Author Note: A fem slash of Catherine and Sara is something I have not posted on this site in a long time…I hope you all enjoy the comedy/drama/adventure and maybe even steamy scenes of our two femme fatale's.
Please R&R and I will return the favour when I get the chance! Thank-you!
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Lover's Quarrel
Chapter Three
After four hours of combing the beach where Ryan had landed Sara had not come up with any more evidence to add to her finds on the cliff side. There were no foot prints leading to the body except for hers and David's, which matched the story the patrol boat who spotted him stated to O'Riley. Also, if Sara was following her theory of him getting robbed that had to of happened up top side. Her theory at the moment was that Ryan was out here to enjoy a day at the lake to cool off from the Vegas heat. He was approached by an unknown male who robbed him of his wedding ring and watch at knife point. An altercation ensued between the two men based on the foot prints and blood splatter Catherine was able to collect before Ryan was stabbed and then was either pushed or stumbled over the cliff and landed contorted face up at the bottom to be spotted by patrollers five hours later.
With the evidence she currently had at her disposal, that theory sounded plausible. The location they were at was quite secluded, a perfect place that a local man such as Ryan would know about and enjoy without tourists climbing all over him. One thing was bothering her though, she looked at his wallet and in there was credit cards and even some cash, if Ryan was robbed, then why did the robber not take his wallet and cellphone along with the jewelry? It was a piece of the puzzle that did not fit but soon enough the evidence would speak for itself.
David and the body had gone about an hour ago. The cliff was too steep to lug the body back up the way it came so the patrol boat came back, hauled the body on a stretcher and David off to the main land where a patrol brought David his van, helped him load the body up and headed back into town to begin his more extensive examination of the body. On his first blush they were able to put together a sound theory, and collect specific evidence so the hope was that out of the autopsy they would be able to determine if insult to injury was added and Ryan was not only robbed and stabbed but then pushed off the cliff.
"Hey, I'm making my way back up." Sara called into the radio as she packed up her kit once more the sound of the waves from Lake Mead lapping up against the beach was soothing, almost making Sara forget about all the personal drama that was happening between her and Catherine. Almost.
"Okay, I'll see you up top." Catherine replied, her voice sounding weary and exhausted.
Sara made the ascent once more as the heat from another day beginning was slowly seeping in through her dry and muddied wind breaker. The sun was going to be rising in less than an hour, marking almost an end to another shift that was going to result in a double since some of this evidence needed to be processed ASAP. The cliff side was a dry bed of grass and dirt now that the mud from the rain they had three hours before getting the call to this scene had dried up. She used her good hand, the one that was not singed from rope burn to climb back up, using the rope as support and finding the navigation of the cliff side a lot easier in the early morning rays. When she reached the top Sara noticed that most, if not all the Police cruisers were gone, O'Riley left hours ago and Catherine was just finishing tagging some evidence over by a large oak tree.
Sara took a moment to study the view from above in the breaking dawn. It was gorgeous as she noticed the jutting out cliffs on the other side of the lake, the water glistening from the sun's reflection as it was calm, the wind a lot less stronger than it was when they got here over six hours ago. It was breath taking and as much as she loved to be one with nature, she had to give kudos to Ryan for finding such a beautiful, serene place to hang out and eventually meet his demise. She then looked over at Catherine who was hunched over her writing pad, her blonde locks blowing in the slight breeze. She was concentrating on the evidence log, her eyes covered by her sun glasses now that the sun was peeking out behind the breaking clouds and the goose egg on her forehead even more prominent under her bangs. Everything was perfect until Sara had to be reminded of the stupidity that lead them here in the first place.
"Hey," She stated, walking over to Catherine.
She looked up and smiled, a real smile, the first one she had done since they left home yesterday. It melted Sara's heart to see her lover's façade dwindling. "Hey, man you look like hell." She quipped, studying Sara from head to toe with matching bump on her forehead from the car antics on the way to the scene.
"Well, sorry to say this but, the same could be said for you."
Catherine stood, feeling the cramps in her legs from kneeling and crouching for most of this shift work its way through her aging body. She closed her evidence log, picked up her field kit and followed Sara back to the Crime Scene tape that was still being guarded by the first officer on scene. He looked no older than twenty-five, fresh from the Academy and also looking like he needed a fresh cup of coffee. Since what happened with Holly Gribbs almost a year ago, the enforcement of an officer staying at the scene with the CSI's until they were finished processing was mandatory and if not followed to the letter could result in suspension or termination. There was no way the department was not going to have any more dead lab techs on their watch.
"You can go home now Officer Reynolds, we're done here." Catherine stated putting her hand on the young man's shoulder with a smile.
"Thank-you Mme." He stated with a curt nod and Southern Accent as he lifted the Crime Scene tape to allow them to exit before taking it down, releasing the scene back to the public.
Sara and Catherine walked back to their Tahoe that was a few feet up the road from Officer Reynolds who was more than happy to be getting in his cruiser and getting the hell out of nowheresville sooner rather than later. Catherine popped the trunk as she slipped her field kit and evidence bags inside, Sara doing the same as she spotted a fresh jump suit neatly folded in the back of the trunk.
"Damn, I didn't know you had that. I could have used that as opposed to getting my actual clothes all muddy." Sara stated as she reached for the jump suit.
"I will be honest Sara. I was going to tell you about it but, since I was so red with anger, I was enjoying your torture of clothing discomfort." Catherine confessed before slamming the trunk shut.
"I kind of figured. You're not a hard one to read Willows."
Catherine smirked as Officer Reynolds drove past them, nodding at the CSI's once more before continuing on down the road back out to the highway. They were officially the last people out at Lake Mead at four in the morning. Catherine put an arm on Sara's shoulder, gently squeezing it as the brunette looked at her, dry mud still caked on her forehead from her tumble down the cliff side, a tumble that actually had her scared she would never get a chance to apologize to Sara for acting the way she was.
"You are however, not getting in my truck all covered in mud."
Sara rose an eyebrow, knowing that there was something else hidden behind those words her fiancée just spoke. Before she could even react Catherine's lips were pressed against hers, her tongue finding its familiar path between her lips and into her mouth as Sara could not help but moan. She wrapped her hands around Catherine, running her fingers through her hair as she pressed her body against the side of the Tahoe, deepening the kiss.
There was no chance they would be caught, no chance for interruptions from either co-workers or strangers alike. They were not expected back at the lab and what better way to begin a brand new day than to have some frisky, playful fun in a vehicle before work. Catherine, without breaking her lips away, used one of her hands and grabbed the door handle behind her, opening the back door to her Tahoe and inviting them inside to continue this in a more, traditional, location.
Sara could care less as she let go of Catherine, stripping off her jacket and shirt, leaving her standing in the middle of a dirt road in her bra and mud covered pants. Catherine sat on the edge of the seat as she grabbed Sara by the waist band of her pants, pulling her in closer. She unclipped her gun and radio, tossing them on the front seat along with the jumper Sara grabbed to change into from the trunk. She then made quick work of undoing her dress pants, watching them fall from Sara's waist and pool at her mud covered feet. She was gorgeous, perfectly sculpted as her angled hips fit into the palms of her hands, her fingers able to grasp her supple ass and squeeze it gently, something she knew got Sara excited.
That was when Catherine realized she was over dressed for this occasion and tossed her jacket and top, leaving her large, supple breasts suspended in a black lace bra out on display for Sara to fondle. Sara licked her lips, biting her lower one slightly as her loins began to stir with passion and sex. She gently pushed Catherine down onto the bench seat of the Tahoe, climbing on top of her, and leaving her muddy boots and pants out on the dirt path. She kissed Catherine again, hard on the lips and then made a trail down her neck, nipping her collar bone slightly and feeling her finance stir beneath in anticipation. Her hands roamed over her chest, cupping her breasts slightly as she watched her abdomen ebb and flow with each deep breath she took.
"God Sara, you feel good." Catherine moaned, her eyes closed as colours, bright, vibrant pastels shot across her eyes at Sara's nimble touch.
"Shh, don't speak." She whispered in Catherine's ear as Catherine moaned, her heart beat quickening as her vagina dampened knowing what's to come.
Sara unclasped her bra, tossing it on the floor of the Tahoe as she guided Catherine's hands to her erect nipples, allowing her to cup and fondle them blindly as she sucked on Catherine's, feeling them go hard in her mouth. She tried to stay focused as she kept her lips wandering further down Catherine's body, over her C-Section scar from giving birth to Lindsey, the only person in the world Catherine loved more than her. Her lips finally made it to her panty line as Catherine ran her hands down Sara's back, scraping her long nails across the skin playfully, seductively.
"I need you Sara, I need you so bad." Catherine muttered as Sara grabbed the band to Catherine's panties and pulled them down to reveal her perfectly groomed vagina awaiting Sara's thick tongue and nimble fingers.
"I love you Catherine," Sara stated right before she plunged her index and middle finger inside of Catherine, fondling her clitoris as Catherine shook with passion beneath her.
Catherine screamed, unable to keep it contained any longer as Sara worked her fingers quickly, knowing the exact spots to hit to get her to cum. She slowed down as she buried her head between Catherine's thighs, her tongue licking the inside of her thighs and gradually moving towards her vagina, hitting that sweet spot that was going to push her over the edge. Moments later it happened, an explosion of warmth and love filled Sara's mouth and Catherine's body as she shook with release. All the anger, tension, disappointment she had for Sara was gone, wiped away like words on a chalkboard and replaced with happiness and passion. She didn't care about what happened two days ago, what mattered was the fact that they loved each other, could please each other and wanted to be together; no matter what.
Sara looked up, wiping her lips with a glint of satisfaction and accomplishment in pleasing her mate. Catherine cupped Sara's face, feeling flushed and sweaty as if she had just run a marathon. Sara enjoyed the caressing motions of Catherine as she got back up on top of her lover, feeling her heart racing from the exertion of the events that just took place. Catherine quickly slid out from the bottom as Sara took her place, allowing her body to go limp and have Catherine do whatever she wanted to her.
The blonde, older woman who still looked beautiful, even in the cramped space of a Tahoe and a large bruise on her forehead was the only woman Sara ever wanted to go down on her in the middle of a work day at a crime scene. She was amazing, intelligent, strong and above all stubborn but that did not change a single thing about their relationship now or where it was heading within the next six months.
Catherine began to work her way day Sara's body, her fingers grazing her curves, feeling the sculpted goddess that was offering herself to her. Sara was what she had been looking for before she stumbled into Vegas to put her nose where it shouldn't have belonged. Them clashing at first blossomed into a beautiful relationship that Catherine would never trade for anything. Yes, sometimes the brunette was stubborn and naive, especially when it came to being intimate with another woman but, Catherine needed to remember that there was ten years between them. The age gap did not bother them at all in the bedroom, or in public but, sometimes that much of a gap could lead to miscommunication and misrepresentations of the importance of certain relationship milestones. She still wanted to marry her, to be with her, teach her and learn with her but, sometimes Catherine realized she was going to have to be more patient than others.
Sara moaned as her lover's tongue entered her, lapping against her warm, wet vagina her legs trembling with passion. It was amazing what a little tongue and finger action could do to someone libido as Catherine, being an ex-exotic dancer, still had a few tricks up her sleeve on ways to get Sara off in a hurry. Today was no exception as she exploded at the fast flickering of her tongue against her G-spot, it almost felt like a mini vibrator at how fast Catherine was going. It was her signature move and it made Sara explode over the edge every time.
"God, that was amazing." Sara sighed, prospering herself up on her elbows as Catherine licked her lips and smiled.
"I'm sorry for how I've been acting Sara. I shouldn't have been son childish." Catherine confessed.
Sara was taken aback by the truth bomb that was just dropped. She knew that sex was a cure for many things and make up sex was, as everyone keeps saying, the best type but, she did not know it also came with a vial of truth serum. She sat up and slid over, allowing Catherine to hop up and sit beside her in the back seat, snuggled into the crook of her arm.
"Sex really is magic isn't it?" Sara quipped as Catherine carefully punched her in the arm, "Owe, okay, I surrender, I'm sorry too. I feel horrible for missing our Anniversary, it was an honest mistake."
Catherine smiled, feeling like she had won some sort of battle. "Much better, and I know, I shouldn't have gotten so worked up over it. I mean, when I saw you fall today on the cliff, I-I was scared."
"Ah, so now the truth comes out."
"Watch it Sidle, I can still take my apology back." Catherine playfully snapped.
Sara grabbed Catherine's hand, entwining their fingers and looking at the silver wedding bands they were both wearing signaling their engagement and eventual marriage in the next six months. That silver band meant more to them just getting hitched, it was a symbol of their eternity together.
"I don't want you to be worried about me baby. I don't want us to fight, or be mad at each other either. All I want is for us to keep having the same type of relationship we've had since the beginning; one full of life, passion and happiness. I know our Anniversary means a lot to you and to make it up to you, I want us to celebrate this weekend at Lake Mead, in the exact same place I proposed to you." Sara stated and smiled, seeing a tear glint in Catherine's eye.
"That sounds perfect Sara. You know exactly what to do to get a woman's heart."
Sara kissed her, letting her lips linger for a moment before smiling, "I did learn from the best." She quipped before bringing her in for another kiss.
Fin