Title: Favorite Flavors
Author: Ann
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Fandoms: CSI
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Note: Special Thanks to mrswoman for the beta.
Summary: Sofia finally calls Sara on the way she's always watching the detective.

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"The suspect was reported to have argued with the deceased over a half gallon of Rocky Road ice cream. He allegedly pulled out a handgun and shot the woman. The witnesses say he reached into the freezer, grabbed the ice cream, and placed it in his basket. He just walked out of the store, wheeling the basket to his car. No one tried to stop him."

Sofia leaned against the glass of the freezer units, filling Grissom and Sara in on the specifics of the case. She'd arrived on the scene only five minutes before the CSIs but had managed to get the basics of what had occurred approximately twenty minutes earlier.

Grissom pointed to a set of freezers. "Are those the doors he touched?"

Sofia pushed away from the cool surface adjacent to where Grissom was pointing. "Yes. He apparently grabbed the handle as well."

"Okay, Sara, dust the doors and handle first, then check the body. I'm going to see if there are any surveillance cameras that may have picked up the suspect in the parking lot."

The CSI nodded to her superior as he walked away. She shrugged at Sofia and moved to the doors, placing her kit on the floor and kneeling next to it. Sofia watched Grissom leave and smiled. This was the perfect opportunity to talk to Sara.

Sofia knew Sara had been secretly watching her at the different crime scenes they'd worked together, but she also knew that Sara was sleeping with her boss. To top it all off, Sofia was absolutely positive Sara didn't have a clue that she knew about the affair or the CSI's, not so clandestine, ogling.

The detective walked closer to the kneeling investigator, noting that Sara immediately zoomed in on her legs as she drew near. "Hey, Sara? What kind of ice cream do you like?"

"Huh?"

Sofia pointed to the cartons, lining the shelves. "Ice cream; what's your favorite flavor?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Sara unscrewed the lid of the fingerprint powder.

"I was just curious. It seems to me that you're the sort to get tired of plain ol' vanilla." Sofia smirked when Sara fumbled the container, almost spilling the contents on the floor.

Sara placed the lid on the top of her kit and picked up her brush, trying to keep a steady hand. "What makes you think vanilla is my favorite?"

Sofia tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. Sara looked up at the detective and frowned.

"What?"

Sofia ignored the question. "I'd think you'd grow tired of the dull and boring and want to try something more exotic, something different, something with a little more . . . taste."

Sofia ran her tongue over her lips at her last word, and Sara zoomed in on the appendage, following the slow and deliberate movement across the detective's soft upper lip. Sofia could have sworn she saw Sara shiver, and with the freezer door still closed, she was certain it wasn't because of the coolness escaping the ice cream compartment.

Neither woman noticed Grissom's return, his focus on the ice cream. "Than what? Vanilla? I like vanilla." Grissom stepped next to Sofia and nodded towards the cartons and cartons of his preferred flavor.

Sofia chuckled and looked directly at Sara. "If that's what you're resigned to." She hesitated briefly before turning to address Grissom. "Did you find any cameras?"

By shift's end, and after identifying thirty different sets of prints, an arrest was finally made. Sofia had knocked on the apartment door, expecting the suspect to resist arrest, but he simply opened the door and walked back inside. The two officers accompanying Sofia shrugged and followed him into the apartment. The trio found the man at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of Rocky Road ice cream.

Sofia sighed as she walked from the precinct and headed for her car, her mind going back to earlier in the evening and, specifically, her conversation with Sara. Damn Grissom and his timing. The detective shook her head and climbed into her car; she'd just have to wait for the next opportunity to present itself. Two blocks from the precinct, it did.

There, in the parking lot of the diner the local law enforcement frequented, was Sara's car. Sofia hesitated before turning in, not sure if she was up to seeing the CSI with Grissom. Deciding that she could always get a coffee to go, the detective made an abrupt turn, parking next to the entrance.

Sofia kept her sunglasses in place, surveying the booths for the investigator, and she smiled when she noted Sara sitting alone in a corner booth, reading a book. The detective removed her glasses and hooked them on the top button of her shirt, placing the arm of the glasses inside her blouse and leaving the sunglasses on the outside. With as much confidence as she could muster, Sofia walked towards the unsuspecting CSI.

Sara noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and glanced up to see Sofia strutting towards her, a cocky smile plastered on her face. The CSI swallowed nervously at the other woman's approach, knowing she was about to be cornered with nowhere to go, and truth be told, Sara was scared shitless. She wanted Sofia so badly, but she knew she could never give in to her urges, afraid that the detective would use her and cast her aside.

"Is this seat taken?" Sofia slid across from Sara, not waiting for an answer.

"Um, no, but I was just leaving."

Sofia looked across at the filled to the brim cup. "So, you're not going to drink your coffee?"

Sara glanced down at her first cup; the diner had the best coffee around, outside of Greg's special brew. "Well, after I finish this cup."

"Then you won't mind if I join you, right?" Sofia motioned to the waitress and gestured at Sara's cup, indicating for the woman to bring her some coffee as well.

Sofia then picked up where she'd left off earlier in the supermarket. "Black? You drink your coffee black?"

"Yes, is there something wrong with that?"

"No cream or sugar? Just bland, blah coffee?"

Sara didn't respond, but that didn't stop Sofia from adding more innuendo. "Have you ever had cream?"

"What?" Sara's head popped up; this time, she knew exactly where Sofia was going with her questions.

"Cream? Have you ever tasted it?" Sofia tilted her head in question.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I have." Sara was beyond pissed off now. How dare Sofia question her sexual experiences?

Sofia wasn't fazed in the least. "Did you like it?"

The waitress placed Sofia's cup down, interrupting their volley of words. "Would you like some cream with your coffee, Detective?"

Sofia smirked. "Why, yes, I would. Thanks." The waitress placed the small container on the table and smiled as she walked away.

"Would you like a bit of cream, Sara?"

"Um, no, thank you. I like my coffee black."

"Oh, what a shame; it adds a wonderful flavor to the coffee. Did you know there were flavored creams? Personally, I like Hazelnut. I wonder what your favorite flavor would be." Sofia slowly poured the white mixture into her cup.

Sofia took a sip and sighed in contentment. "Hmm, that hits the spot. You don't know what you're missing, or perhaps you do. Perhaps you're afraid to venture away from the mundane taste you've grown accustomed to."

Sara stared down at her cup. Everything Sofia had said was true. She was stuck in a rut and didn't know how to get out. Since Sofia had come back to Vegas, Sara was awestruck every time she worked with the detective. Her mannerisms, her facial expressions, that little tilt of her head, and that amazing hard body had captivated Sara and kept her off balance. Sofia was way out of her league.

Sensing Sara's turmoil, Sofia reached across the table and took Sara's hand. The CSI started at the touch.

"Hey, calm down, Sara. I just wanted to let you know that if you ever decide that you want to step out of the hole you've dug, I'd be more than happy to be the one to reacquaint you with all the things you've been missing. You deserve to experience all the flavors of the world, Sara, not just the acceptable ones."

Tears filled Sara's eyes, and she looked over at the other woman. "I can't, Sofia. I just can't." Standing, she fled to the restrooms.

Sofia ran her hand through her hair in frustration. She'd almost had her; she'd almost saved Sara from a boring existence. Throwing some bills on the table, Sofia turned to leave, but just as she reached the door, she stopped and stared through the glass. Pivoting on her heel, she strode towards the restrooms, increasing her stride with each step until she stood outside the door. Reaching for the knob, she opened the door and stepped inside.

Sara was leaning over the sink, washing her face with handfuls of water. Sofia quietly turned the lock on the door and shut it. With the sound of the tap running, Sara didn't notice that someone else had entered the room. She shut off the water and reached for a towel to pat her face dry. When she turned towards the door, she caught her first glimpse of Sofia. The detective was leaning against the door with her arms folded over her chest.

"Sofia, what are you doing here?"

Sofia didn't answer; she just stared at Sara as if she were making a decision of some sort. When Sara opened her mouth to question the detective further, Sofia made her move, crossing the room in three steps and shoving Sara against the wall.

"I've seen you watch me, Sara. I know you want me, and I want you, too. And, I'm going to have you, do you understand?"

"Sof . . . mmmph." Sara's words were cut off by Sofia's mouth. The detective placed one hand on Sara's hip and the other on the side of her face as she slid her tongue smoothly into the other woman's mouth. She molded her body into Sara's, pushing the CSI flush against the wall until Sara finally quit fighting and returned the kiss with gusto, sucking greedily on the invading tongue.

Sofia pushed her leg roughly against Sara's, and the brunette took a step to the side, allowing Sofia to insinuate her leg between her own. Soon, Sara was riding the strong thigh and moaning into Sofia's mouth. A knock on the door brought the frantic joining to an abrupt halt. Sofia released the sweet lips, but held on tightly to Sara who was still undulating up and down on the muscular leg.

"Sara, Sara. It's okay, slow down, slow down. Now. There's someone at the door. We need to take this someplace else, okay?"

Sara hung onto the detective's shoulders and groaned pitifully. She was so close; she didn't want to stop. Another knock on the door elicited another moan, but Sara slowed her hips until they finally came to a stop. Sofia eased her leg out from between Sara's.

"You okay?"

Sara laid her head on Sofia's shoulder, panting heavily. "Not really."

Sofia laughed. "Well, you will be soon. Let's leave your car here and ride in mine. We can go to my place. No one will disturb us there."

Sara's silence worried the detective. She was sure that Sara had changed her mind.

"Sofia?"

"Yes?"

"Sweet cream."

Sofia pulled back and looked at the grinning investigator. "What?"

"My favorite ice cream flavor is sweet cream."

Sofia chuckled and pulled Sara towards the door. Flinging it open, she tugged a laughing Sara out the door and to her car.

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