Disclaimer: I don't own 'em…
A/N: Heidi, you asked for it—ya got it. Hope you enjoy it…
"Sara, you're with me. We caught a case," the blonde shouted at me before disappearing as quickly as she had materialized.
It didn't matter that our shift was going to be over in ten minutes and that I was already changing into my good shoes. I groaned at the fact that she could have easily pawned the case off on someone from day shift since there were so many of them already milling about the lab. But no, Catherine fucking Willows had to accept another case. It seems like all she cares about is work lately and some of us, who happen to have lives, like to get out of here on time some days.
I stepped into the bright sunshine that made up most mornings in Vegas and made my way towards my Denali.
"Sara, we'll ride together. No sense in taking two vehicles," she shouted across the parking lot.
My shoulders dropped and I headed in her direction. I didn't want to argue with her; I just wanted to get to the scene and get done so that I could carry on with the plans I had for the morning. At the thought of what I should be doing to Laura in about an hour, a smile crossed my face and a swagger filled my steps.
The smirk that crossed Catherine's features didn't go unnoticed by me. She was probably thinking I was smiling at her. Oh how wrong she was.
I opened the door to the passenger side and before I could step in completely, Cath was back out of the truck with the back seat door open on her side.
"What are you doing? I thought we needed to get to this all-too important scene," I snapped angrily at her.
"We do, we do. Look, would you get on your side and hand me that case from the floorboard behind your seat?"
I sighed heavily, rolled my eyes and slammed the front door shut as I opened the back door.
"This case, princess?" I know my voice was dripping with sarcasm, but I couldn't help but think she was wasting time—time that could be better spent with me elsewhere and doing more productive things.
She smiled seductively and raised an eyebrow, "Princess?"
I held the case out towards her but she barely reached across the seat. "Here, take it."
She just stood there defiantly with one hand on the door and the other on her hip. I had had enough with her games so I stepped into the back of the truck and slid across the seat towards her.
"Happy now?" I asked as I delicately put the case down on the floorboard behind her seat, ever so briefly taking my eyes off of Catherine.
It was that briefest of seconds that Catherine pounced. Before I could sit back up, she had snapped a cuff on my left hand and as I jerked back and started to say, "What the fuck," a second cuff was slapped on my right hand. The door, to which these cuff were attached with a chain, slammed shut.
Catherine shut the driver's side door and I heard the click of her heels around the truck before she came into view in the very door I had climbed through.
"Ha ha! Okay, Cath. You had your fun, now let me go," I was trying so hard not to panic. Being handcuffed to a bed was one thing, but being cuffed to the door of a truck we work out of and in the parking lot of the lab was another. This was probably the most compromising position I had ever found myself in.
"You know," she said as she stepped into the truck and pulled the door shut behind her, "I noticed something about you today.
She grabbed my legs and pulled them onto the bench seat. A leg was on either side of her. She placed her hands on my knees and moved them slowly up, resting them on my thighs.
"God dammit. Let me go, Catherine. Please, I don't do well in situations like this," I was pleading with her.
She cocked her head to the side as her hands moved to the waist band of my pants. "As I was saying…"
She unsnapped the button of my pants and locked eyes with me, "I noticed something today."
My protestations ceased. "What's that?" Was my voice really that husky?
She slid the zipper of my jeans down and leaned forward kissing the bare patch of skin just visible now that she had undone my pants.
"I noticed…"
She hooked her fingers in the loops of my jeans and tugged gently. My body betrayed me as it lifted off the seat on its own accord to aid her in removing my pants.
"This," she said as she laid her hand on my crotch. "I noticed this." She slowly raked her eyes down my body until they rested on what she was talking about.
Fuck. I knew packing at work was going to bite me in the ass. Of course, I hadn't thought Catherine would notice. I didn't trust my voice and even if I had, I wouldn't have known what to say.
Her hair tickled my stomach as she wrapped her fingers around my purple cock and without breaking eye contact, slipped it past her ruby lips. Every muscle in my body contracted as I imagined what it would really feel like for her to do that. I held tight to the chain wrapped around the door handle so that I was grounded.
Her head bobbed expertly up and down and I knew I was soaking the seat beneath me with my arousal. Her purrs of pleasure and low moans were the only accompaniment needed to the symphony of 'plops' I heard each time she sucked solidly on the head of it as she pulled back.
"Cath…." Her name was moaned more than it was spoken.
She licked up the sides of the purple protrusion from my crotch before moving up and straddling my stomach. For the first time, I noticed she wasn't wearing pants, but instead a skirt. And as that thought fluttered through my mind, I suddenly felt her dampness coating my abdomen. She wasn't wearing panties was the only fleeting notion I had as I felt her hands move under my shirt and palm my breasts before teasing my nipples through my bra.
I arched up into her and not to be outdone, she proceeded to grind against me. My breaths were coming in shorts rasps and I had no control over my body.
She lifted herself slight and moved a hand down between us, taking the cock and placing it at her waiting entrance.
Without waiting for her to take the lead, I immediately bucked my hips upward, filling her completely. She didn't wince in pain; instead, a feral growl escaped her.
"Do you know how to use this?" she asked as she slowly slid up and down the length.
Before I could formulate an answer, she continued, "Do you know how to fuck a woman with a cock, Sara? Do you?"
I could only nod. She pushed herself down firmly on me and started grinding against me. If she kept that up for very long, she was going to make me cum because the friction of the strap-on against my clit was going to be just enough to send me over the edge.
I started moving to counter her rhythm and she kept one hand on my stomach and the other she was using to rub her clit. Somehow, it hadn't quite caught up with my mind until this very moment that I was fucking Catherine. Or was she fucking me? Or was she fucking herself on me? Dammit, I hate it when I start thinking.
She was biting her bottom lip and her movements were starting to become intermittent. I knew she was close. She had tried the dirty talk (rather effectively) and I wanted to as well.
"Do you like this?" She looked at me, her eyes darkened with lust. "Do you like my cock inside you? Do you like fucking yourself on me?" She moaned and nodded which caused me to quiver. "You love riding me, don't you? Feeling me deep inside you…slipping in and out…making you feel like no man you've ever dated has."
She started shaking and I swear I felt her tighten around it. Both hands found their way to my stomach as she dug at the flesh there. I didn't still my movements. I kept gently rocking and lifting my hips, moving inside her.
"Oh god…" she whimpered as she threw her head back and started moving fiercely up and down the cock.
I could feel the Denali rocking and prayed a silent prayer that no one would venture into the parking lot or notice.
Once again she slowed and this time, collapsed on me.
"Cath…Catherine…."
"Hmmmm?" she sighed contently.
"Can you un…."
My question was cut short by the door behind me—the one I was cuffed to-- being yanked open. I was half dangling out of the Denali and Catherine was still on me. I was still inside her.
I squinted into the sunlight and immediately noticed the blonde-haired, black clad detective standing over me was not happy.
"Sara," she said flatly as she undid the cuffs from my hands.
I didn't move. I continued to dangle precariously out of the Denali.
"'Fia, sweetheart, how are you?" Catherine said with the most cheerful voice I had ever heard her muster.
"How am I?" she took a step closer and was now effectively standing over me—her crotch in my face.
"I'll tell you how I am," she looked down at me realizing where she was standing and took a step back. "I'm angry. Do you know how long I looked for these handcuffs today?"
"Sorry babe, I grabbed them out of your desk during dinner after I noticed our girl Sara here packing today."
Sofia glared down at me before smirking back at Catherine, "Well, don't let me interrupt anything."
She reached down and lifted my shoulders and pushed me back into the Denali before shutting the door. The door had barely shut before she jerked it open again and said, "Sara, she really gets off when you put her on her knees and fuck her from behind."
I was trying to process what had just happened.
"Are you and…" I started before Catherine interrupted.
"No."
"Do you and her…" I didn't get to finish this one before she cut me off either.
"Sometimes."
"Has she ever…" the roll of her hips against me cut me off this time.
"Yes."
"There was no ..." I can't finish a single sentence around her.
"No case."
"Do you…"
Catherine reached out and grabbed my nipples and once she was sure she had my attention she raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you wanna talk about Sofia or do you want to take me to your place, put me on my knees and fuck me long and hard?"
Hours later…
Muscles I didn't realize I had are screaming in pain as I lay here beside Catherine. I'm not sure if she's asleep or if she passed out. Either way, she's quiet and she's not screaming profanities that would make a salted sailor blush. We're both covered in scratches and bite marks—battle scars. I whispered into her ear, "Does that answer your question?"
