I have just treated myself to Season 1-5 of CSI. Let's see if I can make it through all 30 discs before uni gets in the way! However, Cath/Sara goodness provides excellent inspo. I'm sorry this is short but I sure enjoyed writing it!
Thank you so much for your reviews; love goes out to you femmetastic people right now! You have made me smile and want to go on and on and on. . .
Disclaimer: I do not own either of these xters but if they're ever up for offer I will be first in line ;)
The blonde's fingertips began to fumble their way down Sara's black shirt, clumsily undoing buttons between desperate kisses. At the last one, she paused and sat up slowly, her fringe falling loosely into her face, rouged with prickling desire. She began to slide the shirt down from the brunette's shoulders, crafting her lips into a sideways smile as she realised that the only thing separating her eager hands and Sara's bare skin was the white camisole.
Catherine sat back and watched as Sara began to remove the item of clothing, the brunette's gaze fixed on the older woman's sparkling eyes lighting up like a little girl on her birthday as she waited for the best surprise of all. She arched her back and pulled the top swiftly over an enviably toned torso, deliciously firm breasts and strong shoulders - for the garment to be instantly snatched from her and thrown dismissively to the floor. Catherine bit her lip, unable to control an almost devious smile, and manoeuvred her arms behind her to skilfully undo the clasp of her own bra. She revealed everything to devilishly hungry eyes, held the lace between her forefinger and thumb and, at the end of an outstretched arm, let the article fall to the floor.
So they sat taking each other in: eyes flickering, hands tracing up and down limbs, their breath deepening as their touches became more powerful, more daring. As Catherine sought Sara's soft lips, the brunette immediately took hold of her and lay her down on the length of the sofa, still encased by her thighs, forcing her legs wider apart as the blonde submissively complied to her new position. The younger woman slid herself up the blonde's beautiful body, enjoying the contact of her already erect nipples on writhing hot skin. Catherine laced her right hand through the younger woman's hair as Sara moved in towards the already parted lips; but as Catherine's eyes flickered shut she was denied the contact, denied the anticipated moistness of Sara's teasing mouth, jilted at boiling point.
"You fucking give yourself to me..."
The brunette grinned, pleased with her reaction.