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copyright 2004, by Ladi Jasmine
Disclaimer: CSI and it's characters were created by Anthony E. Zuiker. They are used herein without permission, but in the spirit of admiration and respect. No infringement of copyright is intended, and no profit, of any kind, is made by the creator, maintainer or contributors to this site.
I looked him up and down from my place behind the desk. I was keenly aware that I was sitting whilst he was standing - that my physical position was subserviant to his.
Physical position didn't mean everything though - at least not with us.
Still, this was my place. My Dominion; he simply held a place in it that was parallel to my own.
My equal. As much my Master as I was his Mistress.
I felt a smile flicker across my lips as I rose from my place. The words tasted strange even within my own mind. Deliciously strange.
I put myself on equal footing with him by holding his eye contact as my fingertips twisted free the buttons of his shirt. I took a moment to study those eyes; taking in the tension that lurks behind the cool exterior. Tension that was only visible to those who took the time to look.
Really, it was a wonder that either of us survived as well as we did; letting so few people in.
"Hard night at the office?" I found that I could not keep either the sarcasim or the concern from my voice.
He closed his eyes against the touch of my fingertips to his temples, "Sometiems I think they all are. Then again - if they weren't I wouldn't be human."
I felt him supress a shudder as I ran my palms flat up his chest to slide the shirt from his shoulders.
He looked at me looking at him and his mouth quirked into a half smile, he brushed a strand of hair gently out of my face, "Penny for your thoughts Heather?"
I drew his mouth down to mine and whispered against his lips, "Just that - of all the fetish clubs in Vegas, you had to walk into mine."
FIN
copyright 2004, by Ladi Jasmine