Title: One Night in Vegas
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
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Date in Calendar: 23 June 2007
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami
Date Written: 20-22 June 2007
Word Count: 3110
Written for: inlovewithnight's one night stand challenge
Written for: FemSlash Advent Calendar :: Dog Days of Summer 2007
Written for: smut_69 table of prompts
Summary: Natalia's last minute trip to Las Vegas turns into a better idea than she'd initially planned.
Spoilers: CSI ep 6x21 "Rashomama" & CSI:M ep 4x21 "Dead Air"
Warnings: Girl + girl = smut. Don't like? Fuck off.
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Author’s Notes: This was originally for the one night stand challenge. Actually, it was based on the idea that I've not written a Sofia/Natalia yet. That's how it started. And history was made. This was a yummy story to write… Booya!
Beta: Shatterpath, as usual
Dedication: My muses, for playing along...
"One Night in Vegas" by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
I'm still not sure what possessed me to fly all the way to Las Vegas for the weekend.
Oh wait, that's right! Eric Delko. Just the thought of him pimping me out to Ryan, giving him money, irks the hell out of me until my fingers cramp around the stem of my wine glass. With a concerted effort, I let go of the defenseless stemware and run my hands through my hair. Maybe it was a bad idea coming all this way for some 'me' time. Or maybe the bad idea goes more with coming into this bar tonight. I can just as easily get drunk and maudlin by myself in my hotel room.
Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths, attempting some sort of balance before any decision on staying or leaving can be made. As I sit there, the music washes over me; it's not quite the pounding pulse beat I'm used to in Miami, but it's close enough to lose myself in. I've had just enough wine to dull the sensations roiling through my body. I can't help but move to the thumping bass.
Draining my glass, I take off to lose myself in the middle of the dance floor. A quick pat assures my micro-purse won't go anywhere, and I step into the sea of bodies. The music isn't familiar, but the beat's strong and my body starts moving. I don't need a partner, I just need the music and the mellow buzz of the three glasses of wine I've had.
"Hey, baby," comes a voice from behind me, suddenly in my ear. "Are you tired? Because you've been running through my mind since you walked in that door."
Rolling my eyes at the lame pick-up line, I can't help stiffening at the sudden presence at my back. I really don't like strangers barging into my personal space like that. I shouldn't be as sensitive, especially out in the middle of a crowded dance floor, but dancing close and this are two entirely different things. "Sorry," I reply, barely turning my head enough for my mysterious suitor to hear me. "I’m not interested."
Hands lightly gripping my waist make me stiffen even more, adrenalin shooting through my system to counteract the warm wine haze. "Oh, come on, baby. You been sending me those bedroom eyes of yours ever since you walked in, and now you out here on the dance floor, shaking that pretty ass just for me. Don't tell me you're not interested. Don't tease your daddy like that."
Daddy? Oh hell no, I don't think so. Despite my initial panic, I turn around and shove my now-unwanted suitor away. "I said I'm not interested, so go the fuck away!" That this annoying person is a big, butch woman doesn’t change my mind.
"Oh, lookee here, the kitten's got claws," she chortles, moving close again. "Daddy likes her baby to have some spunk. Always fun to break that independent streak."
My hands clench into fists, partially to hide the faint tremors of fear at the way this is turning. I don't need this shit. I came to Vegas to get away from everything, not encourage some damned diesel bull dyke. "Look, I'm not your baby. I'm waiting for my date who got caught up in a meeting. So no, I'm not interested. Fuck. Off."
She starts to come toward me again, and as I take a step back, I feel another hand in the small of my back. Fuck! "Hey, baby, sorry I'm late. The damned lawyers wouldn't back down until we made a couple concessions. But it's done now, and I'm here."
As she speaks, her tone more soothing than anything else, and in a tone I should recognize, I turn to face my hopeful savior. Plastering a broad smile on my face, I snuggle and kiss her cheek. Wrapping an arm around her back to complete the look, I can feel the pistol in the small of her back. Now it makes sense: she's a cop. "It's okay. You're here now."
"What the fuck? She ain't your baby."
Those beautiful blue eyes regard the dyke evenly. "Get the hint, Margie. The lady's not interested and she's not alone. Go find yourself someone else to play with."
There's a minute shift in her stance as Margie-the-dyke moves as if to step closer again. In the end, their brief standoff ends with Margie-the-dyke wandering off with a dark scowl on her face. I feel oddly safe in this woman's arms, and I don't even know her name. But she's a cop, and cops are supposed to be the safe, protective ones. I hope my impression is correct that she's one of the good ones.
"Thank god, she's gone," I mutter, more to myself than to her.
"Yeah, sorry about that lame pick-up line. It was the first thing that popped into my head, based on what I'd heard you say. Margie can be pretty adamant when she wants something…or someone."
"It's okay." I take this moment to get a closer look at my benefactor. Besides the gun and those electrically blue eyes, I finally see that the long hair teasing my cheek is blonde, pale but still darker than Calleigh's, and framing a very pretty face. I bite back a smirk at the sight of a toothpick dangling out of the corner of her mouth. Okay, that's kinda sexy in a butch cowboy sort of way. "I'm just glad it worked out in the long run. I, um, take it you know her?"
"Oh yeah," she replies, smiling as my body starts to move against hers to the music, and her light grip on my waist tightens ever so slightly. "Margie's like a permanent fixture here. All the regulars know enough to steer clear of her, unless they're into that sort of thing. But the visitors don't know her, and they titillate her in ways I just can't explain. I find I'm on the clock far more than I care to be around here when Margie's in the house."
"Well, on behalf of us visitors, I thank you for doing that…" And I realize I still don't know her name yet. "Um..."
"Sofia," she says softly, just the barest hint of an accent I can't place putting a lilt to the name. "Sofia Curtis."
"Thank you, Sofia," I reply, savoring the flavor of her name on my lips. "I'm Natalia."
"So tell me, lovely Natalia the visitor, where are you visiting Vegas from?" she asks, shifting to face me, arms still around my waist as our bodies move to the music. I let my own hands frame her hips initially, careful to leave the pistol alone, but soon they move to rest around her neck. I can't help wanting to fondle that long, gorgeously straight hair.
"Miami," I supply readily. "I needed to get away from… Well, let's just say I needed to get away."
"And are you enjoying your stay in the city of sin?" There's a teasing lilt to her tone that is incredibly sexy, and I realize that I'm enjoying this flirtation with Sofia.
"Outside of Margie, this is a wonderful weekend away. I've never been here before, so everything's new." And the next words are out of my mouth before my brain can recall them. "Care to show me a good time?"
Her blink of surprise is quickly replaced by a darkening of those lovely eyes. Damn it! Am I really sure I want to be doing this? Just because she says she's a cop doesn't mean she really is. But everything about her body language screams out cop. I'm so confused. I really shouldn't have left my hotel room tonight at all. She feels safe, but I've been wrong before; in honesty, I've always been wrong about the men in my life.
"That request can be taken a number of ways, Natalia," she says slowly. "Care to enlighten me on which way you're intending? Far be it from me to turn into another version of Margie."
I hesitate a brief second to consider her question. What exactly is it that I'm doing here? Damn it, I don't want to be cautious and safe right now. I trust this woman, I can't explain how, but I do. Besides, she doesn't have any information on me other than my first name and where I came from. A grin slowly makes its way across my face as I lean in to tease a kiss across her lips. Her grip on my waist tightens, pulling me closer, and I feel bold enough to nip at her lower lip.
"So I guess you don't want me to leave you to your own whims now?" she drawls lazily, a husky note to her voice, when I pull back to stare into those darkening eyes. All I can do is chuckle and tug lightly at her hair in response before she leans in for another, deeper kiss. My body presses closer to hers, enjoying the feel of her shirt against my bare arms. One of her hands glides down to squeeze my ass reflexively, and I can't help the moan bubbling up and swallowed by her tongue delving between my lips. "We should get outta here," she rumbles sexily when she releases me from the kiss.
"My hotel's just down the street," I supply easily, forcing my fingers to untangle from her luscious mane of hair.
"Did you drive?" When I shake my head, she grins ferally and pulls me out of the club and stops next to a big black SUV. She presses me against the side of the vehicle, still more-than-warm from the sun, for another of those extensively probing kisses of hers. I suck in a much needed lungful of oxygen when she releases me from the kiss and takes a step back to study me intently. "This is your first chance to back out, Natalia," she says in a tone that reminds me Calleigh when she's got a suspect where she wants him but doesn't want him to know that. "Your last chance won't be right outside your hotel room door, but the moment you tell me no. Unlike Margie, I'll respect your wishes implicitly."
My hormones are racing, and I'm more turned on than I have been in a while, but I am eternally grateful for the graceful out she's offering me. Not that I'm going to take it right now, but it's nice to know that she'll respect my wishes if I say no. Armed with that knowledge, I push off the vehicle and nip at her lower lip as I dig in her pocket for the car keys. Sofia chuckles and fondles me shamelessly as she lets me in. The trip to the hotel is blessedly short and quiet. I know better than to distract the driver.
Once we reach the hotel, she parks and turns off the ignition, but doesn't move right away. Shifting to face me, she studies me for a long moment, as if committing my face to memory. I move only enough to give her better access, but say nothing. My hormones are still humming happily, but I'm also grateful for the moment of contemplation. It allows me the opportunity to study her, too. And then I suddenly realize what's going on here: she's waiting for me to make the first move, leaving the decision to me once again. I smile flirtatiously and lick my lips as I get out of the truck. The minute my door opens, Sofia's out of the truck and around to my side. Good to know I'm not the only one anxious here.
If asked later, I won't remember a damned second of the elevator ride up to my hotel room, other than the presence of one Sofia Curtis looming sexily in my personal space. At my door, I fumble to find the key, my clumsiness exacerbated by the fact that Sofia's curled her body around mine, hand splayed just above my pubic bone. Finally, Sofia grabs the card from me and opens the door, shoving me through with a healthy thrust of her hips.
Sofia closes the door and leans against it. "Undress for me?" The request is soft, underlined by the heavy heat of her gaze.
Without thought, I pull off my purse, tossing it and my room key on the dresser. My shoes come off next, and I let my toes stretch in the luxurious carpet. There's not much to my little dress, but I take my time shimmying out of it, slowly revealing my body to her appreciative, hungry eyes. The moment the A/C kisses my naked skin, I can feel my nipples tightening even more. I feel a little self-conscious under her scrutiny, and she must realize that because she holds out a hand to me. Wrapping her arms around to hold me close, she nibbles another kiss across my lips, and I giggle girlishly as the material of her clothes tickles my skin.
I begin the slow process of undressing her as we stand there, kissing, careful not to ruin her clothes, as she'll need them when she eventually leaves. I kiss and nip at her skin as it’s revealed to me, delighting in the taste of her. With each inch of skin revealed, her own hands become bolder in exploring my own body, fingers mapping out the planes of my skin.
"C'mere," I murmur, backing into the room until I can sprawl out on the bed.
Sofia certainly doesn't hesitate in stripping off the last of her clothes before joining me on the bed. Her lips find one of my nipples, one hand gliding unerringly into the humid arousal between my thighs. Two fingers sink effortlessly into me, her thumb teasing at my clit. My body's responding to her much faster than any other lover of late. An image of Eric's face swims behind my closed eyes, and I feel my body stiffen ever so slightly in reaction.
"Natalia?" Her husky voice holds a note of concern.
I shake my head, banishing all thoughts of the men back in Miami. "It's okay. My mind was being perverse." I tighten my muscles around her fingers when she tries to remove them. "Please don't? I want this, I want you."
Sofia studies me for another moment before grinning devilishly. "Good," she murmurs and begins to nibble her way down my body. Each sucking kiss is followed by a stream of cool air, leaving goose bumps in its wake. By the time her lips latch onto my clit, I'm squirming like a worm on a hook. With her tongue teasing my clit, she rhythmically thrusts three strong, steady fingers into me, and I'm coming faster than I'd expected, body trembling spastically.
Sofia barely lets me recover before she begins her sensual assault on my body again. Oh my, this is going to be a long night…
~ ~ ^ ~ ~
Later, I don't know how many hours have passed between our bouts of fucking and sleeping, I wake up shivering and alone in the bed. Panic sets in, and I can't see in the darkness of the room. Just as I can feel the odd tears of abandonment welling in my eyes, the bathroom door opens to reveal her silhouette, still naked, coming toward me. I let out a sigh of relief as she wraps herself around me again.
"Hey, what's with the tears?" she asks sleepily, drawing the pad of her thumb across my cheek.
"I thought you'd left," I whisper, feeling foolish for my reaction.
"Nah, just needed to pee. I wouldn't leave without letting you know," she reassures me. "Besides, I kind of like you, and I'd like to get to know you. I mean, I know you're only here for the weekend and all, but--"
"I'd like that," I reply quickly, cutting her off. "You're certainly making Las Vegas a worthy consideration for future visits."
"Any time you're in Vegas, you give me a call, and we'll definitely get together."
I'm warmed by the confidence in her tone. "Same thing if you ever get to Miami, you know. I've got a great house out there with a bathroom to die for."
She chuckles and brands me with another of her sensuous kisses that leave me wanting more. "So tell me, Natalia, what is it that you do for a living in Miami that you had to get away from?"
"I'm a DNA analyst for the Miami-Dade Police Department."
"Wait a minute!" Sofia says, pulling back to stare at me. "You're a CSI?"
"Not really, no. I got a federal grant to rebuild their lab, and I was allowed to work on their cold case backlog." I ignore the tingling I get at the back of my throat every single time I utter the lie. "But it's a damned good lab. Why do you ask?"
She chuckles and lightly trails her fingers down the curves of my spine. "I used to be a CSI for several years here. I'd qualified for my shield and got volunteered to be a CSI. Just became a detective about a year ago. Best damned decision I've made in a long time."
She speaks fondly of her work, and I can tell it means a great deal to her. "And you don't get any shit for not being straight?" The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. "Sorry."
"It's okay. There are a few guys who're assholes, but mostly they don't seem to care. Of course, I don't exactly flaunt it either. What about you?"
"My coworkers don't know," I reply softly. "I tend to date guys for the most part because… Well, let's just say my upbringing frowns on homosexuality. I'm finally to the point where I can be myself and do what I want, but sometimes it's hard."
She nods slowly and strokes my cheek. "Thank you for trusting me with this side of you. I'm honored." Before I can say anything, I yawn loudly, jaw popping from the effort. She chuckles and kisses me lightly. "Back to sleep for us. We can talk more in the morning after we've had some sleep. Maybe I'll even play tour guide, if you want."
I snuggle in against her side, feeling safer and more at ease with this relative stranger than I have with anyone else in a long, long time. At least for now, life can't get any better.
And with that thought, I drift off to sleep.