Title: Spanking
By: lexus-grey
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/Twilight
Pairing: Catherine Willows/Rosalie Hale
Rating: NC-17
Written for: 50kinkyways
Prompt: 03. Spanking
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or Twilight or the characters. Not making any money off of this, no copyright infringement intended.

Naturally, I threw myself into work for the next few days, trying desperately to forget about my conversation with Rosalie. Of course it was impossible, and I was kicking myself extra hard when we closed the case and it turned out she hadn't been involved. There was no way I could forget it now. I felt like an asshole, hell I had *been* an asshole, and I wanted to at least apologize to her before she and her family went back to Washington.

Edward answered the door again, and I withered under his penetrating stare. He was not happy to see me. "You're alone."

I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and nodded with a shrug. "I'm not here on business."

"She doesn't want to see you," he said quickly. He narrowed his eyes at me, leaning in as if he were going to... I don't even know what. "It takes a lot for Rose to be interested in someone."

Even though his commanding presence scared me, I couldn't help but think it was sweet, how protective he was being of his sister. "I came to apologize."

"I know you did, and I know you're sorry, but that won't be enough for Rose."

I furrowed my brows, trying to look around him to see if I could see her.

"She's not here," he said darkly. "She went home already."

Panic attacked my chest, and I looked at Edward with wide eyes. "To Washington?"

"Yes."

I felt the stupid urge to cry out of frustration, and looked pleadingly at him as if he could fix things with a snap of his fingers. "What can I do?"

He stared at me in silence, and I got the impression he was trying to get a better read on me, before he spoke. "You accused her of being a whore."

"No I didn't!" I protested, my mouth dropping open in shock, but as I stood there and looked at him, the sinking realization dawned on me that it was exactly what I had done. Not in so many words, but I had assumed she was offering herself in exchange for something, and wasn't that prostitution? "Oh God, I did," I whispered, leaning against the hallway wall. "Did she really already go home, or are you just trying to protect her?"

His eyes flashed. "You do make many accusations," he said in a low voice. "She already went home, like I said. If you want to apologize to her, you'll have to do better than this."

And the door closed in my face, leaving me standing in the hall, torn between letting it go and flying to Washington to try to make things right. I knew I was going, even before I started to think about it.

--

Luckily the rental car had a GPS, or I never would have found their house. Apparently Dr. Cullen had taken Rosalie home before everyone else, because she had wanted to leave as soon as she was cleared. He told me this even as he allowed me into the house, seeming much less angry with me than Edward had been. Or maybe he was just better at hiding it. Although I have to say, the fact that I flew all the way up here should have alerted him that I really did regret what had happened. "Up the stairs, third room on the left, and I'll be leaving now."

I could tell by the way he said it that he was leaving because he didn't want to be there, not because he had somewhere else to be. I swallowed hard and nodded as he left, climbing the stairs with a racing pulse.

She appeared in the upstairs hallway just as I got to the top of the stairs, her eyes flashing gold. "Edward should have told you not to bother." Her voice was icy, smooth, with none of the husky sensuality I'd heard over the phone.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, forcing myself not to look away.

"Why?"

"Because I shouldn't have said what I said."

"You came all the way here in the blinding rain just to tell me something I already know?" she asked bitterly, taking a step toward me.

I had barely noticed the rain, I was focused so hard on following the directions spewed at me from the GPS. And when my thoughts weren't on right or left turns, they were on Rosalie. Not the weather. "I didn't mean to imply what it seemed I was implying," I tried again. No better results.

"As thrilling as that is, I have better things to do than listen to you read from a standard book of apologies."

"I didn't think there was any way someone like you would be interested in me, especially after you'd just told me two days before that you fuck your foster brother!" I was going on instinct now, not pre-planned words, and I think that's what Rosalie wanted.

"So your low self-esteem led you to attack mine. How lovely." But her voice held less venom.

This time I took a step toward her. "That's not what I meant and you know it," I said, starting to get frustrated that she wouldn't accept my apology.

"I am not a whore!" She raised her voice to me slightly for the first time, and the way she said it left me with no doubt that this was an old wound re-opened, not a fresh one created by my words. I had reinforced what someone had already said to her in the past.

"I never thought you were. I'm sorry, Rosalie, all right? Please?"

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because I flew three states just to tell you?"

"Not good enough."

That's what Edward had warned me. That an apology wouldn't be good enough. "What would be good enough?" Did I really want to know? The frantic beating of my heart said no, but the inexplicable feelings I had toward Rosalie said yes. I think I would have done just about anything at this point to have her forgive me. I don't know why it was so important to me, but it was.

"You'll have to take penance."

My eyebrows raised before I could stop them. "How?"

"Are you willing?" She seemed surprised.

"Yes. How can I show you penance?"

"You're willing, without even knowing what I would have you do."

"Yes."

"Come into my room."

She turned and walked back into her room, and I followed, a huge weight off my shoulders that she was even entertaining the idea of forgiving me. Of course, I had no idea what she expected of me in return, but I was pretty sure I could do whatever it was. However, my stomach dropped as she sat on the edge of her bed and flexed her hands, cracking her knuckles in the process, and pinned me with a predatory gaze.

"Come here." She pointed at the floor beside her.

I walked over without hesitation, though my insides were now doing flips. It seemed like she was going to--

"Undo your pants."

Oh God, she was. I foundered a bit, stammering about nothing as my cheeks flushed, my hands trying to do as she asked but failing. Not wanting her to think I was saying no, I reached down and grabbed her wrist, the coolness of her skin not making as much of an impression as it did the first time I touched her back at PD, and brought her hand to the button of my pants.

She had seen me trying, I think, because she simply popped the button free and lowered the zipper, then placed her hands back in her lap. She didn't say anything right away, and when I didn't either, she raised an eyebrow at me. "Well?" Her eyes going from me to her lap.

I was practically hyperventilating now as I eyed her lap. She expected me to take an active part in this? I almost refused, but the way I felt when she hung up on me resurfaced, and I hurriedly pushed my pants over my hips and bent across her lap. I felt ridiculous, and about five years old, and I wondered what this was supposed to accomplish.

Before I had time to really adjust to the position I found myself in, she pulled down my underwear and started to spank me.

The first few swats just had me blushing harder than I could ever remember. Her hand wasn't as cold as before, and I wondered whether it was because of the impact against my ass. My naked, exposed, vulnerable ass, that was heating up now by the second.

After five minutes or so, she *spanked* me. I mean full on, punishment spanking. I gasped and squirmed and kicked in an attempt to get off her lap, but that just made her spank me harder. Her palm connected solidly with my stinging backside over and over, a steady rhythm that showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.

I was throbbing and aching, in a great deal of pain, regretting my words to her about dropping the case on a whole new level now. Tears were streaming from my eyes in hot trails down my cheeks, and I had stopped yelling and struggling, just taking it now. I don't think I had ever been more sorry about something in my life. The way she had chosen to punish me was perfect, though I wouldn't admit that to her for a long time, if ever.

She stopped as abruptly as she'd started, and sat motionlessly with me over her lap for several long seconds before speaking. "I believe you now."

I felt incredibly relieved at hearing that, especially after taking such a blazing punishment. I was still crying, unable to respond vocally, but I reached one of my hands back to rest on her hip, hoping she could tell how much that meant to me. She was an enigma, and I was hooked, glad that I hadn't completely fucked things up beyond repair. My ass was in stark disagreement with my brain, but I really didn't care. It was worth the pain and embarrassment of being spanked to get another chance with Rosalie.