Challenge 82 -- Strength
Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
Challenge: 82 - Strength
Word Count: 245
Rating: R?
Title:
Stronger Than That
“Sara?”
Catherine.
“Here,” I call, from under the Ford. I grit my teeth and twist, unscrewing a difficult cap.
I hear her footsteps on the concrete floor of the garage. I swab the drain for blood.
“Sara?” Her voice is softer, now. I lift my head slightly, just missing the muffler. I can see her squatting - although the word ‘squatting’ never really suited her - between my own knees.
“What’s up?” I turn most of my attention back to the car body two inches from my nose, start fighting with another cap - and then she touches me.
She lays her hand right between my legs -- That is not fair! - and starts to move it, very slowly, back and forth.
I try not to move. The last thing I want to do right now is squirm against her hand or spread my legs further to make this easier for her.
Come on, Sara, I think. Don’t let her get to you. I try to concentrate on what I’m doing, but I can feel myself getting wet.
Damn! I can do better than this. I’m stronger than this!
“Sara,” she says again, almost a whisper, “I want you-” but then I hear the click of the garage door.
“Sara, you in here?”
“Yeah, Warrick," I manage. "Under the car.”
Catherine's hand stops moving.
“I want you,” she continues, “to let me know if you find anything, okay?” and then she gets up and she walks away.
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
Challenge: 82 - Strength
Word Count: 245
Rating: R?
Title:
Stronger Than That
“Sara?”
Catherine.
“Here,” I call, from under the Ford. I grit my teeth and twist, unscrewing a difficult cap.
I hear her footsteps on the concrete floor of the garage. I swab the drain for blood.
“Sara?” Her voice is softer, now. I lift my head slightly, just missing the muffler. I can see her squatting - although the word ‘squatting’ never really suited her - between my own knees.
“What’s up?” I turn most of my attention back to the car body two inches from my nose, start fighting with another cap - and then she touches me.
She lays her hand right between my legs -- That is not fair! - and starts to move it, very slowly, back and forth.
I try not to move. The last thing I want to do right now is squirm against her hand or spread my legs further to make this easier for her.
Come on, Sara, I think. Don’t let her get to you. I try to concentrate on what I’m doing, but I can feel myself getting wet.
Damn! I can do better than this. I’m stronger than this!
“Sara,” she says again, almost a whisper, “I want you-” but then I hear the click of the garage door.
“Sara, you in here?”
“Yeah, Warrick," I manage. "Under the car.”
Catherine's hand stops moving.
“I want you,” she continues, “to let me know if you find anything, okay?” and then she gets up and she walks away.