Title: Holiday Snaps
By: lewis771750
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Start with 'Is that a beaver?'
Spoilers: None
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.
Words: 381

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"Is that a beaver?" Sara asked excitedly. I couldn't help grinning in response. Lindsey, Sara and I were in Canada on holiday together, we'd farmed Lindsey off to the crèche for the day, to have some 'grown up' time together. I'd expected a day of mad sex, screaming her name into the pillows to try and muffle the sound, and here we were on a nature hike. Sara was trying out her new camera, one that I was sure she was going to try and get Grissom to buy for the lab, but however beautiful she looked as she was taking photos I could see that look at work, I was hoping for something more intimate, a better memory to take back to Las Vegas and work with me in three days time.

As if she could sense my frustration Sara turned to me and smiled. She caught my hand in hers and drew it first to her lips, kissing it gently, and then down onto her breast. As I started to knead her breast Sara's inhaled sharply, obviously turned on by this stimulation. I was surprised, although Sara was as much of a wildcat in bed as I was, I was the exhibitionist here, the one used to flaunting myself, Sara was very sensitive to public displays of affection, let along being touched like this.

"I promise it will be worth it." She said, still smiling, and just starting to pant a little under my caress. Holding my hand to her she led me off the path a little, round a rocky outcrop. As we rounded this outcrop I could feel her moving her hands, but I was shocked as she slipped out of her blouse, leaving me holding it to one breast as she stood otherwise topless before me. My hand released the blouse, at least partly from shock rather than any conscious activity. She thrust her breasts out at me and I reached for them in delight when suddenly my hands were full of something cold and angular – the camera.

"You always said you wanted photos of me," she said huskily. "Well here's your chance. You, me, the great outdoors and a digital camera. I'm all yours, do with me what you want. Anything for you my love."

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