Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or Tylenol PM. ;)
Author's Note: Last chapter. I hope you enjoy it!
"How did your plan go?" Catherine asked excitedly.
She and Heather had decided to meet three days after the experience with Gil, to talk and discuss how things went. Heather sipped her tea, the heat from the liquid not bothering her as it rushed down her throat. Catherine impatiently waited as the brunette fixed herself another cup of the beverage, and finally smiled as Heather began to tell the story.
"I told him he had a week to chose," She grinned fondly at the memory. "He arrived at, well, here," She gestured to her dominion, "Sometime in the afternoon. I was still sleeping."
Catherine laughed. "I didn't get the impression that you're a late sleeper!" She took a drink of her tea, waiting for Heather to continue.
"No, I'm not. I had taken a Tylenol PM to help me get to sleep; but I had waited to take it until four A.M. Bad idea, by the way." She smiled at the blonde, took a sip of her drink and went on. "He woke up, gave me his decision and… I told him he was overdue for his spanking."
Catherine's eyes widened in shock upon hearing the statement. "Are you kidding me?"
Heather shook her head 'no'. "It gets better," She smiled. "I tied him to my bed."
"Jesus Christ, Heather!" Catherine nearly had tea come out of her nose. "You're out of your fucking mind!"
Heather laughed. The look on Catherine's face coupled with the language she was using made the dominatrix want to giggle; she wasn't entirely sure why. "I didn't punish him or anything. I untied him a moment later and…"
Catherine tilted her head just slightly sideways, inquiringly silently. The silent part didn't last very long. "And, what?"
Heather considered things for a moment. She was sitting in her parlor sharing details about herself with a woman she had only met a few times. Yet, they had a connection; Heather wasn't sure what that connection was, but it's what made them almost instant friends. She decided sharing one's life events with a friend was fine. Heather pulled the left side of the neck of her black form fitting t-shirt until it was revealing her shoulder. On her shoulder, was a bite mark; well, it looked like a bite mark at a glance. But as Catherine leaned forward, eyes wide and jaw dropped just a bit, she saw what it really was; a bite mark, complete with teeth marks on the brunette's shoulder, and a hickey in the crook of her neck.
"Oh my God," Catherine winced. "That looks painful!"
Heather shook her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her plump lips. Yes, it had hurt the morning after. But she was used to pain, and the bite mark and hickey were nothing to complain about. She allowed the smile to form completely, and took a sip of her tea. Her eyes sparkled just as they had when she had developed the first plan, and as they had when she had shared with it the blonde CSI.
"Yes, it is. But I intend on getting payback tonight," Heather replied. As the two women continued to talk, the thoughts of how she could repay her lover swirled in Heather's mind.