LMOM08 :: Day 6 :: "Steam" [CSI/CSI:M, Calleigh/Sofia, NC17] for layla_aaron
Title: Steam
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Calleigh/Sofia
Date: 6-15 May 2008
Word Count: 722
Written for: AJ's Lusty Month of May 2008
Recipient: layla_aaron
Prompt: Steam room, spa, relaxing after a long day
Written for: smut_69 table of prompts
Prompt: # 61 - Slick
Summary: A relaxing afternoon in the sauna.
Series: Yankee Belle
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: I had fun with this one. And had absolutely no problems adding it into the "Yankee Belle" series I've created for this particular couple.
Beta: shatterpath, as usual
Dedication: My muses, for never truly deserting me…
"Steam"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Mmm, I think you're gonna need to forward my mail," she says in a very self-satisfied voice. I can barely hear her over the hiss of the water spitting on the stones as I slowly pour it. "I'm not leaving here. Nope, not ever."
I chuckle and move to sit back next to Sofia, enjoying the way that the sauna is just bleeding off all the stress of the last few weeks. We've fought hard to get our equilibrium back after that farce of a one night stand that nearly killed our relationship. I don't know that I'll ever actually be able to make that up to her. But there's no need to dwell unnecessarily on the negative, not while we've got the sauna to ourselves today.
"I thought you didn't like the heat and humidity, Yank," I tease lightly, reaching down to stroke her instep. At her groan, I settle on the bench below hers and continue to vary the pressure of my strokes. "In fact, didn't you recently bitch incessantly about wanting to get the hell out of New Orleans and go somewhere cooler?"
Sofia squirms slightly, still not opening her eyes. "That was different. It was a million degrees out and five hundred percent humidity for almost a whole week. And the A/C was broken. Remember?"
I shrug and lean over to swirl my tongue around the very tip of her big toe. "I didn't mind it. And you're exaggerating because it was most definitely not that hot." Without thought, I fall into stroking various parts of her foot, stimulating as I go along. Sofia's the first lover I've had to actually let me use that weird knowledge of reflexology I'd picked up.
"That's because you cheated and used the ice cubes," she mutters, voice already starting to go husky from my touch.
"You didn't enjoy that?" I purposely color my tone in a petulant tone before sucking the whole of her big toe into my mouth.
"Oh god, Belle," she moans, hissing sharply as I sink my teeth lightly around the perimeter of her toe. And then I hear her crack her neck and suck harder on her toe. "You know it drives me nuts when you play with my feet."
I say nothing, continuing to tease and stroke her feet, making sure to stimulate every little bit of skin and muscle I can find. My lips move to engulf each toe in turn, until she's practically falling off the bench, legs spread wide enough for me to both see and smell her arousal. I know from past experience that it will only take a single stroke across her clit to get her off right now. And then I just stop. It takes her a moment or two to realize I've stopped, and by that time I'm back to scooping more water on the stones, relishing in the hiss and spatter the motion produces. I breathe in deeply, letting the moist warmth seep even further into my body. There's a certain sense of zen in the controlled heat and humidity that has always drawn me to saunas.
"Why'd you stop?" she rasps, suddenly standing behind me.
Taking another deep breath to steady my own arousal at the husky, hungry tone of her voice, I turn to face my lover. "This isn't your home, Sofia," I murmur, staring up into blue eyes gone dark with need.
"I was teasing, Belle," she replies, tone almost pleading.
"And why should I reward you for teasing me?" I can barely get the words out from the warring humor and arousal.
"Because you were teasing me!"
I snort softly and roll my eyes. "I did not tease you, Sofia."
"No? What the hell was that toe-job you were giving me then?"
"Revenge?" I reply with a saucy grin.
She stares at me for a long moment before backing me over to the benches. As I fall down onto the bench, I grip her hips and pull her even closer. This forces her legs to straddle mine and I lean in to nuzzle at her clit with a devious smirk up at her. Her groan of encouragement is all I need to continue letting my tongue tease and torment her throbbing clit until she shudders with a hoarse cry, hands gripping my shoulders tightly.
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Calleigh/Sofia
Date: 6-15 May 2008
Word Count: 722
Written for: AJ's Lusty Month of May 2008
Recipient: layla_aaron
Prompt: Steam room, spa, relaxing after a long day
Written for: smut_69 table of prompts
Prompt: # 61 - Slick
Summary: A relaxing afternoon in the sauna.
Series: Yankee Belle
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: I had fun with this one. And had absolutely no problems adding it into the "Yankee Belle" series I've created for this particular couple.
Beta: shatterpath, as usual
Dedication: My muses, for never truly deserting me…
"Steam"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Mmm, I think you're gonna need to forward my mail," she says in a very self-satisfied voice. I can barely hear her over the hiss of the water spitting on the stones as I slowly pour it. "I'm not leaving here. Nope, not ever."
I chuckle and move to sit back next to Sofia, enjoying the way that the sauna is just bleeding off all the stress of the last few weeks. We've fought hard to get our equilibrium back after that farce of a one night stand that nearly killed our relationship. I don't know that I'll ever actually be able to make that up to her. But there's no need to dwell unnecessarily on the negative, not while we've got the sauna to ourselves today.
"I thought you didn't like the heat and humidity, Yank," I tease lightly, reaching down to stroke her instep. At her groan, I settle on the bench below hers and continue to vary the pressure of my strokes. "In fact, didn't you recently bitch incessantly about wanting to get the hell out of New Orleans and go somewhere cooler?"
Sofia squirms slightly, still not opening her eyes. "That was different. It was a million degrees out and five hundred percent humidity for almost a whole week. And the A/C was broken. Remember?"
I shrug and lean over to swirl my tongue around the very tip of her big toe. "I didn't mind it. And you're exaggerating because it was most definitely not that hot." Without thought, I fall into stroking various parts of her foot, stimulating as I go along. Sofia's the first lover I've had to actually let me use that weird knowledge of reflexology I'd picked up.
"That's because you cheated and used the ice cubes," she mutters, voice already starting to go husky from my touch.
"You didn't enjoy that?" I purposely color my tone in a petulant tone before sucking the whole of her big toe into my mouth.
"Oh god, Belle," she moans, hissing sharply as I sink my teeth lightly around the perimeter of her toe. And then I hear her crack her neck and suck harder on her toe. "You know it drives me nuts when you play with my feet."
I say nothing, continuing to tease and stroke her feet, making sure to stimulate every little bit of skin and muscle I can find. My lips move to engulf each toe in turn, until she's practically falling off the bench, legs spread wide enough for me to both see and smell her arousal. I know from past experience that it will only take a single stroke across her clit to get her off right now. And then I just stop. It takes her a moment or two to realize I've stopped, and by that time I'm back to scooping more water on the stones, relishing in the hiss and spatter the motion produces. I breathe in deeply, letting the moist warmth seep even further into my body. There's a certain sense of zen in the controlled heat and humidity that has always drawn me to saunas.
"Why'd you stop?" she rasps, suddenly standing behind me.
Taking another deep breath to steady my own arousal at the husky, hungry tone of her voice, I turn to face my lover. "This isn't your home, Sofia," I murmur, staring up into blue eyes gone dark with need.
"I was teasing, Belle," she replies, tone almost pleading.
"And why should I reward you for teasing me?" I can barely get the words out from the warring humor and arousal.
"Because you were teasing me!"
I snort softly and roll my eyes. "I did not tease you, Sofia."
"No? What the hell was that toe-job you were giving me then?"
"Revenge?" I reply with a saucy grin.
She stares at me for a long moment before backing me over to the benches. As I fall down onto the bench, I grip her hips and pull her even closer. This forces her legs to straddle mine and I lean in to nuzzle at her clit with a devious smirk up at her. Her groan of encouragement is all I need to continue letting my tongue tease and torment her throbbing clit until she shudders with a hoarse cry, hands gripping my shoulders tightly.