The outcome

this is a work of fiction. I do not own csi and I do not make any money from these writings
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I step out of the car and walk to the crime scene, passing under the yellow tape and showing my ID to the police officer at the front door. He smiles at me friendly before letting me enter the house. I was glad Grissom decided to send me to the field. It is, after all, the best part of the job. I look around the living room, the kitchen and the garden searching for the CSI in charge of this scene to ask her what I can do to help. There is always someone in charge and whoever it is, gets pisses when another CSI start messing around the place without him or her consent. This time, it’s someone with a big temper, but also is the most beautiful person I ever met, in all senses.

I walk toward the hall where there was an office on the right side, a bedroom on the left and one in the end of it. I open the last door, because of the light coming under it, and find my beautiful girlfriend working on the bathtub collecting fingerprints. She reaches across the tub with her hand without wanting to get up, her shirt raising up. The red shirt reveals some of her white smooth skin I love so much. I watch, leaning in the door-frame as she works, waiting for her to notice someone in the room. She doesn’t, however, so I’m forced to clear my throat.

Catherine's faces gets shine. “Hi”

“Hi.” I look down stopping at her gorgeous ass and back to her eyes loving how flushed she got. “I was told you may like a pair of hands” Walking closer to her, I run my fingers slowly against the skin. Catherine shivers and closes her eyes, inhaling deeply. “Where do you want me?” I ask, purring in her ear.

I don’t know what made me purr but the moan I receive from deep inside her throat was definitely worth hearing. I don’t take my hand from under her shirt as I wait for her answer.

“The bedroom... I haven't processed it yet... so if you could...” She whispers, trying to keep her cool. I like having this effect on her. It makes me love her even more and want to do… well, other things.

“Weren't you here like an hour ago.”

“I’m working slowly.”

“And why are you going sloooow?”

She bites her lips and gets up, almost knocking me on the sink. “Sara, stop.” She smiles apologetically, her cheeks blushing from my teasing. “We can’t do this here. We have to be professionals.”

“If something happens or anyone sees what we are doing…”

“You mean what you are doing” she corrects me, though I can see a smirk on the corner of her lips.

“Well, yes, if any of it happens I’ll take the blame and you… my sexy cat… will be off the hook.” I say, not taking my eyes from hers and crashing our lips together.

Catherine responds right away because she can’t help it but then succeeds at pushing me away.

“What has got into you? You never do anything that can jeopardize a case.”

“I guess my workaholic side was replaced by the one who is head over hills in love with you. This one only cares about showing you how much.” I say, kissing her neck and up to her ear. “But I can get the other side of me back, if you want”

“Please do coz I need to concentrate and this side of you…while I love it… is not helping.”

Sara pouted. “Fine but know that I don’t want to,” she laughs shooing me out of the bathroom, shaking her head from side to side. I know. I had never done something like this before, but I couldn’t help it.

We work for two more hours without speaking, except when asking each other opinion on some evidence. We don’t touch each other either but every now and then we would exchange looks that made the other blush or smile. I always love working with Catherine because she is brilliant, professional and of course, sexy as hell and knowing that she is my girlfriend and in the end of the shift we are going home together it makes my heart sing.

“Are you done, babe?” she asks me, meeting me in the living room.

“Yeah, I think we are good to go.”

She smiles at me and we walk side by side toward our SUV’s. I place my kit on the back seat, and soon climb in the driver seat. “Thanks for the help," she says, smiling, "I couldn’t stop thinking how much I wanted you here with me.”

"You welcome honey," I lean to give her a kiss. "See you in a few"

"Yeah you will,"

* *

I enter the house and threw my purse and keys on the table across the front door before I go to find my girlfriend. I see the light coming from the office before I can go to our bedroom on the top floor, a smile forming in my lips.

I opened the door slowly, revealing the woman of my life and dreams writing something down using her tiny glasses. Her face is even more beautiful when she wears her glasses.

“You are late,” she says, seriously. I blink. “You should’ve been here as soon as shift ended.”

“I know but Nick needed someone to talk to,” I explain.

“You could have said no. Or give him an excuse, anything.”

“Why would I do that to him?”

Catherine puts the glasses on the table and pushes the chair back, so she can get up. She seems really pissed about this. But Nick is my friend and he needed an ear, and as far as we both know, I’m a good listener. She must have known what was going on inside my mind because she stops behind me and whispers.

“You and I have some issues to work on, your behavior in the middle of the crime scene, ‘You weren’t trying to get away with it, were you, Sidle?” she steps back and asks.

“What? No. He really needed to talk and I thought that could wait a few minutes.”

“An hour, Sara, not just a few minutes,”

“Don’t you think you are overreacting about this?” I told her why I was late and I think it is a good reason for being late. Nick never turned his back on me when I needed him and there was no way I was going to do that to him.

I see fire sparkle inside her blue eyes and I’m not sure what it means. She walks to the desk and pulling me with her. “So you are not sorry for what you did, for keep me waiting?” she asks.

“No, coz as I already explai…”

“You sure you don’t want to change that statement…” She interrupts. She has a smirk on her face now but I still don’t understand it and I don’t know if I like it or not. When I shake my head she quickly unbuttons my pants and pulls it down.

“What… What are you doing?” She pushes my body onto the desk, turned me to face the desk and slaps me on the ass and damn, it hurts. I try to get up but her hand stops me. I turned to look at her with a mix of anger and hurt.

“You should have thought twice about doing that and now I’ll punish you for your mistake,” She slaps me once again just as hard as before and I bite my lips not to scream.

“Couldn’t you have chosen anything less painful?” I argue.

“You are in no position to question me. I’ll do this until I think you have learned your lesson” She repeats the slap altering the asses but hard. So much that I can feel the tears start forming behind my eyelids.

But that’s not the only thing she is causing to react in me though, my pussy start throbbing as if I was enjoying it, which I’m not. I contract my ass tight and try to get up but Catherine sees what I’m trying to do and push me down, parting my legs with her feet as far as the pants would allow her. Her hand touches my slit and I don’t need to look at her to know she is smiling.

“Enjoying this, aren’t we?” she says, licking my cheek and ear. I turn my head away and that just wins me another slap followed by a hard squeeze on my ass.

The cold air hit my wet pussy as she pushes the panties aside and I contract once again but she is faster and enters me. I hit the table hard, holding my breath and stopping the scream from coming out of my mouth. She has no right to do this!

As I think that, a voice in my head says that she isn't doing anything wrong, that the reason why she has chosen this artifice isn't to hurt me. It was partners do, sometimes. The internal battle is making me angrier, more then I already was. I raise myself from the table and feel my pussy getting dry. She pulls me back in a standing position and turned me around to face her, and I instead of looking at her turn my back on her, putting the pants back on.

“Sara,” I don’t want to face her so I just walk away without a word. She doesn’t let me go too far though, she ran in front of the door and stands there, preventing me from opening the door. “I’m sorry,” she says, “This is my fault.”

I look at her with confusion written on my face, my head shaking from side to side. “I really thought we had passed this phrase of letting your father’s memory haunt you while we are making love, I’m sorry,”

"What? No, Cat, I wasn’t thinking of him,” I state.

“That doesn’t mean the memory has vanished from your subconscious or that it won’t come back without your acknowledge but we will work with them, together.” She says, really believing that she is right.

“Catherine, my father has nothing to do with this.” I say, making sure she understands every words. “This is all me. I was angry because of what you were doing. It was not how I wanted things to be or go. Sex should be about love not anger and…”

“Is that what you think this was all about?”

“Let me finish! It should never be about anger and I got really mad because that thought even crossed my mind. It was stupid. I was being stupid and when I try to organize my thoughts it ruined everything. I and I alone and…. I’m sor…”

“No, don’t be. What I did can go either ways, or you love it or you hate it and you hate it, that’s fine.”

“No it isn’t.”

“I’d never do this if I didn’t love you, and I couldn’t be angry at you even if I wanted to.”

Catherine knows what I’m about to ask so she spoke quicker. “I came home as soon as shift ended thinking you were just behind me but you didn’t show up and I was anger but more then that I was horny, I wanted you so badly”.

“I was going to my car when Nick found me,” I explain. “You should have seen his face, Cat, he really needed someone to talk to and I’m his friend, I couldn’t turn my back on him.”

“I know that. You would have stayed even if you didn’t like him so much, that’s how good of a person you are. I’m sure I would have done the same thing,” I’m confused and she sees that. “I didn’t plan to snap at you when you got in and I regret the second I did but I thought… I thought I could make you see that I wasn’t really angry, just… eager. In my experience when someone I love start spanking me it means she loves dearly and can’t wait to have her way with me and I thought you would figure it out, eventually.” she says, blushing.

Oh, okay… “I’m sorry.” I say, looking away from her. “I feel pretty stupid right now.”

“Let’s just start over okay?” I think about it for a moment and nod. I love Catherine and she wants to take me then I’ll let her, out of love. “Good, now you go outside and then come in again,” Catherine walks around the desk and sit in the chair, pulling her classes back on. She really wants to do this again.

I open the door the same way as before without keeping her waiting. She looks at me above the glasses, pretty serious. “I was wondering when you would show up.” Oh that sound nicely. I’m about to respond when she relax back in the chair and continues. “You aren’t trying to make me change my mind about that thing I told you, were you?”

Again she let me know she was waiting and she didn’t like it but her voice and the way she was spoke it had a completely opposite effect on me, which means we really have to be careful with what kind of message we send to the other people, impressive. “You told me lots of things. Can’t you be more specific?”

Catherine chuckles enjoying my line and gets up from the chair. Putting the glass on the desk she walks around it, not taking her eyes from me. They show the same fire as before but it doesn’t confuse me or makes me feel bad about it. I know what she is talking about and what she wants. “Oh, you meant that…” I look away blushing furiously.

“Yes, that,” she nods, going to speak in my ear. “You should have thought twice about touching me, teasing me like that, and now, you are going to pay,” She pushes me toward the desk and turns us so she is pressing me on it.

I try to free myself from her grip without success. She licks the right side of my face and I’m socked but before I can say or do anything, her mouth is on mine, devouring me as her hand holds my head in place. I stumble trying to stay standing up.

She is just as shock as I am and I just nod. I swear I saw sparks inside her eyes before she is kissing me again. Her hand goes under my shirt, scratching my back softy and I put my hand on her ass, pinching them both and making her bump into me. A loud moan escapes from her lips. We stop kissing when the need of air becomes too much to bear, not because we want to.

She slowly slid my shirt off my shoulders, throwing the garment away. Pops the button of my jeans and slowly slid the zipper down, the rasping sound and our breathing being the only two noises in the silent room. I slid the jeans down my legs before taking it off and throwing it aside. Catherine’s eyes darken in lust as she sees me only in my underwear.

I try to undress her too but she stops me. Catherine pushed me to sit on the desk and put my feet on each arm of the chair in front of the desk, the movement caused my panties to shift and the air hit the warmth between my legs. The air causes me to shiver and moan from the erotic sensation. I’m so ready for her.

“I want you to unhook your bra,” Catherine rasps. I do just that, unclasping the bra easily and let it fall to on the desk behind us. “Take your fingers into your mouth and wet them.”

“What?”

“Just do it,” she says. I quickly followed the order. “Now I want you to play with your nipples.”

I began to pinch and tug at them, moaning as they hardened further. I massage my breasts, feeling the arousal shoot straight to my core. I open my eyes slightly, meeting Catherine blue ones, now dark and dilated gaze as she watches me.

“Now show me what else you would like me to do to your body.” When I hesitated to show her, she yelled,” Well, do it!” I jump, surprised by her statement and began to slowly trail my hands over my own body, imaging Catherine’s hands massaging and kneading me. I’m in the edge of insanity here. I still my hands at the waistline of my panties, looking up. “Keep going, Sara.”

I slip the hand lower, my eyes snapping shut as my hand touches my throbbing wet center. I moan louder, playing with my own wetness. Slipping a finger inside me I gasp, bucking against the hand. I bucked harder, penetrating myself with my fingers and moving my thumb to press against my slit. I’m very close, just a few more strokes and I’m going to scream Catherine’s name in release.

Catherine takes my hand off, making me growl. “You really think it would be that easy?” Catherine asks kneeling between my legs. She pushes the panties aside and blows some cold air into my pussy. I push my hips down onto Catherine’s face waiting to feel her mouth on me.

“Did I say you could do that?” she asked, giving me a small slap on my thigh.

“No” I cry out, looking at the blonde’s eyes.

I shiver and moan as she licks my entire slit. Instead of resting the hands on the desk for support, I do it on her shoulders so I can look at her while she does it. Catherine smiles in appreciation and start licking me furiously, touching my clit but never sucking it like I so want her to.

She switches her tongue for her fingers and gets up. She forces the finger on the top of my slit and into the opening but without fully entering me. She will not give me what I want and I hate and love her for it.

She throws away the contents of the desk before laying me on it. I rest on my elbows, wanting to look at her. She takes off my panties, smelling my scent, deep from the garment, before throwing it on chair. She opens my legs, bending my knees, and putting my feet on the desk to open me wider to her eyes. She caresses the inside of my thighs making me enjoy the wonderful sensation until she slaps me right between my right thigh and center. I scream, closing my legs and biting my lips hard. It sting worse than on my ass!

“Holy fuck,” My mind screams. She puts my legs down and licks the place she hit, trying to minimize the effect. The pain was almost gone when she slaps my other thigh also hard and holds it apart, preventing my legs from closing on her head as it probably would. She continues above my center and tummy, biting slightly every time she feels like doing it. Never for a moment taking her eyes from mine, so I could see the love, she feels for me inside of her blue orbs. She pushed me down on the table but I don’t want to look away so I rise seconds later.

She forces me down once again and I’m about to argue when she point a finger at me before she walks around the table and stops above my face. “Close your eyes.” She whispers.

I shake my head from side to side. “I can’t… I can’t… I need to see you.” I beg her.

“You will see me babe I promise. Just for now, close your eyes.” she asks, caressing the side of my face. I’m not sure if I can do that not knowing what she will do next. I don’t deal well with surprises. “Trust me.”

Her hands caress the lines of my face, showing me that she is still there. Then she lean her face toward me, I can feel her warm breath on me. Then I feel her lips kissing my eyes, slowly, and my face, everywhere, until she reaches my lips. I part them and her tongues brushes against mine slowly. This caring is the most amazing thing I ever felt and it comes in the right moment to help me relax. When I don’t feel her lips on mine anymore I unconsciously and with my eyes still close try to search for hers. I hear her giggling before I felt her tongue on my lips. She doesn’t press our lips together but let our tongue play for awhile.

I feel her hands going on my breasts, squeezing my nipples gently between her thumb and finger. I raise my torso up and Catherine licks the areola before biting it and suck my nipple.

She walks back to the other side of the table, taking the chair with her. I watch as she does and sits on it. Her hand caresses my thighs and I gasp, waiting for another slap but it doesn’t happen. Catherine kisses and licks my left thigh’s, biting me just beside my pussy, making me moan.

“Cat, please, I need to feel you…”

Catherine ignores my pleading, repeating the entire process with the other thigh.

“… To feel your tongue on me,” She smiles, probably expecting me to say ‘your finger’ instead. She separates my pubic hairs and licks my center but not the minor part where I wanted her to. But that’s fine by me because just the feeling sends me to heaven.

She works on both sides until finally tasting me. “Oh my God,” I shout, closing my eyes. She touches my clit and I cry out her name. She works amazingly to send me over the edge. She waits and does it again, my entire body contracting and convulsing from time to time.

“Fuck, what she is doing to me is amazing. Oh god,”

I pant her nickname as she enters me with her tongue instead. I had to raise my torso up this time and she lets me. She stops her tongue when she senses I’m close to losing it, my juices spilling out of my body and running down her hands and lips.

“Cat, please, stop teasing me… I don’t know if I can… without…” I swallow hard. I want her to make me come and fast, to stop this amazing torture. I need it now, more than ever.

I didn’t expect her to plug three fingers into me all at once, though “Ah fuck… shit babe… Oh, my god, oooooooh my…” Despise the initial pain I soon feel my body starting convulsion once again.

My head is spinning, my eyes are slightly shut, and I swear I can see starts behind my eyelids. I think I never scream so loud in a release before. Then again I don’t think I ever had such a powerful orgasm either. Catherine licks my pussy entirely before stopping. I squirm, contracting my legs and body.

Holy hell, that was good!

Catherine pulls me up and sitting comfortable in a chair. “I’m going to make sure that I don’t tease you at work ever again.” I say, breathing deeper.

“Why? Didn’t you like how I treated you?”

“Oh, I sure did,” I pull her onto my lap and caress her hair. “But the next time I may die while you do it” Catherine laughs - a good and long laugh and I smile at her. “And even though it will be a good way of dying, I still want to marry you and build a long and happy life with you.”

“I want all of that too.”

“Good” I kiss her as long as my breathing allows me.

We don’t say anything for awhile. Catherine gets up trying to move away from me I don’t let her. “Where do you think you are going?”

“I thought you would like a shower after all this” She answers me with a satisfied grim.

“Maybe later” I reply, pulling her on me.

“What are you…?” I don’t waste time to put my hand under her pants and panties and enter her with my middle finger. “Oh God, Sara,” her body contracting almost immediately,

“Come closer” As she do, I brush my hand hard and fast against her clit as I finger her. Good enough to provide her great sensations but not to make him come. She looks at me, begging for some release. It's such a beautiful thing to see. I force two fingers over her swelling clit and Catherine cries out again, harder than before.

“Now I can go shower” I say smiling triumphantly.

“Aren’t you coming?” I ask almost at the door. Catherine is stills shaken by what I did and pulls her body up with some difficulty. I smile and pull one of her legs up for her to hook up around me.

“You sure you have strength enough for this task?”

“I don’t know but there is only one way to find out.” Catherine closes her arms around my neck and I close mines around her legs. “Someone desperately needs to lose some weight.” I tease

“No, you just tired me up completely in two seconds.”

“What can I say? Payback over a payback can be a bitch”

“When you love someone it’s a bonus.”

The end