LOST
chapter 2
disclaimer: I own nothing of CBS, CSI or the characters. Just like having fun with the ladies.
Still...can't sleep. Maybe it's doing me good. Coz I think of all these crazy ideas...
Mistakes are mine.
Sara takes a step back watching me thrashing around. "Hold still, Catherine. You're just going to make things harder for yourself."
And to top it off, she smiles in amusement.
"Oh, you find this funny? Sara? You find it funny?!" I take a big stride towards her and try to push her. But with my hands tied and nothing to support me I fall forward.
Sara catches me, but with my full weight against her we both fall backwards. I did hear a thud and a groan. As long as it's not coming from me.
And here I am right on top of her. Not how I'd really imagine it if we both were...what the hell am I thinking now?
"Oh, this is so perfect, Sidle! At least you broke my fall! And I'm not going to say 'thank you'!" I wriggle on top of her. "Get me up!"
Why is she so quiet? "Sara? You okay?" Why isn't she moving? "Sara?!" Are her eyes closed? Shit!
I roll off of her and kneel to her side. Check for injury. Is she bleeding? How the hell would I do that with my hands tied behind me?
I stand up and hurry to the car. Damn it! She locked it! Keys...most likely in her pockets. So I go back to where she's laying and kneel next to her. "Sara...? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Bleeding anywhere? Did you hit your head? Can you get up?" Crap. In my panic state I'm asking such stupid questions. "Are the keys in your pocket?" I should really shut up and think.
Think, think, think.
I lower my head next to hers and try to feel if she's breathing. And I suddenly find my lips almost next to hers. Even in the middle of the night, with the bright moon above us, I still can see her strong and yet soft features so clearly. God, she looks so beautiful...
Next thing I know is I feel a hand snake up my head and fingers getting tangled in my hair. Her soft lips against mine. Now I feel two hands cupping my face and we're still kissing. Soft, soft lips...Sara can really kiss.
And I'm still kneeling in front of her, responding to her kiss and I want to touch her but my hands are...
Taped!
I push her back on the ground, stand up suddenly and with nothing else to do I kick her leg.
"Ouch!" She yells as she stands up. "Why the hell you do that for?"
"Why do you think?" I yell back.
I come close to her wanting to kick her again but she figures out my plan and backs away grinning. "Do you know how cute you are when you're angry, Catherine?"
I continue to follow her around in circles trying to kick whatever rock, pebble or stone her way. I'm just ending up with a cloud of dust around me. And she is now laughing at me!! I hate her so damn much I want to smother her with kisses!
I just did not think that...
I think she slipped a horny pill into my coffee at the last gas stop. Who knows what Sara has in that backpack of hers, maybe a few voodoo dolls and garlic to scare vampires away. Who knows, it's Sara were talking about. It's so amazing how she can tape me up in seconds like she's used it it. Makes me wonder.
I like the idea of being tied but usually to a bedpost and maybe Sara could...
Hell. I should stop thinking and try focusing on getting out of here. I'll think of punishing her later once we're back in civilization. Wonder what I could do to her?
Does she like spanking? Ah, crap. I should really stop thinking!! Focus!
First: Be her friend. "Sara, come on now. Be serious and cut me loose. Please."
She leans on the truck, crosses her arms and smirks. "Catherine, are you begging me? Because I'd like to hear more."
Okay, she's on my hit list. No more being friendly. "You wish! I'd never beg for anything from you!"
"You're the one tied, babe. Not me. I have the advantage."
And I have to admit, she's right with that one.
"Sara, stop playing games. I'm tired. You had your fun. Just get us out of here." Fine. Maybe I can be nice for a second till she cuts me loose and I claw her.
She walks behind me, holds both of my hands gently and whispers in my ear. "Promise you'll be good, Catherine Willows? I got to admit, I've had fantasies of tying you up but not like this in the middle of the desert. Although... getting hot and dirty is a plus."
Oh...my...god...
I don't think I'm even breathing! Sara Sidle fantasizes about me? I understand the guys do and a few women who undress me with their looks. But Sara? My Sara Sidle? Hard core, pain in the neck, stubborn CSI Sara? I mean I think of her sometimes, maybe a few sexual fantasies here and there popping in my dreams. But I never would ever think, not in a million years of her fantasizing about me.
But I am Catherine Willows. Perfect in almost every way. But Sara?
I swear I could feel the heat of her body against mine. Her fingers hooking back some misplaced strands of hair behind my ear.Her lips brushing against my skin...
And she whispers again in my ear, "you'll be good to me, Catherine?" If she wasn't standing directly behind me, my knees would buckle and I'd fall like a raindrop.
"I promise you, Sara."
I feel her fingers unwrapping the tape.
Now if I kept my fingers crossed when I said the promise. I don't really have to keep it, right?
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