Title: Squirm
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: R
Pairings: Sara/Sofia
Date: 9 September 2007
Word Count: 202
Written for:
smut_69 table of promptsPrompt: writhe
Summary: It amuses me that she's so antsy, so needy, so submissive.
Sequel: to
HotWarnings: Girl + girl = smut. Don't like? Fuck off.
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Frisked & Conquered
Link to:
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Author’s Disclaimer: "CSI: Crime Scene Investigators," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis, and CBS Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "CSI: Crime Scene Investigators," CBS, or any representatives of Jorja Fox or Louise Lombard.
Author’s Notes: I had to do the sequel, yo! And there will still be more coming. Trust me. Sofia isn't done with being Sara's pet in liquid latex quite yet… And yes, this little series will eventually be part of LWM…somehow.
Beta: Nope, not beta'd yet. I completely reserve the right to fuck with this down the line.
Dedication: My muses, for making sure I'm not bored at work…
"Squirm"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Stop it, Sofia!"
My sharp words, accompanied by a playful slap to her ass, stop Sofia in her tracks with a full body shudder. It amuses me that she's so antsy, so needy, so submissive. Well, it amuses me when it's not already turning me totally the hell on.
She sucks in a shaky breath and stares at me through lust-hazed eyes. "Get this shit off me, Sara," she purrs wantonly, "and I'll do anything you want. No questions asked. Anything."
Now that's quite a proposition: Sofia willing to do anything I ask. The mind positively boggles. Determined, I grace her with a dark smile. "Anything?" I murmur, slowly peeling the liquid latex second skin from her body like a Band-Aid. I find myself mesmerized by the goose bumps rising up in the wake of the rubbery covering, and I want nothing more than to warm her newly bared skin with my tongue.
"Please, Sar," she whines, squirming under my touch. The movement spurs me on to tug suddenly at the latex, exposing her left nipple, which is quickly covered again by my lips. "Sara!" My name is shrieked in practically supersonic tones.
Oh yeah, I think I like this game…a lot.