closes her eyes and arches up into me. I take the opportunity to kiss her neck, licking and sucking her skin as I begin the slow journey down her body.
As I explore her with my mouth and hands, she lightly caresses my body, drawing patterns on my skin. She varies the pressure of her touch, mostly gentle, sometimes barely there, while occasionally making sure her nails dig in, leaving scratch marks.
I spend a long time exploring Lauren's breasts. Licking and sucking each nipple, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. The sounds coming from her as a result fuels my need for her as I resume my journey down her body.
Licking down her stomach, I can feel her muscles twitch beneath my tongue. I begin grinding myself against the bed, desperate for some release, “I need you”.
Gently gripping the back of my head, Lauren pulls me upwards until our mouths meet in a hot kiss.
Changing my position slightly, I grind my hips, earning a gasp from Lauren as our centres meet. Supporting my weight on one elbow, I grip Laurens hip with my other as we find a rhythm.
The delicious friction caused by our bodies sliding against one another is sending us quickly towards orgasm. As we gaze into each others eyes, Lauren's breath hitches and her body begins to arch up against me.
As her orgasm sweeps her away Lauren swallows hard and whispers to me, “I love you Bo.”
I follow her into bliss, every cell of my body seems to explode with the intense pleasure of it. My eyes become unfocused and my arm can no longer support me. The full weight of my body presses down onto Lauren as I throw my head back and scream.
* * * *
As I slowly feel myself join the conscious world it takes a minute for me to remember where I am.
I'm so tired. My body feels as though it's made of lead, my eyelids weigh a tonne. My other senses slowly begin to kick in as I battle to open my eyes.
I can tell I'm in a bed and that I'm not alone. The smell of sex lingers in the air mixed with a unique scent that I would know anywhere. Lauren.
It has the same effect on me that it always has, my pulse quickens and I'm filled with an insatiable hunger. A hunger that is both physical and emotional. I want to share everything with her and make a life together, regardless of how fucked up it may be.
Eventually my eyes open and I'm greeted with the sight of a very smug looking Lauren, watching me.
“Well hello there, for a minute I thought I'd broken you.”
I put my arms above my head and stretch my entire body. I let out a satisfied moan as I watch Lauren admire my body, “see something you like Doctor Lewis?”
Rolling onto my side, I wrap my arm around Lauren's waist and pull her towards me. With our bodies gently pressed together we share a tender kiss.
“I meant it Lauren, I want us to be together.”
“Nadia and I are over.”
I draw lazy patterns on her lower back with my fingers as she speaks.
“I've never been very good at keeping things from her. She knew something was going on. I was tired of keeping secrets, so I told her about us.”
Reaching up, Lauren runs her fingers through my hair before twirling a long strand between her fingers.
“I love Nadia, but she never stood a chance because I lost my heart and soul to you a long time ago.”
Lauren smiles and her whole face lights up, her beautiful eyes sparkling, “I love you Bo and I want to be with you too.”
I know that Lauren and Nadia have gone through a lot and that there's a lot of pain and sadness there, so I almost feel guilty that at this very moment I am the happiest I have ever been.
I've been lost for so long, alone. Ached inside to belong somewhere, to love someone and to have them love me for who I am. Now at last I have that and I'm never letting it go.
The End.
In celebration I've just finished my very first Lost Girl fan fiction, hope you like it.
Pairing: Bo Dennis/Lauren Lewis.
Lost Girl was created by Michelle Lovretta and is Copyright © Canwest Global and Prodigy Pictures.
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I take a long sip of my beer as I put my feet up on the couch. I can feel Kenzi's eyes on me but ignore her as I channel surf, trying to find something good to watch.
“You know, you're really boring when you're all mopey.”
I don't even acknowledge her as I continue my quest for decent TV.
After several minutes of silence I assume she's given up, until she comes and sits on the coffee table in front of me.
"Look Bo, the way I see it, you've either got to get over her and move on or fight like hell for her.”
Kenzi has been at me ever since the curse was lifted from Nadia and she reappeared in Lauren's life. But she didn't see them together. The way they looked at one another, the way they touched and the way they kissed.
I just have to accept the fact that Lauren and Nadia are together and that it sucks to be me.
I'm about to lay out all the facts when there's a knock at the door. Before I can even put my beer down, Kenzi is on her way to answering it.
I can't hear what Kenzi says when she opens the door, but the “oh shit” look on her face tells me I'm not going to like it.
As our guest enters I stand up as I recognise the cause of my pain.
"Hi Bo.”
To say I'm surprised she's here is an understatement, “hi Nadia”.
As she moves further into the room, I move towards her. We stand evaluating each other like a couple of gun slingers at high noon. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Kenzi hovering near the kitchen.
"So, what can I do for you?”
“I've heard so much about you, I thought I'd come and meet you for myself.”
It's obvious to both of us that there's more to it than that but I let it slide.
I have to admit, Nadia is a beautiful woman. Tall with long dark hair, she has eyes you can get lost in and curves in all the right places. The thought of exactly where those curves have been makes my chest tighten.
"Well hopefully, what ever you've heard isn't all bad.”
She almost seems annoyed, “no, Lauren was very complimentary.”
At the mention of her name, I can't help licking my lips as an image of a naked Lauren takes front and centre in my head.
I miss what Nadia says as an image of Lauren, back arched mid orgasm, fills my head. “Sorry?”
Now I know she's annoyed. “Look, I'll cut to the chase, how do you feel about Lauren?”
Sorry lady, that's a no go zone, “that's none of your business.”
Nadia looks away from me, focusing on the TV, “I love Lauren and Lauren loves me.”
The tightness in my chest amps up and my anger flares, “what did you come here for, to rub it in?”
When she meets my eyes there is a sadness about her that silences me.
"Everything is different. The world's changed, Lauren's changed. Hell, even I've changed in some ways.”
"I know that Lauren loves me. But you see, the problem Bo, is that she's in love with you.”
My anger fades as the meaning of what she says sinks in.
"Bo, if you love her, you should go to her. Make her happy.”
Without waiting for a reply, Nadia is almost to the door before I even realise she's moved.
* * * *
After standing in front of Lauren's door for ten minutes, I finally build up the nerve to knock.
As I hear movement inside, I tug at my jacket and wipe my hands on my pants, damn sweaty palms.
Finally the door swings open to reveal a surprised Lauren.
“Hi.”
She moves aside to let me in, "hello Bo."
Entering her apartment I move to stand next to the couch. As Lauren closes the door and follows me, I realise that her hair is damp and she is wearing a dressing gown.
My pulse quickens and I feel myself getting wet as I realise she is probably naked underneath the gown. Holy crap, zero to horny in less than five seconds.
I had this all planned. What I was going to say, how I would handle all the possible scenario's, but one look at her and everything is forgotten.
We speak at the same time. "How have you been?" "I love you Lauren."
She freezes, blinking slowly as my declaration of love sinks in.
Screw it. I slowly walk up to her and cup her face in my hands. Before she can do anything I brush my lips against hers.
Our eyes meet and for what feels like hours, we just look at each other. Eventually I feel her hands take my waist and pull me towards her, our bodies fitting perfectly together.
“I love you Lauren, I want us to be together."
She sighs as an all too familiar look of sadness crosses her face, "but Bo, I can't be everything that you need."
God, I'm so sick of that part of me getting in the way of my life.
“I hate the things I have to do to heal."
Raising her eyebrows, Lauren is about to say something when I interupt.
“Listen to me, I hate sharing myself. Afterwards it makes my skin crawl having someone else's hands on me, touching anyone who isn't you."
I gently wipe away the single tear that slides down her cheek.
“I love you Lauren."
My heart skips a beat as the most beautiful smile lights up her face.
“I love you Bo, for such a long time."
My fear and doubts fade as I become increasingly aware of our close proximity. I move forward and brush my lips against hers again before our lips meet in hungry, almost desperate kisses as our hands being to explore.
I try to gently guide us to the bedroom but our progress is too slow for my liking. In the end I simply pick Lauren up and carry her.
Putting her down next to the bed I let her slide my jacket off before I untie the sash to her gown. As the flimsy material falls to the ground I'm pleased to see my earlier assumption was correct, mmmm naked Lauren.
I help her undress me before I gently push her down onto the bed and move to cover her body with mine. Resting most of my weight on my elbows, the feel of my body pressing down onto hers turns me on even more.
God her hands are everywhere, driving me insane as we kiss. When she reaches down and grabs my ass I can't help grind against her, making us both moan.
Breaking the kiss I watch her face as I grind my hips against her again. She whispers my name as she closes her eyes and arches up into me. I take the opportunity to kiss her neck, licking and sucking her skin as I begin the slow journey down her body.
As I explore her with my mouth and hands, she lightly caresses my body, drawing patterns on my skin. She varies the pressure of her touch, mostly gentle, sometimes barely there, while occasionally making sure her nails dig in, leaving scratch marks.
I spend a long time exploring Lauren's breasts. Licking and sucking each nipple, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. The sounds coming from her as a result fuels my need for her as I resume my journey down her body.
Licking down her stomach, I can feel her muscles twitch beneath my tongue. I begin grinding myself against the bed, desperate for some release, “I need you”.
Gently gripping the back of my head, Lauren pulls me upwards until our mouths meet in a hot kiss.
Changing my position slightly, I grind my hips, earning a gasp from Lauren as our centres meet. Supporting my weight on one elbow, I grip Laurens hip with my other as we find a rhythm.
The delicious friction caused by our bodies sliding against one another is sending us quickly towards orgasm. As we gaze into each others eyes, Lauren's breath hitches and her body begins to arch up against me.
As her orgasm sweeps her away Lauren swallows hard and whispers to me, “I love you Bo.”
I follow her into bliss, every cell of my body seems to explode with the intense pleasure of it. My eyes become unfocused and my arm can no longer support me. The full weight of my body presses down onto Lauren as I throw my head back and scream.
* * * *
As I slowly feel myself join the conscious world it takes a minute for me to remember where I am.
I'm so tired. My body feels as though it's made of lead, my eyelids weigh a tonne. My other senses slowly begin to kick in as I battle to open my eyes.
I can tell I'm in a bed and that I'm not alone. The smell of sex lingers in the air mixed with a unique scent that I would know anywhere. Lauren.
It has the same effect on me that it always has, my pulse quickens and I'm filled with an insatiable hunger. A hunger that is both physical and emotional. I want to share everything with her and make a life together, regardless of how fucked up it may be.
Eventually my eyes open and I'm greeted with the sight of a very smug looking Lauren, watching me.
“Well hello there, for a minute I thought I'd broken you.”
I put my arms above my head and stretch my entire body. I let out a satisfied moan as I watch Lauren admire my body, “see something you like Doctor Lewis?”
Rolling onto my side, I wrap my arm around Lauren's waist and pull her towards me. With our bodies gently pressed together we share a tender kiss.
“I meant it Lauren, I want us to be together.”
“Nadia and I are over.”
I draw lazy patterns on her lower back with my fingers as she speaks.
“I've never been very good at keeping things from her. She knew something was going on. I was tired of keeping secrets, so I told her about us.”
Reaching up, Lauren runs her fingers through my hair before twirling a long strand between her fingers.
“I love Nadia, but she never stood a chance because I lost my heart and soul to you a long time ago.”
Lauren smiles and her whole face lights up, her beautiful eyes sparkling, “I love you Bo and I want to be with you too.”
I know that Lauren and Nadia have gone through a lot and that there's a lot of pain and sadness there, so I almost feel guilty that at this very moment I am the happiest I have ever been.
I've been lost for so long, alone. Ached inside to belong somewhere, to love someone and to have them love me for who I am. Now at last I have that and I'm never letting it go.
The End.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The First Time (R)
Pairing: Willow Rosenberg/Tara Maclay.
Comments: I don’t know when Willow and Tara’s first time was. This is just one possibility. Set straight after the candle goes out in New Moon Rising.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Josh Whedon and is Copyright © Mutant Enemy Productions and 20th Century Fox.
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After the candle had gone out it took Willow and Tara several seconds for their eyes to become accustom to the dark.
Thanks to the full moon, which was shining in through the open window, there was enough light in the room for the soon to be lover’s to see each other.
Taking the candle from Tara, Willow moved to place it on the desk before again standing in front of the blonde, only now much closer. Willow cupped Tara’s face with both hands, her fingers gently caressing the delicate skin.
Ever so gently Willow wiped away the tears that had begun to fall.
“Oh Willow I t-t-t-thought.”
Her words were cut short by the redhead’s thumb as it began to caress her lips.
“Shh baby. I came to tell you that I love you.”
Willow made sure to lock her eyes on the beautiful pools of blue before her.
“I love you. I love Tara Maclay with all my heart and all that I am.” Throwing her head back Willow yelled at the top of her lungs. “I LOVE TARA MACLAY.”
Both women laughed as they heard a distant reply. “That’s nice but would you shut the fuck up, people are trying to sleep here.”
Gazing into each other’s eyes Tara wrapped her arms around Willow’s waist and pulled her closer so their bodies were pushed up against one another. “I love you Willow.”
Looking back later neither woman would be able to say who moved first as their lips met in a deep, emotion filled kiss. The pair had kissed before, although it had always seemed that they were both holding something back.
Naivety, nervousness and uncertainty had seemed to plague them both. But now, things were somehow different. It was as if they had all the answers to a hard pop quiz.
The kiss was filled with hunger, desire and love. As tongues wrestled, seeking entry into mouths their hands began to explore. Before long the feel of material was not enough for either woman and clothes were shed.
Standing in the middle of the dorm room naked, both women caressed the other with their eyes. Drinking in the majesty of the swell of a breast and the curve of a hip, the beauty of each other’s body taking their breath away.
There was no shyness, no hesitation as Willow and Tara embraced, their hands once again exploring. Tara gently guided Willow’s hands to her breasts, the nipples hardening as though on command. Caressing and squeezing the firm mounds Willow soon moved her hands to cup them as her mouth devoured every inch of first the left and then the right breast.
Encouraged by the low moans coming form Tara, Willow guided them to the bed. Having pulled the sheets back the lover’s came together again in the middle of the bed, facing each other.
As Tara ran her hand through red locks, Willow let out a nervous sigh. “God baby, I’m so nervous.”
Tara frowned for a moment. “But you’ve d-d-done this b-b-before.”
Wrapping her arm around Tara’s waist and pulling her close so that the full length of their bodies came together as one, Willow kissed Tara on the lips before pulling her head back far enough to look into the blonde’s eyes.
“What I had with Oz, what I’ve done before, is nothing compared to what I have with you. Kissing you, touching you, making love with you is like my first time. You are my always, my everything. Nothing mattered before you.”
Before Tara had a chance to reply Willow kissed her again, pushing her onto her back and moving to lie on top of this amazing woman. As their bodies began to move against one another neither woman was surprised by how well their bodies seemed to fit.
The rest of the night was spent exploring each other, making new discoveries that neither woman would ever get tired of revisiting. They caressed, held and possessed with their hands, while their mouths kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled.
As though choreographed their bodies gave, received, encouraged and praised before exploding in a kaleidoscope of friendship, lust, pleasure, happiness and love.
Finally the sun peeked above the trees and shone through the still open window and the world greeted a new pair of lovers, welcoming them to the first day of their forever.
The End.
Comments: I don’t know when Willow and Tara’s first time was. This is just one possibility. Set straight after the candle goes out in New Moon Rising.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Josh Whedon and is Copyright © Mutant Enemy Productions and 20th Century Fox.
* * * *
After the candle had gone out it took Willow and Tara several seconds for their eyes to become accustom to the dark.
Thanks to the full moon, which was shining in through the open window, there was enough light in the room for the soon to be lover’s to see each other.
Taking the candle from Tara, Willow moved to place it on the desk before again standing in front of the blonde, only now much closer. Willow cupped Tara’s face with both hands, her fingers gently caressing the delicate skin.
Ever so gently Willow wiped away the tears that had begun to fall.
“Oh Willow I t-t-t-thought.”
Her words were cut short by the redhead’s thumb as it began to caress her lips.
“Shh baby. I came to tell you that I love you.”
Willow made sure to lock her eyes on the beautiful pools of blue before her.
“I love you. I love Tara Maclay with all my heart and all that I am.” Throwing her head back Willow yelled at the top of her lungs. “I LOVE TARA MACLAY.”
Both women laughed as they heard a distant reply. “That’s nice but would you shut the fuck up, people are trying to sleep here.”
Gazing into each other’s eyes Tara wrapped her arms around Willow’s waist and pulled her closer so their bodies were pushed up against one another. “I love you Willow.”
Looking back later neither woman would be able to say who moved first as their lips met in a deep, emotion filled kiss. The pair had kissed before, although it had always seemed that they were both holding something back.
Naivety, nervousness and uncertainty had seemed to plague them both. But now, things were somehow different. It was as if they had all the answers to a hard pop quiz.
The kiss was filled with hunger, desire and love. As tongues wrestled, seeking entry into mouths their hands began to explore. Before long the feel of material was not enough for either woman and clothes were shed.
Standing in the middle of the dorm room naked, both women caressed the other with their eyes. Drinking in the majesty of the swell of a breast and the curve of a hip, the beauty of each other’s body taking their breath away.
There was no shyness, no hesitation as Willow and Tara embraced, their hands once again exploring. Tara gently guided Willow’s hands to her breasts, the nipples hardening as though on command. Caressing and squeezing the firm mounds Willow soon moved her hands to cup them as her mouth devoured every inch of first the left and then the right breast.
Encouraged by the low moans coming form Tara, Willow guided them to the bed. Having pulled the sheets back the lover’s came together again in the middle of the bed, facing each other.
As Tara ran her hand through red locks, Willow let out a nervous sigh. “God baby, I’m so nervous.”
Tara frowned for a moment. “But you’ve d-d-done this b-b-before.”
Wrapping her arm around Tara’s waist and pulling her close so that the full length of their bodies came together as one, Willow kissed Tara on the lips before pulling her head back far enough to look into the blonde’s eyes.
“What I had with Oz, what I’ve done before, is nothing compared to what I have with you. Kissing you, touching you, making love with you is like my first time. You are my always, my everything. Nothing mattered before you.”
Before Tara had a chance to reply Willow kissed her again, pushing her onto her back and moving to lie on top of this amazing woman. As their bodies began to move against one another neither woman was surprised by how well their bodies seemed to fit.
The rest of the night was spent exploring each other, making new discoveries that neither woman would ever get tired of revisiting. They caressed, held and possessed with their hands, while their mouths kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled.
As though choreographed their bodies gave, received, encouraged and praised before exploding in a kaleidoscope of friendship, lust, pleasure, happiness and love.
Finally the sun peeked above the trees and shone through the still open window and the world greeted a new pair of lovers, welcoming them to the first day of their forever.
The End.
Monday, February 28, 2011
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.
* * * *
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.
* * * *
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.
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.
* * * *
“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.
* * * *
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.
* * * *
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.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
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.
* * * *
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.”
* * * *
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.
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.
* * * *
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.”
* * * *
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.
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.
* * * *
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.
* * * *
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.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Buffy: Tara's Morning (PG-13)
Pairing: Willow Rosenberg/Tara Maclay.
Summary: This is the same morning as Willow's Morning, but from Tara's point of view.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Josh Whedon and is Copyright © Mutant Enemy Productions and 20th Century Fox.
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Summary: This is the same morning as Willow's Morning, but from Tara's point of view.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Josh Whedon and is Copyright © Mutant Enemy Productions and 20th Century Fox.
* * * *
MMM big green eyes and sweet tasting lips.
Huh, what’s that noise? Ahh it’s stopped, that’s much better. Now where was I?
Soft red hair and a warm embrace. Not to forget those hands, Willow hands.
She must be awake because I can feel the bed dip as she moves.
Now something is touching my face. No. She is touching my face.
Slowly I open my eyes as sleep loses its grip. Pools of love filled green and a smile that makes my heart race slowly come into focus as my eyes adjust to the light filling our room.
There she is. My beautiful, smart, sexy and insatiable Willow.
This isn’t the first time I’ve caught her watching me sleep. It seems to have developed into a hobby. Not that I’m complaining. The look of pure love, tenderness and desire on her face and in her eyes always ignites a flame that makes my body burn from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
I move closer to her so that our bodies are pushed against one another, our arms hold each other and begin to explore. Just when I think my heart and soul can’t hold anymore love for her, they do. She is mine and I am hers, completely and without question.
Slowly, gently we begin to kiss. But the flame soon turns into a raging fire and love and passion soon take hold. Good morning my love.
What a way to start the day.
The End.
Huh, what’s that noise? Ahh it’s stopped, that’s much better. Now where was I?
Soft red hair and a warm embrace. Not to forget those hands, Willow hands.
She must be awake because I can feel the bed dip as she moves.
Now something is touching my face. No. She is touching my face.
Slowly I open my eyes as sleep loses its grip. Pools of love filled green and a smile that makes my heart race slowly come into focus as my eyes adjust to the light filling our room.
There she is. My beautiful, smart, sexy and insatiable Willow.
This isn’t the first time I’ve caught her watching me sleep. It seems to have developed into a hobby. Not that I’m complaining. The look of pure love, tenderness and desire on her face and in her eyes always ignites a flame that makes my body burn from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
I move closer to her so that our bodies are pushed against one another, our arms hold each other and begin to explore. Just when I think my heart and soul can’t hold anymore love for her, they do. She is mine and I am hers, completely and without question.
Slowly, gently we begin to kiss. But the flame soon turns into a raging fire and love and passion soon take hold. Good morning my love.
What a way to start the day.
The End.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
CSI: Protect and Serve (PG-13)
Pairing: Sara Sidle/Sofia Curtis.
Summary: Sofia wants to protect and serve.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
* * * *
Sara watched as the realisation that they had him cold crossed across Tom Simpson’s face. Sofia, who was leaning against the wall behind the brunette CSI had just told him as much when Sara saw a glint in his eye as he glared at the detective.
Experience told her what that look meant, all hell was about to break loose in interview room one. Without even thinking, Sara moved a split second after their suspect. As he jumped up and pushed the table aside on his way over to rip Sofia’s throat out, Sara lunged sideways.
In a tackle that would make any NFL defender proud Sara slammed into Simpson causing them both to fall to the floor in a pile of arms and legs. Quickly recovering from her surprise at the movement, Sofia grabbed Tom by the collar and dragged him to his feet. Slamming him into the wall she was locking handcuffs on him as the door banged open and Grissom and Brass rushed in.
Sofia internally kicked herself as she glanced at Sara who was still lying on the floor, gasping for breath. Damn it, I should have seen that coming. Gil gently reached down and helped the younger CSI to her feet.
“Sara, are you ok?”
Taking several deep breaths Sara nodded before finally being able to speak.
“Fine. Winded.”
Brass moved to the other side of Simpson and took a firm grip of his upper arm in an almost identical fashion to the way Sofia had a hold of his other arm. Jim could see that Sofia was upset by the incident. He knew it wasn’t just the fact that she had once been a CSI herself.
While the police often made fun of the “nerd squad” it was an unspoken rule that the CSIs were to be protected at all times. The important role that forensics played in catching the bad guys was understood. Even though the CSIs carried guns and were trained to use them, any cop worth their salt felt that while there was a cop around a CSI would never be forced to fend for themselves or be harmed in any way.
“Let’s get this jerk out of here.”
Before Sofia had a chance to say anything Brass moved towards the door, pulling Tom with him. Glancing at Sara again, Sofia exited the room giving Simpson’s arm a not too gentle squeeze.
* * * *
Sara grabbed the freshly brewed coffee and made herself comfortable on the couch. Once Jim and Sofia have dragged the suspect out of the interview room, Grissom had sent her straight home. She had thought about arguing with him but in the end she figured she could just go in early to finish off her report.
While she knew her ribs may be a little sore for a couple of days Sara knew she had done the right thing. Tackling Simpson had stopped him getting to Sofia and judging from the look in his eyes he was planning on causing some serious damage to the detective.
The thought of any harm coming to the beautiful blonde made Sara’s stomach churn. She had realised early on that she had feelings for the CSI come detective that were way beyond platonic. Figuring that her feelings would never be returned Sara had kept her distance from Sofia. Knowing that her behaviour had sometimes boarded on rude Sara knew that if she was to get over her crush and move on it had to be that way.
Lost in Sofia filled thoughts, Sara almost didn’t hear the knock on her door. As the door swung open Sara nearly forgot to breathe when she found Sofia standing on her doorstep. Without saying a word Sofia squeezed passed the stunned brunette and moved to the living room.
* * * *
As soon as Tom Simpson had been taken care off Sofia had searched the labs looking for Sara. Not being able to find the CSI, Sofia had tracked Grissom down instead. As soon as he told her that Sara had gone home, Sofia had high tailed it out of there and in record time she found herself parked in front of Sara’s apartment building.
Sofia had found herself parked in front of the building before on a couple of occasions, never getting the nerve to actually get out of her car. Her need to make sure Sara was okay motivated her and she found herself at last standing in front of the brunette’s door.
When Sara had opened the door, the look of surprise on her face would have made Sofia laugh if she hadn’t of been so nervous. Slipping inside the apartment before she chickened out she found herself standing next to the couch, praying she wouldn’t say anything stupid.
* * * *
Sara and Sofia were standing in Sara’s living room, each looking everywhere else but at each other. Finally making eye contact Sofia broke the silence.
“Are you ok?”
Sara smiled at the obvious concern showing on Sofia’s face and in her tone of voice.
“I’m fine. I’ll be a little sore tomorrow, but no permanent damage.”
Sofia felt some of the tension leave her body. While her brain had known that in all probability Sara would be fine her heart wasn’t prepared to listen until she could see for herself.
Before her brain even registered what she was doing, Sofia had moved to stand directly in front of Sara her right hand gently cupping the left side of Sara’s face.
“Sara Sidle, don’t you ever do anything like that again. Seeing you on the floor scared me to death.”
Sara had barely heard a word. The touch of Sofia’s hand had set her body on fire, the need to feel more of the blonde consuming her. Barely fighting the urge to push her body against Sofia and kiss her senseless Sara tried to focus on the conversation.
“He was going to attack you. I couldn’t let that happen.”
The smile that slowly spread across Sofia’s face made Sara’s heart skip a beat. The two woman stood still not saying a word for almost a full minute before Sofia’s smile faded, replaced with a look of determination.
“I’m the cop Sara, it’s my job to protect and serve. That includes protecting you from getting hurt. No more heroics, I won’t allow it.”
As she was speaking, Sofia moved a little closer to Sara, her right hand combing through dark hair. The heat from Sofia’s body and the feel of her hand teasing her scalp was enough to spur Sara into action. Placing her hands on Sofia’s hips, Sara pulled the blonde towards her until their bodies pressed together.
Meeting no resistance Sara pulled at Sofia’s shirt, pulling it free from her pants. Never breaking eye contact Sara slipped her hands underneath the fabric, gently caressing the warm skin of Sofia’s sides.
Closing her eyes briefly, Sofia concentrated on the feel of Sara’s hands on her body. She had fantasised about this moment for a long time and now that she was in Sara’s arms Sofia realised that the real thing was so much better than anything her imagination could come up with.
Finally opening her eyes, Sofia could no longer hold back the moan that had been fighting to escape ever since their bodies had come together. If it was possible, Sara’s eyes had become an even darker shade of brown, while her breathing had become ragged. Able to resist no longer, Sofia captured Sara’s lips in a gentle kiss.
Finally, both women reluctantly broke the kiss. As Sara tried to catch her breathe, Sofia couldn’t remember ever seeing her look so beautiful. “God you drive me crazy. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How sexy?”
Blushing at Sofia’s words, Sara didn’t even try to stop a huge smile from taking over her face. “I could ask you the same questions.”
Feeling happier than she had in a long time, Sofia moved in for another kiss. This one filled with more passion than the first. As tongues and hands explored, both women knew that tonight was going to be about more than just sex. Tonight would be the beginning for them.
Breaking the kiss Sara slowly started moving them away from the couch. Thinking of all the ways she had planned on telling the beautiful detective how she felt, Sara’s lust filled brain could only come up with one word.
“Bedroom.”
Sofia felt her level of excitement grow as she realised she was about to sleep with the woman she has been lusting after and slowly falling in love with. Actually there probably won’t be much sleep going on.
“Sara, I might not have been able to protect you tonight, but I plan on making up for it by performing my other sworn duty.” Seeing the raised eyebrows of her soon to be lover Sofia couldn’t stop the sexiest smirk that Sara had ever seen appearing as she leaned in and whispered in the CSIs ear.
“I’m going to serve you as often and as long as you want me to.”
Sofia could have sworn she heard a low groan come from the other woman as Sara grabbed her by the arm and dragged her towards her bedroom.
The End.
Summary: Sofia wants to protect and serve.
CSI was created by Anthony E Zuiker and is Copyright © Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
* * * *
Sara watched as the realisation that they had him cold crossed across Tom Simpson’s face. Sofia, who was leaning against the wall behind the brunette CSI had just told him as much when Sara saw a glint in his eye as he glared at the detective.
Experience told her what that look meant, all hell was about to break loose in interview room one. Without even thinking, Sara moved a split second after their suspect. As he jumped up and pushed the table aside on his way over to rip Sofia’s throat out, Sara lunged sideways.
In a tackle that would make any NFL defender proud Sara slammed into Simpson causing them both to fall to the floor in a pile of arms and legs. Quickly recovering from her surprise at the movement, Sofia grabbed Tom by the collar and dragged him to his feet. Slamming him into the wall she was locking handcuffs on him as the door banged open and Grissom and Brass rushed in.
Sofia internally kicked herself as she glanced at Sara who was still lying on the floor, gasping for breath. Damn it, I should have seen that coming. Gil gently reached down and helped the younger CSI to her feet.
“Sara, are you ok?”
Taking several deep breaths Sara nodded before finally being able to speak.
“Fine. Winded.”
Brass moved to the other side of Simpson and took a firm grip of his upper arm in an almost identical fashion to the way Sofia had a hold of his other arm. Jim could see that Sofia was upset by the incident. He knew it wasn’t just the fact that she had once been a CSI herself.
While the police often made fun of the “nerd squad” it was an unspoken rule that the CSIs were to be protected at all times. The important role that forensics played in catching the bad guys was understood. Even though the CSIs carried guns and were trained to use them, any cop worth their salt felt that while there was a cop around a CSI would never be forced to fend for themselves or be harmed in any way.
“Let’s get this jerk out of here.”
Before Sofia had a chance to say anything Brass moved towards the door, pulling Tom with him. Glancing at Sara again, Sofia exited the room giving Simpson’s arm a not too gentle squeeze.
* * * *
Sara grabbed the freshly brewed coffee and made herself comfortable on the couch. Once Jim and Sofia have dragged the suspect out of the interview room, Grissom had sent her straight home. She had thought about arguing with him but in the end she figured she could just go in early to finish off her report.
While she knew her ribs may be a little sore for a couple of days Sara knew she had done the right thing. Tackling Simpson had stopped him getting to Sofia and judging from the look in his eyes he was planning on causing some serious damage to the detective.
The thought of any harm coming to the beautiful blonde made Sara’s stomach churn. She had realised early on that she had feelings for the CSI come detective that were way beyond platonic. Figuring that her feelings would never be returned Sara had kept her distance from Sofia. Knowing that her behaviour had sometimes boarded on rude Sara knew that if she was to get over her crush and move on it had to be that way.
Lost in Sofia filled thoughts, Sara almost didn’t hear the knock on her door. As the door swung open Sara nearly forgot to breathe when she found Sofia standing on her doorstep. Without saying a word Sofia squeezed passed the stunned brunette and moved to the living room.
* * * *
As soon as Tom Simpson had been taken care off Sofia had searched the labs looking for Sara. Not being able to find the CSI, Sofia had tracked Grissom down instead. As soon as he told her that Sara had gone home, Sofia had high tailed it out of there and in record time she found herself parked in front of Sara’s apartment building.
Sofia had found herself parked in front of the building before on a couple of occasions, never getting the nerve to actually get out of her car. Her need to make sure Sara was okay motivated her and she found herself at last standing in front of the brunette’s door.
When Sara had opened the door, the look of surprise on her face would have made Sofia laugh if she hadn’t of been so nervous. Slipping inside the apartment before she chickened out she found herself standing next to the couch, praying she wouldn’t say anything stupid.
* * * *
Sara and Sofia were standing in Sara’s living room, each looking everywhere else but at each other. Finally making eye contact Sofia broke the silence.
“Are you ok?”
Sara smiled at the obvious concern showing on Sofia’s face and in her tone of voice.
“I’m fine. I’ll be a little sore tomorrow, but no permanent damage.”
Sofia felt some of the tension leave her body. While her brain had known that in all probability Sara would be fine her heart wasn’t prepared to listen until she could see for herself.
Before her brain even registered what she was doing, Sofia had moved to stand directly in front of Sara her right hand gently cupping the left side of Sara’s face.
“Sara Sidle, don’t you ever do anything like that again. Seeing you on the floor scared me to death.”
Sara had barely heard a word. The touch of Sofia’s hand had set her body on fire, the need to feel more of the blonde consuming her. Barely fighting the urge to push her body against Sofia and kiss her senseless Sara tried to focus on the conversation.
“He was going to attack you. I couldn’t let that happen.”
The smile that slowly spread across Sofia’s face made Sara’s heart skip a beat. The two woman stood still not saying a word for almost a full minute before Sofia’s smile faded, replaced with a look of determination.
“I’m the cop Sara, it’s my job to protect and serve. That includes protecting you from getting hurt. No more heroics, I won’t allow it.”
As she was speaking, Sofia moved a little closer to Sara, her right hand combing through dark hair. The heat from Sofia’s body and the feel of her hand teasing her scalp was enough to spur Sara into action. Placing her hands on Sofia’s hips, Sara pulled the blonde towards her until their bodies pressed together.
Meeting no resistance Sara pulled at Sofia’s shirt, pulling it free from her pants. Never breaking eye contact Sara slipped her hands underneath the fabric, gently caressing the warm skin of Sofia’s sides.
Closing her eyes briefly, Sofia concentrated on the feel of Sara’s hands on her body. She had fantasised about this moment for a long time and now that she was in Sara’s arms Sofia realised that the real thing was so much better than anything her imagination could come up with.
Finally opening her eyes, Sofia could no longer hold back the moan that had been fighting to escape ever since their bodies had come together. If it was possible, Sara’s eyes had become an even darker shade of brown, while her breathing had become ragged. Able to resist no longer, Sofia captured Sara’s lips in a gentle kiss.
Finally, both women reluctantly broke the kiss. As Sara tried to catch her breathe, Sofia couldn’t remember ever seeing her look so beautiful. “God you drive me crazy. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How sexy?”
Blushing at Sofia’s words, Sara didn’t even try to stop a huge smile from taking over her face. “I could ask you the same questions.”
Feeling happier than she had in a long time, Sofia moved in for another kiss. This one filled with more passion than the first. As tongues and hands explored, both women knew that tonight was going to be about more than just sex. Tonight would be the beginning for them.
Breaking the kiss Sara slowly started moving them away from the couch. Thinking of all the ways she had planned on telling the beautiful detective how she felt, Sara’s lust filled brain could only come up with one word.
“Bedroom.”
Sofia felt her level of excitement grow as she realised she was about to sleep with the woman she has been lusting after and slowly falling in love with. Actually there probably won’t be much sleep going on.
“Sara, I might not have been able to protect you tonight, but I plan on making up for it by performing my other sworn duty.” Seeing the raised eyebrows of her soon to be lover Sofia couldn’t stop the sexiest smirk that Sara had ever seen appearing as she leaned in and whispered in the CSIs ear.
“I’m going to serve you as often and as long as you want me to.”
Sofia could have sworn she heard a low groan come from the other woman as Sara grabbed her by the arm and dragged her towards her bedroom.
The End.
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