Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Challenge: 79 - Mirror
Word Count: 100
Rating: NC17
Notes: I think this is a bit out-of-character for Catherine. What do you think?
Title:
Watch Me
The women’s washroom at the back of the diner has a lock on the main door.
They come in for lunch - which is really something that falls between midnight and four a.m., and is really just an excuse for Catherine to lead Sara into this washroom, to lock this door and press Sara against the bank of sinks, to let Sara’s hands and mouth take her higher and farther over the edge than anyone else ever can.
Catherine grinds her hips against Sara’s fingers, presses Sara closer and, over Sara’s shoulder, watches her reflection in the mirror as she comes.
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Fandom: CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Challenge: 79 - Mirror
Word Count: 123
Rating: NC17
Title:
Mirror, Mirror…
Catherine has spent most of her life in front of mirrors. As a kid, taking dance class, and then as a stripper, dancing on mirrored floors, arching against her own reflection. Now she’s divorced and pushing forty, and she stares at her reflection, daring it to show her something she doesn’t want to see.
Catherine wonders what Sara, who is barely thirty, can possibly see in her. When the make love - hah! What an inappropriate euphemism that is - in restaurant bathrooms, or in the back seat of her car, Catherine pleads for Sara’s mouth, for the touch of lips and tongue between her slick legs. After, she avoids Sara’s eyes, afraid of what she might see there, of what the reflection will betray.
*****
Fandom: Discworld (Monstrous Regiment)
Pairing: Polly/Mal
Challenge: 79 - Mirror
Word Count: 175
Rating: G
Title:
Perfectly Groomed
Mal doesn’t need a mirror. Not because she has no reflection - she can see herself in Polly’s eyes, for example, in the darkened windows of houses, or in puddles of rain water. No. Mal doesn’t need a mirror because vampires - even black-ribboners -- possess the innate ability to look classy and unruffled at the drop of a hat.
Polly watches enviously as Mal runs a distracted hand through her dark hair, letting it fall flawlessly into place. She sighs, under her breath, and goes back to fighting the snarls in her own hair. Some people have all the luck.
Mal looks up from buttoning her shirt, and smiles.
“Let me do that, Old Chap,” she offers, reaching for the comb. “If you fight with it, it’ll only get worse.”
There was a time when Polly would have protested that she could do it on her own, thank-you-very-much, but now she simply sighs again, letting her lover get on with it.
She wonders if Mal knows just how much she’s come to enjoy this small intimacy.
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Comments? (Pretty-please? <*wants her fix*>) ;-)