Title: Hunger

Author: Cath4Sara

Genre: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Pairing: Sara/Catherine

Rating: NC-17

MAJOR WARNING!! - Contains graphic consensual sex between two women: if you are under 18, or this stuff isn't your thing, please turn back NOW.

Disclaimer: All characters are owned by someone else (i.e not me, unfortunately). Hopefully, no copyrights were breached in my making of this fic (I didn't mean to!) and I made no money doing this whatsoever. This is purely for my entertainment, instead of studying!

Hunger

"Phew, now that was a long day," sighed Catherine Willows, coming up behind Sara and almost giving her a coronary. She had snapped Sara out of a nice daydream about the very same person who had just come up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"You seem a little jumpy today," quipped Catherine, and Sara smiled. A warm blush spread across her face. If only she knew...

"Wanna go grab a coffee?" Catherine asked, and Sara was happy to oblige. She let Catherine walk in front so she could get a good view of the lithe redhead's slim body.

God help me, that woman will be the end of me thought Sara.

She had to run to catch Catherine up. She hadn't realised that Catherine knew how much attention she was receiving from the brunette, and had wiggled her hips a little more than usual...

I can have my fun she thought. She was already in the car when Sara got in. She flashed her toothy smile and asked, "Where to?"

"Y'know, I don't feel like going for a coffee. Wanna go grab a bite to eat? Im starving," said Catherine, patting her stomach for emphasis on the 'starving'.

"Sure," said Sara, "I'm kinda hungry myself." And as if on cue, her stomach started rumbling. Both women laughed as they drove off, trying to relax after a hard day at work.

The next day, Catherine had phoned Sara up: it was a Saturday, and both of them had the day off, so Catherine had invited Sara over for a movie and some beer. Sara, never turning down the chance of a beer and a night with Catherine, turned up 20 minutes early.

"Guess the roads were quieter than I thought," she said, as Catherine opened the door and invited her in. She was still getting ready, and told Sara to make herself at home while she took a quick shower.

What Sara wouldn't give to be in the shower with her...

Quickly dismissing the thought, Sara turned back to the photos she had idly been picking up. There were a few of Lindsey, and one of a man she presumed to be Catherine's brother.

"Ready!" Catherine appeared with a flourish, jacket in hand. Sara was lost for words. Catherine looked...stunning. She realised she was staring, and quickly said, "You look great!"

Catherine smiled as Sara flushed a pale pink. She knew exactly the effect she was having on Sara, and was kind of enjoying the power she held over the younger woman. She was being cruel, but she loved every minute of it.

She hadn't told Sara what film they were seeing until they got to the cinema.

"Ta-da!" said Catherine, as she flashed the tickets in front of Sara's face.

"From Hell?!" Sara exclaimed. Catherine nodded. "Lots of gore apparently. My kinda movie."

Sara sighed. She hated horror films, especially gory ones.

Half an hour into the film, and Catherine was feeling sick. It wasn't just the gore; it was the hotdog she had attempted to eat while watching the gore. She hated these films - she saw enough of this stuff during working hours - but her plan was working. Sara had her eyes closed and was grabbing Catherine's arm while someone got their throat cut. Catherine was holding Sara's hand through the particularly gross bits, trying to keep her lunch down. Sara turned into Catherine's shoulder again.

To be honest, the film wasn't that scary, but Catherine smelled too good to keep away from. She breathed in every time she turned away from the screen. She smelled like strawberries and cream.

Good enough to eat Sara thought to herself. She looked up at Catherine's face, her back still turned to the screen, and saw Catherine looking a little queasy.

"You okay?" Sara yelled, over the noise of the film.

"Yeah, just trying to keep my lunch down!"

Sara smiled at this. So, Catherine didn't like gory films as much as she had let on.

"You don't have to watch, you know," Sara tried again, in a desperate attempt to get out of the cinema.

Catherine turned to her and sat there for a minute. Go for it she thought.

"No, I don't. I guess I'd rather watch you."

Sara was stunned. Was she hearing things? Did Catherine really say that?

It took a moment for her to reply.

"I'm not that interesting, you know. You'd get bored," she said.

"I could never get bored of looking at you. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen; and honey, I've seen a lot of people."

Sara was gob-smacked. She felt butterflies in her stomach, and her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest when Catherine leaned in closer to her. Catherine squeezed her hand even tighter and moved forward to kiss her. The temptation was too much for Sara, and she too moved forward for a smouldering kiss. Their lips met, and it was a long time before they stopped.

Sara sat back for a minute, slowly opening her eyes to see Catherine intently watching her.

"Let's get outta here," she said, grabbing her jacket and Catherine's hand.

Sara pulled up outside Catherine's house. They had sat in silence for most of the journey, each thinking the same thought about what would happen when they got back to the house they were waiting outside now.

Now or never thought Catherine.

"Want to come in for a drink?" she asked. The situation was getting slightly awkward, and she was relieved when Sara said yes, she would love one.

As Catherine bent down to get a couple of beers out of the fridge, she felt Sara's warmth behind her, in contrast to the cool air drifting out in front of her. Sara bent over, right behind Catherine and put a hand on the small of her back.

Catherine's pulse rate increased. I'm getting turned on. By a woman was all she could think. What the hell.

"Here ya go," she said, handing Sara a Bud. She popped the lids off the bottles and both women sat down in front of the TV.

"So..." started Catherine.

"Don't say a word," said Sara, as she leaned in for another kiss. This one held even more passion than the one in the cinema. Sara was slightly taller than Catherine was, and she leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of Catherine while the smaller woman leaned back until the two were horizontal as could be on the couch. Catherine's breathing was flustered as Sara pulled up for oxygen. She looked back down to the face she loved so much. Catherine smiled and pulled her back down for another kiss. Their breasts rubbed together from the tight material of their shirts, sending tingles down Catherine's spine. She couldn't breathe, her passion for Sara was intoxicating...

Slowly, Sara worked her way down Catherine's neck, to her collarbone. She practically ripped the buttons from Catherine's shirt as she worked her way down to the heaving breasts presented to her.

"We'll have to get rid of this," she said, struggling to find the clasp for Catherine's black bra. It was an infuriating struggle to get the device undone, but once it was loose, Catherines breasts were free for Sara to start kissing, then nipping her pink nipples. At this, Catherine moaned, and arched her back, her chest rising.

Sara had effectively pinned Catherine's legs and arms between her own, and told her to lie still. Catherine reluctantly obliged, getting extremely hot and turned on from her lover's painfully slow caresses. Sara once again started her way down, still pinching Catherine's pebbled nipples between her fingers and licking across her navel. She admired Catherine's firm stomach for a moment, then stopped when she got to her waistband. Without another second of hesitation, she undid the fly and button of Catherine's tight jeans, and dragged them down. She smiled at Catherine's choice of a thong, and quickly pulled it off. Catherine gasped at this movement, and Sara smiled at the sight presented to her. Looking at Catherine for a long minute, she slowly proceeded to put her face down to Catherine's pussy. Catherine groaned, a long, desperate sound, and Sara smiled at the effect she was causing. She drank up Catherine's scent, then leisurely started to run her tongue up and down Catherine's slit. She could already taste her juices - Catherine was incredibly wet. She moved her tongue up to the wet pink folds and knew she had hit the right spot when Catherine suddenly gasped then emitted a whimper.

"Ohh, keep doing that, babe," she said, and Sara happily complied. Slowly she ran her tongue around Catherines clit, sucking the little nub now and again.

Catherine could not keep still. Although her legs were pinned by Sara's hands, her back arched, begging Sara to keep going while her hands grasped the edge of the settee.

"You taste so good," murmured Sara, her tongue darting into Catherine's wet slit once more.

"Ohh.....hmmm," was all Catherine could say.

Sara continued her oral assault, bringing Catherine closer and closer to the edge.

"Keep going.." Catherine managed to say, in between moans and gasps for air.

Sara slowly increased the speed of her tongue, bringing Catherine closer to climax. Catherine's back raised once again, and Sara sucked her clit once more, enough to send Catherine over the edge.

Catherine emitted an almost primitive sound, loud enough to wake the neighbours. Sara could see her muscles convulsing and held Catherine as she spasmed from the effects of her orgasm.

She cuddled Catherine and waited while her lovers breathing slowly returned to normal. Catherine finally opened her eyes.

Breathlessly, she said, "I love you, you know that?"

Sara smiled and caught a sudden wicked glint in Catherine's deep blue eyes.

"Y'know, I haven't had a chance to taste you yet..." said Catherine, tugging at Saras trousers already. "And I'm sure you taste verrryy nice," she drew out, giving Sara a slow kiss, running her tongue around all the ridges of her teeth before biting her bottom lip.

Sara groaned then shifted as Catherine moved to get up.

"On the floor, now."

What? thought Sara. She looked to Catherine's eyes for confirmation of what she thought she had just heard. She was met with a pair of now stony-looking blue eyes.

Sara complied, confused at her current situation.

All thoughts vanished when she felt her shoes being pulled off, followed by a quick yank on her trousers. She lay open to Catherine, her shirt still on, with only a pair of red panties beneath.

Sara gasped as she felt Catherine grab her thighs and move them even further apart, keeping a firm grip as she felt wetness slowly moving up her thigh. She could barely keep her head up to see what was happening, she was so dizzy with arousal.

She groaned as she submitted to the gentle touch on her upper legs and her head hit the rug.

Catherine was enjoying this. Still keeping Sara's legs wide apart, she set her fingers to work. Ignoring Sara's upper half, she saw that Sara's slit was wet, and slowly stuck her finger in, feeling the warm walls of Sara closing around it on reflex.

She could see Sara open her eyes in absolute torture before her, barely breathing as Catherine took her time.

"Fuck," Sara finally breathed, her heartbeat turning back to as normal as could be after she had held her breath for so long.

"Like that, babe? What about this?"

And with that, Catherine slowly inserted another finger, leaning forward and removing her hand from Sara's thigh so she could brace herself on the rug a little better. Her naked breasts brushed past the inside of Sara's thigh, and Sara felt tingles go up her spine, her nipples instantly hardening.

Catherine noticed this, but chose to ignore it, prolonging her exquisite torture. As she started to gradually move her fingers in and out, Sara's hips lifted to greet her, bringing her concealed clit closer to Catherine.

Not standing it any longer, Catherine let her tongue slowly part the slick folds of Sara's sex until she found what she was looking for. Still increasing the tempo of her fingers, and finding Sara's occasional groans and whimpers very arousing, Catherine slowly started to suck on the little nub.

"Oh........" was all Sara could say, as she quickly opened and closed her eyes. Unwillingly, Sara's legs began to close in, and Catherine could tell she was coming to her climax.

She increased the speed of her fingers once more, and licked past Sara's clit again, before she stopped.

"Oh, no, please don't do that to me!" Sara begged. Catherine smiled evilly, licking her lips before she went to give Sara a lingering kiss, letting her taste her own juices. Sara found this even more arousing, and almost screamed for Catherine's touch.

"Just this once," said Catherine, slowly working her way down again, but this time lingering on Sara's hidden breasts. They were pressing under the tight material, and Catherine massaged them under the fabric. Sara grunted, much to Catherine's surprise, and she continued her way back to the juncture of Sara's legs to continue her ministrations.

Sara cried out when Catherine's tongue met her clit, and it did not take long for the skilled Catherine to give Sara the most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever experienced.

Catherine lay down beside Sara, holding her tight. Sara, still in a post-orgasm glow, still felt turned on at the feeling of Catherine's breasts pressed tightly against her back. She could get used to the feeling, but for now, she turned round so that she was behind Catherine, her larger body spooning the older woman. She ran her fingers through Catherine's beautiful strawberry-blonde hair, and smiled when she realised Catherine was asleep, her deep breathing audible to Sara when she was up that close.

She smiled before she closed her eyes, knowing that, unlike some of the men she had known, Catherine would be there for her in the morning, and she could sleep in the safety of someone special.