CSI FIC :: "Sweet" [Sara/Sofia, NC17]
Title: Sweet
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Sara/Sofia
Date: 17-18 March 2008
Word Count: 835
Written for: smut_69 table of prompts
Prompt: 37, cherries
Sequel to: Wrong Turns, Flat Tires, and Orgasms, Oh My!
Summary: Cherries have Vitamin C, don't they?
Warnings: Girl + girl = smut. Don't like? Fuck off.
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: Yeah, this was directly intended as a sequel to Wrong Turns, Flat Tires, and Orgasms, Oh My! I really couldn't help myself. It was also my final submission to lastficstanding for the ninth week challenge of using fruit in the story. Seriously, I couldn't help myself...
Beta: laylat
Dedication: my muses, because they always keep me on my toes...
"Sweet"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Sara?"
She sounds tired. It's been a long, rough week for both of us. I'm not sure who had it worse: me stuck in bed with the worst virus I've ever had or her working doubles to cover the shit storm that hit Vegas. But she's home finally, and I'm itching to wrap myself around her and sleep all night long.
Well, maybe not all night long.
"In here," I call from the kitchen, surveying the salad I've been putting together for dinner. Having braved the store after she left for work, I've been working on this meal all afternoon. Smiling broadly as she wraps her arms around me from behind, I lean back into her grip. "Good to be home?"
"You have no idea, babe," she replies wearily. "I want nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for the next week. I want a shower, but I don't think I can stay on my feet long enough to wash off the grime."
I shift in her arms to face her, my own arms wrapping around her waist. One look at her face shows the fatigue etching deep lines around mouth and eyes. I reach up to smooth my hand across her skin, feeling some of her weariness leeching out of her system. What is supposed to be a gentle kiss to welcome my lover home soon becomes two, three, four, and I'm pressed back between Sofia and the counter. Pulling away with a groan, she rests her forehead against my shoulder.
"Hey, you okay?" I ask, stroking her back.
She nods slowly. "I want you, but I'm so damned tired."
"It's okay. We have the next forty-eight hours to ourselves. Go get some sleep. I'll finish up the salads and come join you, okay?" She whines petulantly, and I have to bite back a chuckle. "If you're a good girl and take your nap, I have a treat for you." I punctuate the promise with a lingering kiss.
*****
I wake some hours later to the sensation of my skin pebbling up into goose flesh from the A/C washing over me. Then the shifting mattress alerts me to the fact that Sofia's also awake. She moans softly before dragging her tongue up my sternum. My fingers reach up to tangle in her hair as she moves to trace the contours of my left nipple.
"Oh. Did I wake you?" she asks in a softly teasing tone. "I'm sorry."
"Liar," I grumble good-naturedly. "But please don't let me stop you."
She flashes that wicked smile I adore and leans over to grab something off the nightstand. She presses it to my lips until I take a bite. The juice is tart and cold, taking me by surprise, but I chew it slowly to relish the flavor. I open my mouth to try to snag the rest of the cherry, but gasp instead as she glides the half-eaten fruit across my skin, staining my nipples. Her lips quickly follow the trail of the sticky dark red juice, lapping up the sweetness and teasing me further. I arch into her touch, reaching out to touch her, tease her like she's teasing me.
"Oh no, babe. You just lay there and enjoy. I've owed you ever since Warrick caught us last week." Her smirk is devious, but it's the lust in her eyes that keeps me from moving. She offers me another cherry to chew on as she sucks on my other nipple. "Did your cherry taste this good?"
I splutter on that, nearly choking from the giggle bubbling up out of my chest. "Jealous much, Curtis?" I tease in a low voice.
"Not jealous, possessive."
She nips a trail down my body, rolling one of the fruits across my clit. I cry out at the sensation, hips jutting up sharply toward her. Glancing up at me, she pops another cherry into her mouth before capturing my clit between her lips. The combined assault of tongue and fruit brings an intense orgasm to the forefront far sooner than I expect, and I cry out her name in surprise.
*****
"Sara?"
The sound of her voice, gently repeating my name, brings me back into my body. I feel like I've been run over by a Mack truck, and her knowing chuckle alerts me to the fact that I've outwardly expressed this sensation. Laying there, willing my beating heart to slow down, I realize I'm shivering and wet. What the hell?
"Relax, babe," she murmurs soothingly. "Your fever's finally broken. How you feeling?"
"My what?" Damn, my voice sounds like hell. "But you were..."
"I was what?" she asks, stroking a cloth over my forehead. "You were whimpering and thrashing around on the bed. Nightmare?"
"No!" I squeak, grimacing as my voice breaks.
She smiles knowingly. "Ahh, sex dream then? And what was I doing that has you so worked up?"
I consider telling her, then shake my head. No, I think I'll wait and show her instead.
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Sara/Sofia
Date: 17-18 March 2008
Word Count: 835
Written for: smut_69 table of prompts
Prompt: 37, cherries
Sequel to: Wrong Turns, Flat Tires, and Orgasms, Oh My!
Summary: Cherries have Vitamin C, don't they?
Warnings: Girl + girl = smut. Don't like? Fuck off.
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: Yeah, this was directly intended as a sequel to Wrong Turns, Flat Tires, and Orgasms, Oh My! I really couldn't help myself. It was also my final submission to lastficstanding for the ninth week challenge of using fruit in the story. Seriously, I couldn't help myself...
Beta: laylat
Dedication: my muses, because they always keep me on my toes...
"Sweet"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Sara?"
She sounds tired. It's been a long, rough week for both of us. I'm not sure who had it worse: me stuck in bed with the worst virus I've ever had or her working doubles to cover the shit storm that hit Vegas. But she's home finally, and I'm itching to wrap myself around her and sleep all night long.
Well, maybe not all night long.
"In here," I call from the kitchen, surveying the salad I've been putting together for dinner. Having braved the store after she left for work, I've been working on this meal all afternoon. Smiling broadly as she wraps her arms around me from behind, I lean back into her grip. "Good to be home?"
"You have no idea, babe," she replies wearily. "I want nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for the next week. I want a shower, but I don't think I can stay on my feet long enough to wash off the grime."
I shift in her arms to face her, my own arms wrapping around her waist. One look at her face shows the fatigue etching deep lines around mouth and eyes. I reach up to smooth my hand across her skin, feeling some of her weariness leeching out of her system. What is supposed to be a gentle kiss to welcome my lover home soon becomes two, three, four, and I'm pressed back between Sofia and the counter. Pulling away with a groan, she rests her forehead against my shoulder.
"Hey, you okay?" I ask, stroking her back.
She nods slowly. "I want you, but I'm so damned tired."
"It's okay. We have the next forty-eight hours to ourselves. Go get some sleep. I'll finish up the salads and come join you, okay?" She whines petulantly, and I have to bite back a chuckle. "If you're a good girl and take your nap, I have a treat for you." I punctuate the promise with a lingering kiss.
*****
I wake some hours later to the sensation of my skin pebbling up into goose flesh from the A/C washing over me. Then the shifting mattress alerts me to the fact that Sofia's also awake. She moans softly before dragging her tongue up my sternum. My fingers reach up to tangle in her hair as she moves to trace the contours of my left nipple.
"Oh. Did I wake you?" she asks in a softly teasing tone. "I'm sorry."
"Liar," I grumble good-naturedly. "But please don't let me stop you."
She flashes that wicked smile I adore and leans over to grab something off the nightstand. She presses it to my lips until I take a bite. The juice is tart and cold, taking me by surprise, but I chew it slowly to relish the flavor. I open my mouth to try to snag the rest of the cherry, but gasp instead as she glides the half-eaten fruit across my skin, staining my nipples. Her lips quickly follow the trail of the sticky dark red juice, lapping up the sweetness and teasing me further. I arch into her touch, reaching out to touch her, tease her like she's teasing me.
"Oh no, babe. You just lay there and enjoy. I've owed you ever since Warrick caught us last week." Her smirk is devious, but it's the lust in her eyes that keeps me from moving. She offers me another cherry to chew on as she sucks on my other nipple. "Did your cherry taste this good?"
I splutter on that, nearly choking from the giggle bubbling up out of my chest. "Jealous much, Curtis?" I tease in a low voice.
"Not jealous, possessive."
She nips a trail down my body, rolling one of the fruits across my clit. I cry out at the sensation, hips jutting up sharply toward her. Glancing up at me, she pops another cherry into her mouth before capturing my clit between her lips. The combined assault of tongue and fruit brings an intense orgasm to the forefront far sooner than I expect, and I cry out her name in surprise.
*****
"Sara?"
The sound of her voice, gently repeating my name, brings me back into my body. I feel like I've been run over by a Mack truck, and her knowing chuckle alerts me to the fact that I've outwardly expressed this sensation. Laying there, willing my beating heart to slow down, I realize I'm shivering and wet. What the hell?
"Relax, babe," she murmurs soothingly. "Your fever's finally broken. How you feeling?"
"My what?" Damn, my voice sounds like hell. "But you were..."
"I was what?" she asks, stroking a cloth over my forehead. "You were whimpering and thrashing around on the bed. Nightmare?"
"No!" I squeak, grimacing as my voice breaks.
She smiles knowingly. "Ahh, sex dream then? And what was I doing that has you so worked up?"
I consider telling her, then shake my head. No, I think I'll wait and show her instead.