Homecoming
Title: "Homecoming"
Author: marygriggs
E-Mail: marygriggs[at]gmail.com
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Rating: PG
Word Count: about 500
Author's Notes: Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS and Alliance Atlantis are the true owners, I'm just letting them play in my sandbox for a bit.
Summary: Lindsey is back from summer camp and any more summary would be longer than the story.
“God damn it!” Catherine cursed. Balancing the overfull laundry basket on one hip, she was forced to use her full body weight to push against the door to her daughter’s room.
Once it was open far enough for her step through, Catherine paused. She stood for a moment, staring in disbelief. It looked like the entire contents of Lindsey’s closet had exploded outwards to cover the floor, the bed and the desk. Besides the numerous shoes and the piles of clothes, there were books and papers everywhere.
Lindsey had been home from camp for less than twenty-four hours and she’d already managed to wreak havoc in the household. The day had started with a shouting match after Lindsey had taken a ball of yarn from Catherine’s sewing basket and allowed the stray kitten she had brought home to tangle it in an unholy mess.
Simply pointing out that the flea-bitten, mangy creature had just destroyed her Christmas knitting project had touched off World War III. At the end of it, Lindsey had angrily flounced out of the house, although she had been careful to snag the car keys and all the cash out of Catherine’s purse on her way out the door.
Angrily, Catherine took a single precarious step into the room and upended the basket full of clothes. She dumped out what she had just spent the last four hours washing, drying and folding into the mess that was her daughter’s bed and stomped to her own bedroom.
Her lover took one look at her face and sighed. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I’m so fucking furious at her. Do you have any idea what her room looks like?”
“Like it did before she left?”
“Worse.” Catherine flung herself onto the bed. “I think if a pack of wolves had raised her, she’d be more civilized.”
“Now, honey, you know that she does things because she knows she’ll get a reaction from you.” Sara sat down on the bed and stroked her fingers through Catherine’s blonde hair. “There have been so many changes in her life these past several years. From Eddie to us, she's had to go through a bunch of things while contending with the hormone soup of high school. Fighting with you makes things seem normal again.”
“Blast normal.” Batting her eyes, Catherine asked, “Would you talk to her?”
Laughing, Sara shook her head. “No way.”
“Please?”
“Sweetheart, she’s not going to listen to me. I could ride a unicycle around her naked and all she will see is her Mom’s lesbian lover. I’ve got no standing with her.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Sara leaned forward and placed several tiny kisses on Catherine’s lips and along the line of her jaw. She whispered into Catherine’s delicate ear, “I love you and there is nothing your progeny can do to affect that.”
Catherine snorted. “Just you wait. I’m sure that she’ll find a way.”
“She has tried and it just made our love stronger. Have a little faith that we can weather this storm, too.” Sara deftly unbuttoned Catherine’s shirt while continuing to nibble and kiss her way down her lover’s neck. “Now, how about we take advantage of the fact that we’ve got the house to ourselves?”
Author: marygriggs
E-Mail: marygriggs[at]gmail.com
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Rating: PG
Word Count: about 500
Author's Notes: Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS and Alliance Atlantis are the true owners, I'm just letting them play in my sandbox for a bit.
Summary: Lindsey is back from summer camp and any more summary would be longer than the story.
“God damn it!” Catherine cursed. Balancing the overfull laundry basket on one hip, she was forced to use her full body weight to push against the door to her daughter’s room.
Once it was open far enough for her step through, Catherine paused. She stood for a moment, staring in disbelief. It looked like the entire contents of Lindsey’s closet had exploded outwards to cover the floor, the bed and the desk. Besides the numerous shoes and the piles of clothes, there were books and papers everywhere.
Lindsey had been home from camp for less than twenty-four hours and she’d already managed to wreak havoc in the household. The day had started with a shouting match after Lindsey had taken a ball of yarn from Catherine’s sewing basket and allowed the stray kitten she had brought home to tangle it in an unholy mess.
Simply pointing out that the flea-bitten, mangy creature had just destroyed her Christmas knitting project had touched off World War III. At the end of it, Lindsey had angrily flounced out of the house, although she had been careful to snag the car keys and all the cash out of Catherine’s purse on her way out the door.
Angrily, Catherine took a single precarious step into the room and upended the basket full of clothes. She dumped out what she had just spent the last four hours washing, drying and folding into the mess that was her daughter’s bed and stomped to her own bedroom.
Her lover took one look at her face and sighed. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I’m so fucking furious at her. Do you have any idea what her room looks like?”
“Like it did before she left?”
“Worse.” Catherine flung herself onto the bed. “I think if a pack of wolves had raised her, she’d be more civilized.”
“Now, honey, you know that she does things because she knows she’ll get a reaction from you.” Sara sat down on the bed and stroked her fingers through Catherine’s blonde hair. “There have been so many changes in her life these past several years. From Eddie to us, she's had to go through a bunch of things while contending with the hormone soup of high school. Fighting with you makes things seem normal again.”
“Blast normal.” Batting her eyes, Catherine asked, “Would you talk to her?”
Laughing, Sara shook her head. “No way.”
“Please?”
“Sweetheart, she’s not going to listen to me. I could ride a unicycle around her naked and all she will see is her Mom’s lesbian lover. I’ve got no standing with her.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Sara leaned forward and placed several tiny kisses on Catherine’s lips and along the line of her jaw. She whispered into Catherine’s delicate ear, “I love you and there is nothing your progeny can do to affect that.”
Catherine snorted. “Just you wait. I’m sure that she’ll find a way.”
“She has tried and it just made our love stronger. Have a little faith that we can weather this storm, too.” Sara deftly unbuttoned Catherine’s shirt while continuing to nibble and kiss her way down her lover’s neck. “Now, how about we take advantage of the fact that we’ve got the house to ourselves?”