CSI FIC :: "Sweet Nothings" [Sara/Sofia] NC17
Title: Sweet Nothings
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Sara/Sofia
Date: 18-20 April 2007
Word Count: 1704
Written for: smut_69 table of prompts
Prompt: 44, sweet nothings
Summary: Sooner or later, getting into the holiday spirit can be good for the soul.
Warnings: Loving, long-term lesbian relationship. Don't like it? Don't read it…
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Frisked & Conquered
Link to: http://f-n-c.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
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: This was completely and unabashedly inspired by forensicgater's suggestions of "make the yuletide gay." She hadn't specified a pairing, so I knew it was my choice, but Sassy's always a good, safe backup. And I figured while I was writing it, I'd grab something off my smut_69 table. Sweet nothings seemed like a good one to use…and then this just blossomed out of it. And yeah, the song Sofia's humming is "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas."
Beta: darandkerry & shatterpath
Dedication: My muses, as always…
"Sweet Nothings"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
She's humming. Again. The same damned song she's been humming for days now.
"Sofia?"
"Hmm?"
She doesn't stop what she's doing, but she does stop humming. The lack of sound lulls me for a moment. When she takes that indicative inhale again, I'm reminded why I said her name in the first place.
"Stop with the humming." It comes out a bit sharper than I intended, and I wince at my tone. "Sorry, I just… That song is driving me insane."
Her forehead furrows in confusion as she turns to face me. "What song?"
"The one you're humming. The one you've been humming for the past hour and a half?"
I watch as her eyes go unfocused, she's obviously trying to figure out what I'm talking about. And then she smiles sheepishly, getting up from the table to join me on the couch. "I'm sorry, baby," she murmurs, nuzzling at my earlobe. "I guess I just got caught up in the whole tradition. I grew up with the music; it was what we played when we wrapped the presents."
I sigh softly, lacing my fingers with hers. "It wasn't that big a deal for me. Well, it was actually more painful than not. I never got what the other kids got, from my parents or the foster families."
"I can stop," she replies, her thumb tracing the lines in my palm. "I can finish this when you're not here."
I can hear the faintest hint of disappointment in her tone; I feel like an ass for ruining something that obviously brings her happiness. "No, it's okay. I'm fighting off a bit of a headache, so I think I'll just go lie down for a bit."
Sofia pulls back and studies me for a long moment, reaching up to stroke her fingertips across my forehead and back through my hair. "Maybe a hot shower will help?" she offers in a gentle tone.
I grin and lean into her touch. "I'll try that." Reluctantly, I stand up, but lean over to press a light kiss to her lips before heading toward the bedroom. "We'll do dinner once I get up, okay?"
I'm greeted by a broad, unencumbered smile at my suggestion. "I'll keep you to that, you know."
"I never expected any less," I reply, heading into the bedroom.
~*~*~
Soft.
Softness pulls me out of the warm, lazy, hazy, safe cocoon of our bed. I've no idea how much time has passed, only that my headache appears to have dissipated. I want to go back to sleep, fall back into the comforting dreams; dreams where Sofia wrapped around me is all that exists in my universe. I like those dreams and what they mean to me.
The faintest of touches flutter across my body, never staying in one place for longer than it takes me to register the sensation. Even in my less-than-lucid state, I can tell these touches are intended to gently ease me into wakefulness…among other things. Fingertips faintly trace along the various contours of my body, ghostly afterimages of sensations I’d felt only hours ago, before Sofia'd started wrapping up the packages. I can't help the low moan slipping past my lips when it registers that she's skirting around my normal erogenous zones.
"Come on, baby," her voice whispers, breath tickling the hairs by my ear. "Time to get up."
I grumble softly and roll over, both enjoying and hating the thought of being awakened. This doesn't deter my lover in the slightest.
"I know, baby," she continues, shifting to stay close. "I wouldn't want to get up either, all wrapped up so nice and warm in the covers, A/C washing over the bits sticking out. I bet you've been having some nice dreams, too, haven't you, baby? What have you been dreaming about? Long days filled with uninterrupted sleep? A long soak in a hot tub? A walk along the lakeside?"
As she speaks, I can feel her easing onto her side, shifting to stroke my body with just the one free hand. And her touch is growing more deliberate as her hand worms its way under the covers. "Or perhaps some marathon lovemaking?"
Oh, that's a low blow, especially if she's only teasing. Our schedules have been just out of sync enough that we haven't had as much opportunity for lovemaking as we'd like. But she can't be teasing. Not with the way her hand's getting more possessive on my body.
I stifle a groan and burst into action; rolling over, I flip off the covers and tackle Sofia. She squeaks in surprised delight, but doesn't do anything to stop me. I shift up onto hands and knees, staring down into her darkening eyes. Oh yes, she's as turned on as I expected. As turned on as I've become. She's not moving, just staring up at me and slowly licking her lips, nostrils flaring ever so slightly. I lean down, stopping with my lips mere millimeters above hers, and inhale the scent of her: lotion, shampoo, body wash.
"Sara?" When did her voice turn so damned needy? Isn't she the one who was just whispering such lusty things to me moments ago?
I'm not normally one to be so forceful in the ways of the bed. But, I'm thoroughly enjoying turning the tables on my lover like this. I smile sweetly, lazily at her. "Hmm?"
"Please?"
My lips quirk in a broad, knowing smirk. I do love it when she begs. Turn the tables on her when she reduces me to the same state. Leaning back on my heels, I ghost my hands along her body, a body I've come to know quite intimately. Swallowing a chuckle, my eyes are drawn to her nipples tightening under her well-worn t-shirt. With the lightest of touches, I peel the thin cotton up and just stare at her. "So beautiful," I murmur, leaning in to nuzzle between her breasts.
Her hands move to my head, fingers carding through my hair. I can sense her restraint, feeling bolder at her acquiescence of my control. She's rewarded by my lips wrapping around her left nipple, the one I know to be more sensitive. Sofia's whine pitches into a squeal when I lightly bite on said nipple, and her hips arch up against mine wantonly. I suck harder and settle down more heavily on her hips.
"Want to feel you," she mutters as she struggles to pull her shirt over her head before attacking my tank top. Her hands glide up the length of my spine, fingers tangling in my hair with an almost death grip.
Who am I to deny my Sofia what she wants? Nipping sharply at her nipple once more, I reach up to disentangle her fingers from my hair before sitting up. Her eyes have grown even darker with her need. I scramble off the bed to tug at my sweats. "Strip," I growl at her, shivering as the cold air of the room hits my lust-heated nakedness. I wait as she struggles with her own pants before crawling back onto the bed again.
The sensation of her heated skin against mine makes me growl once more, my arousal flaring brightly behind my eyes. I lean down to take her lips in a demanding kiss, not wanting to draw this out any further than I need to. Sofia leans up into the kiss, one hand tangling in my hair to hold me closer, the other reaching down to grab at my ass. I shift and press one thigh between her legs, grinning at the wet heat greeting me. One thing about my Sofia, when she's turned on, she's all on. Nothing else exists.
I nip my way down her body, concentrating solely on the skin which will be fully hidden by her clothing as I leave a trail of bite and suck marks from her neck to her bellybutton. "Please, Sara," she moans, arching up against me. Oh, I know what she thinks she's getting, and how much she really wants it. But, I've other things in mind for my Sofia.
With an economy of movement she's normally known for, I deftly maneuver our bodies. When she whines and arches up toward me, I roll my own hips, and we both gasp as our clits rub so deliciously together. Sofia grips my upper arms, pulling herself up to meet me halfway, and grinds against me even more.
Our kiss is punctuated by gasps and groans, and our movements grow frantic as we near our mutual climax. I've never wanted anything as much as I want this right now. She clings to me, hips moving spastically against mine.
"You want it, don't you?" I murmur huskily in her ear. "So close, you can feel it. It's like a much-needed breath of air after a long, deep dive. Your body's craving it, like a drug."
"Please," she whimpers, voice straining with her need.
"Come for me, Sofia," I cajole, and that's all it takes. She cries out my name sharply, body jerking roughly against me. My own orgasm crashes over me, but I still retain just enough control to ease her back onto the bed. I continue to roll my hips against hers, extending the delicious spasms.
~*~*~
I sit straight up in bed, Sofia's name on my lips. It takes me a moment to realize where I am. And then it hits me. It was just a fucking dream. I'm still in my clothes; sweating and horny, but still in my clothes. With a groan, I start to fall back onto the bed when a flash of warm, pale gold catches my eye. Turning, I see Sofia stretched out next to me, looking damned yummy. I'm not normally the aggressor, but that dream has changed my mind, and I pounce on Sofia. She blinks sleepily up at me, and I feel my arousal spiking again.
"Sara?"
"Strip," I growl, tugging at the hem of her t-shirt. "I want you."
Still half-asleep, Sofia grins and leans up to meet my hungry kiss. "Headache's gone then?"
I nod and nip at her lower lip. "I think it's time I had a merry little Christmas, don't you?"
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Sara/Sofia
Date: 18-20 April 2007
Word Count: 1704
Written for: smut_69 table of prompts
Prompt: 44, sweet nothings
Summary: Sooner or later, getting into the holiday spirit can be good for the soul.
Warnings: Loving, long-term lesbian relationship. Don't like it? Don't read it…
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Frisked & Conquered
Link to: http://f-n-c.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
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: This was completely and unabashedly inspired by forensicgater's suggestions of "make the yuletide gay." She hadn't specified a pairing, so I knew it was my choice, but Sassy's always a good, safe backup. And I figured while I was writing it, I'd grab something off my smut_69 table. Sweet nothings seemed like a good one to use…and then this just blossomed out of it. And yeah, the song Sofia's humming is "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas."
Beta: darandkerry & shatterpath
Dedication: My muses, as always…
"Sweet Nothings"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
She's humming. Again. The same damned song she's been humming for days now.
"Sofia?"
"Hmm?"
She doesn't stop what she's doing, but she does stop humming. The lack of sound lulls me for a moment. When she takes that indicative inhale again, I'm reminded why I said her name in the first place.
"Stop with the humming." It comes out a bit sharper than I intended, and I wince at my tone. "Sorry, I just… That song is driving me insane."
Her forehead furrows in confusion as she turns to face me. "What song?"
"The one you're humming. The one you've been humming for the past hour and a half?"
I watch as her eyes go unfocused, she's obviously trying to figure out what I'm talking about. And then she smiles sheepishly, getting up from the table to join me on the couch. "I'm sorry, baby," she murmurs, nuzzling at my earlobe. "I guess I just got caught up in the whole tradition. I grew up with the music; it was what we played when we wrapped the presents."
I sigh softly, lacing my fingers with hers. "It wasn't that big a deal for me. Well, it was actually more painful than not. I never got what the other kids got, from my parents or the foster families."
"I can stop," she replies, her thumb tracing the lines in my palm. "I can finish this when you're not here."
I can hear the faintest hint of disappointment in her tone; I feel like an ass for ruining something that obviously brings her happiness. "No, it's okay. I'm fighting off a bit of a headache, so I think I'll just go lie down for a bit."
Sofia pulls back and studies me for a long moment, reaching up to stroke her fingertips across my forehead and back through my hair. "Maybe a hot shower will help?" she offers in a gentle tone.
I grin and lean into her touch. "I'll try that." Reluctantly, I stand up, but lean over to press a light kiss to her lips before heading toward the bedroom. "We'll do dinner once I get up, okay?"
I'm greeted by a broad, unencumbered smile at my suggestion. "I'll keep you to that, you know."
"I never expected any less," I reply, heading into the bedroom.
~*~*~
Soft.
Softness pulls me out of the warm, lazy, hazy, safe cocoon of our bed. I've no idea how much time has passed, only that my headache appears to have dissipated. I want to go back to sleep, fall back into the comforting dreams; dreams where Sofia wrapped around me is all that exists in my universe. I like those dreams and what they mean to me.
The faintest of touches flutter across my body, never staying in one place for longer than it takes me to register the sensation. Even in my less-than-lucid state, I can tell these touches are intended to gently ease me into wakefulness…among other things. Fingertips faintly trace along the various contours of my body, ghostly afterimages of sensations I’d felt only hours ago, before Sofia'd started wrapping up the packages. I can't help the low moan slipping past my lips when it registers that she's skirting around my normal erogenous zones.
"Come on, baby," her voice whispers, breath tickling the hairs by my ear. "Time to get up."
I grumble softly and roll over, both enjoying and hating the thought of being awakened. This doesn't deter my lover in the slightest.
"I know, baby," she continues, shifting to stay close. "I wouldn't want to get up either, all wrapped up so nice and warm in the covers, A/C washing over the bits sticking out. I bet you've been having some nice dreams, too, haven't you, baby? What have you been dreaming about? Long days filled with uninterrupted sleep? A long soak in a hot tub? A walk along the lakeside?"
As she speaks, I can feel her easing onto her side, shifting to stroke my body with just the one free hand. And her touch is growing more deliberate as her hand worms its way under the covers. "Or perhaps some marathon lovemaking?"
Oh, that's a low blow, especially if she's only teasing. Our schedules have been just out of sync enough that we haven't had as much opportunity for lovemaking as we'd like. But she can't be teasing. Not with the way her hand's getting more possessive on my body.
I stifle a groan and burst into action; rolling over, I flip off the covers and tackle Sofia. She squeaks in surprised delight, but doesn't do anything to stop me. I shift up onto hands and knees, staring down into her darkening eyes. Oh yes, she's as turned on as I expected. As turned on as I've become. She's not moving, just staring up at me and slowly licking her lips, nostrils flaring ever so slightly. I lean down, stopping with my lips mere millimeters above hers, and inhale the scent of her: lotion, shampoo, body wash.
"Sara?" When did her voice turn so damned needy? Isn't she the one who was just whispering such lusty things to me moments ago?
I'm not normally one to be so forceful in the ways of the bed. But, I'm thoroughly enjoying turning the tables on my lover like this. I smile sweetly, lazily at her. "Hmm?"
"Please?"
My lips quirk in a broad, knowing smirk. I do love it when she begs. Turn the tables on her when she reduces me to the same state. Leaning back on my heels, I ghost my hands along her body, a body I've come to know quite intimately. Swallowing a chuckle, my eyes are drawn to her nipples tightening under her well-worn t-shirt. With the lightest of touches, I peel the thin cotton up and just stare at her. "So beautiful," I murmur, leaning in to nuzzle between her breasts.
Her hands move to my head, fingers carding through my hair. I can sense her restraint, feeling bolder at her acquiescence of my control. She's rewarded by my lips wrapping around her left nipple, the one I know to be more sensitive. Sofia's whine pitches into a squeal when I lightly bite on said nipple, and her hips arch up against mine wantonly. I suck harder and settle down more heavily on her hips.
"Want to feel you," she mutters as she struggles to pull her shirt over her head before attacking my tank top. Her hands glide up the length of my spine, fingers tangling in my hair with an almost death grip.
Who am I to deny my Sofia what she wants? Nipping sharply at her nipple once more, I reach up to disentangle her fingers from my hair before sitting up. Her eyes have grown even darker with her need. I scramble off the bed to tug at my sweats. "Strip," I growl at her, shivering as the cold air of the room hits my lust-heated nakedness. I wait as she struggles with her own pants before crawling back onto the bed again.
The sensation of her heated skin against mine makes me growl once more, my arousal flaring brightly behind my eyes. I lean down to take her lips in a demanding kiss, not wanting to draw this out any further than I need to. Sofia leans up into the kiss, one hand tangling in my hair to hold me closer, the other reaching down to grab at my ass. I shift and press one thigh between her legs, grinning at the wet heat greeting me. One thing about my Sofia, when she's turned on, she's all on. Nothing else exists.
I nip my way down her body, concentrating solely on the skin which will be fully hidden by her clothing as I leave a trail of bite and suck marks from her neck to her bellybutton. "Please, Sara," she moans, arching up against me. Oh, I know what she thinks she's getting, and how much she really wants it. But, I've other things in mind for my Sofia.
With an economy of movement she's normally known for, I deftly maneuver our bodies. When she whines and arches up toward me, I roll my own hips, and we both gasp as our clits rub so deliciously together. Sofia grips my upper arms, pulling herself up to meet me halfway, and grinds against me even more.
Our kiss is punctuated by gasps and groans, and our movements grow frantic as we near our mutual climax. I've never wanted anything as much as I want this right now. She clings to me, hips moving spastically against mine.
"You want it, don't you?" I murmur huskily in her ear. "So close, you can feel it. It's like a much-needed breath of air after a long, deep dive. Your body's craving it, like a drug."
"Please," she whimpers, voice straining with her need.
"Come for me, Sofia," I cajole, and that's all it takes. She cries out my name sharply, body jerking roughly against me. My own orgasm crashes over me, but I still retain just enough control to ease her back onto the bed. I continue to roll my hips against hers, extending the delicious spasms.
~*~*~
I sit straight up in bed, Sofia's name on my lips. It takes me a moment to realize where I am. And then it hits me. It was just a fucking dream. I'm still in my clothes; sweating and horny, but still in my clothes. With a groan, I start to fall back onto the bed when a flash of warm, pale gold catches my eye. Turning, I see Sofia stretched out next to me, looking damned yummy. I'm not normally the aggressor, but that dream has changed my mind, and I pounce on Sofia. She blinks sleepily up at me, and I feel my arousal spiking again.
"Sara?"
"Strip," I growl, tugging at the hem of her t-shirt. "I want you."
Still half-asleep, Sofia grins and leans up to meet my hungry kiss. "Headache's gone then?"
I nod and nip at her lower lip. "I think it's time I had a merry little Christmas, don't you?"