Around the Clock
Title: Lemons
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Cath/Sara (prompt - 08.00 - Heyday)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 225
AN: Set during episode 4.02, 'It's raining man juice.' 'Hallelujah.' indeed.
"Mark my words, that is the last decomp I am going on. If Grissom ever wants his cockroaches babysat again there will be no more bloated corpses..."
Catherine's rant continued, even as her eyes closed against the wall shower spray she was pushed through,
"I don't think I'll ever be able to take a bath again."
Sara dipped a fingertip in the pooled water of Catherine's belly button, before brushing her hand lower to rub against wet curls.
"I think I can deal with that,"
Her tone was rich and sardonic, she curled one finger like a promise into Catherine, then pulled it out quickly into the cascading shower stream.
Catherine nearly choked on warm water. Grabbing the bottle at her feet she attempted to assert her control on the situation,
"Can I ask why we're using washing up liquid?"
Sara leant forward, allowing Catherine to run slick hands through her hair,
"Lemons are the only way I can deal with the smell of decomp. Unfortunately there are none in my apartment, so scented washing up liquid it is."
She shrugged in apology for her threadbare apartment. Then laughed, deep in her throat, for the memory of her recently deceased single life.
Catherine acknowledged the laugh with a giddy smile as she slid her shining thigh between Sara's.
They moved smooothly with eachother beneath the shower, warm skin and lemon bubbles gliding underneath their hands.
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Cath/Sara (prompt - 08.00 - Heyday)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 225
AN: Set during episode 4.02, 'It's raining man juice.' 'Hallelujah.' indeed.
"Mark my words, that is the last decomp I am going on. If Grissom ever wants his cockroaches babysat again there will be no more bloated corpses..."
Catherine's rant continued, even as her eyes closed against the wall shower spray she was pushed through,
"I don't think I'll ever be able to take a bath again."
Sara dipped a fingertip in the pooled water of Catherine's belly button, before brushing her hand lower to rub against wet curls.
"I think I can deal with that,"
Her tone was rich and sardonic, she curled one finger like a promise into Catherine, then pulled it out quickly into the cascading shower stream.
Catherine nearly choked on warm water. Grabbing the bottle at her feet she attempted to assert her control on the situation,
"Can I ask why we're using washing up liquid?"
Sara leant forward, allowing Catherine to run slick hands through her hair,
"Lemons are the only way I can deal with the smell of decomp. Unfortunately there are none in my apartment, so scented washing up liquid it is."
She shrugged in apology for her threadbare apartment. Then laughed, deep in her throat, for the memory of her recently deceased single life.
Catherine acknowledged the laugh with a giddy smile as she slid her shining thigh between Sara's.
They moved smooothly with eachother beneath the shower, warm skin and lemon bubbles gliding underneath their hands.