Title: Butterflied - hot and bothered version
By: lewis771750
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Challenge: Virtual rewind
Spolilers: Butterflied
Disclaimer: They are not mine. I know it, you know it, and they know I know it. I took them out to play and put a smile on their faces.
Rating: NC-17

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When I saw her lying there, looking so like you I was relieved Grissom was facing away. I know if he'd been looking I'd have blushed, the memory it brought back was so strong.

She looked so much like you last night as you were worshipping my toes. Of course her thong was red lace rather than your red leather chastity belt, and I'm guessing it didn't come with a plug and a vibrator. The controls of yours were in my hand. You looked naked apart from that, although I knew the clamps on your nipples and the chains to your collar had to be pulling hard with your neck stretched forward like that, whilst she was posed fully dressed. Her arms lay limply back alongside her body whilst yours had been handcuffed, with the chain run through the D-ring on the back of your belt. But the sheer physical resemblance of the pair of you combined with the pose was enough to make me flash back to a happier memory as well as shudder at the thought it could be you.

We all deal with this everyday, it could be a friend, a family member, I always freak around cases with children because I see Lindsey there, but someone who looks so like one of us, this is going to affect the whole team.

When we find the silk ties on Debbie's bed it brings a big smile to my face, to Grissom's surprise. Of course I don't only use silk on you, but it is a good choice on workdays, less likely to leave visible marks than the chains, ropes or rawhide restraints we use at other times.

The memories of that last night together, the one that started with the toe worship keep coming back too. OK I'd tied you in a spread-eagle, hands and legs rather than just hands, and I'd been the one on top of course, but we both liked this sort of game either way. You were moaning around the ring-gag that the blindfold was stopping you watching me, and I'm sure I was a sight for sore eyes or fantasies, riding that double-ended dildo whilst using the crop to encourage you to move, grinding our pelvises together. Our orgasms were numerous, noisy and spectacular, and when we recovered I relented and took the blindfold off, letting you watch me curl up against you.

When my body had recovered I mounted the double-ended dildo in the ring of the gag, this time you were being rewarded so you had the end covered in my juices to suck on as I rode myself to pleasure on your mouth letting you look up my body as I did so, watching me play with my own nipples, watching the flush spread over my torso before I collapsed down again, almost suffocating you.

Much though I love you, you're not limber enough for a single pair of ties like this – but we both know I am. You don't tie me up that often, but I'm the one that can have my feet and hands tied together and then tied off to the edges of the bed opening me fully that way. You're getting more confident too, no longer just repeating things I've done to you, but experimenting a little, learning what I like when I'm restrained, and showing me things you fantasise about me trying on you. Liniment on my clit drove me insane with the burning, but you seem to enjoy it. The next step will be liniment and then wax on top so you can't wash it off as soon as I release you. I wonder how you'll like that?

When we meet in the locker-room after you've seen the body I can tell you are really shaken. It has always surprised me after the number of d.b.s you've seen that you like playing games with your neck. Collars I get entirely, the feel of restraint and the smell of leather, but nooses and sharp objects against your neck always make me nervous, nearly as nervous as they get you turned on. Of course the fact that you are besotted with me makes you prepared to take risks, but I know your life is in my hand when we play these games. There is always a sharp knife and strong scissors to hand when there is a noose in the situation, and a range of blunt knives so you're not really at risk of being cut when I hold the knife to your throat, something I don't think you've realised yet.

That haunted look in your eyes tells me that you might have realised just how much of a thantophile you are when we play those games. You knew it intellectually, but seeing someone that looks just like you lying there with their throat cut might make you realise it viscerally too.

And you know that having two of you to dominate is one of my fantasies too. Not that I would do anything about it, but a girl that looks just like you, enjoys being tied up, and seems a bit of a live wire, well for a one-off we might both have liked that, and now the chance is gone forever. We'd never have really gone there, some fantasies are best left as fantasies, but knowing it could have come true and now it never will is bad news. I've just about got to grips with the shock of seeing 'you' dead. Last night's sex was good and life affirming for me. But now you've just seen 'you' dead and you are in turmoil. I am guessing Momma Cath rather than Mistress Catherine will be called for tonight, although letting yourself go often requires Mistress Catherine and her bag of tricks, but not tonight judging from the way you won't meet my eyes.

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