Title: They told me at the blood bank this might happen
Author: twisted_badger
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Fandom: CSI
Rating: NC - 17 perhaps.
Challenge: Top 32 Excuses For Sleeping on the Job
Spoilers: none
Word count: 376 words. just to break suit. not sure about this one but... meh.
Summary: Sara and Catherine POV

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They told me at the blood bank this might happen
I might feel a little dizzy.
A little sleepy.
I didn’t feel sleepy now as Catherine was pressed against me.
As I fumbled to make sure the door was closed when she didn’t seem to care.
Sara didn’t think it was the blood that was making her dizzy now.
Maybe the exhilaration .
Or adrenalin shooting in her veins.
But not the lack of blood.
Catherine smiled against Sara’s lips.
She knew Sara was worried someone would come in.
No one would.
You knew that.
But you thought it was cute she still worried.
It wasn’t for her.
It was for you.
God forbid someone find out you were fucking a subordinate.
You rubbed your hand around her back and across her stomach.
Up to her chest, still presser against her hard, grinding and kissing her.
You smile again as you feel her twitch, feel her stomach contract.
You don’t think you ever stopped smiling really.
Sara pressed harder into Catherine, she wanted more than she was prepared to get against a door in Catherine’s office.
But her resolve was melting fast.
Catherine’s hand went further and further down, and Sara’s body began to beat for her.
Sara didn’t care they were at work, she didn’t care anyone could walk in.
Even if Catherine knew they wouldn’t.
She only cared she couldn’t see more of Catherine.
But that began to matter less and less as Catherine found the rhythm Sara was beating to perfectly and began to bring her closer and closer to where she now wanted to be.
Catherine bit down on Sara’s lip as she felt her knees go weak, knowing she was almost there.
Catherine wanted to make her scream.
Wanted everyone to know.
Always had.
That she was fucking her subordinate.
Ad she knew the closer Sara got.
The more she wanted it too.
Sara ground herself harder against Catherine’s hand. Wanting it harder, faster than Catherine was giving it too her.
Catherine was doing it on purpose and Sara knew.
“You’re my everything Sara”
“It’s all I want to be Catherine.”
Sara whispered in her ear, regulating her breath but still losing the end of her name in a silent moan.

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