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femslash_fluff2007-04-10 09:49 pm
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Random Fluff: The Poll
Title: The Poll
Writer: zennie
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Summary: A betting poll at the lab has Catherine all riled up.
AN: Fluff is not my strong suit.
“So… you…”
“Me,” Sara agreed absently, her attention focused on the screen, watching for microscopic drops of blood or other fluids on the comforter.
“And Sofia.”
That got her attention. “What? Who? WHAT?” She stared at her girlfriend, a shocked expression on her face.
“Remember that rumor I started a couple of weeks ago, to see if anyone suspected that we were seeing each other?”
“Yeah,” Sara replied cautiously, remembering her objections to the silly idea in the first place. But Catherine had prevailed because, well, she was Catherine.
“Well, the guys started a betting pool.”
“So?” Sara narrowed her eyes, trying to get from the rumor to the poll to the idea that she and Sofia were sleeping together.
“Well, according to the brain trust that is our colleagues, apparently, the two of you make one red-hot sexy couple. Scorching, or so says Greg.”
“So Sofia won the poll…” Sara surmised, still unsure what this had to do with the blonde’s uncertain humor.
“Yes, apparently there’s all kinds of sexual tension between the two of you. AND apparently you’ve checked out her ass at a crime scene and who knows what her eyes are on behind those big aviator glasses she wears.”
Sara heard her girlfriend mumble fucking top gun wannabe under her breath, but she couldn’t resist a tease, “Well, Sofia is kinda cute.”
“I thought you liked your blondes a bit more feminine,” Catherine snitted, obviously in no mood to be teased.
“I do.” Sara met Catherine’s eyes calmly. “Catherine, it’s just a stupid betting poll. You don’t have anything to worry about, especially not me and Sofia.”
Catherine glared at her for another minute before she relented. “I know,” she said with a sigh, her shoulders relaxing but her lips still twisted into an unhappy pout.
Sara had a sudden flash of insight into what was bothering the other investigator. “So, um, what place did you come in on the poll?”
Catherine fixed her with another glare before answering. “Fifth.” Sara fought hard to keep a grin off her face as the blonde continued. “Apparently, you have more sparks with Wendy, Mia—who left like two years ago!—and Jacqui! than ME, your actual girlfriend. Apparently we radiate as much heat as a soggy dishtowel.” She huffed. “I did beat out Judy and that weird little underage girl who works in reception and the lunch lady in the cafeteria…”
“We don’t have a cafeteria…”
“It’s a good thing!”
Sara finally did laugh at that, “Catherine, sweetie, you are being silly. The guys were probably considering likely matches, and thought you were straight and therefore out of the running.”
“You think so?” Catherine asked, reluctant to be cajoled out of her snit.
“Yes. And besides,” Sara cocked an eyebrow and gave Catherine a look that left no doubt that she was thinking of their little tryst in the SUV right before shift had started, “we know there’s heat, even if the guys don’t.”
“True,” Catherine said, her mouth curling into a dangerous smile. “Let’s go home.”
Sara had been planning on putting in a couple of hours of overtime, but she followed her girlfriend out willingly, and when Catherine had turned and suddenly gave her a long, open-mouthed kiss right in the hallway, she didn’t complain.
Catherine’s glance over her girlfriend’s shoulder at Greg, Warrick, and Nick, open-mouthed and staring, told her all she needed to know. She knew by the time shift began that evening, she would be on top of that poll.
Writer: zennie
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Summary: A betting poll at the lab has Catherine all riled up.
AN: Fluff is not my strong suit.
“So… you…”
“Me,” Sara agreed absently, her attention focused on the screen, watching for microscopic drops of blood or other fluids on the comforter.
“And Sofia.”
That got her attention. “What? Who? WHAT?” She stared at her girlfriend, a shocked expression on her face.
“Remember that rumor I started a couple of weeks ago, to see if anyone suspected that we were seeing each other?”
“Yeah,” Sara replied cautiously, remembering her objections to the silly idea in the first place. But Catherine had prevailed because, well, she was Catherine.
“Well, the guys started a betting pool.”
“So?” Sara narrowed her eyes, trying to get from the rumor to the poll to the idea that she and Sofia were sleeping together.
“Well, according to the brain trust that is our colleagues, apparently, the two of you make one red-hot sexy couple. Scorching, or so says Greg.”
“So Sofia won the poll…” Sara surmised, still unsure what this had to do with the blonde’s uncertain humor.
“Yes, apparently there’s all kinds of sexual tension between the two of you. AND apparently you’ve checked out her ass at a crime scene and who knows what her eyes are on behind those big aviator glasses she wears.”
Sara heard her girlfriend mumble fucking top gun wannabe under her breath, but she couldn’t resist a tease, “Well, Sofia is kinda cute.”
“I thought you liked your blondes a bit more feminine,” Catherine snitted, obviously in no mood to be teased.
“I do.” Sara met Catherine’s eyes calmly. “Catherine, it’s just a stupid betting poll. You don’t have anything to worry about, especially not me and Sofia.”
Catherine glared at her for another minute before she relented. “I know,” she said with a sigh, her shoulders relaxing but her lips still twisted into an unhappy pout.
Sara had a sudden flash of insight into what was bothering the other investigator. “So, um, what place did you come in on the poll?”
Catherine fixed her with another glare before answering. “Fifth.” Sara fought hard to keep a grin off her face as the blonde continued. “Apparently, you have more sparks with Wendy, Mia—who left like two years ago!—and Jacqui! than ME, your actual girlfriend. Apparently we radiate as much heat as a soggy dishtowel.” She huffed. “I did beat out Judy and that weird little underage girl who works in reception and the lunch lady in the cafeteria…”
“We don’t have a cafeteria…”
“It’s a good thing!”
Sara finally did laugh at that, “Catherine, sweetie, you are being silly. The guys were probably considering likely matches, and thought you were straight and therefore out of the running.”
“You think so?” Catherine asked, reluctant to be cajoled out of her snit.
“Yes. And besides,” Sara cocked an eyebrow and gave Catherine a look that left no doubt that she was thinking of their little tryst in the SUV right before shift had started, “we know there’s heat, even if the guys don’t.”
“True,” Catherine said, her mouth curling into a dangerous smile. “Let’s go home.”
Sara had been planning on putting in a couple of hours of overtime, but she followed her girlfriend out willingly, and when Catherine had turned and suddenly gave her a long, open-mouthed kiss right in the hallway, she didn’t complain.
Catherine’s glance over her girlfriend’s shoulder at Greg, Warrick, and Nick, open-mouthed and staring, told her all she needed to know. She knew by the time shift began that evening, she would be on top of that poll.
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Very cute fic.
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*grins* I would truly love to read your take on that particular prompt.
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