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CSI. Sara/Cath. Femslash-Fluff. Locker room, Bad day.
Title: Had A Bad Day?
Author: Allie Summers.
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Description: Sara’s had a crappy day and Cath knows exactly how to cheer her up…
Sara’s fist met her locker door, hard. She winced and drew her hand back, cursing loudly as she noticed the broken skin and blood on her knuckles. “OW.” Her brown eyes filled with tears and she cursed again. Her brown hair fell in tangled, mussed curls and her black outfit was covered in pale dust. It had definitely not been a good day…and now, now she was stuck with an empty shift to use up.
Cath entered the locker room, not noticing Sara for a short while. She looked up when she heard the slam of Sara punching her locker. She tucked some stray blonde-red hair behind her ear and awaited Sara’s cry of pain…It came soon enough. Cath wiped her hands on her jeans and moved to gather a towel and some bandages. She then went around the block of lockers, silently approaching Sara, taking her bleeding hand and gently, slowly, lovingly raised it to her lips, carefully licking the wounds before drying the knuckles gently with the towel before wrapping the knuckles in the bandage.
Sara looked a little surprised but smiled softly. “Thanks…”
Cath smiled softly. “That’s ok Sara…Just remember…I love you…”
-The End –
Title: Had A Bad Day?
Author: Allie Summers.
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Description: Sara’s had a crappy day and Cath knows exactly how to cheer her up…
Sara’s fist met her locker door, hard. She winced and drew her hand back, cursing loudly as she noticed the broken skin and blood on her knuckles. “OW.” Her brown eyes filled with tears and she cursed again. Her brown hair fell in tangled, mussed curls and her black outfit was covered in pale dust. It had definitely not been a good day…and now, now she was stuck with an empty shift to use up.
Cath entered the locker room, not noticing Sara for a short while. She looked up when she heard the slam of Sara punching her locker. She tucked some stray blonde-red hair behind her ear and awaited Sara’s cry of pain…It came soon enough. Cath wiped her hands on her jeans and moved to gather a towel and some bandages. She then went around the block of lockers, silently approaching Sara, taking her bleeding hand and gently, slowly, lovingly raised it to her lips, carefully licking the wounds before drying the knuckles gently with the towel before wrapping the knuckles in the bandage.
Sara looked a little surprised but smiled softly. “Thanks…”
Cath smiled softly. “That’s ok Sara…Just remember…I love you…”
-The End –