Title: Sweat and Silk
Author: peridot_lines
Author’s Email: peridotlines@gmail.com
Rating: M
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Summary: They just needed someplace quiet tha didn't smell like sweat.

Disclaimer: "CSI: Crime Scene Investigators," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis, and CBS Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "CSI: Crime Scene Investigators," CBS, or any representatives of the actors.

Author’s Notes: This was a birthday fic for [info]velocityofsound. She gave me the ok to share it, so... here it is.

Beta: Thanks to [info]princessklutz04 & [info]ardvari for the preliminary read through. And a big thanks to [info]d_dangerlove for performing the services of master beta.

"Remind me again why we're going down here?" Sofia said, letting her gaze drift over Sara's lithe form as she followed her down the stairs to the basement.

"I just need someplace quiet that doesn't smell like sweat." Sara swiped at her forehead, cursing the lab's air conditioning for going down in the middle of another record breaking heatwave. Every time she looked at Sofia, she was reminded that it had been almost two weeks since she had seen her outside of the lab. Sofia's shirt clung to her like a second skin, making it painfully obvious she had neglected to wear a bra. It had been enough to make Sara put aside any past apprehensions and jump at the first chance for some uninterrupted time alone.

"And the old supply closet-?" Sofia said.

"Has the couch that used to be in the break room." Sara let her thoughts wander back to the last time she and Sofia had been on a couch, their bodies pressed tightly together in the heat of passion. "And we get a little time alone, even if it's at work." She reached back to take Sofia's hand, pulling her closer.

Sofia stared down at their linked hands for a moment, both mystified and comforted by the small gesture. It felt like it had been forever since Sara had touched her, and even the gentle clasp of their hands sent a small shiver of anticipation down her spine.

When they finally reached the door, it took several hard shoves before it swung open, catching Sara by surprise and sending her lurching forward. She reached out blindly, only to find herself in the safety of Sofia's arms. Sara's gaze met Sofia's before she moved into the small room.

With a flick of the switch, half of the old fluorescent bulbs flickered on in a persistent throb of light. "Ugh," Sofia said, shielding her eyes from the flashing glare. "Five minutes with that and I'll be working my way towards a migraine."

"Then I'll make it better." Sara gave Sofia's hand a quick, reassuring squeeze before she turned back to lock the door.

Sofia moved toward the couch, stopping when she heard the click of the lock. She could feel her heartbeat begin to pick up, suddenly wondering if Sara might have more planned than just preparing for court.

"So we won't be bothered," she said, giving Sofia a wink. "We have... important work to do."

Sara took Sofia's hand again as she dropped down to the couch, the accidental slide of her body against Sofia's was a pleasant sensation, making Sara realize just how long they had been apart. Her heart tightened as she thought back to the last time they had been together, when that rush of words had passed through Sofia's lips, a slip in the heat of the moment. Sara's gasps of pleasure had momentarily stuttered to a halt before Sofia brought her to orgasm. They collapsed silently beside each other, and Sara's mind had raced for a response, unable to get the words past the lump in her throat.

Sara massaged her temples for a moment, hoping the cool air would clear her head and ease some of the longing ache. Instead, Sofia's close proximity only served to make it worse. Finally, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she relaxed back into the cushions, still aware of the pressure of Sofia's thigh next to her own.

Sensing Sara's tension, Sofia reaching out and took the file from Sara's hands. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, you know this," she said, threading her fingers with Sara's, knowing it was more than her upcoming testimony that was bothering her.

"The trial is starting next week and Simmons can be a tough judge to deal with, not to mention I never know what they'll throw at me on cross," Sara said. "I just needed to focus on something else for a little while..."

Sofia gave Sara's fingers a quick squeeze as she waited for her to continue, knowing she would say whatever was on her mind when she was ready.

Sara released a wistful sigh as she stared down at their joined hands. "I'm sorry, for disappearing the other morning," she said softly.

"The other morning? Try almost two weeks ago." Sofia turned, finally facing Sara.

Sara looked up into Sofia's eyes, surprised by the amount of pain she saw in her eyes. It hurt, seeing her that way, and knowing that she was the cause behind it.

Reaching out with her hand, Sara caressed her cheek, relishing the soft skin beneath her fingertips, as well as the sigh that slipped from between Sofia's lips. Sara leaned closer, slowly drawing nearer until she could feel the whisper of Sofia's breath, starting to mingle with her own. She desperately wanted to make amends, but she could only think of one way to show Sofia how she felt. Unable to stop herself, Sara closed the distance between them seizing Sofia's lips beneath her own and delighting in the feeling of warmth and light that seemed to travel through her body. She pushed Sofia back into the couch as papers fluttered to the floor around them.

Hands roamed over and under their clothing until finally Sara could take it no more. Rising from the couch, she pulled at the hem of her tank top, slowly lifting it up her torso until Sofia sat up, and pushed it up the rest of the way, standing to pull it over Sara's head and toss it somewhere in the vicinity of the door. Their hands fought with the zipper for her slacks before the soft rasp sounded into the room, and they fell with a whisper to the floor.

Before Sofia could appreciate the sight before her eyes, Sara pressed close again, snaring her lips in a sensual kiss as she allowed her hands to slip beneath her shirt. As Sara's hands moved over her skin, Sofia purred against her lips, enjoying the bliss of being surrounded by her embrace. Sara seemed unwilling to separate for more than an instant, she slid Sofia's shirt upward and waited until the last possible moment for their lips to part before she tossed it aside. Then Sara's fingers were teasing beneath the band of Sofia's slacks, ticklish touches that skirted around the edge until she found the zipper and pulled. Sara eased them down Sofia's hips, listening as they fell to the floor and then pressing her thigh against the heat of Sofia's center.

Sofia let out a sharp groan as she began to pleasure herself, clutching at Sara and drawing her into a series of devouring kisses. She drank in Sara's entire being, giving herself over as the ache at her core blossomed into need. Sofia rocked harder and harder against Sara's thigh until she let go, her slow, sweet release rippling through her body.

Sofia's head fell to Sara's shoulder, and she relished the comfort of her soothing touch. The easy strokes over her skin, calming and healing her wounds as she accepted Sara's offering.

Sara slipped her hands up Sofia's back as she kissed her way down Sofia's jaw to linger over the pulse point behind her ear. It took a moment before Sofia pulled at the clasp in her bra and then they were skin to skin. The kiss of sweat and heat had them sliding together, gasping at the sensations they had been missing.

Falling back on to the couch in a tangle of limbs, Sofia pinned Sara beneath her, slowly working her way down the smooth column of her throat to hover above her breasts. She cupped their weight in her palms for a moment, feeling the nipples begin to pebble at her touch. Finally, she dropped down to capture one of them, working it between her lips and relishing the soft sighs as Sara writhed beneath her.

Sofia kissed her way across Sara's chest, her tongue sneaking out to lap at the sweat that clung to her body amidst the perfume that was truly Sara. She gradually kissed and licked down Sara's torso, savoring the flavor of her skin. As she knelt between her legs and could begin to pull her underwear down her hips, the scent of Sara's arousal rising up between them as she uncovered the delicate petals of her sex. Sara moaned and rolled her hips, eager for Sofia's touch.

"I've missed this," Sofia whispered as she kissed Sara's thigh. "Missed seeing you like this." Sofia paused for a moment, drinking in the site before her eyes, feeling almost famished for it.

Sara's only response was a sharp groan. Sofia stroked through her cleft, gliding over the silk of her skin and easing two fingers into her slick tunnel as her thumb set up a slow rhythm over her clit.

For a while the only noises in the room were their harsh breaths and the slick sounds as Sofia continued to pleasure Sara, easing her towards the brink while Sara moaned beneath her. Sofia gazed down at her, watching a flush mottle Sara's chest as it rose and fell with each shallow breath.

Sara gasped harshly before a soft cry sounded from her throat, a mixture of arousal and frustration. "Please, Sofia..."

Sofia gave in, stroking harder and faster until she could feel Sara stiffening at her hand. Her walls greedily pulled at Sofia's fingers and Sara's cry was smothered as Sofia captured her lips again.

Sara hot press of Sofia's mouth against hers as her orgasm washed over her, cleansing her heart of any lingering doubt that might have remained. Suddenly, she knew that the love Sofia gave her was the most real thing she had ever known

They lay together for a moment as Sara came back to herself. She began gently stroking her hands up and down Sofia's back, missing the length of her hair, still pinned up due to the heat. She clutched at her skin, hungry for the silk beneath her fingers. Sara nuzzled against Sofia's ear before she whispered softly, "Come here."

Sofia pulled back for a moment, a little confused by the request. Before she could move Sara's hands were on her hips, easing her underwear down to mid-thigh and then reached back up to cup her ass, pulling her closer. Sofia started at the force of her touch before she pulled away long enough to take her panties off completely, tossing them toward their piles of clothing. Then she moved up until she was tentatively settled above Sara's face.

She groaned as Sara placed several soft kisses up and down her inner thighs, coming close to her center only to pull back. As she teased with her lips, Sara's hands continued to roam over anything she could reach, tickling up Sofia's sides and moving down to grip her thighs, pulling her closer as she arched up. Sofia sighed with satisfaction when Sara's lips finally reached her aching center and her tongue slid through her cleft, tasting her arousal and sending a sizzle of anticipation up her spine.

Sara nipped at her clit, torturing Sofia by delivering a soft pressure that never seemed to be enough. Gossamer touches slid over her skin, making her entire body thrum with more anticipation and excitement than she thought she could bear.

The heat of her breath and the tender touch of her lips only added to the ache as Sofia began rocking, wanton and waiting for Sara to push her over the edge. Finally, she felt Sara reach up, trying to still her as she lapped at her clit again and again until Sofia stiffened with a moan of pleasure.

Sofia slid down beside her, pressing close to Sara in the scant room of the couch. She relaxed into Sara's touch, enjoying the soft caresses down her back and the light tickles over her side.

Sara nuzzled at her ear again, pressing feather-light kisses wherever she could reach. "I love you." The words tumbled from Sara's lips as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind, scenarios ending with Sofia walking out the door, or maybe just not saying it back to her. Now that the words were out, she couldn't help but wonder if it was too late.

Sofia's embrace tightened as a smile touched her lips, and she held Sara close to her, feeling the beat of her heart against her own. "I know, I love you too."