Title:Confrontation
By: lexus-grey
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Angry, Sara confronts Catherine after the team finds out about the scheme in 'Redrum'. Somehow they end up having angst!sex in the locker room.

I was pissed off. Not to mention hurt, offended, feeling betrayed. How the hell could Catherine do that to us? How? We were her team. Grissom would never have approved, never have done something like that to us. He would have told the Sherriff to fuck off is what he would have done. He would have said that we all had to know, or nobody did a damn thing. And he wouldn't have just gone along with the plan to avoid being fired or demoted. Bad at politics, but good at loyalty. I thought Catherine was good at both. Apparently fucking not.

And then, with the worst timing ever, she came into the locker room. I didn't even realize anyone was still here... shift had ended over an hour ago. I'd stayed to shower and change, then ended up sitting in front of my locker fuming about Catherine. Now I looked up and frowned at her. She looked expectant, nervous even, but there was no way I was going to start a conversation.

"You said if you had anything to say, you'd say it in private?" she asked, stopping about a foot away from me.

I gritted my teeth and squeezed my hands together, trying to relieve some of the tension. "That doesn't mean I have anything to say," I ground out.

"Oh please," she scoffed, the nervousness apparently exploding in a flash of irritation. "You? Not have anything to say?"

"All right," I said, trying to stay calm. "How could you do that to us, Catherine? We've been a team for seven years. Seven years, and you shattered any trust we had."

"I don't know why you're taking it so personally. I had to do it, I didn't have a choice. It wasn't because I don't trust you guys, I wasn't allowed to tell you. Not my decision."

I shot to my feet, hands balled into fists at my sides. "No choice? You were the acting supervisor for fuck's sake! Why didn't you speak up when they were formulating this ridiculous plan? Your mouth too full of Keppler's dick?" Oh shit. I don't think I meant to say that. I opened my mouth to take it back, but before I could, she reached up and slapped me clean across the face, my head snapping to the side with the force of it. "Fuck!" I cursed, a hand going to my stinging cheek, my eyes wild when I turned back to look at her. She looked smug, and I didn't like that.

I grabbed her and slammed her into the lockers, holding her there with my body, my hands forcing her wrists to either side of her head and pressing them hard into the slats of the metal.

"Ow," she breathed, but it was more of a soundless, jaw-dropping 'ow' than an actual statement or expression of real pain. Her smug look was gone, replaced with one of... fear? Anger? Excitement? I couldn't really tell. Didn't really care.

"Don't you ever fucking lay a hand on me again," I hissed, holding her wrists so hard against the locker that I knew the metal slats were leaving parallel marks across the backs of her hands.

"Sara," she said, and I could tell she was trying to sound angry, but her voice shook.

I did that to her, I made her falter like that, and it made me feel powerful, and that scared me. I wanted to let her go, but my fingers felt so good around her wrists, and she wasn't struggling. In fact, she seemed far too complacent for being slammed into a locker and held there. "I mean it Catherine, don't ever lay a hand on me again," I repeated slowly and deliberately, tightening my grip.

"Yeah, I get that," she exhaled, right into my face.

Her breath was sweet, subtly fruity, and I found myself wondering if she'd been chewing gum. "I hope you're happy," I spat bitterly. "You've fucked the team beyond repair."

It's like she wasn't even listening. Her eyes were glassy and she was staring up at me with an expression I still couldn't read. I was about to let her go and walk away when it hit me - that expression was the equivalent of a vocal whimper. She liked what I was doing. That pissed me off even more, but I still didn't let her go.

She clenched her hands into fists, but didn't fight against my hold. I think she was trying to alleviate the pressure on her carpal bones without seeming like she wanted me to let up. "Sara," she said again, and this time the whimper made it all the way to her voice, and her eyes lost their glassiness as she bit her lip and looked directly at me.

I'd always wanted to fuck her, and now it seemed that, ironically, at the moment I wanted nothing less, she seemed to want nothing more. That was so Catherine. "You like being roughed up?" I asked her, finally releasing her wrists and stepping away from her. "Then go find Keppler and ask him to shove you into some lockers. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to--"

I didn't get to finish my sentence before my back hit the lockers and Catherine's mouth was on mine. "I don't want to fuck Keppler," she growled. "Not tonight."

I shoved her away from me, wiping my mouth with the back of my arm. "I'm not gonna be your substitute." Jesus she tasted good. Good enough to make me re-think my last statement.

She stood, breathing heavily, taking a step closer to me again. "Everyone else is the substitute," she said in a voice so low I barely heard her.

"What did you say?" I asked angrily. "It is not fair for you to say that right now! Not after what you did."

"You don't have to forgive me to fuck me," she said, invading my personal space again. She undid her own pants and grabbed my hand, and I was too shocked to react even though I knew what she was going to do.

She pushed my hand into her pants, and as soon as my fingers touched her damp panties, I took over. She was so warm and inviting that I couldn't resist anymore. I'd fuck her, but I wouldn't forgive her... she was right about that. I shouldn't do it, not like this, but I knew I was going to anyway. How was I supposed to fight something I'd wanted for years? Consequences be damned - she wanted me to fuck her and that's what was going to happen.

I didn't particularly care to make it comfortable for her. I wanted to be inside her, and I moved her panties aside with my fingers, sinking two into her without preamble. I wouldn't hurt her, she was already wet for me.

The noise she made would have had anyone else melting, and the way she knocked her head backwards into the lockers. It just made me hotter. Madder. More determined to turn her into a begging, sweaty, disoriented mess on the floor by the time I was done with her.

She felt good around my fingers. Soft, pliant, slick with need for me. Gasping, her fingernails digging into my skin as she gripped my shoulders. I turned my head to bite her wrist as I pushed a third finger into her, and the red welts on the backs of her hands, blaring against the smooth ivory of her skin, made me shiver. They looked beautiful... paradoxical... their parallel orientation signalling order despite the chaos that the situation was made of.

"Sara," she whimpered, her eyes closing, hands stroking up and down my back now, and I could tell this meant more to her than it did to me.

Maybe later, when I'd thought about it, calmed down, had time to forgive her... maybe then it would be more to me than stress relief. I growled, pushing into her harder, faster, taking my frustration out on the willing woman in front of me. Never getting to the point where I might hurt her - even as angry as I was, I knew I didn't want that. But right now, I did want her to need me. It would be a welcome change.

I slowly withdrew my fingers, and stopped, holding them still right before I was about to push in again. It had the intended effect - Catherine's eyes flew open wide and she gasped, pressing her hips down, trying to force my fingers back inside. At the same time trying to figure out why I stopped. "Sara what," she panted, shaking her head, blonde curls tumbling over her shoulders. "Please..."

I grinned, and I know it wasn't one of my more charming grins, but it conveyed my intent. "Did you want something, Catherine?"

That drew another whimper from her and her eyes were pleading with me as she started to beg. She was so good, so quick to realize what I wanted from her. "Sara please fuck me, I need you to make me come, I've waited so long to feel you..."

"You're gonna have to do better than that," I said, teasing one fingertip around her opening and flicking my thumb with featherlight force across her clit, loving the way she twitched beneath my hand. And then I didn't even hear what she said next because I realized what she'd just said - she's waited so long to feel me? How long? "Stop," I said, halting her pleas, and put my lips to her ear. "How long?"

She shuddered, and I could feel it go through her whole body, as she tilted her head to offer me more access. "A long time," she confessed, writhing against me, desperate to have me back inside her.

"How bad do you want me?" I hissed, pushing in slightly and pulling back out, frowning now at her needy whine. I was suddenly even angrier. She had wanted me for a long time and waited until now to say something?

"Really fucking badly, Sara," she breathed, a light sheen of sweat starting to become apparent along her hairline.

"Then you should have said so before you lost any trust and respect I might have had for you," I said, pulling my hand away completely and striding out of the locker room before she had a chance to try and stop me.

Fin