CSI: Sara/Sofia; Rated NC-17
Sara can't believe how amazing a lover Sofia is. Their first meeting, she thought the other woman was an uptight bitch. It just goes to show that first impressions aren't always the right ones. Oh she could be a bitch, definitely, but she was anything but uptight.
Sara smiles, remembering the first time Sofia asked to tie her up. Sara had been hesitant at first; most of her relationships had been vanilla. But you never get anywhere by avoiding the unknown, so Sara had agreed to try it once. She'd never realized that being restrained could be so erotic. The inability to touch Sofia unless the other woman specifically wanted it, the exquisite torture of knowing that her lover had complete access to her body and could do anything she wanted… well, it was a side of Sara she never knew existed. Gradually Sofia was teaching Sara, letting her be the one in charge.
That's not to say they blindfold, tie each other up, or use any other bondage accessory, every time. They usually reserved it for special occasions, to give their lovemaking an extra thrill.
Sara shivers remembering their recent foray into shibari. Sofia studied the art of Japanese bondage when she lived in Chicago, and waited until Sara was comfortable with bondage before approaching her with the ropes. The feeling of the ropes -- pain and pleasure -- only added to the ecstasy when Sofia was licking her pussy, or fucking her with a strap-on on vibrator.
Sara Sidle is never more free than when she is tied up: free to be anyone or anything she pleases, especially herself. She doesn't have to be "one of the guys" or feminine or masculine or whatever other label people try to put on her from day to day. She is free to just be.
Pulled out of her reverie, Sara is surprised to see Sofia walk into the locker room; the blonde's shift isn't due to start in an hour.
"You forgot these last night," Sofia says, holding out a pair of handcuffs. There is a playful twinkle in her eye that promises they'll use them again, sooner rather than later.
"Oh," Sara says, a lazy smile appearing on her face. Warrick and Nick are somewhere behind her; she wishes she could see the look on their faces. She takes the handcuffs. "Those are actually my backup cuffs, but thanks."
Sofia winks, turns and leaves.
Sara puts the cuffs in her locker and shuts it. She turns around to see Warrick and Nick staring at her.
"Does that --"
"Are you --"
She ignores their stuttering attempts at trying to make one plus one equal two bisexual women involved in a kinky relationship with each other. "Later, gentlemen," she says and leaves them drowning in curiosity.