Title: The Bruise
By: lewis771750
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Challenge: Colours
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, Jerry and the people at CBS would never be quite this twisted:) But it is all just for fun, honest.
Spoilers: Play With Fire
Words: 261

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I just couldn’t stop myself. I knew Sara hated this, hated me touching it, but the bruise on her back after the explosion kept drawing me back to it.

Part of it was guilt. We all knew that it could have happened to any of us, but I was the one that had left the solution in the fume hood rather than in the evidence locker. I was the one that had actually put the thing that exploded in there.

Part of it was enjoying the play of her muscles, the feel of her skin under my fingers. It was all still new to me and I couldn’t get enough of touching her. Touching her there, tenderly, was part of that.

Part of it was that she let me. Lindsey was rightly protective about being touched on bruises. Sara didn’t like it either, but she loved the touch of my fingers on her skin nearly as much as she loved the touch of my lips against hers, or against her skin. She didn’t really fight that contact.

Whatever the reasons, and I am sure there are more than those I’ve identified, I took perverse pleasure in tracing the outlines of the different colours around the bruise, across her back. The pleasure I took watching her skin react to my touch and her muscles twitch from the stimulus of my nails against her wasn’t so perverse; it relaxed me. It made me believe that someone had really forgiven me for my mistake. Perhaps my love forgiving me would help me forgive myself.

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