Fics for 2015 #052 ~ Karmic Chameleons (for femslash100 drabbletag6 request by femme_slash_fan)
TITLE: Karmic Chameleons
AUTHOR:
kerkevik_2014
FANDOM: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
PAIRING: Catherine Willows/Lady Heather Kessler
PROMPT: Catherine/Lady Heather - Need - requested by
femme_slash_fan
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 200
Catherine missed Warrick more than ever with Grissom gone.
She'd sworn never to let a man do that to her again, but dead he gripped her tighter than ever.
She was driving home from a case; found herself only a block from Lady Heather's home.
And now here she was, standing at her door.
She was rescued from having to make a conscious choice when the door opened and there she was; nobly imperial in her bearing as ever, though the old accoutrements were absent.
She was invited in before she'd even had to concoct an alibi; as if Heather had expected her.
They sat and talked quietly; drinking tea, about Warrick naturally.
And Gil, as Lady Heather referred to him; their daughters, Sofia, Sara; Warrick some more.
Heather produced some preciously crafted; very delicious Indian food; sweets and, full of flavors, savories.
There was wine and music, as they talked some more, until it was almost light.
Lying beside Lady Heather in her bed, feeling better than for a long time, Catherine wondered if this is what happened with Grissom.
She felt as needed here, as she needed to be here.
Catherine stroked Heather's hair; resting on her shoulder.
Goddess watch over us all,
Kerk TehKek
AUTHOR:
kerkevik_2014
FANDOM: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
PAIRING: Catherine Willows/Lady Heather Kessler
PROMPT: Catherine/Lady Heather - Need - requested by
femme_slash_fan
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 200
Catherine missed Warrick more than ever with Grissom gone.
She'd sworn never to let a man do that to her again, but dead he gripped her tighter than ever.
She was driving home from a case; found herself only a block from Lady Heather's home.
And now here she was, standing at her door.
She was rescued from having to make a conscious choice when the door opened and there she was; nobly imperial in her bearing as ever, though the old accoutrements were absent.
She was invited in before she'd even had to concoct an alibi; as if Heather had expected her.
They sat and talked quietly; drinking tea, about Warrick naturally.
And Gil, as Lady Heather referred to him; their daughters, Sofia, Sara; Warrick some more.
Heather produced some preciously crafted; very delicious Indian food; sweets and, full of flavors, savories.
There was wine and music, as they talked some more, until it was almost light.
Lying beside Lady Heather in her bed, feeling better than for a long time, Catherine wondered if this is what happened with Grissom.
She felt as needed here, as she needed to be here.
Catherine stroked Heather's hair; resting on her shoulder.
Goddess watch over us all,
Kerk TehKek