here's my response to this challenge.....
# Your words are Launch pad
# hug
# reboot
# eccentric
# hard-headed
# legend
(Here's what Shatterpath and company added to the challenge to make it a
proper caveat emptor.)
# Full moon
# Discovery Channel
# astrophysics
# president
# defibrillator
# "try the paddles."
# nevermore
# wild horses
# "Pull my turtle."
# "triple grande latte, light caramel syrup, no foam, 150 degrees."
(have fun! *evil laugh* -Jenn Shatter)
Title: By Moonlight
Author: Xegas
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene
Pairing: Sarah/Catherine
Rating: PG13
Status: Completed January 4, 2003
Archive: Yes
Feedback: Yes, please. It is mucho appreciated.
Email: Xegas@email.com
Disclaimers: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation and its characters belong to
Anthony Zuiker and CBS broadcasting company. No infringement is intended
and the author makes no profit.
Notes: Thanks to the one who makes me want to dance in the moonlight.
The Sunday's version of Wild Horses chimed in the background, the beat
causing the lithe customer to sway her hips unknowingly while waiting
patiently for the placed order. They didn't stop until an elegant hand
rested with a possessive familiarity on her hips, pulling the now still
hips into the owner of the hand's body.
"Nevermore will I ever deny you a dance. Those hips would've given me a
run for my money." The whisper was husky and soft enough to fade but an
inch past its intended destination.
Sarah turned lazily, the hand on her hip, staying in the same space, now
rested quite suggestively on the curve of her ass. "Is that so?
Tomorrow. Under the full moon. A date?" Sarah turned only momentarily
to collect her order and pay for her drink. Turning back and taking a
step into Catherine she added one last stipulation huskily in the other
woman's now burning ear. "Naked."
Catherine smiled lazily, taking a deep inhale of the cup held out to her
as she moved to walk beside the taller woman. "Oh, and here I was
hoping to catch the riveting facts on homosexual behavior in the animal
kingdom on the Discovery Channel tonight." A dramatic sigh accompanied
a wink before she added. "I'll be there with bows on!" Leaning in, a hot
whisper enticed the other woman more. "Three of them to be exact."
Watching the darker haired woman absorb what she had said with a shiver,
she took another deep inhale of the drink and quirked a brow at the
other woman as they headed out of the local Starbucks. "Just what is it
you have me drinking?"
"Triple Grande Latte, light caramel syrup, no foam, 150 degrees. Mine,
I kept the foam, but we've got a scene to get to and I didn't want to be
distracted by a sudden need of licking it off your lip."
"Said the President of the Foam Mustache Club." Catherine set her drink
on the hood of the car, looped a finger through the now conveniently
pinned Sarah's belt loop, pulling hips against hips. A hand hungrily
holding the back of the brown-trussed hair, moving in, lips claimed the
foam laced lips into her mouth, sucking gently, then running her tongue
along the inside of the lip, erasing all traces of the soft warm foam.
Letting her captive go, she breathed heavily, eyes dark and hungry, with
a twinkle of teasing as she promptly picked up her drink and walked
around the front to get in the other side of the car. "Come on, we're
gonna be late Sidle!"
'Oh she's so in for it.' "Yes Willows, I'm coming." She was met with a
quirked brow at the double meaning that could have been taken. "Oh you
wish it was that easy!" Revving the engine the two CSI agents headed
off to their destination.
* * *
"Try the paddles Greg!" Sara strode in with the samples collected from
their scene, placing them on her desk as she snatched the ping-pong ball
after the bounce against the wall. "You'd be amazed to find out that's
why they invented them."
Feigning a pout he ambled over to his desk with Sarah in tow. "Lost my
Super ball, needed something to do. The genius ness that stands before
you seems to have gotten ahead of the tedious work you lesser beings
tries to swamp me down with." The exaggerated puffed chest only made
the whole scene more comedic.
"Right, and you take astrophysics classes at night."
"I might! I have many talents." Greg gave her a look that spoke
volumes, his grin almost making Sarah burst out laughing.
Sarah waved off the lame come on line. "Hey, you still bring your
laptop to work?"
"Course! The access the city gives us to do research is slower than any
one with a decent IQ should ever have to endure. Why?"
Sarah finished making a list and slid it along the desk towards him.
"Download and burn these for me? I'll... make it worth your while!"
Greg shot an eyebrow up, mind racing as to what he could get in return
for this favour. "Ok..." He read the list, his breath catching. "Hold
the defibrillators Dr. Weaver, who's heart are you sending racing with
this selection?"
"That, my dear Greg, is for me to know, and you to... well, never know.
Till I deem fit that is." Sarah leaned in, dangerously close for Greg's
already on edge libido, reaching past him she grabbed one of his toys on
the wall and pulled on it, moved back, turn and walked towards the door.
Greg scrambled to the door. "Hey!" Calling after her. "Not just anyone
can pull my turtle!" A deep crimson waved seeped over his face as
Warrick had just stepped into the hall from one of the other rooms.
"She... heh... uhmm... a toy... she... pulled... y'know, I g...got work
to do." A vain attempt to regain his composure, he turned on a heel and
strode back into his lab. Warrick just continued on his way with a
shake of his head, wondering when the eccentric lab tech would figure it
all out.
* * *
Catherine scooped the sleeping bundle out of the arms of her lover,
having fallen asleep there watching reruns of Reboot. Sarah cleaned up
after the night's snack and walked to the CD player as Catherine put her
daughter to bed.
* * *
Opening the CD that Greg had burned for her, she slid it into the player
as she remembered back to when she had picked up the disk from her
friend's lab.
"Prepare the launch pad Houston, we've got a legend in the making!"
Greg polished the crystal case on his lab coat before handing it over to
the waiting woman.
"Why am I afraid to ask?"
"I do believe I'm going to take up DJ'ing as a night job. Just wait
till you hear the smoothness of the mixing, the seamless editing I did.
Only a hard-headed fool wouldn't be seduced by that CD!"
Sarah stifled a giggle as she read the cover that he had also created.
"Thanks, I... I think. It was my list I made after all, did you at
least include me in the credits?"
"Course! Right there under my "Thanks". Now, for the fee."
Sarah's eyes narrowed, awaiting the "fee". "I said I'd make it worth
your while Greg, not "Name your price.""
"Right, well, I can't seem to pass up this great opportunity. I want an
in."
"An in?"
"You deaf? Yes, an in."
She stifled an exasperated sigh. "An in to what Greg?"
"Who you're seducing. I think I have a right to know who my DJ'ing
skills are being used for."
"Right. Cause my private life is yours to know."
"Oh come on! Just tell me, we're buds right! What's it to you if I know?"
"Hmm, let me think, you like to rib me about anything you can think of,
and this will just give you more fodder? And I like the fact that
you're going to be wondering about this till I feed your curiosity."
"Fine, but one day I will insist, and I do plan on cashing in on this
some day!"
* * *
Arms slid around the younger woman's waist, pulling her back into a hug.
A soft moan filled the air. "I do believe you owe me a dance!" Sarah
turned in her lover's arms. "Naked I do believe was one of the terms."
She reached over and pushed play on the stereo. Robert Miles "Fable"
queuing up as the two lovers found themselves being slowly undressed,
moving in synch to the music. Lights being turned off, being replaced by
the glow of the moon.
