Hey there everyone. Sorry it's been quiet on this front. I have many excuses, all which are to be pretty honest... lame. But I did get a promotion a few weeks ago so thats been consuming alot of my time. But I want to get this thing back on track. So heres a very belated chapter for you. Enjoy! (Sorry again!) Thanks to Lisa M Fan for the inspiration. Especially some of the M rated stuff later on ; ) haha!


Slowing the sleigh to a holt, the grinding of sodden snow under the runners, Sara turned to Catherine and grinned a full toothed gappy grin. "I believe madam we have arrived at our destination."

Swatting the brunette with her hand she said "Don't call me 'madam', it insinuates you think I'm ancient".

Sara blushed and started to stutter, "I... I, mean... you... you aren't..."

"Ok, ok Sara. 'I', 'You', whoever, I get it. Stop acting so embarrassed, it's too adorable". Catherine watched the blush creep down the young woman's neck with intent interest. She took the brunettes slender hand in hers, noting the warmth radiating from her as she entwined their fingers together and added "I'll go check in and collect the keys whilst you unload our baggage and stick your head in the snow, looks like you need some time to cool off before we meet our fellow course mates". With that she hopped down from the carriage and stalked off in the direction of the reception. Sara's eyes stayed fixated on the shoe impressions sculpted into the snow. Had Catherine been flirting with her? Surely not. Yet as her eyes traced the trail of fading footsteps, she rested on Catherine's receding form and caught the blonde, as if on cue, looking back and winking. Oh good god.

Harnessing the huskies, she jumped with a soft thud on top of the set of prints Cath had just left and started lifting down the bags from the luggage compartment. Underestimating just how much exactly the blonde had packed, Sara felt the large case slip out of her hands and fall open on the snowy surface, a scattering of clothes in its wake. "Shit." She muttered under her breath. Catherine was going to kill her. Bending down, she hurriedly picked up the already sodden garments and tossed them quickly back into the spewing case. Her hand paused above a turquoise piece of lace. Carefully she lifted it out of the snow and stared, gaping. The thong dangled from between her fingers, tracing her thumb across the soft, tailored fabric. Sara gently shook the small snow flakes off, watching them melt into the ground by her feet. Before she could register the soft, almost soundless crunch of snow behind her, something cold and wet hit her square on the ass. With the thong clenched in her hand she span around in shock at the laughing blonde.

"I hope you weren't intending to use that as a weapon." The blonde chuckled, sauntering slowly towards the stunned brunette. "Because if you were, then Grissom was right, you really do need this training." She stopped and tugged playfully at the thong. Locking eyes, Sara still silent, she said "Nosey aren't we?" Then leaning forward, a smirk resting on her lips she whispered "if you get this wet just from the sight of a snow covered thong, what are you going to do if we have to share a bed?" As she finished speaking, Sara realised the blonde was softly caressing her damp bottom. Letting go of the undergarment, she stumbled backwards and snapped shut Catherine's suitcase.

"Sorry Cath, your case just kinda slipped and fell open. I swear. I wasn't snooping."

"Thats ok Sidle, you can make it up to me by buying me a drink later."

"Deal."

"Good. Now, shall we get in the warm? I get the distinct impression you need to change your panties." For the second time that day, Sara watched the older woman saunter of smugly. "What just happened here?" She said to no one but herself.


By the time Sara had caught up with her colleague, Catherine had already located their private cabin and was fumbling with the lock in frustration. "Need some help little lady?" Sara said, setting down her bags smiling.

The blonde frowned at her. "They've given us the wrong key" she stated matter of factly.

"Let me try."

"I'm telling you, it's the wrong bloody key."

The brunette tugged the key out of Cath's hand and turned her attention to the large oaken door in front of her. Within seconds the door swung open and with a satisfied smirk on her face turned to Catherine.

"Say one word and you're sleeping in the bath tonight." The small woman said sulkily. She shoved past the grinning brunette, dragging her bags awkwardly.

"You need hel..."

"Nope."

"What happened to me carrying you across the threshold?!" Sara shouted at her retreating form in mock shock. Greeted with silence, she stepped through the doorway and into a large open plan room. The focus of the main room was a large open fireplace, littered with logs, framing the centre of the chimney. Eyes curiously wandered from corner to corner, taking in a large comfortable couch, several scatter cushions, a small dinner table already set and decorated with a single yellow tulip. Candles hid in the dark recesses of the cabin, untouched and waiting on light. Kicking off her heavy boots, she trod through a thick shag pile rug and over to the bottom of a spiralling wooden staircase. Making the informed assumption that the older woman had already made her way up to the next floor she set up in pursuit. Reaching the top, the stairs gave way to a cosy upper room with a slanted roof and two single beds, one of which was already buried under Catherine's belongings. Seeing the bathroom door slightly ajar, she pushed it open to reveal Catherine washing her hands.

"Do you not knock?" The blonde scowled. "I could have been on the loo for all you knew."

"I'm going to have to insist on having the bed furthest from the bathroom then if you plan to keep the door open at all times. I'm not quite ready for that kind of commitment yet you know." Sara fought hard to keep a serious face. She dumped her stuff on the empty bed and eased backwards, her head settling into the plump folds of the pillow. Eyes closed she heard footsteps enter the room. Shoes kicked off. The creak of the bed. The rustle of clothes. Silence.

"Don't even think about opening those eyes Sidle."

Sara smirked. "Not even a little?" She asked.

"Not even a little. Don't you think you've seen enough of me today? Because judging from the current state of your slacks I'd say that thong just about it did it for you."

Sara could sense the blonde was smiling. Eyes still closed she heard the distinct sound of a bra clasp being released. To completely avoid all temptation she turned on her side, facing the wall.

"Thank you for the bag by the way."

Sara opened her eyes and stared at the panelled wall. "That's ok. I don't want you to hate me. I know we have never really been great at tolerating each other. But I'd like to try working on that." She shut her eyes again and waited for a reply. Nothing. Suddenly she felt warm, soft lips brush against her cheek. Her skin lit up by the unexpected contact, the sensation spreading through her body, she smiled gently.

"You can open your eyes now Sara."

The brunette's eyelids fluttered open to reveal Catherine inches away from her, lips slightly parted. "What was that for?"

"Lets just say my first step towards tolerating you. That Ok?"

"Thats more than Ok." Sara grinned happilly.

"Now enough of all this laying about Sidle. You're taking taking me for a drink remember? You've got 15 minutes to change." With that she threw the turquoise thong at Sara's surprised face and raced down the stairs.