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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written as part of the Cold Snap: Winter '08 Porn Battle. Spoilers from "For Warrick."
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
"Don't say anything," the older woman pleaded. "Just Just go."
"I'm not going anywhere," Sara whispered hotly in Catherine's ear, snaking an arm around her waist and fiddling with the hem of her blouse.
They were the only ones in the locker room; Warrick's family and friends were mostly still gathered in town for the wake wanting to spend time with one another rather than be alone. Grissom, Nick and the rest of the team were still front and center, still unable to believe and were out with those who knew their fallen comrade the best.
"I can't do this, Sara," Catherine held back sobs. "I don't think I can do this."
"I know," Sara responded, her hand inching up warm skin beneath her fingertips. "Let me help you." Without another word, one of Sara's hands wandered upwards and cupped Catherine's breast. Catherine moaned into the touch, pushing her back against Sara wanting more.
"Sara," Catherine closed her eyes, rolled her head back a bit as both of Sara's hands now worked her breasts. Every so often the brunette would tease a nipple, roll it between nimble fingers and quickly release it.
"Don't say anything," Sara repeated the blonde's own words. Catherine heeded the tone, closed her eyes and sighed as Sara's right hand made its way to the waistband of her slacks. She quickly undid the button and slipped inside, making her way through soft curls to cup her. Catherine was at her breaking point, she wanted to turn around, take Sara by the neck and kiss her senseless, but she knew the other girl would never let her do that. Not now, not after everything they'd been through since Sara left Vegas.
Catherine groaned as Sara's index finger grazed her clit, she felt her walls breaking. Sara wrapped her left arm around Catherine's frame, holding her in place as she began tracing circles slowly around the swollen bud. The blonde was slick, wet from the teasing and Sara could tell it wouldn't take much to bring her to release. She increased the speed, pulling her finger away every so often leaving the older woman wanting.
Sara could feel Catherine's chest heaving, she moaned every so often as Sara's finger slipped down to run alongside her folds. She desperately wanted Sara inside her, but she bit down on her bottom lip and stayed as quiet as possible.
"Come for me," Sara whispered hotly. "Let it all out." Sara merely nodded, giving in to Catherine's demand. She picked up the pace, using two fingers to trace Catherine's clit until her body began to quiver and her panting increased. Catherine was close; Sara could feel it, and every so often she nipped at the blonde's clit eliciting a guttural moan from Catherine. Eventually, Catherine's frame fell against Sara and the taller girl wrapped both arms around the blonde to hold her upright.
"I thought I was the one who was supposed to make you feel," Catherine said through sobs. Her release had come in more ways than one.
"I thought so, too," Sara sad sadly before pulling away and leaving Catherine to grieve alone.
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