Title: Straight Through the Heart
Author: Nikki/YumeAria
Disclaimer: Disclaimers aren't really necessary you know... since we all know I don't own it.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sara and Catherine play a bit after work... a little odd and fetishy, but hopefully good.
Author's Note: Probably not the best time to post it... I swear it's... well, not fluff, but happy. Stick it out. It's odd... but please stick it out. It's not as it seems at first. Oh. This is my first time writing any CSI fanfiction, and I'm actually a Sara/Grissom fan... but I'm a lesbian, and Cath/Sara is just so... guh.

Sara finished filing the evidence and grabbed her purse. It'd been a long shift... a double shift actually, and she was exhausted. She went outside to her car and stuck her things in her trunk. When she turned around she nearly screamed.

"Cath, what the hell are you doing?" asked Sara quivering in fear.

Catherine smiled, and touched the gunpoint to Sara's chest. "Playing."

Sara trembled, and gasped for breath unable to breathe. "Honey, can't we talk about this? I didn't even know you were mad..."

"Get in the car Sara," said Catherine laughing, and still grinning.

Sara slid into the passenger seat, afraid for her life, and convinced Catherine had gone completely insane.

Catherine slid in beside her. "Your place or mine?"

"Why don't we just talk for a bit? You really shouldn't be mad at me. I don't know what I did... Is it because I leave the cap off the toothpaste? I can change. Really. I'll even eat your meaty spaghetti, I swear!"

Catherine laughed again. "My place then." She started driving.

Sara started shaking violently. She needed to reason with her, but Catherine seemed to have lost it completely. She stayed quiet the entire ride, trying to keep from upsetting Catherine any further.

Catherine undid her buckle and got out. "Get out of the car Sara, and go into the house."

Sara did as she was told. Catherine locked the door and turned to Sara and tenderly touched their lips together, delighting in the unique feel of lipstick smearing with lipstick. She licked Sara's lips asking for entrance.

"Cath?" Sara questioned breathless, and terribly confused.

Catherine kissed the side of her neck gently, and then nipped at it once, making Sara jump. She pulled the gun up and pointed it at her. "Get in bed."

Sara bit her lip and nodded terrified. This was definitely some way to go. She lay down on the bed, still feeling the gunpoint against her body.

Catherine smiled a sadistic smile. She rubbed the barrel of the gun up and down the side of Sara's face. "Want to know how much I love you?" asked Catherine.

"How much?" gasped Sara, as she felt the point of the gun nudge against the crotch of her pants.

"So much, I want to die with you," said Catherine. With that she aimed right between Sara's eyes, and fired.

Sara screamed and screamed. Then she stopped screaming and opened her eyes hearing Catherine laughing. "What?" She was really confused now.

"They're blanks dear," said Catherine with a grin.

Realization dawned on Sara. Then she laughed quietly.

"Silly Sara." Catherine leaned down wrapping an arm around Sara's waist, slipping her tongue between her lips. She rubbed the gun in between Sara's breasts, playfully, while enjoying the cool slick taste of her mouth.

"Cath, if I hadn't been terrified for my life, that would've been... amazing," said Sara. She smiled and kissed along Catherine's jaw line to the back of her neck, causing Catherine to make soft feminine noises in pleasure. Catherine sounded rather feline, as almost purring noises escaped her lips and tickled Sara's neck.

Catherine sucked gently on Sara's neck and up to her ear, and gave her earlobe a playful nibble before sliding the gun back at the crotch of Sara's pants.

"You're definitely packing," said Sara with a snicker and then a gasp as Catherine nudged her with the gun.

Catherine slid her hands up Sara's shirt and fired the pistol between Sara's breasts, eliciting a barely audible moan from her.

"Let me?" asked Sara. She took the gun, and aimed at Catherine's crotch and fired.

"Straight to the point aren't you?" asked Catherine. She pushed Sara into the bed and kissed her a bit roughly, not minding the clacking of teeth together as she tugged Sara's shirt upwards. Catherine bit playfully on Sara's lower lip before sliding Sara's shirt all of the way off.

Sara shivered as she felt the cold metal of the gun rub against her now bare skin. It was oddly arousing to be doing such intimate acts with such a deadly weapon.

Catherine unclasped Sara's bra as she kissed her collarbone. She nipped at Sara's neck and slid the bra off. She tenderly sucked on Sara's neck.

Catherine smirked and sucked on Sara's nipple, occasionally grazing her teeth over it playfully, but not so much that it would hurt. She flicked her tongue over, and placed delicate kissed.

She put the gun to the other nipple and moved it around, so that the metal mimicked the caress of Catherine's mouth. Sara ran her fingers through Catherine's soft hair and clung to her trying not to let the delicate sounds of pleasure escape her lips. Catherine fired the gun, making Sara make mewing noises of delight.

"Enjoying this?" asked Catherine in a slightly husky murmur.

"Definitely," replied Sara. She tugged off Catherine's shirt and cupped her breasts, rubbing them playfully. She flicked one of Catherine's nipples with her tongue, and applied a gently suction to it, making Catherine arch into her.

Catherine slid her thigh between Sara's legs and rubbed against her crotch making Sara gasp, and squirm, trying to get Catherine to touch her more.

Catherine seductively ran her finger along the waistband of Sara's jeans making Sara's hands eagerly jump to unbutton and unzip them. Catherine smiled mischievously, and started to very leisurely pull Sara's pants down, moving them down centimeter by centimeter. She left a trail of kisses following the waistband of the jeans over her Sara's thighs, her glorious long legs. Catherine finally had completely off, and Sara whimpering. She tossed the jeans aside.

"Catherine, please," said Sara quietly.

Catherine leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly. She then turned her attention back to Sara's panties. She slid the gun along the edges of Sara's white lacy panties, occasionally dipping it under the fabric and closer to Sara's nether regions. Sara moaned and tried to squirm closer.

Peals of laughter tumbled from Catherine's mouth. "Needy tonight aren't you?"

"Very needy, and it's your fault," complained Sara.

Smiling, Catherine traced circular patterns with the gun over Sara's underwear, making Sara arch upwards. Catherine took hold of the sides of Sara's underwear, and tugged down, and off.

She lowered her mouth, and hovered, just letting Sara feel her hot breath over her nether lips.

"Please Cath?" begged Sara. After not getting her plea answered she raised her hips up trying to meet Catherine's mouth. Catherine moved her head upwards too, delaying any contact.

"Cath, stop teasing!"

"Teasing is the fun part," said Catherine. Sara trembled at the feel of Catherine's words on her nether region.

Catherine licked her lips then tenderly kissed Sara's nether lips once. She lazily circled Sara's clitoris. Sara gasped.

"Cath, faster please," she begged squirming beneath Catherine.

Catherine lifted her head up, and looked admiringly at her. Sara blushed. Catherine knelt, knees on either side of Sara's waist, and put the hilt of the gun to her own crotch. She leaned forward, the gun tip grazing Sara's lips.

"Care to suck me?" asked Catherine playfully.

Sara blushed, and hesitantly licked the gun barrel. Catherine laughed at the reluctance, and stuck the gun barrel into her own mouth. She raised her eyebrows, and then pulled it out with a slight pop. She lay down between Sara's thighs.

Sara sighed and closed her eyes feeling the darting of Catherine's tongue against her. She felt something decidedly cold slip between her nether lips. She looked down, and saw Catherine slide the gun inside her. Sara bit her lip and moaned in pleasure.

Catherine started stroking Sara's clitoris in faster circles with her tongue. She thrust the gun in and out slowly.

"Cath, harder please," Sara begged, moving her hips, trying to gain purchase on the gun.

Catherine quickened the pace and increased the depth as well as strength. Sara felt the exquisite tug. She moaned and ran her fingers through Catherine's hair.

Sara arched herself into Catherine, desperately wanting more, the gun sliding deep and hard within her. She teetered on the molten edge of orgasm.

She clenched her hands in Catherine's hair as she felt the gunpoint hit the deliciously sensitive spot within her. She tensed, Catherine's tongue coaxing the sweet bliss from her, pouring out like honey. Her breathing came in quick gasps as she moaned Catherine's name.

Catherine tossed the gun aside, and kissed Sara's lips, the taste of sex still hot on their mouths.

"Catherine, you're amazing, you know that?" said Sara curling up into Catherine's warm arms.

"I know."