Disclaimer: I don't own CSI/Sara/Cath/Any other character. They are the property of CBS/Bruckheimer. This is just me playing with someone else's toys. But don't worry, they are most certainly having fun and I promise to put them back unharmed when I'm finished. Seriously, no copyright infringement intended folks.
Warning: This story contains bad language and scenes of sex between two consenting females. It has been rated M. If femmeslash is not your thing or you are not old enough to read this, please don't go any further.
Authors Note: Hello my friends. Ok I know you're all waiting for the next chapter of High-Five and I apologise for keeping you waiting so long for it. I've just felt a little blocked with it mainly because I've had a lot going on of late. Family troubles and a bout of being under the weather… you know the thing! Anyway like all the best ideas, this one struck me completely out of the blue and well, after I'd finished enjoying the daydream myself I thought I'd write it down and share it with you guys. Hope you enjoy my little injection of April smut and see fit to leave me a review. :-)
It's Confidential
Sara unclipped the buzzing cell-phone and checked the ID. Catherine? But she's not in this shift? A slight furrow of puzzlement on her brow, she flipped the phone open and gave her usual greeting.
"Sidle."
"Sara, it's Catherine."
"Yeah, hey Catherine, what can I do for you?"
"I need you to help me out."
"Ok, but isn't this your night off?"
"Yeah, it is and I am off. But it's also two hours before shift begins Sidle and predictably you're in work already."
"Ok, I get your point. What do you need Catherine?"
Catherine bit her lip at the question her eyes momentarily glazing over. Oh, what I need! She forced herself back to the conversation in hand. "Sara, where are you?"
Sara frowned at the question. "I'm at the lab, we've already established that!"
Rolling her eyes, the swing shift supervisor held the sarcasm out of her voice as she qualified her question. "Where in the lab are you?"
"I'm on my way to the break room, why?" In the background Catherine heard Archie greeting Sara warmly and chuckled at the brunette's grunt of a reply. Sara was obviously en-route to her first, pre-shift caffeine fix.
"Well can you divert your course and head to my office?" Though phrased as a question, Sara was aware from her colleague's tone that it was more an order than an optional request. Experience sensed Sara's retort and Catherine jumped in before the younger woman could say anything. "I need you to get something for me."
Sara sighed and turned round, her long legs carrying her back up the corridor towards the small office that had been Catherine's for around two months. "What's with all the mystery, Catherine? What do you want me to get?"
"It's easier to explain when you get there."
Sara was now more than a little frustrated. She hadn't even managed to get a sip of coffee yet and here was Catherine bloody Willows, playing some sort of rank game with her. If this was an attempt to rub the promotion in her face… well… she'd…
"Are you there yet?"
Sara no longer bothered to hide the deep sigh of her reply. "Yes, I'm here. Now would you just tell me what the hell you've phoned me for?"
"Shut the door behind you! Lock it!"
"Catherine, what the hell…?"
"It's confidential Sara now please do as I ask."
Sara flipped the latch on the door with a grimace. She also reached up and closed the blinds. She didn't fancy being caught in Catherine's office by Grissom, or worse, Ecklie whom she knew was looking for any excuse to out her from the department. "Now, what is it?"
"Go and sit at my desk." Sara didn't even bother replying to the command this time she just did as she was directed. "Slide your hand along the right edge of the pedestal and you'll find a key. Got it?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good! Unlock it." Catherine kept her voice even despite now feeling a little out of breath. "In the second drawer you'll find a folder with confidential stamped on it." She heard the sound of the drawer being opened and bit her lip again. "Lift it out."
"Ok, I've got the folder. I…" Sara fell silent as her eyes threatened to pop out of her skull. A hot-cold rush swept her body and her heart began to thud against her chest wall.
Catherine closed her eyes and listened to the silence. The young CSI had almost stopped breathing and she could visualise the exact expression on her face. "As you can see Sara, I left something behind this morning." Her voice had acquired a silky bass which drew the trapped breath from her colleague in erratic bursts but still, as she expected, elicited no verbal response. She allowed the sound of Sara's irregular breathing to invade her mind giving way to the delicious sensation of goose-bumps pricking up all over her body.
"Are you okay Sara?" The sultry baritone caused Sara to gulp audibly which in turn made Catherine chuckle.
"Uh…" Sara's face was redder than a Morello cherry and her eyes were watering a little as she continued to stare down into Catherine's drawer.
"You know… it's a little frustrating because I'm rather in need of it now."
"Oh…" It sounded to Catherine a little like Sara's jaw had become unhinged. The feeling of power over the beautiful young woman was addictive and Catherine decided to step it up a gear.
"I've got myself all worked up… only to realise that I'd left it behind."
Sara suddenly found her voice but it was far from even. It blurted into the mouthpiece rather like a thirteen year old boy going through puberty. "And what do you want me to do about it?"
Catherine grinned. "Well seen as it's your fault I'm in this state I figured it's the least you could do to… help me out."
"I… m-me… what… you?"
"Oh Sara, you're just too oblivious. Do you not realise what you do to a girl? The steely determination and drive you give to your cases; the brooding intensity and almost uptight naivety that washes around you; those 'drown-in-me-over-and-over-again' eyes and those long, muscular legs practically poured into the tighter than tight jeans you've been wearing of late. Sara I can sometimes barely contain myself from flinging you against your locker and taking you right there."
"What…?" The shock was apparent in the high-pitched squeak but it was too late to back down now.
"Sometimes I can't hold out and I have to address the situation, which now, having my own office, is a little easier." No response from Sara but she hadn't hung up. That was a good sign. "Last night when I found you in your lab, bent forwards across the table placing out your evidence, your jeans tight over your ass and your shirt riding up your back, teasing me with glimpses of your soft skin, I was so turned on." Sara's breathing intensified as she hung on Catherine's every word. Her pants suddenly felt every bit as tight as they looked and her body was starting to react of its own accord. "I slipped back to my office and relieved myself with help from my little synthetic friend there, all the while imagining it was you. Your hands, your fingers, your tongue…"
"Shit Catherine…" Sara squirmed, feeling arousal beginning to burn deep between her legs.
"And now here I am, lying naked in my bed, aching… throbbing… and drenched again because of you."
"Ugh fuck…" Sara squeezed her legs together. "…well you're not the only one." Catherine actually fucking whimpered into her ear at that joyous little revelation.
"Oh Sara," Catherine's voice no more than a breathy whisper, hitching as she squeezed at her own nipples. "Touch yourself for me."
Sara tried to stifle the moan that Catherine's words had elicited from deep within her. The strawberry blonde could tell that she hadn't yet dropped her inhibitions. She needed another push. "Sara, I want you to do yourself in my chair at my desk, the same place I was doing myself last night whilst thinking of you."
"Jesus Christ Catherine…" Sara's voice was no more than a smoky husk.
"Undo your shirt," Catherine commanded.
"You could… ah shit… uh… this could all be some insanely cruel wind-up?"
"You need proof of what you do to me Sidle?"
Sara only just heard the movement, which sounded like sheets being thrown back, above the thump of her own heartbeat in her ears. As she waited, subconsciously her fingers found the small buttons on her black cotton shirt and began to undo them. Just as she got to the last one, the cell in her hand buzzed. Oh Jesus! Nervously, she pulled the phone down to her eye-line and opened the new multimedia message. Sweet shit on a stick!
The picture had been taken from above Catherine's head. The view was down the length of her torso. Sara could see perfect pale globes topped with hardened pink nipples and stomach muscles pulled taut but her main focus was on the hand buried between Catherine's spread thighs. Ja-heesus! She felt her wetness, now too voluminous to hold back, seep freely into her underwear.
"You believe me now?"
"Oh… God!"
"God can't help you now, Sidle!" Catherine giggled sexily.
"I can't do this… I…"
"Are you wet Sara?" Wet? Wet was an understatement! Sara ground her teeth together leaning back on the chair causing it to rock backwards. Her fingers, still not under her own control, were twisting roughly at her now freed nipples.
"I'm at work Catherine." There was no real resistance in her tone.
"Are… You… Wet… Sara?"
A prize winning whimper escaped Sara's lips. "Oh… fuck… yes. Yes Catherine, I'm wet. I'm wet, my panties are wet and my fucking jeans are wet. I'm fucking soaked."
"Oh… My… God… Sidle." Catherine tried to slow her breathing down but had absolutely no success. "Take off your pants!" The order finally transcended any willpower Sara had left and she wiggled the button free of its buttonhole. They were really doing this. Catherine whimpered again as she heard Sara pull down her zip. "God I wish I was there, on my knees in front of you… dragging your jeans off you… forcing your thighs apart and… oh…" Both women moaned in unison at the shared mental image.
"Unnnhhh… shit!"
"I'm dripping for you Sara. There's no one else who has ever been able to make me this wet." Catherine's shaky moans were becoming louder. "Where are your fingers?"
"Sli…" Sara coughed trying to clear her throat. "…sliding in my folds… ugh…"
"I wish your long fingers were sliding into my pussy right now." Catherine's voice was barely a whisper but it was full of earthy need. Sara, head thrown back, was actively panting into her cell as she parted her legs further and began to rub her clitoris with firm circular strokes. "Sara…?" the only response was more panting. "SARA…?"
"Uh…" The seconds ticked by mercilessly as Sara tried to wrap her lips around another word. Eventually she managed it. "Yeah…?"
Catherine shifted to widen her stance as she stroked herself. "I want you to use my dildo." She heard a crash and more profanities slip from Sidle's lips and couldn't help another low chuckle. She pushed again. "Fuck yourself with it Sara. Imagine it's me…"
Sara reached forward unable to do anything but obey Catherine's sordid demand. Her fingers closed around the silvery-blue phallus and she brought it immediately to her lips. Ok it was clean but Sara knew the last place it had been. It had been buried inside Catherine. She swirled her tongue around it slowly savouring the imagined taste. A sudden injection of bravery filled the brunette.
"You want me to fuck myself with your cock?" The response was delicious. Catherine whined as she panted. "You want to know that it's buried inside me just like it was buried in you yesterday?" The strawberry blonde almost sounded like she was hyperventilating and the increased volume of her animalistic grunts made Sara feel all-powerful. It boosted her courage. She lifted her foot to balance on the edge of Catherine's desk and placed the phallus against herself, coating the tip liberally in her arousal. She groaned as the head slipped inside. "Ohhh… it's so tight."
"Oh fuck…" Catherine hadn't been prepared for the tip in the balance of power and was caught completely off guard. She slowed her fingers in an attempt to stave off the inevitable orgasm for a few more precious moments. She was immensely grateful that Lindsey had chosen this particular night to stay over at a friend's house because she was having great difficulty regulating the volume of her whimpering moans as her entire focus narrowed solely to Sara.
Easing the synthetic member out far enough to see it glistening with her juices before plunging it back in Sara groaned loudly, completely mindless of her present location. Images of what Catherine was doing to herself on the other end of the phone, images of what Catherine had done to herself in the very same chair and with the very same object less than twenty-four hours previous ransacked her brain. She was close, so close. The muscles in her thighs began to quiver as she rocked against the thrusts of the dildo.
"H-How many f-fingers are inside you?" Sara, the stuttering born out of the intensity of her arousal, could no longer keep her eyes open.
Catherine hissed through clenched teeth as she answered, "Three."
"They're m-mine. I'm inside you!" Suddenly it was all too much for Catherine and the full weight of her cresting orgasm crashed down upon her. Her legs squeezed shut trapping her own hand between spasming thighs. She screamed all manner of profanities intermingled with Sara's name.
As though she'd been tag-teamed, Sara felt the pinnacle of her pleasure rush at her. Letting go of the phone which promptly slid around her collarbone and onto her chest, she yanked viciously at her nipple as her hips plundered the object between them. She gave some effort to biting back the moans into quieter whimpers but the white-hot pulsing fire that raged through her made the endeavour near impossible.
Catherine heard her name being chanted like a mantra on shuddering breaths until Sara finally collapsed, limp, against her chair.
The tall brunette rescued her cell just before it slipped off her heaving body and returned it to her ear. She could hear Catherine inhaling and exhaling deeply trying to regain her composure. Both women listened to the other's shaky breaths returning to normal.
"Shit…" Sara was the first to speak.
"Shit good or shit bad?"
Sara snickered as she replied. "Shit, I don't even think I can walk let alone think about beginning a shift."
"God Sidle, I swear if I'd known you were going to be so responsive I'd have been on my knees five fucking years ago."
"Ugh… D-Don't start again… I have to work."
"True, though some of us get to snooze a little and then go all over again. You've given me enough mental imagery to sustain an orgasm till next Christmas."
"Shit! Bad Catherine… stop it!" Sara sat up, gingerly withdrawing the dildo with an obscene sloppy noise and resting it on her co-workers desk. She guided her breasts back into her lacy, black bra and drew her sodden panties back into place with a grimace followed by her impressively damp jeans. "It's a good job I have a change of clothes, Willows." Catherine merely giggled into her yawn.
"Well I suppose I ought to let you go and take a shower."
"Yeah, you should."
"Ok, well goodnight then…"
"Yeah… night."
"Oh and Sidle?"
"Yeah?"
Catherine dropped her voice an octave, again finding the right side of sultry. "I'll be thinking about you in the shower!" With that Catherine killed the call leaving Sara groaning as her libido roared into life once more.
Re-arranging Catherine's desk and picking up the various objects that had fallen during her somewhat energetic pursuit of release, Sara found herself stunned at what had transpired. She locked up the drawers, replaced the key in its hiding place and gave one final glance around to make sure everything was as it should be before hotfooting it from the scene of the incident straight to the showers.
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Catherine let herself into her office with a mischievous smirk, desperate to believe she could still smell Sara in the air. Leaning back in her chair she closed her eyes to remember the breathless words, moans and sensations of twenty-four hours ago. She found them as easy to re-conjure as the four times she'd replayed them since, each time finding another, if slightly less satisfactory, release.
She slipped her fingers along the top of the pedestal under her desk searching for the keys as she wondered about facing Sara during shift. Will it be awkward? Will Sara regret it? Did she push the delicious young Sidle a step too far?
Turning the key she opened the drawer and stared down at the confidential folder that was back in its place. Taking a deep, steadying breath she lifted it to find nothing but a small, pink post-it note stuck to the bottom of the drawer. As she unstuck the note and read it, her whole body flushed with a returning erotic awareness and her head began to spin. Scrawly writing resolutely instructed her…
'See me after shift!'
* * * * * * Now then you dirty, smut-loving lot, there have been some calls for the aforementioned 'round two'. (Which incidentally I have since removed from the ending simply because, with hindsight, I think it actually works better without mentioning it... something about not stating the obvious.) Anyway, though this was initially designed as a one-shot fic and is currently marked as complete, I can see how it has been left open for a potential follow-up chapter. I would like to inform you that I am at present wrapping my mind around that idea and be there enough interest and indeed clamour for more then you might all get lucky. We will have to see how much 'noise of encouragement' you make! You all know how to make cyber-noise don't you? * * * * * *