Remainders (again)
More Andie-related fic.
Lots of fun.
Enjoy.
Notes: The first three over-lap eachother, as they're the same vignette from three points of view. The other two (and there will be more dealing with this, I'm sure) have to do with what happened in the ten minutes or so after the fact.
Caught Out
Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Sara/Catherine (Sara/OFC)
Challenge: 9 - Discovery
Word Count: 190
Rating: NC17
Title:
Catherine (I)
”Why are the blinds closed?” Grissom had asked.
“I have a headache,” I told him, slumped at my desk, hoping he’d believe me.
“Why are the blinds closed?” Sara, this time.
I look up, a smile playing at my lips.
“Why do you think?”
That was ten minutes ago. Now the door’s closed and I’ve got her pressed against the filing cabinet, one hand down her jeans - oh, god, she’s wetter than anything!
Her hands are inside my blouse, teasing my nipples, and her mouth is hot on mine.
I know we’d decided to keep it out of the office, but… I needed this. I needed proof.
“Come home with me tonight,” I whisper against her mouth, stroking her sodden clit with my fingers. “I want to lick chocolate off your body. Would you like that?”
She nods her head, breathing her consent, and arches against my hand.
“Do you like this?” I murmur in her ear, picking up my pace. Her breath, panting and ragged, matches my speed. “Tell me you li-”
A click. The door!
“Catherine?”
Shit!
Andie sticks her head around the door.
“Oh. God.”
Discovered.
***
Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Sara/Catherine (Sara/OFC)
Challenge: 26 - Careless
Word Count: 218
Rating: NC17
Title:
Sara (II)
“I want to lick chocolate off your body,” she whispers huskily, her lips moving on mine. “Would you like that?”
I arch against her hand -- Fuck! Catherine, you’re a tease! -- and the handles of the filing cabinet dig harder into my back.
“Uh-huh,” I breathe, wanting her to go faster. I pinch her nipple, and grind my hips against her, my abdomen starting to flutter in exactly the right way. More, fuck, come on!
“Do you like this?” her breath hot on my ear, her fingers moving faster, sending ripples through me. “Tell me you li-”
But I hear the click of the latch and every muscle squeezes.
Fuck.
I didn’t lock the door when I came in.
“Catherine?”
Andie.
“Oh. God,” she says, when she sees us - Catherine with her hand in my jeans, and me with Catherine’s tits in my hands. She glances at me, and I don’t know whether she’s the worst person to discover us, or the best. She looks back at Catherine.
“You really do have a headache, don’t you?”
Bitch.
“Uh… God… That DB from the park?" she continues. "You might want to see what I found. Uh… I’ll give you a minute to clean up.” She left, closing the door tightly behind her.
I breath out.
Thanks, Andie.
***
Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Sara/Catherine (Sara/OFC)
Challenge: 3 - Surprise
Word Count: 249
Rating: NC17
Title:
Andie (III)
It only takes two false starts to find Catherine’s office.
Normally I’d page her, but this is too weird.
I like Catherine. A closet-case if ever there was one, but nice. Smart as whip.
Her blinds are closed. Huh. No, wait. Grissom said she had a headache.
I turn the handle, and push.
“Catherine?”
Woops.
Maybe not as much of a closet case as I thought.
“Oh. God.”
They’re both staring at me. Catherine looks like a fifteen year old who’s been caught shop-lifting. Or a six year old with her hand caught in the cookie jar. Or the honey pot, as the case may be. Sara… I know that look: Stubborn and angry, and… just like she looked when I caught her with Jeff back in senior year.
I look back at Catherine.
“You really do have a headache, don’t you?”
She just stares at me.
“Uh… God… That DB from the park? You might want to see what I found. Uh… I’ll give you a minute to clean up.” They watch me leave, and I close the door tightly behind me.
Fuck, Sara… Lock the door next time.
“Hey, Andie,” Greg. “Catherine in her office?”
“Uh, yeah… Don’t go in there.”
“Why not?”
I stop him pushing past me.
“She’s really not feeling well. I think she just threw up. Give her a few minutes to clean up, okay? And knock before you go in.” God knows I will! “Hey,” I ask. “Wanna see something really cool?”
*~*~*
Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
Challenge: 20 - Conflict
Word Count: 135
Rating: R
Title:
Get Used to It
We stared at the closed door for a minute, frozen the way she’d found us.
I let go of her breast, extracting my fingers from her bra. She pulled her hand out of my pants, going back to her desk and wiping her fingers with a tissue.
She didn’t look at me.
“So…” I zipped up my jeans. “Now what?”
“You leave.”
“Woah, what?”
“Get outta here. Go to the break room, go visit Greg in DNA, just leave me alone.”
“Catherine!” I can’t believe this. It was her idea to do it in her office. Why is she acting like I did something wrong. I shake my head. “Fine.” I pull the door open and walk out - the hallway’s empty, thank god.
You’re a fucking dyke, Catherine, I think, angrily. Get used to it!
***
Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
Challenge: 18 - Excuses
Word Count: 140
Rating: PG?
Title:
IOU
Dammit!
Why does she always do this to me?
I can be perfectly normal as long as she’s not around, but as soon she gets here, I turn into this fucked up slut! What the hell?
I wipe my eyes and blow my nose. Having a break-down is not going to solve this.
Fuck!
Now what am I supposed to do?
There’s a knock at the door.
“Catherine?”
I sigh.
“Come on in, Greg.”
The door opens, carefully.
“You okay?”
I look at him, hard.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
I shouldn’t be taking this out on him.
“I-uh… Andie said you threw up…?”
She said-?
I can’t help smiling a little, then. Apparently I owe someone a drink.
“You could say that,” I answer. God, what a relief! “It’s- I’m okay now. I’m fine. What’ve you got?”
*~*~*~*~*
So. Question: Was it wierd of Andie to cover for them? (I think something similar happened to her in highschool, and someone covered for her then. Or something.).
Anyway, what do you think? :-)
Lots of fun.
Enjoy.
Notes: The first three over-lap eachother, as they're the same vignette from three points of view. The other two (and there will be more dealing with this, I'm sure) have to do with what happened in the ten minutes or so after the fact.
Caught Out
Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Sara/Catherine (Sara/OFC)
Challenge: 9 - Discovery
Word Count: 190
Rating: NC17
Title:
Catherine (I)
”Why are the blinds closed?” Grissom had asked.
“I have a headache,” I told him, slumped at my desk, hoping he’d believe me.
“Why are the blinds closed?” Sara, this time.
I look up, a smile playing at my lips.
“Why do you think?”
That was ten minutes ago. Now the door’s closed and I’ve got her pressed against the filing cabinet, one hand down her jeans - oh, god, she’s wetter than anything!
Her hands are inside my blouse, teasing my nipples, and her mouth is hot on mine.
I know we’d decided to keep it out of the office, but… I needed this. I needed proof.
“Come home with me tonight,” I whisper against her mouth, stroking her sodden clit with my fingers. “I want to lick chocolate off your body. Would you like that?”
She nods her head, breathing her consent, and arches against my hand.
“Do you like this?” I murmur in her ear, picking up my pace. Her breath, panting and ragged, matches my speed. “Tell me you li-”
A click. The door!
“Catherine?”
Shit!
Andie sticks her head around the door.
“Oh. God.”
Discovered.
***
Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Sara/Catherine (Sara/OFC)
Challenge: 26 - Careless
Word Count: 218
Rating: NC17
Title:
Sara (II)
“I want to lick chocolate off your body,” she whispers huskily, her lips moving on mine. “Would you like that?”
I arch against her hand -- Fuck! Catherine, you’re a tease! -- and the handles of the filing cabinet dig harder into my back.
“Uh-huh,” I breathe, wanting her to go faster. I pinch her nipple, and grind my hips against her, my abdomen starting to flutter in exactly the right way. More, fuck, come on!
“Do you like this?” her breath hot on my ear, her fingers moving faster, sending ripples through me. “Tell me you li-”
But I hear the click of the latch and every muscle squeezes.
Fuck.
I didn’t lock the door when I came in.
“Catherine?”
Andie.
“Oh. God,” she says, when she sees us - Catherine with her hand in my jeans, and me with Catherine’s tits in my hands. She glances at me, and I don’t know whether she’s the worst person to discover us, or the best. She looks back at Catherine.
“You really do have a headache, don’t you?”
Bitch.
“Uh… God… That DB from the park?" she continues. "You might want to see what I found. Uh… I’ll give you a minute to clean up.” She left, closing the door tightly behind her.
I breath out.
Thanks, Andie.
***
Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Sara/Catherine (Sara/OFC)
Challenge: 3 - Surprise
Word Count: 249
Rating: NC17
Title:
Andie (III)
It only takes two false starts to find Catherine’s office.
Normally I’d page her, but this is too weird.
I like Catherine. A closet-case if ever there was one, but nice. Smart as whip.
Her blinds are closed. Huh. No, wait. Grissom said she had a headache.
I turn the handle, and push.
“Catherine?”
Woops.
Maybe not as much of a closet case as I thought.
“Oh. God.”
They’re both staring at me. Catherine looks like a fifteen year old who’s been caught shop-lifting. Or a six year old with her hand caught in the cookie jar. Or the honey pot, as the case may be. Sara… I know that look: Stubborn and angry, and… just like she looked when I caught her with Jeff back in senior year.
I look back at Catherine.
“You really do have a headache, don’t you?”
She just stares at me.
“Uh… God… That DB from the park? You might want to see what I found. Uh… I’ll give you a minute to clean up.” They watch me leave, and I close the door tightly behind me.
Fuck, Sara… Lock the door next time.
“Hey, Andie,” Greg. “Catherine in her office?”
“Uh, yeah… Don’t go in there.”
“Why not?”
I stop him pushing past me.
“She’s really not feeling well. I think she just threw up. Give her a few minutes to clean up, okay? And knock before you go in.” God knows I will! “Hey,” I ask. “Wanna see something really cool?”
*~*~*
Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
Challenge: 20 - Conflict
Word Count: 135
Rating: R
Title:
Get Used to It
We stared at the closed door for a minute, frozen the way she’d found us.
I let go of her breast, extracting my fingers from her bra. She pulled her hand out of my pants, going back to her desk and wiping her fingers with a tissue.
She didn’t look at me.
“So…” I zipped up my jeans. “Now what?”
“You leave.”
“Woah, what?”
“Get outta here. Go to the break room, go visit Greg in DNA, just leave me alone.”
“Catherine!” I can’t believe this. It was her idea to do it in her office. Why is she acting like I did something wrong. I shake my head. “Fine.” I pull the door open and walk out - the hallway’s empty, thank god.
You’re a fucking dyke, Catherine, I think, angrily. Get used to it!
***
Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
Challenge: 18 - Excuses
Word Count: 140
Rating: PG?
Title:
IOU
Dammit!
Why does she always do this to me?
I can be perfectly normal as long as she’s not around, but as soon she gets here, I turn into this fucked up slut! What the hell?
I wipe my eyes and blow my nose. Having a break-down is not going to solve this.
Fuck!
Now what am I supposed to do?
There’s a knock at the door.
“Catherine?”
I sigh.
“Come on in, Greg.”
The door opens, carefully.
“You okay?”
I look at him, hard.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
I shouldn’t be taking this out on him.
“I-uh… Andie said you threw up…?”
She said-?
I can’t help smiling a little, then. Apparently I owe someone a drink.
“You could say that,” I answer. God, what a relief! “It’s- I’m okay now. I’m fine. What’ve you got?”
*~*~*~*~*
So. Question: Was it wierd of Andie to cover for them? (I think something similar happened to her in highschool, and someone covered for her then. Or something.).
Anyway, what do you think? :-)