Title: Slow Burn
Author: Michelle K.
Site: http://glimmershine.tripod.com
Challenge: cathandsara: CSI: Miami titles
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 395
Category: Calleigh/Sara/Catherine
Summary: Her affair belongs to both of them now.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.

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It was quick, how this happened. A bar, Sara's realization that Calleigh was the person Catherine had screwed around on her with the last time she was in Florida. Catherine leaning forward and suggesting reciprocity.

Of course, things weren't really equal. If they were, Catherine wouldn't be here watching, getting off in a way Sara couldn't when she was miles away and unaware a knife was being twisted inside her for the umpteenth time.

If everything was perfect, she'd tell Catherine to go fuck herself and pin Calleigh to the bed until Sara made her come long and hard enough to force her to forget what originally linked them, erase Calleigh's memories of Catherine as she disavowed her own.

But things aren't perfect and neither is Sara, so she lets Calleigh go down on her as Catherine watches with a hand between her own legs. Long blond hair splashes over Sara's thighs as a small hand moves to cup her breast. Calleigh's thumb circles her nipple as her tongue circles her clit.

Sara's orgasm isn't as powerful as she imagines it would be without Catherine's eyes on her, slithering over her skin instead of exploding throughout her body. She's fairly certain Catherine doesn't come.

Calleigh crawls up Sara's body, tongue darting out against her skin. She's too eager at every part of this, and Sara wonders if this woman is the one to blame. But she knows Catherine. She knows there are probably others that she'll never know about. Revealing what happened with Calleigh was just convenient.

Sara waits for Calleigh's kiss. It's sloppy, like Calleigh's drunk, but Sara noticed how little she actually drank. She wonders if any of them noted how much she herself downed.

Calleigh kisses Sara's chin as she straddles Sara's thigh, the subsequent rocking of her hips creating a trail of wetness on Sara's skin. The bed shifts as Catherine comes closer. Sara feels wet fingers press into her breast as the tip of Catherine's thumbnail circles Sara's nipple. She starts to move with Calleigh in a lazy drunken way, trying to get up the sense to tell Catherine to stop touching her. Stop hurting her.

Just. Stop.

Instead, Sara sinks into the bed. Sinks and knows that when Catherine grabs her wrist and guides her hand between her thighs, she will not resist.

Whatever it is, she'll say yes.

END

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