WARNING! GRAPHIC FEMMESLASH SEX AHEAD.
Sara opened her eyes, but immediately shut them as bright light invaded her vision. She let out a loud groan, rolling over to cover her eyes. Whumph! Sara hit the floor beneath her with a shock, letting out another loud groan of disapproval. Evidently, she had fallen asleep on the couch again, and now just rolled off onto her floor. But, her main qualm now was why did the floor feel gushy? And an even better question, why was the floor snoring? Sara opened her eyes again, this time much slowly, and spotted the floor. It really wasn't the floor though.
"What the fuck?" Sara yelped, getting up back onto the couch despite her massive hangover, which was inducing a much hated nausea. Warrick snorted in his sleep, rolling over halfway underneath the coffee table. He was wearing a pair of women's pantyhose on his head like a hat, and was missing his tie. Sara blinked, very confused about what was going on. She looked up, and saw another sight worth laughing at.
Nick was sprawled out on top of the coffee table, a half eaten banana in his hand and his missing right sock on his left hand. In his sleep, he was mumbling something about 'Saving a horse' and 'Riding a cowboy'. Sara laughed out loud, though stopped almost immediately and groaned again, holding her sore head. She stood up very slowly, stretching and looking around her apartment. Grissom was asleep sitting upright, on the chair in front of her book case.
Sara stumbled over to the kitchen, and nearly fell over laughing at what she saw. Greg was sprawled out on her kitchen floor, a cheesy party hat on his head along with noisemakers and whistles strewn out beside him. He was wearing a tutu over his jeans, and a bra over his shirt. There were beer bottles and other miscellaneous alcoholic products lying everywhere, but they were mostly in the sink or on the counter.
Sara walked over to her closet, a foot protruding out of it. She opened her closet, and spotted Sofia sleeping on the coats, a beer bottle still in her hand. Sara laughed, and closed the closet back up again, leaving it open only a little bit. Sara looked around, and started counting the people, which was difficult considering her disoriented state. She discovered that they were missing two bodies. Sara stumbled down the hallway, planning on going to use the washroom. When she walked in, she found none other than Captain Jim Brass asleep in the bathtub, snoring very loudly. Sara laughed, and turned away, walking towards her bedroom. When she walked in, her jaw dropped.
Catherine was handcuffed to the bedposts, laying spread eagle with a sheet over her mid body, showing off her long, shapely legs and her upper body, one breast peaking out from under the covers. Sara looked around, seeing strewn clothing, including some of her own. She then looked down, and noticed she was missing a proper shirt, only having on a bra and some baggy jeans. She was also missing her socks, and, if she remembered correctly, a belt. Sara walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out and covering Catherine's breast with the sheet. Catherine stirred, opening her eyes.
Sara was stunned for a minute. The blue sparkle of Catherine's morning eyes, combined with her curled, wild hair captured Sara's heart once again.
"Morning, Sara. Wait... Why can't I move my... Oh. Wait.. Okay, walk me through yesterday, I really don't remember much after Greg's tutu..." Catherine laughed slightly. Sara shrugged.
"Honestly, I don't remember. But judging by your appearance... I think I had fun." Sara laughed out, lying down beside Catherine, resting her head on the blonde's shoulder. Catherine smiled lightly.
"I think I did, as well. But I do have one question... How did you end up on the couch?" Catherine asked. Sara looked up, trying to remember.
"Oh, now I remember... After we finished, I wanted to check if everyone was still asleep. I tripped over Warrick, and hit the couch. I tried to get up, but I get very lazy when I'm drunk... So I guess I didn't have the effort to get up again. Sorry, honey." Sara explained, leaning up and capturing Catherine's lips in a heated kiss. Catherine moaned, and tried to reach out to Sara, but only managed to rattle the cuffs.
"Dammit, get me out of these! I want to touch you!" Catherine whined, rattling the chains again. Sara laughed heartily, and lazily mounted Catherine, straddling Catherine's hips and tracing her lips with a slow finger. Catherine growled.
"Oh, fuck you, Sara." Catherine said, her lips curling into a snarl-like smile. Sara laughed, leaning down and licking Catherine's lips.
"But I believe you have, Cat." Catherine moaned slightly, whining about the restraints.
"Woot, woot!" Came a call from the doorway. Sara immediately flung herself over Catherine's exposed body, glaring over at the door, where the entire night shift was gaping at them. Greg had a funny grin on his face, going perfectly with his pink tutu and party hat. Sofia was wobbly, at best. Brass was yawning loudly, a smile on his face. Warrick had a large smile on his face, while Nick was wondering where his sock was, not realizing it was on his hand. Grissom crossed his arms.
"Well, this is a strange advancement... Congratulations, Sara." Grissom laughed out, a twinkle in his eyes. Everyone cheered, while Sara continued to go red in the face. Catherine laughed.
"I thought you said they were asleep!" Catherine giggled out. Sara gulped.
"They were. How did you guys wake up?" Sara asked, not moving from where she lay atop Catherine. Warrick yawned again.
"I heard some chains, I thought someone was trying to break in. Then, I found Sofia in the closet, Greg on the kitchen floor, Nick on the coffee table, Grissom in a chair and Brass in the bathtub. Reasonable deduction, along with a couple giggles and a few lovey-dovey words, and here we are." He explained, laughing at Sara's expression.
"Uh... I see... Um, you guys can, entertain yourselves, right?" Sara laughed out nervously. Sofia laughed.
"Yeah, sure. I've got the same television at home. Everyone to the living room!" She cheered, stumbling with the others towards the couch. Greg gave a cheeky grin, then shut the door behind him. Sara sighed, sitting up again.
"That guy moves way too naturally in that tutu." She laughed, looking back down at Catherine. She was looking up at Sara and saw lecherous grin on her face. Sara leaned down slowly, biting at Catherine's lower lip. She continued to nip and lick around Catherine's face, neck and collarbone. Catherine let out a little yelp as Sara nipped at her pulse point.
"Sara... Sara, you better let me out of these cuffs, and now." Catherine threatened, though it wasn't too frightening, considering that she was moaning it out. Sara laughed into her smooth skin, giving another nip.
"No." Was her simple answer as she moved down Catherine's body, pulling back the sheet and beginning work on Catherine's perky breasts. She began suckling on one nipple while rubbing the other between her long fingers. Catherine moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around Sara's lean frame. Sara looked deep into the eyes of her lover while she continued her ministrations. Catherine was a sweat covered goddess, looking more beautiful than ever. Sara moved down even further, liking at Catherine's navel, leaving bruising hickeys and bite marks in her trail. Catherine was getting louder, trying to bring Sara down to where she wanted her.
"Sara... Oh, baby, please..." She squeaked when Sara reached up and pinched her nipple, tossing the sheet off her body. Sara grabbed Catherine's legs, put them over her shoulders and lowered herself down. She gave a quick lick, making Catherine scream her name. She smiled into Catherine's heat, and began pumping her tongue in and out of the writhing blonde goddess. She moved her hand upwards, and slowly inserted two fingers into Catherine's depths. Catherine let out a loud scream, bucking her hips upward and squeezing her legs around Sara's head. Sara continued to pump almost violently, sucking and nibbling at Catherine's sensitive clit. Catherine screamed even louder as her orgasm hit, leaving Sara to lap up her feminine juices.
Sara decided that they wouldn't have time for anymore, so she began licking upwards to Catherine's mouth, giving her a fiery kiss. Catherine was panting, her eyes glazed over slightly.
"Fuck... That was...Amazing..." She panted out, gazing into Sara's deep eyes. Sara laughed slightly.
"I know, I would give you more, but we do have guests..." Sara reasoned, standing up. Catherine whined again, very mad at the fact that she couldn't touch Sara.
"Come on, I just want to touch you, baby..." Catherine complained. Sara laughed, picking up the keys for the cuffs and undoing Catherine. Catherine immediately jumped at Sara, who effectively dodged and trapped Catherine in a hug.
"Let's go, Cat. We'll play later." Sara kissed Catherine's forehead, and walked out of the room. Catherine huffed.
"Damn that dominant woman!" Catherine laughed, and then began searching for her clothes.
Sara walked into the living room quietly, sitting down on the arm of the couch beside Greg. He looked up at her.
"She's really loud." Sara blushed a furious shade of red, then grumbled to herself, crossing her arms. Greg laughed, and sat back.
"See, I knew the tutu makes people horny."
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