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zombie_festTitle: Forget your troubles…
Author:femme_slash_fan
Written for:heeheegifted
Fandom(s): CSI
Characters/Pairings: Lady Heather/Catherine
Rating: FRM
Warnings: Zombies?? Elsewise none really…
Author's Notes: This could be a little bit odd.
Catherine Willows had always thought that she would be smart enough to not panic when faced with something like zombies, she had been proved wrong recently however and after a long while of thinking about how best to ignore what was bothering her she realised exactly who it was she needed to see.
After a while she had left her house, locking the door tightly behind herself. Lindsay had insisted on going with her father and she had let her, knowing the girl would be safer out in the country. Her car was full of her belongings and she had driven quietly and quickly to get to the other woman’s house.
She had taken her time looking around the car before heading into the doorway of the second house, locking the car instantly before knocking smartly on the door, praying that the other woman was in.
Her normally calm blue-green eyes held a hint of fear and she smoothed strawberry blonde hair back out of her face, smoothing her hands over her pants, trying to calm herself a little. She had been glad of the gun she now wore at her hip and when Lady Heather had answered the door she had been quick to get inside.
As Lady Heather locked the door, seemingly calm, she had looked around. It was only when she looked back to Lady Heather that she realized why she felt so calm, Lady Heather was always calm and seemed ready for anything.
The woman’s long copper hair fell in neat waves and she had tucked her hair out of blue-grey eyes. Her smirk was easy and she waited in silence for Catherine to speak. She seemed certain of what the woman needed but waited to hear her say it first. After a while she spoke herself, noting that although Catherine was a completely calm woman most days she seemed a little uncertain of herself.
“What’s bothering you?”
“The zombies?”
Lady Heather had smirked a little.
“You want a distraction?”
Catherine hadn’t expected that offer quite so quickly, although she had realised later on that she had wanted it from the beginning.
“Yeah.”
The admission had come shyly, which was unusual and not exactly how Catherine had expected it to come out. It had been worth it however as Lady Heather had instantly picked up on her shyness and smiled, a smile she rarely shared except with those she liked.
“Come…”
She had gone ahead of Catherine, pausing in the doorway to look back at the woman.
“I take it you brought the rest of what you need?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s get you unpacked then.” The softness in Heather’s tone had made it easy for Catherine to relax, the two working quickly to unpack Catherine’s car and get her settled. She had been relaxed for a while before Lady Heather offered her tea, the two sharing a quiet moment before Heather had addressed what she expected of Catherine in return for taking her in.
Catherine had paused then agreed to it. She had never wanted to become a dominant partner in any of her relationships but the idea of submitting herself to what Lady Heather demanded of her worried her a little. She had no doubts that Lady Heather would be gentle but she doubted she would do well at being the woman’s submissive partner. There had been plenty of times when she had allowed herself to be submissive but it had always been at her own decision and not that of another person, male or female.
The sound of a zombie battering against the door had given her the will to try anyway, the idea of having to repack her car and travel back to her empty home frightening her. When Lady Heather smiled she had found herself a little nervous about what the woman could have planned for her. She had willingly followed Heather up to the room all the same, her nerves showing only a little.
“What are you planning to do?”
Heather had turned to look at her and she blushed shyly, knowing she might well be about to find herself in a little trouble. She wasn’t used to being told what to do with herself and she was not used to having to check herself on what she said or did. It was soon easy to tell she was feeling a little nervous and her wince of discomfort when a zombie rebounded against the door was clear.
“Why do you ask?”
Heather’s voice had been quiet and she had turned to face the slightly smaller woman, noting the nerves instantly before adding a softer.
“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t like Catherine…”
Catherine had agreed finally, noting that she felt a little safer after the woman had said what she most needed to hear, glad she didn’t need to ask for anything more. She had a feeling it would take her a while to learn her place and when Lady Heather drew her further into the rooms she felt a small sigh of relief escape her. The woman had clearly chosen the normal looking room to start her training. She felt herself smile a little, her trust in Heather slowly growing as she found herself calming and relaxing, the zombies outside not such a drain on her time or inner strength once she spotted how well armed Heather kept her rooms, she had settled into the routine from the moment she had entered the woman’s home, knowing she had to try.
After a week or so she had begun to learn new ways to deal with her feelings and although she was struggling to control her temper at times she had grown a little smarter about it, finally learning to tell Lady Heather in private when she was having problems. She knew deep down she was lucky to have a gentle tutor like Lady Heather rather than one who used her as a punch bag to train her in her new ways. Of course she was still struggling a little to learn how best to say when she wasn’t feeling up to serving Lady Heather beyond the usual tea ceremonies. The woman had been kind enough but even so she was not always in the mood to serve as the woman’s hot water bottle or toy. Of course the two had had to work hard to get her even to this point and she had flushed a little the first time she gave herself over to Lady Heather, she had been a little unsure of herself and her unease had only become worse. Eventually Heather had stopped, releasing her from her bonds before she asked her what was wrong, easing the woman’s mental turmoil almost instantly.
As time passed further she had learnt to trust Lady Heather and slowly she had begun to trust herself as a submissive. Her first exposure to each object had panicked her a little and she had nervously admitted it each time, seemingly unsure of how Lady Heather would react. Each time she had been surprised by the gentle way in which Lady Heather had reacted, she had seemed unbothered by her fright and had instead given her time to grow used to what was happening and what each object did. Slowly the two had began to learn how each reacted to a problem and each night, for the first times since the zombies had begun to attack, Catherine had slept soundly, most nights in Lady Heather’s bed and arms.
After a full month had passed Catherine had gained herself a sign of her progress, Lady Heather’s gentle smile making her heart beat just that little bit faster. Since she had given herself over to her new placement as Lady Heather’s submissive partner she had become far calmer, finding she enjoyed the softness of Lady Heather’s voice and the times when she was free to talk as just herself and not the submissive she had taken it, finding each time that she asked a question she was rewarded by the answer. Even if she had been a little skittish at the beginning she was steadily learning to trust. The collar she had been given was a sign of that. Each time she grew a little too confident she had only to find herself touching her collar, a sign she knew her place, to regress back to how she was expected to be unless the rules had been relaxed.
Slowly the zombies had been dying off and although neither woman knew why they had already agreed not to part until they had settled their partnership as part of their former lives. Catherine had at first found herself not wanting to leave and although she knew she had to she had spoken softly when asking the other woman’s permission for one last time as equals. Once they had agreed that on her leaving date she would return to Lady Heather’s equal they had finally returned to their now shared bedroom.
The flow of their interaction was smooth at this point and Catherine had easily gone to the foot of the bed, allowing Lady Heather to collar her before moving to where she had agreed would always be their starting point. The two had stayed in sync as they moved together, Lady Heather taking her role as the dominant partner easily, Catherine allowing herself to slip into the submissive role with no trouble by now.
Things had started slowly and as Lady Heather gave her the permission she had always wanted to gain she had moved slowly and cautiously, taking her time as told before moving to accept Lady Heather’s first, gentle but passionate, kiss. The kiss would grow slowly as usual and she had submitted herself fully to Lady Heather’s hands and mouth, giving herself fully to the woman, knowing she would need to relaxation time to grow used to herself again in the role before she was needed to reciprocate. As usual it had taken her a while to grow to a needing level where she was forced to wait, kept waiting long enough that she ached to buck up into Lady Heather’s hand, she had not done so despite the longing and had soon been rewarded with a long and sweet release. Her own work was soon to begin and when she was given her guidance she had quickly and willingly done as she was asked, willing to serve Heather exactly as asked. She had been happy to gain Heather’s release and once she had she was willing enough to follow her orders fully, flinching only a little when she was sent from the room. She had gone easily, finding herself wondering if she had done something wrong for only a few seconds.
The time had passed quickly and when Lady Heather joined her in the hallway she glanced shyly across at the other woman, sensing something new was coming, something that both scared and aroused her.
Lady Heather had mentioned wanting to help her celebrate her birthday sometime around the first weeks of their new relationship and as time had passed she had forgotten to check time, finding herself a little startled by the realisation that this was her birthday.
The surprise of it had not eased when she found herself presented with a new collar, this one a little more decorated. Although she had earnt it she had found herself cautious about accepting it, giving in even though she felt a little shy. She could only hope that one day she would be used to it. It was only as she finished her meal and accepted Heather’s hand on her shoulder that she realised the room was silent.
The two had crossed to the front doors and when they had opened them they found nothing outside, no zombies and no other signs of problems. The plague was over.
Author:
femme_slash_fanWritten for:
heeheegiftedFandom(s): CSI
Characters/Pairings: Lady Heather/Catherine
Rating: FRM
Warnings: Zombies?? Elsewise none really…
Author's Notes: This could be a little bit odd.
Catherine Willows had always thought that she would be smart enough to not panic when faced with something like zombies, she had been proved wrong recently however and after a long while of thinking about how best to ignore what was bothering her she realised exactly who it was she needed to see.
After a while she had left her house, locking the door tightly behind herself. Lindsay had insisted on going with her father and she had let her, knowing the girl would be safer out in the country. Her car was full of her belongings and she had driven quietly and quickly to get to the other woman’s house.
She had taken her time looking around the car before heading into the doorway of the second house, locking the car instantly before knocking smartly on the door, praying that the other woman was in.
Her normally calm blue-green eyes held a hint of fear and she smoothed strawberry blonde hair back out of her face, smoothing her hands over her pants, trying to calm herself a little. She had been glad of the gun she now wore at her hip and when Lady Heather had answered the door she had been quick to get inside.
As Lady Heather locked the door, seemingly calm, she had looked around. It was only when she looked back to Lady Heather that she realized why she felt so calm, Lady Heather was always calm and seemed ready for anything.
The woman’s long copper hair fell in neat waves and she had tucked her hair out of blue-grey eyes. Her smirk was easy and she waited in silence for Catherine to speak. She seemed certain of what the woman needed but waited to hear her say it first. After a while she spoke herself, noting that although Catherine was a completely calm woman most days she seemed a little uncertain of herself.
“What’s bothering you?”
“The zombies?”
Lady Heather had smirked a little.
“You want a distraction?”
Catherine hadn’t expected that offer quite so quickly, although she had realised later on that she had wanted it from the beginning.
“Yeah.”
The admission had come shyly, which was unusual and not exactly how Catherine had expected it to come out. It had been worth it however as Lady Heather had instantly picked up on her shyness and smiled, a smile she rarely shared except with those she liked.
“Come…”
She had gone ahead of Catherine, pausing in the doorway to look back at the woman.
“I take it you brought the rest of what you need?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s get you unpacked then.” The softness in Heather’s tone had made it easy for Catherine to relax, the two working quickly to unpack Catherine’s car and get her settled. She had been relaxed for a while before Lady Heather offered her tea, the two sharing a quiet moment before Heather had addressed what she expected of Catherine in return for taking her in.
Catherine had paused then agreed to it. She had never wanted to become a dominant partner in any of her relationships but the idea of submitting herself to what Lady Heather demanded of her worried her a little. She had no doubts that Lady Heather would be gentle but she doubted she would do well at being the woman’s submissive partner. There had been plenty of times when she had allowed herself to be submissive but it had always been at her own decision and not that of another person, male or female.
The sound of a zombie battering against the door had given her the will to try anyway, the idea of having to repack her car and travel back to her empty home frightening her. When Lady Heather smiled she had found herself a little nervous about what the woman could have planned for her. She had willingly followed Heather up to the room all the same, her nerves showing only a little.
“What are you planning to do?”
Heather had turned to look at her and she blushed shyly, knowing she might well be about to find herself in a little trouble. She wasn’t used to being told what to do with herself and she was not used to having to check herself on what she said or did. It was soon easy to tell she was feeling a little nervous and her wince of discomfort when a zombie rebounded against the door was clear.
“Why do you ask?”
Heather’s voice had been quiet and she had turned to face the slightly smaller woman, noting the nerves instantly before adding a softer.
“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t like Catherine…”
Catherine had agreed finally, noting that she felt a little safer after the woman had said what she most needed to hear, glad she didn’t need to ask for anything more. She had a feeling it would take her a while to learn her place and when Lady Heather drew her further into the rooms she felt a small sigh of relief escape her. The woman had clearly chosen the normal looking room to start her training. She felt herself smile a little, her trust in Heather slowly growing as she found herself calming and relaxing, the zombies outside not such a drain on her time or inner strength once she spotted how well armed Heather kept her rooms, she had settled into the routine from the moment she had entered the woman’s home, knowing she had to try.
After a week or so she had begun to learn new ways to deal with her feelings and although she was struggling to control her temper at times she had grown a little smarter about it, finally learning to tell Lady Heather in private when she was having problems. She knew deep down she was lucky to have a gentle tutor like Lady Heather rather than one who used her as a punch bag to train her in her new ways. Of course she was still struggling a little to learn how best to say when she wasn’t feeling up to serving Lady Heather beyond the usual tea ceremonies. The woman had been kind enough but even so she was not always in the mood to serve as the woman’s hot water bottle or toy. Of course the two had had to work hard to get her even to this point and she had flushed a little the first time she gave herself over to Lady Heather, she had been a little unsure of herself and her unease had only become worse. Eventually Heather had stopped, releasing her from her bonds before she asked her what was wrong, easing the woman’s mental turmoil almost instantly.
As time passed further she had learnt to trust Lady Heather and slowly she had begun to trust herself as a submissive. Her first exposure to each object had panicked her a little and she had nervously admitted it each time, seemingly unsure of how Lady Heather would react. Each time she had been surprised by the gentle way in which Lady Heather had reacted, she had seemed unbothered by her fright and had instead given her time to grow used to what was happening and what each object did. Slowly the two had began to learn how each reacted to a problem and each night, for the first times since the zombies had begun to attack, Catherine had slept soundly, most nights in Lady Heather’s bed and arms.
After a full month had passed Catherine had gained herself a sign of her progress, Lady Heather’s gentle smile making her heart beat just that little bit faster. Since she had given herself over to her new placement as Lady Heather’s submissive partner she had become far calmer, finding she enjoyed the softness of Lady Heather’s voice and the times when she was free to talk as just herself and not the submissive she had taken it, finding each time that she asked a question she was rewarded by the answer. Even if she had been a little skittish at the beginning she was steadily learning to trust. The collar she had been given was a sign of that. Each time she grew a little too confident she had only to find herself touching her collar, a sign she knew her place, to regress back to how she was expected to be unless the rules had been relaxed.
Slowly the zombies had been dying off and although neither woman knew why they had already agreed not to part until they had settled their partnership as part of their former lives. Catherine had at first found herself not wanting to leave and although she knew she had to she had spoken softly when asking the other woman’s permission for one last time as equals. Once they had agreed that on her leaving date she would return to Lady Heather’s equal they had finally returned to their now shared bedroom.
The flow of their interaction was smooth at this point and Catherine had easily gone to the foot of the bed, allowing Lady Heather to collar her before moving to where she had agreed would always be their starting point. The two had stayed in sync as they moved together, Lady Heather taking her role as the dominant partner easily, Catherine allowing herself to slip into the submissive role with no trouble by now.
Things had started slowly and as Lady Heather gave her the permission she had always wanted to gain she had moved slowly and cautiously, taking her time as told before moving to accept Lady Heather’s first, gentle but passionate, kiss. The kiss would grow slowly as usual and she had submitted herself fully to Lady Heather’s hands and mouth, giving herself fully to the woman, knowing she would need to relaxation time to grow used to herself again in the role before she was needed to reciprocate. As usual it had taken her a while to grow to a needing level where she was forced to wait, kept waiting long enough that she ached to buck up into Lady Heather’s hand, she had not done so despite the longing and had soon been rewarded with a long and sweet release. Her own work was soon to begin and when she was given her guidance she had quickly and willingly done as she was asked, willing to serve Heather exactly as asked. She had been happy to gain Heather’s release and once she had she was willing enough to follow her orders fully, flinching only a little when she was sent from the room. She had gone easily, finding herself wondering if she had done something wrong for only a few seconds.
The time had passed quickly and when Lady Heather joined her in the hallway she glanced shyly across at the other woman, sensing something new was coming, something that both scared and aroused her.
Lady Heather had mentioned wanting to help her celebrate her birthday sometime around the first weeks of their new relationship and as time had passed she had forgotten to check time, finding herself a little startled by the realisation that this was her birthday.
The surprise of it had not eased when she found herself presented with a new collar, this one a little more decorated. Although she had earnt it she had found herself cautious about accepting it, giving in even though she felt a little shy. She could only hope that one day she would be used to it. It was only as she finished her meal and accepted Heather’s hand on her shoulder that she realised the room was silent.
The two had crossed to the front doors and when they had opened them they found nothing outside, no zombies and no other signs of problems. The plague was over.
