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Chapter Twelve
Catherine's POV
She needed a reality check, because somehow she had lost all of the control. She had figured out early on that Sara liked her, it was hard to miss with the staring and sitting next to her or talking to her whenever possible. When Sara started to help with Lindsey Catherine knew for sure she was right and that Sara would never make a move because like Grissom she was a logical thinker.
Catherine wasn't sure how this was going to play out, she wasn't looking for a girlfriend, she was focusing on her career. But Sara… Well she had this effect that made Catherine's knees go weak, and these wind ups better end soon because she had been horny for only one day and had already reached breaking point.
Catherine was going to tell Sara all this when she got Greg to fetch Sara, obviously that didn't go to plan. It was time to regain the control and make Sara wish that she hadn't brought this to work.
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Catherine was sat in the break room waiting. Sara was predictable when she got back in from a case she would grab a coffee and sit in 'her' seat. It was an eggcup, quite big and very comfortable. The guys preferred the sofa so they could play their computer games and well Grissom and Catherine both had offices. Now Sara would have to sit at the table, and creatures of habit such as Sara would not take kindly to this.
A few moments later Sara breezed in and got her coffee just as predicted and turned and stopped dead in her tracks. Catherine smirked and carried on reading her article waiting to see what Sara would do next. Sara walked over to the eggcup and said "Hey, what are you doing out of the office?"
"Just fancied a change" Catherine replied.
Sara obviously didn't like the idea that Catherine would be using her seat more often and could tell Catherine was doing this purposefully.
"You're in my seat" Sara blurted out
"What are you nine?" Catherine asked cocking her head
Sara physically cringed.
"So what now are you going to ask me to move or carry on acting like a kid and sit on my lap?" Catherine teased.
Sara grinned obviously that was an invitation so placed her cup down and moved over to Catherine and looking into her eyes slowly lowered herself onto her lap.
"Gotcha Sidle" Catherine grinned triumphantly.
Sara pov
This shocked Sara a little and before she had a chance to react Catherine was kissing her slow and passionately. Sara pulled back for air and Catherine moved to nibble her neck. Sara moaned. Oh this wasn't good all the power she had gained had been lost in one moment when her routine was broken. Sara pushed Catherine back so she was leaning against the back of the chair and started to undo Catherine's shirt kissing the newly exposed skin.
Catherine pushed Sara away and whispered panicked "shit, I heard someone coming this way"
"so?" Sara asked
"So! Turn around Sidle while I make my self decent" Catherine uttered in disbelief.
With another quick peck she did as she was asked and turned so that she was sat on Catherine's lap, unfortunately for Sara she had changed into a long floaty skirt after her clothes got covered in grime from a crime scene.
Catherine's hand slipped under and started to stroke her inner thighs. The skirt covering her actions. Before Sara could protest Greg walked in.
"Er Sara? Why are sat on Catherine's lap?"
Catherine chose this moment to slip into Sara's wetness and flick over her clit.
"Oh because she stole my seat" Sara squeaked trying her hardest not to moan, go red or even let her breathing pick up. She was after all speaking with a CSI who was trained to observe.
"If I knew that was how you'd react I would have sat in it months ago" Greg joked.
Sara chuckled a little and said "I bet you would have. Oh well my breaks over I should get back to work"
Hearing this Catherine picked up her pace and felt Sara grip onto her and start rocking slightly she was definitely close and Catherine wasn't about to let her prize go, she whispered in Sara's ear "I'm not moving my hand so you get up then I see myself being forced to push you against that table and finish you off."
Sara moaned audibly
"What's the matter Sara, don't you want to come for me? No that can't be right because you're so wet" With that she pushed two fingers into Sara and started to set a rhythm.
"Hey Greg, can you make me a coffee? I would but I have a Sara on me and if I get up I'll lose my seat" Catherine asked
"Er sure, but I though Sara was going?" Greg looked suspicious
"No umm I just want to finish this article" Sara squeaked
"Are you ok Sara? You don't look to good." Greg questioned
"Oh I'm fine, more than fine. Honest." Sara rambled
He turned and walked over to the machine he finally had his back to the two ladies and Catherine increased her game. She kissed Sara's neck and pumped faster whilst using her other hand to circle Sara's clit. Sara couldn't hold back a moan and bucked against Catherine's hand, clenching her fists she mutter "fuck, Catherine" and moaned again as she came.
Greg spun round in time to See Sara with her eyes shut and looking exhausted, Catherine had removed her hands and said "hold that coffee Greg, Sara doesn't look well I'm going to take her to the nurse, she just groaned something about her head and went all weird and out of it".
Greg looked concerned, "shall I come?"
"Don't worry I can handle her, I'll let you know the verdict ok?" Greg nodded
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As they turned the corner a few moments later Sara pushed Catherine against a wall and kissed her passionately. She pulled away and muttered "Fuck" before kissing her again and grinding slightly against Catherine.