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Title: Blind Attraction
Author:
rainbowjumpsuit
Pairing:Cath/Sara
Rating: M
Spoilers: nada
Summary: pretty much just PWP. I'm trying to get into writing fic again and this is pretty much my first attempt in 2 years. I hope it doesn't bomb completely. Anyhow, just enjoy some good old Catherine/Sara smut, no plot needed! Just add water!
P.S: This is not beta'd. I just don't do well with beta's. All mistakes are completely mine.
The LVPD crime lab was alive with noise; people chatting in the hallways, machines humming and whirring, phones ringing, and many other delightful sounds. Sounds which Sara Sidle was completely oblivious to. Her tall, lanky frame was curled in on itself, as if she was doing her best impersonation of a snail. Anyone new to the day-shift would've been curious as to what the attractive brunette was still doing curled up on the couch in the breakroom, book in hand, shift having ended some time ago. As it was though, everyone, day and night shift were used to these "Sara-sightings" as they'd been dubbed.
As Catherine strode toward the locker room to collect her things for the day something caught her eye. Coming to a halt in front of the breakroom door, the blonde took a moment to observe Sara. Her feet were curled under her bottom and her nose was shoved into what appeared to be a forensics magazine. Catherine couldn't quite stifle the chuckle she'd been holding back as she thought to herself only Sara would stay late after work just to read some more about work.
Shaking her head, Catherine allowed herself a few more steps into the room, still without saying a word. It wasn't until Catherine strode to the coffee pot to pour them both a cup of the brew that Sara's head snapped up from the article she was reading and regarded Catherine, as if for the first time.
Smiling slightly, Sara righted herself on the couch, her sore leg muscles protesting beneath her. Soon Catherine was sitting beside her collegue proferring the younger CSI a delicious-smelling mug of what could only have been Greg's secret stash.
As Catherine sipped, her eyes began to glint mischeaveously as she turned to face her colleague. Again Catherine chuckled.
"Greg's special brew again?" she inquired, shock evident on her face. Greg's coffee was famous for being the best in the lab, though usually he kept it hidden somewhere near his porn droor - a place he knew not many people dared venture into.
Sara grinned, a tiny blush creeping up her cheeks, "yeah. I was in here earlier looking for the sugar and Greg took it upon himself to brew us a pot of his beloved Blue Hawaiin."
Catherine chuckled again at this, eliciting a smirk and a raised eyebrow from the brunette.
"What?!" explained Catherine, noticing the look on Sara's face.
Sara laughed, "I was just about to ask you the same question. You had this look on your face like... like.. I don't know.
Catherine sighed a little, debating the best way to alert her co-worker to the DNA tech's massive crush on a certain vegetarian, insomniac, boot-wearing, CSI.
"Well," Catherine finally managed, allowing just a hint of a smile to grace her beautiful features in the process, "That boy clearly has it bad for you. And you call yourself a CSI?"
Sara's eyes widened a bit, her body stiffening before she turned around to face Catherine head-on. "He - what?" she sputtered, "You've got to be crazy, that guy is such a horn-dog. I think he has a crush on every woman in this building!"
Catherine grinned slyly before replying "Yeah well, that maybe be true, but I do believe that you Miss Sidle are at the top of his list. Haven't you ever seen the way he looks at you? The extra care he takes when working your evidence, the very little time it takes him to process your stuff first? He has got it bad for you Sara, my God are you blind??" Catherine's voice was becoming slightly shrill as she finished her tirade.
Sara blushed again, although Catherine could tell that Sara was trying to surpress it, a small smile snuck its way across the younger CSI's lips. Catherine couldn't help grinning in return. As their eyes locked something passed between them, neither able to identify what that something was at the moment, they instead chose to ignore it.
As a lull began to settle over the breakroom, Catherine broke the silence. "So where the hell is everyone anyway? Shift started twenty minutes ago."
At Catherine's declaration Sara started a little, checking her watch to indeed confirm that yes, shift should have started by now. Just then, however, Catherine noticed a small slip of yellow paper partially buried under various books and magazines on the breakroom table. Scanning the paper, Catherine let out a huff of annoyance before passing the slip onto Sara. Sara too scanned the paper, her only reaction being a dejected sigh followed by a muttered curse under her breath.
"This sucks." voiced Catherine, first to state what they were both thinking. Sara nodded along in agreement. The slip of paper had informed them that, since they both had no cases for the day they were to stick close to the lab and finish up on paperwork. They would at least still be on call if something came up. Sara chastised herself momentarily as she realized she'd just almost let herself hope for a homicide just to save her from the mind-numbing task of paperwork.
Both women sat a while longer, alternately pouting and hoping for a new case, before Catherine finally rose to leave. "OK, I guess I'll go to my office now and get started on the paperwork from hell." she groused.
This caused Sara to grin, wide enough to show her gap-toothed smile, which she attempted to make disappear seconds later as Catherine turned back around toward the younger woman.
Using one of her famous eyebrow arches, Catherine eyed Sara before striding to the breakroom door and clasping the handle. When the sound of the door could be heard clicking shut Sara glanced up, hopeful for one last look at her gorgeous partner. Sara had no trouble admitting that she was gay, or that she was attracted to Catherine. No, Sara's only qualms came from the rejection she knew she'd face if she ever did get the nerve to ask her out on a date.
She's straight, she has a daughter, and she could have any man or woman she wants! Sara reminded herself. She tossed her forensics journal back to the table and emptied her coffee mug before vacating the breakroom in search of a quiet place to work on her paperwork.
As she trekked through the lab, Sara envied the techs and the CSI's and well, just about anyone who wasn't being forced to do paperwork. She was so busy concentrating on the boring day that lay ahead of her that she almost missed her name being called from an office to her right.
"Hey Sara" the voice called again, and this time Sara recognized it to be Catherine's. In no hurry to begin her paperwork, Sara strode into Catherine's office and took a seat across from the blonde, waiting patiently.
Sara watched as Catherine fiddled with the papers on her desk. Arranging them and rearranging them, never making eye-contact. It was a classic avoidance tactic and of course, Sara knew it well.
"Cath?" Sara asked quietly, hoping to get the blonde's attention, but all Catherine did was drop a handful of papers into a shredder next to her desk and continue shuffling files.
Slightly bewildered, Sara rose to her feet and walked around Catherine's desk until she was leaned back against it, facing Catherine. Deciding to try once again Sara grasped Catherine's right shoulder and shook her slightly. "Uh, Cath?" she called again. This time must have done the trick, because before Sara could back up Catherine had gotten to her feet, her hands fisted at her sides and her piercing blue eyes locked on Sara's mocha ones. They both stayed silent for a moment, again both of them sensing that something was happening, if they could only just put their finger on it.
The heat of Sara's hand on Catherine's shoulder seemed to freeze them in time, their eyes still locked as well. Words seemed to fail them both, as did movement, as they remained where they were, each trying to figure out what to do next.
Finally, with no warning whatsoever, Sara spoke, "Catherine, did you need something?"
At Sara's words Catherine's face took on a confused look, her mind racing through all the things she did need Sara to do. Dammit Catherine get yourself together, what the hell is wrong with you? you're at WORK! she mentally berated herself. Shaking her head to rid herself of the confusing feelings her co-worker was bringing about in her, Catherine finally found her voice.
"Ahem, Sara yes. I just thought since maybe we're both going to be stuck doing Satan's work all night we could work together? " with this Catherine motioned to the chair on the other side of her office desk.
If Sara was shocked she didn't show it. She simply nodded, dragging her eyes from Catherine's blue ones before heading toward her lab to grab a pile of files.
Four hours later both women were showing signs of wear. Catherine was cranky and complaining she couldn't sit still like this for another damn second. Sara tended to agree with her, her long legs creaking as she stood and proffered her hand in Catherine's direction. Catherine eyed Sara's hand almost suspiciously before standing herself and rounding her desk to come side-by-side with Sara.
"This is a horrible night. I never thought I'd wish for crime, but I seriously wish we had something to process." complained Catherine as they entered the lab's maze of hallways. Sara just grunted in agreement. As they finally approached the door to the lab Catherine's grin widened. "Hallelujah Sidle, there is life out here" she joked, pushing through the door and hurrying over to her Tahoe. Sara just giggled, watching the blonde bounce around; happy looked good on her.
Just as Sara was digging out the keys of her own Tahoe she heard Catherine's voice calling to her, and whipped her head aound.
"Hey Sar, wanna go get some lunch together?" hollered the older blonde, arm and head hanging out of the open drivers' side window. Sara grinned and replied "Sure" before hustling around to the other side of Catherine's SUV and letting herself in.
"So where are we eating?" questioned Sara as Catherine drove, seemingly in no particular direction. Catherine gulped in a breath before replying "I was thinking maybe we could eat at my house. Don't worry, I can cook, and we won't wake Lyndsie up. She's with my mom"
Sara swore she felt her heartbeat quicken at the mention of being inside Catherine Willows' house. She'd only been there a couple of times, and only one of those times was she invited. Sara felt a mixture of excitement and anxiety take up residence in her stomach OK Sara, you can do this. It's just lunch at Catherine's place. Yeah. Lunch. At Catherine's.
As Catherine pulled in and parked the Tahoe, Sara unhooked her seatbelt and gingerly climbed out of the vehicle.
After waiting for Catherine to unlock her front door the duo stepped inside. Catherine dropped her purse on the hallway counter and Sara just stood there, taking everthing in, causing Catherine to smile. The more time Catherine spent with Sara the more she was beginning to grow fond of her. Perhaps a little too fond, she mused to herself before she forced such thoughts back into her subconcious where they belonged.
Catherine directed Sara to the living room and the couch as she busied herself making a pot of coffee. When it was finished she carried two mugs into the living room and sat one down in front of Sara.
"Thanks" Sara mumbled, eyes never leaving the TV screen in front of her. Catherine watched her intently for a moment. "Anything good on?" she enquired. This time Sara shrugged and Catherine had had enough. They were both trained CSI's, good at finding clues in the most unbelievable places. It was becoming clearer and clearer by the second to Catherine what was happening here, what she was feeling: attraction. And she'd be willing to bet that Sara was feeling it too!
I have to do something about this, Catherine thought to herself, I guess I'll have to make the first move.
They sat there for a few more minutes, Sara pretending to watch some mind-numbing talk show all the while Catherine had begun formulating a simple (but hopefully effective) plan. Catherine tried to calm her nerves as she scooted closer to Sara on the couch.
Sara noticed the movement out of the corner of her eye and her breathing started to pick up just a little. Her mind was reeling. She'd come to the conclusion that being with Catherine was what she wanted - God did she want Catherine - but she just couldn't wrap her head around the blonde beauty wanting her as well. As Catherine closed the distance between them on the couch and placed a gantle hand on Sara's thigh however, Sara became a believer.
Her whole head jerked toward Catherine, their eyes locking once more, and this time the look was unmistakable. They were both finally on the same page, and Catherine took that as her cue to pull Sara closer, wrapping an arm around her neck to keep her close. As Sara's lips descended upon the blonde's they both let out a slight moan, causing Catherine to drag her other hand up into Sara's brown locks.
They kissed that way, like horny teenagers on Catherine's couch for what seemed like hours, before they both pulled back panting, desire clear in both sets of eyes. Sara's face was flushed and her lips were swollen and parted slightly as she panted for air. Catherine, on the other hand still looked nearly pristine and Sara decided she had to do something about that.
Running her hands over the other woman's curves, Sara began unbuttoning Catherine's shirt, her eyes afixed to each new piece of skin she revealed. Once the buttons were all undone, Sara slid the shirt from Catherine's body before laying her back into the couch and pressing her own body on top.
They continued their kisses, licks, suckles, and nips as they undressed eachother, a heap of clothing accumulating on the floor. When they were both naked at last, Sara sat up, straddling Catherine's hips and looking down into her eyes. Catherine's breathing was labored and her hands were wrapped tightly around Sara's waist, holding her in place. As Sara leaned down to bestow another passionate kiss onto Catherine's lips the older woman took advantage of the current situation to flip them both over, with Sara now laying helplessly below Catherine. The glint in those blue eyes excited Sara and her body ached for the touch of the older woman.
Just as Sara was about to lean up and capture Catherine in another kiss, she felt her body forcefully shoved back down into the couch cushions. She lay there, stunned, feeling Catherine lick and kiss a trail down her exposed body. As Catherine reached her bellybutton she dipped a finger inside, chuckling slightly as she did so. This caused a low grown from Sara which only spurred the blonde on. Catherine continued kissing her way down the enticing body below her, delighting in the moans and groans and pleas of desperation coming from her partner. Sara was nearly at her breaking point, she lifted her head up to stare down at Catherine's golden hair forming a trail down her torso.
"Please.. Cat" were the only words Sara could formulate at the moment, but they seemed to do the trick as she felt Catherine's hot breath blow across her center. Sara yelped slightly, her hips bucking up. Catherine blew again and this time Sara tangled her fingers in the golden tresses and pushed, praying Catherine would have mercy on her and let her come.
Catherine didn't miss a beat as she slid two fingers inside Sara, bringing her tongue up to lap gently at her clit. Sara was moaning and grunting and making sounds Catherine could not have even dreamed of. The pleas spurred her on and Catherine picked up her pace, pumping in and out of Sara at a steady pace. Replacing her mouth with her thumb, Catherine crawled up Sara's body and kissed her deeply, while rubbing one of her nipples between her fingers. Sara moaned again, louder this time, and Catherine had to see.
"Sara" called Catherine, pleading with her to try and hold her eyes open a few minutes. Sara's eyes did open, and immediately found Catherine's. Neither of them broke the gaze as Catherine added another finger into Sara and picked up her pace. Sara was screaming now, calling out to Catherine as she grew nearer and nearer to the top.
As she felt Sara tighten around her Catherine leaned down and whispered into Sara's ear "I love you, babydoll." and then all that could be heard were the sounds of Sara reaching her orgasm, Catherine's name on her lips, and the mingled heavy breathing of the two women who had finally found eachother.