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I NEED HELP [20 Feb 2006|07:42pm]

thesda
[ mood | productive ]

Sorry if I did this wrong but I need about 50 words to describe Lady Heather. I am making ICONS So please post some that you think fit her. I have Leather, Domination, Sex, Temptress, Teacher, Aggressive.

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[26 Jun 2005|03:07pm]

martinisnolives
Graphics!!
and I'm cross-posting like whoa!

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WARNING: COMPUTER-ILLITERATE NEWBIE [26 Aug 2004|11:38am]

daemonikk
[ mood | ditzy ]

I'm posting it wrong, I know, but fuck it. Probably in the wrong shipper for this...

Title: Scared
Rating: About R18+
Feedback: please...


Sara stood hesitantly at the top of the stairs, looking at the large wooden doors of The Dominion. She glanced down the darkened roads, scared that Grissom --or Catherine-- might step into the streetlight to catch her there. It was an irrational fear, she knew, but a fear nonetheless.
(What would they think,) a little voice seemed to whisper spitefully, (if they could see their little Sara here?)
Angrily, she forced that thought out of her head, and pushed open the door.

The lobby alone was stunning; polished wood stairs and wrought iron banisters led away to rooms unknown, a Persian rug lay on the floor before the marble front desk, where a blonde woman watched her curiously.
“Hello, may I help you?” The bright blue eyes seemed to spark as they locked on Sara.
“Umm…” Sara was doubtful for a minute, and wondered if she should just turn and leave.
“How long would you like?”
Sara wondered why that question seemed to bother her.
“Is this your first time here?” the receptionist asked after a few seconds, her head cocked a little to the side.
“Y-yeah. That’s not a problem, is it?”
The blonde smiled, showing clean white teeth. “No, of course not. Welcome to The Dominion. I’ll book you in for an hour.”
“Thank you...”
“If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll just tell our boss and-“
“Don’t bother any on my account…”
“It’s just procedure. She likes to see the newcomers personally.”

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I'm posting it wrong, I know, but fuck it. Probably in the wrong shipper for this...

Title: Scared
Rating: About R18+
Feedback: please...


Sara stood hesitantly at the top of the stairs, looking at the large wooden doors of The Dominion. She glanced down the darkened roads, scared that Grissom --or Catherine-- might step into the streetlight to catch her there. It was an irrational fear, she knew, but a fear nonetheless.
(What would they think,) a little voice seemed to whisper spitefully, (if they could see their little Sara here?)
Angrily, she forced that thought out of her head, and pushed open the door.

The lobby alone was stunning; polished wood stairs and wrought iron banisters led away to rooms unknown, a Persian rug lay on the floor before the marble front desk, where a blonde woman watched her curiously.
“Hello, may I help you?” The bright blue eyes seemed to spark as they locked on Sara.
“Umm…” Sara was doubtful for a minute, and wondered if she should just turn and leave.
“How long would you like?”
Sara wondered why that question seemed to bother her.
“Is this your first time here?” the receptionist asked after a few seconds, her head cocked a little to the side.
“Y-yeah. That’s not a problem, is it?”
The blonde smiled, showing clean white teeth. “No, of course not. Welcome to The Dominion. I’ll book you in for an hour.”
“Thank you...”
“If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll just tell our boss and-“
“Don’t bother any on my account…”
“It’s just procedure. She likes to see the newcomers personally.”
<She? Not her…> Sara thought in slight panic, as the receptionist punched some buttons on her mobile. She definitely wasn’t sure if she was ready for this.

A few moments later, feeling more than a little uncomfortable, Sara was following a red-haired woman up the flight of stairs. They stopped at the end of a long hall, the redhead occasionally glancing over her shoulder to smile at Sara. Sara blushed and looked at the floor as the woman knocked softly on the door.
“Come in,” came a rich, feminine voice from within the room.
The redhead held the door open for her, and Sara nearly stumbled as she stepped into what looked like a Victorian bedroom. If it wasn’t for the chains at the bed and hanging from the ceiling, that illusion might have been complete.
The redhead knelt beside her, head bowed and eyes closed. Sara wondered briefly if she should be doing the same, before the voice spoke again, just to her left. She turned quickly to face her handler.
“Sara? I thought it was you. Are you here for business or pleasure this time?” Heather seemed amused at Sara’s self-consciousness.
“Pleasure, my mistress,” Sara heard herself whisper.
Heather laughed softly, deep in her throat. “Very well, then. Someone has taken the time to train you, I see.”
She raised her hand to stroke Sara’s cheek, and Sara trembled at the touch. There was a ring on Heather’s index finger, with an emerald exactly the same shade as her eyes.
Turning to the redhead, Heather smiled at the poor girl visibly pleading for attention. She crouched down to the girl’s level, tilting her chin up with a fingertip.
“Come back in an hour, after she’s left. I want to see you sitting on the bed when I come in. Now you may go, Chelsea.”
“Thank you, Lady Heather,” the girl answered breathlessly, rising to her feet and shutting the door quietly behind her.
“Such a sweet girl,” Heather murmured, before glancing at Sara. “If you decide to return after tonight, you might have her.”
Sara offered a small smile. She didn’t know what else to do.
Heather seemed to pick up on her confusion. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get started, but it’s your money...”
Her voice trailed off invitingly as she began to walk towards the bed, her hand held out towards Sara.
She took it.

Heather fell back amongst the pillows, panting hard. “Oh, you are talented, sweetheart…”
Sara smiled humbly, and kept her eyes down. “Thank you, Lady Heather.” She was knelt beside the bed, licking her lips for the last traces of Heather’s taste. The welts along her back tingled warmly; the parts were the leather had bitten just enough to draw blood burned in a harsh but comforting way. The clawed marks on her shoulders from Heather’s nails felt fantastic. These small injuries would heal in a few days, she knew.
“Come up here, onto the bed.”
Sara stood obediently, and crept to Heather’s side. Heather wound her arms around her waist, pulling her down gently. The soft velvet of Heather’s skin felt unbelievable against her back.
Heather twirled a lock of Sara’s hair in her fingers, thoughtful.
“If you don’t mind me asking, who trained you?” The question was gentle, her voice mild and charming.
Sara couldn’t stop the lump forming in her throat as old memories stung at her heart. “Catherine.”
“Willows?”
Sara nodded silently. It hurt, damnit, talking about her. But she was still bound till the end of the hour.
“I always thought she would be.” Heather’s voice became softer as she traced the metal ring in Sara’s collar. “You were hers. And then she didn’t want you anymore, did she? So now you come here, looking for something like what she could give.”
Sara nodded, her eyes welling with tears. It had been almost a year ago, since Catherine had left. But that didn’t make the pain stop.
Heather leant down a little, her lips just touching Sara’s forehead. “I know how that feels, love. But you won’t find her here.”
Sara looked up into Heather’s kind jade eyes. She didn’t quite understand.
Heather wiped the tears from Sara’s eyes, letting a drop fall on her lips. “Don’t cry for her. If you must, try to go back to her, but it would be better just to forget about it. Find someone more deserving of you.”
Sara licked the teardrop from her mouth.
Heather smiled. “I don’t want to see you back here, do you understand? It will take far too much of your money.”
Sara laughed softly. “Yes, Lady Heather.”
Heather glanced at the clock on the wall. “The hour’s over. Just Heather, all right?”
“Okay.” Sara rose to her feet, and was still as Heather removed her collar. She wished that it didn’t have to come off.
“There is an ensuite if you would like to get dressed there,” Heather suggested, “but would you do me a favor before you go?”
Sara said yes immediately, not knowing what this favor might be.
Heather stepped closer to her, running a hand idly over her shoulders, the other caressing her neck. Without warning, Heather pulled her in close, kissing her hard and forcing her tongue inside Sara’s mouth. Sara melted in Heather’s arms, moaning softly into Heather’s kiss and flickering her tongue against Heather’s. Just as quickly as she had begun, Heather stopped, leaving Sara gasping. Sara tasted blood, but she didn’t care.
Heather stroked Sara’s cheek, looking into eyes slightly clouded with lust. “Stay strong, Sara. I do not want you to pay for me again.”
She leant closer, tracing the shell of her ear with her lips. “If you play your cards right, maybe you could have me for free.”
She stood back, smiled. “Now you may go.”
“Thank you, Lady Heather,” Sara whispered.
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[25 Jan 2004|04:44am]

just_calleigh
[ mood | awake ]

Title: Wash It Away
Author: Calleigh Anderson
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 140
Author's Notes: Another. It's 5am and I'm addicted.
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Calleigh Anderson - Appreciation [25 Jan 2004|03:49am]

just_calleigh
[ mood | chipper ]

Title: Appreciation
Author: Calleigh Anderson
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13-ish.
Word Count: 114-ish.
Author's Notes: My first attempt. I saw the community (whipcrackers) and bam! Lots of images. Cross posted to csi_femslash.

Dedicated to dejavoodoo because i wasn't ignoring you and because you're the most crazy marg fan i've ever met. I mean that in a good way. ;)
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[04 Jan 2004|05:28pm]

nursedianaklim
[ mood | devious ]

Because every ship should have its own community. So there.

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