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Title: Stuffed
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Catherine/Sara
Category: PWP, established relationship
Date: 10/04/04 – 11/25/04
Series: n/a
What Has Gone Before: n/a
Summary: Sara helps Catherine start off the holiday season right.
Warnings: minor strap-on kink?
Website: ShatterStorm Productions – Frisked & Conquered
Link to: http://f-n-c.shatterstorm.net/
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Author’s 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 Jorja Fox or Marg Helgenberger.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the Slash Advent Calendar 2004. It’s also my first CSI fic. It wasn’t what I’d originally intended, but then again, isn’t that the true test of a good muse? *eg*
“Stuffed” by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
It had surprised me when Cath admitted to a childlike love of the holidays. She certainly made the feeling infectious. And in less than two hours, the festivities truly began in her eyes. St. Nick’s Day. Not Thanksgiving. That was just the precursor. The Advent Calendar counted things down, and St. Nick’s Day was the first highlight.
Of course, it didn’t help that Lindsey had been born in the wee hours of St. Nick’s morning either. I wasn’t surprised at all to find her middle name was Nicole, after the venerable old saint.
“Sara?” I glanced up and pulled her down into my lap for a quick kiss. “Sara,” she chuckled, half-heartedly trying to pull away.
“Yes, Cath?” I murmured, nibbling at her earlobe.
“Sara,” she whined, tilting her head to the side. “What about Lindsey?”
“If she’s smart, she’ll stay where she is. Don’t want to be giving her something else for Show and Tell.”
Of course, I wouldn’t let her answer, moving to take her lips in a sweetly demanding kiss. There was still that little part of me that worried she’d wake up one day and realize she’d been wrong to get involved with me. So I did everything I could every day to make her happy. I wanted my good memories to be plentiful.
“Sara,” she moaned, pulling back from the kiss, albeit obviously reluctantly. “We have to get out all the presents, and fill Lindsey’s stocking.”
“Catherine, she’s eleven years old—“
“Twelve in a few hours,” she cut in weakly.
What a mom! I rolled my eyes. Chuckling, I pulled her close. “Okay, she’s nearly twelve, and she’s fast asleep. We can put out the presents in the morning before we get her up. It’s not like Griss gives us both the night off very often…”
For a moment, she looked as if she might protest. And then that look crossed her face. Oh I was in the best kind of trouble when she looked at me like that. I actually shivered under the intensity of that look.
“Are you trying to say that Saint Nick has a gift for me?” she asked coyly.
I did my best to appear nonchalant and shrug. “Well, I don’t know, Catherine. Do you think you’ve been a good enough girl to even get a gift from St Nick?”
“Sara!” she admonished with a grin, playfully slapping my arm.
“Well? I’m waiting,” I replied, leaning back into the couch to cross my arms over my chest. I let a small smirk tug at the corner of my lips as I stared at her.
She stared back at me for a long moment, that curious “Can I solve this puzzle” look in her eyes. Such expressive eyes she has. It’s always been so easy to decipher her moods by her eyes. She’s said I’m the same way, but I’ve never believed her.
“Okay, I see how this is,” she finally said, bringing me out of my reverie. “You want me to prove I deserve this gift, right?”
Leave it to Catherine to see this as a competition of some kind. I merely sat there and waited, an eyebrow quirked in curiosity. I mentally ticked off the seconds until her own curiosity overloaded.
“Come on, Sara!” she whined, squirming in my lap. “What is it? Can I open it now? Please don’t make me wait til Christmas morning.”
Reaching out to grip her hips, I gave her a sultry look. “Go get Lindsey’s presents and the stocking stuffers. I’ll get your present ready and bring out what goes in your stocking.”
There was a brief stillness between us, eyes locked on each other’s. And suddenly, in a tangled kimbo of arms and legs, she was on the move: a graceful flurry of barely controlled chaos. I was mesmerized by the way she moved. I always had been, but more so now that we’d become a couple. Catherine was an enigmatic puzzle that I obsessively enjoyed working out, discovering every little nuance.
Quickly remembering my own gifts for both mother and daughter, I sprang into action. We passed each other in the hall once or twice, and despite what she was doing, Catherine couldn’t help but stare at me in bald-faced curiosity. Each time I caught her, I merely smiled innocently at her and continued on my merry way.
Catherine and I had been dancing around each other, flirting, teasing, fantasizing, for nearly four years before we got together. And despite being an ass, I had Hank to thank for getting us together. Cath had come to take me out for a girls’ night out to help me forget and get over him. We ended the night with me drunkenly admitting my feelings for her and passing out in her arms. I’d woken up the next day with a warm, sexy, playful woman curled around me. And I hadn’t looked back since.
“I’m almost done, Sar,” Catherine murmured huskily. “Do you need more time?”
Her question brought me out of my reverie again with a flush of embarrassment. “Give me five? I have to dig your present out of my hiding spot.”
Not waiting for her nod, I ran into the bedroom and quickly slipped into her gift, redressing over the top of it. I set out the box on the bed and sat there for a moment to collect my thoughts. And then I was opening the door and letting her in. I closed the door behind her with a decisive click and leaned against it, a smirk tugging at my lips again as she instantly headed for the box.
Picking it up, she examined it from all sides, a delightedly inquisitive grin on her face. “It’s beautifully wrapped, Sara,” she said, finally looking at me. “I’m almost afraid to unwrap it.” But she no more than said it, and she was tearing at the wrapping paper. I held back a chuckle at her antics, waiting to see her reaction.
She opened the box and pushed aside the issue paper…and stopped. “Oh my,” she breathed and reached into the box to pull out a smaller box. Shaking it, she stared at me. “Um, Sara, it’s empty? I don’t understand…”
Dawning lit up her beautiful eyes, and I felt my smirk widen. “Yes, it is. Come and finish unwrapping your gift, Cath.”
She pounced on me with a devilish giggle and a passionate kiss.
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“Are you coming?” she asked in a sleepy voice.
I couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled up past my lips. “Not right now, no. you kind of fell asleep before I could come again.”
“Sara!” she whined playfully and slapped my arm. “That’s not what I meant.”
I watched as she slipped out of bed and shuffled to the closet for her robe. I stretched languidly in the bed, suddenly chuckling as the dildo strapped onto my groin started to shake with my body’s movements. I trailed a fingertip down the length of mauve silicon and grinned darkly at Catherine.
“Somehow I don’t think Lindsey would understand you wearing that, hon,” she replied in a neutral tone, despite licking her lips hungrily.
“Oh, I don’t know. She’s smarter than you think,” I tossed back before sucking on my fingertip. “Go give Lindsey her birthday wishes like you have the past eleven years. I’ll be here, waiting for you. And who knows? I might let you unwrap your present again.” Her face fell slightly and I cocked my head to the side. “What’s wrong, Cath?”
“I was hoping you’d join me in wishing Lindsey a happy birthday. You are her other parental figure, you know, and she adores you if you hadn’t guessed that already.”
I blinked at her admission, clearly not expecting that. But I was quickly on my feet, slipping out of the leather harness. Wrapping the whole contraption in a towel to wait for us in the bathroom, I eased into my own robe and ran a hand through my hair. “Okay, ready to go.”
We moved quietly down the hall and into Lindsey’s room. Cath knelt next to the bed, fingers gently stroking her daughter’s long blonde hair. “Wake up, baby,” she murmured. “It’s time for birthday wishes.”
Lindsey grumbled goodnaturedly and tried to roll over. When she did, Cath tickled her sides. “Mom!” she mumbled sleepily, trying hard to contain the giggles. “Stop it!”
“Come on, Linds, time for your birthday spankings,” came the responding tease.
Lindsey sat straight up, wide awake now. “Oh no! I am way too old to be getting birthday spankings. I’m practically a teenager!” And then she noticed me. “Sara, tell her I’m too old!”
I shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. “I don’t know, kiddo. You’re never too old for birthday spankings when they’re from someone who loves you.”
When she rolled her eyes, I realized the look that must have been on my face, and I snickered softly. Innocent my ass, Catherine. And as she then shook her head, Lindsey glanced at the alarm clock. “Wow, Mom! You’re late! You’ve never been late to wish me a happy birthday before.”
Catherine’s face fell slightly, her cheeks darkening in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Lindsey, I – “
“Got laid well and fell asleep?” she piped in, blinking angelically at us.
“Lindsey Nicole Willows!” Cath spluttered in embarrassment, while I just laughed and plopped down at Lindsey’s feet.
“It’s not like I don’t know you guys have sex, Mom.” Ah, the wisdom of teenagers. “It’s not like you can actually hide how you feel about each other.”
We both grinned and Catherine wrapped Lindsey in a warm hug. “Well, regardless of your knowledge of my sex life, I wanted to wish you a happy twelfth birthday, Lindsey. You are the best things that has ever happened to me, you and Sara.”
I didn’t hide my reaction to her words, and squeezed Lindsey’s knee. “Yeah, happy birthday, kiddo. We’ll go do the arcade this weekend, okay?”
“Cool! Thanks, Sara!” she crowed, launching herself at me with a tight hug. And as I hugged her back, she whispered, “Now will you go take Mom back to bed and screw her senseless? Seeing her happy like that would be the best present you can give me.”
“Uh, okay, Linds,” I squeaked, pretty positive I was blushing. “If that’s what you want…”
“It is.”
Catherine stared at us curiously. “What did you say to her, Lindsey?”
Again that wise, angelic look appeared on her face. So much like her mother… “I simply asked Sara to keep loving you and making you happy, because I like it when you’re happy. That’s the best present she could ever give me.”
Not exactly the truth, but not a lie either. The kid was damned good. Catherine smiled and pulled us both into a tight squeeze. I nuzzled into her hair, hands stroking down both of their backs. When she pulled back, there was the slightest glittery hint of tears in her eyes.
“Okay, back to bed for all of us. You can open your presents in the morning.” She grinned at me as she said presents, and I knew what was going to be happening when we got back into the bedroom.
Pressing kisses to Lindsey’s forehead, we left her room and headed back to ours. Once Lindsey’s door was closed, Catherine looked at me with an impish grin. “I think you should unwrap the present this time, Sara. I’m suddenly feeling in a very ‘giving’ mood.”
Licking my lips in anticipation, I shooed my lover off to bed, and planned to do something nice for Griss. I’d be spending the rest of my day off sleeping off the definite orgasmic bliss of this evening.
