Crying, Waiting, Hoping
By: Allison
E-mail: GeckoGal21@lycos.com
Archive: Catherine Willows, The Graveyard, Shipperworld, Working Love, mine.
Rated: R
Summary: "It all seemed so useless."
Dedication: To Lauri, queen of the smut. This is for you.
A/N: Response to a drabble challenge at csreports. This weeks' topic was try to use a Beatles song title as your title, bonus points for incorporating lyrics. Thank you Manda, for reading this through. And to 'anonymous' reviewer-I swear I am almost finished with Invisible Assailant 10. Expect it sometime this week.
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She never cried before she met Gil Grissom. It always seemed so useless. So pointless. So trivial.
Instead, she layered the make-up on her face each night-lipstick; eye shadow; eyeliner; blush-like a mask that hid her unseen scars. Body glistening with sweat she danced in her silver g-string, fake seductive smile on her face, and swayed to the heavy beat of the music.
And then he'd found her one night, before the show, as she smeared on her 'fuck me' red lipstick. He was handsome, and he was smart, and he looked at her with curious eyes, rather than hungry ones. So she kissed him. Even thought she knew it was wrong.
She kissed him hard, and fast, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as if she'd been his lover all her life. And to her surprise, he matched her with equal passion.
Her hands ran down his stomach until they found the top button of his Dockers-his thumb hooked under the strap of her g-string, and he pulled it down his eyes never leaving hers.
His mouth sucked her nipples lovingly as he entered her. Her hips rocked in time with his as the tears slipped down her cheeks.
She never heard them call her to the stage. It all seemed so useless now.
-- Fin.
By: Allison
E-mail: GeckoGal21@lycos.com
Archive: Catherine Willows, The Graveyard, Shipperworld, Working Love, mine.
Rated: R
Summary: "It all seemed so useless."
Dedication: To Lauri, queen of the smut. This is for you.
A/N: Response to a drabble challenge at csreports. This weeks' topic was try to use a Beatles song title as your title, bonus points for incorporating lyrics. Thank you Manda, for reading this through. And to 'anonymous' reviewer-I swear I am almost finished with Invisible Assailant 10. Expect it sometime this week.
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She never cried before she met Gil Grissom. It always seemed so useless. So pointless. So trivial.
Instead, she layered the make-up on her face each night-lipstick; eye shadow; eyeliner; blush-like a mask that hid her unseen scars. Body glistening with sweat she danced in her silver g-string, fake seductive smile on her face, and swayed to the heavy beat of the music.
And then he'd found her one night, before the show, as she smeared on her 'fuck me' red lipstick. He was handsome, and he was smart, and he looked at her with curious eyes, rather than hungry ones. So she kissed him. Even thought she knew it was wrong.
She kissed him hard, and fast, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as if she'd been his lover all her life. And to her surprise, he matched her with equal passion.
Her hands ran down his stomach until they found the top button of his Dockers-his thumb hooked under the strap of her g-string, and he pulled it down his eyes never leaving hers.
His mouth sucked her nipples lovingly as he entered her. Her hips rocked in time with his as the tears slipped down her cheeks.
She never heard them call her to the stage. It all seemed so useless now.
-- Fin.