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Perfect Match
By Corbeau's Alcove

PART TEN

The drive back to Catherine's house was a long trip, or at least Sara was beginning to think. Had Catherine changed her position on their relationship? Her declaration earlier had felt sincere and the fact that she had made it in front of her daughter excited Sara. Perhaps this meant she was serious. 'If only I could ask her now,' Sara mused. Having Lindsay talking a mile a minute was saving both women from an uncomfortable silence but it was it was making Sara incredibly antsy.

Catherine was similarly playing over the roller coaster of emotions she'd already experienced in this very new relationship. She knew she was falling for Sara but wasn't a teenager who could afford to have a relationship based solely on sex any longer. She needed a deeper connection. She needed equality of thought and conversation and Sara wasn't forthcoming when it came to what she was thinking.

In her anger she had finished it and she wasn't sure what possessed her to reach out only an hour after doing so but she felt it was true. Once Lindsay left she knew it would be time to lay all the cards out on the table. She shook herself out of her reverie to hear the tail end of the story Lindsay was telling.

"And then Tracey tried to hit Jason but she slipped over and hit her head. There was blood everywhere and the paramedics had to come. When she came back to school she had a scar on her head."

Sara smiled as Lindsay finished her story. She marveled at how excited she was when recounting a story. When she was Lindsay's age she had difficulty talking with strangers even if her parents knew them. She admired the way Catherine had brought her daughter up. She was polite and friendly and could talk forever.

Catherine turned into the driveway and laughed as she saw Lindsay run to the door. "Linds you know you can't get inside until I do."

"I know mom. You should let me have a key."

"Good try baby, but no."

Lindsay smiled, realizing that no matter how many times she tried to convince her mother it would be a good idea her mother always disagreed.

Sara had said nothing to Catherine since the pancake place and was finding it hard to now say her name. She followed both Lindsay and Catherine to the front door and finally spoke, "Catherine, can I wait here until my cab comes?"

"No Sara, you have to stay and see my room," Lindsay said brushing past her mom and grabbing Sara's hand. "But we have to hurry because Angie will be here in about ten minutes."

Sara had seen Lindsay do the same to Catherine the first time she had come here and thought Catherine was being dramatic but she realized now, in the same position, that Lindsay was quite strong. She followed her but turned to Catherine before she entered the room, "Catherine can you call a cab for me?"

Catherine nodded and smiled slightly as Sara disappeared into Lindsay room.

"Sara, this is my favorite picture, come look." Lindsay held out a frame decorated with sea shells and small multi colored fish. Inside it was a picture of Catherine laughing at what looked to be a beach. In the background Eddie was about to pour water on her. She had long curly red hair that went past her shoulders, was wearing a white shirt on that was wet and showing a black and white stripped bikini top. Her eyes sparkled as she laughed, something Sara felt she could watch for ever and never tire of.

"I love that picture, mom and dad look so happy. I know that they stopped loving each other but mom said that this time was happy for them because she was pregnant with me."

Sara traced Catherine's smile with her finger. She was jealous that Eddie had given her such joy. Obviously Catherine had been involved with other people. As had she. To think that Eddie had been able to give her Lindsay made her heart ache. She couldn't compete with that and she was worried that now Catherine had been able to think about it, Sara didn't make the cut.

"Sara, are you okay?" Lindsay asked.

Sara looked up at Lindsay who looked concerned. She then looked back down to the frame and realized she had been crying. Before she could respond she felt herself being hugged by Lindsay.

"I'm okay squirt. I think work is getting to me today. I must need more sleep." Sara said patting Lindsay on the back.

Lindsay took the photo and wiped it before replacing it on the shelf. "I'll tell mom, maybe she can drive you home."

"No it's okay. Don't worry your mother. Plus I can't go yet, I haven't seen the rest of your room." Sara said, hoping her subject change would distract Lindsay. She was glad when Lindsay smiled and began to tell Sara the story behind her favorite stuffed animal.

Catherine interrupted the story of the fifth photo on Lindsay's shelf to tell her daughter that Angie was at the door. Sara laughed as Lindsay kissed her mother quickly and was shocked when Lindsay repeated the same action with her. With that Lindsay was gone yelling bye as she slammed the door.

Catherine knew she needed to speak up. She took a deep breath and looked at Sara. Sara was fidgeting nervously but maintained eye contact. Sara was hoping Catherine was going to ask her to stay but wasn't optimistic so she stood up and made her way to the lounge room.

"Is the cab coming soon?" Sara asked, amazed that her voice was working.

Catherine had followed Sara and now stood in the kitchen, the bench separating them.

"Sara, I didn't call a cab." Catherine admitted.

Sara was puzzled. Surely she had spoken aloud when requesting she call for one. Perhaps Catherine was willing to drive her home.

"Well I need to get some sleep and I'm not one for endurance power walks so can I please use your phone?"

"Sara, I didn't call them because I want us to talk." Catherine said, walking over to the table and pulling out a chair. She motioned for Sara to join her.

Sara stood where she was. She wasn't ready for another argument.

"Please Sara."

Sara saw Catherine's posture slumped over the table. She had seen her deflated at work and it mirrored Catherine's current form. Her face bore the signs of frustration and fatigue and Sara wanted to hug her. Instead she sat down and waited for Catherine to speak.

"About today. I know we jumped into something very quickly. Perhaps that wasn't a great idea. I don't blame you for keeping things to yourself but I do wish you would open up with me."

"Catherine, I'm not as personable as you. I can't be. Besides, you've ended this so I don't think I need to open myself up to you."

Catherine ran her hand through her hair before replying.

"I was angry Sara. I was frustrated. I don't like having to wonder what you're thinking. I want you to tell me. That's how I'll want this relationship to work between us. I want to get to know you Sara. I want to know your aspirations, your fears, and your past. If you can't give that to me and everyday will be a struggle to break off a piece of you then I will walk away. I'm sorry if that sounds harsh, I'm not young anymore and can't find the strength to always be the one giving."

Sara stood up and walked to the kitchen needing to distance herself from the woman in front of her. However, Catherine wasn't willing to have Sara shut herself off just yet.

Sara turned to Catherine.

"It sounds too much like an ultimatum Catherine and I don't respond well to that. You have to have the power in every situation. I can't let you have it here. I have things inside me that can't just come out because you will it. Plus, you called it off and then told me that it's always been me. How can you have it both ways and expect me to pour my heart out?"

"I know I called it off and it was simply a by-product of my anger. I was telling the truth when I said you were the one Sara. I see great potential in you and I together. I just ask that you let me in."

Sara rubbed her forehead and moved closer to Catherine.

"I want to let you in but the adjustment to having you simply a dream to being a realistic possibility terrifies me. It makes me guarded towards you. It may be irrational and frustrating but it's instinct. Hell, even this now is more than I usually say."

Catherine laughed replying, "what did you usually say in a relationship then Sara, name, rank, and serial number?"

Sara smiled despite the situation. "No comment."

Catherine smiled and reached out for Sara. Sara couldn't resist and wrapped Catherine up in a forceful hug. She held on tightly for fear of Catherine simply vanishing.

"Catherine, I worry you'll leave me. I worry I'm not good enough for you. It goes through my mind more times than I care to admit. I can't stop thinking about it. Even though we've shared this intense time together and I know that you want me I can't stop it."

Catherine broke away from the hug so she could look into Sara's eyes. "Sara, honey I don't know how to allay that fear and I'm certainly not one to make a promise about a relationship, look at my own marriage. If you're looking at me for that then I have to tell you that this won't work. If you're willing to take it day at a time then I think we'll work."

Sara smiled and kissed Catherine lightly on the lips.

"Cath, I want you. I need you. If you'll let me take it slow then I promise to you that I'll come out of my shell and let you in. I'm already making progress and while you may not be able to see it I can assure you that you are bringing it out. You're crawled under my skin and into my heart."

Catherine found the last line brought her to tears. If this was Sara opening up to her then she was going to enjoy being a part of her life. Such a simple declaration made with no pomp or ceremony, simply the truth of the moment.

"Cath, don't cry baby," Sara said wiping the tears that were falling. Catherine reached up to grasp her hand and pulled her back in for another hug.

"Sara when you let yourself open up, you speak with such emotion. It's beautiful," Catherine said kissing Sara and allowing Sara's tongue to enter her mouth for a sensual massage. When they broke apart Catherine brushed her hand down Sara's cheek before speaking. "You're beautiful."

Sara blushed but didn't refute Catherine's claim. She patted herself on the back for the progression made there. She didn't second guess the compliment and while it made her uncomfortable to be praised by such a Goddess she saw that Catherine believed it.

Catherine let her hands travel slowly to Sara's buttocks and smiled when Sara flexed her cheeks under her touch. She yelped when Catherine's hand moved quickly up her back and undid her bra. She marveled in the speed Catherine possessed.

"Cat, are you sure we should do this now?" Sara asked moaning regardless and Catherine's hands covered her breasts.

Catherine stopped her movements grinning. "I'll stop then." She laughed when Sara pulled her top off. "I take that as a no?"

"Shut up and kiss me woman," Sara ordered. She pressed her now naked torso against Catherine's top. The friction was not helping Sara's need to see Catherine naked. She decided that she'd simply play with Catherine's breasts under her shirt. Remembering the front clasp, Sara undid Catherine's bra and pinched her nipples.

Catherine moaned into Sara's mouth as Sara continued to roll her nipples with her fingers. Her own hands dropped from Sara's breasts and tugged at her top. She needed to be naked with Sara. She wanted to feel breast against breast.

"Sara, honey. Wait."

Sara pulled back to see Catherine's lips swollen and her chest rising and falling dramatically. "What is it baby?"

"Don't worry, I just want this to continue in the bed. I want you to be comfortable when you're writhing under my touch. I want smell you on my sheets, to wake up with you," Catherine was silenced by Sara's demanding mouth. She thrust her tongue in only to be denied by Catherine's own tongue. She sucked on it until she felt Catherine relent.

"Show me the bedroom Cat, I need to see you naked."

PART ELEVEN

Catherine had heard men order her into their bedrooms but when Sara asked to be shown to her bed she trembled with desire that was tenfold to any previous sexual encounter. Her eyes came to rest upon Sara's nipples. They were erect. Catherine licked her index finger and traced Sara's areoles. Sara shuddered and just as she contemplated taking Catherine on the table, she felt herself being pulled by the hand into what she assumed was Catherine's bedroom.

"Sara, I need you," Catherine said as she pushed Sara up against the doorframe. Sara was unprepared for such an action and hit her head against the wood with a thud. Catherine stopped her assault. "Shit, Sara, you okay?"

Sara responded by grabbing Catherine and reversing their positions. She pushed Catherine up so she was straddling her thighs. She smiled smugly when Catherine moaned and pushed Sara's head to her breasts.

Sara didn't have far to reach Catherine's breasts, they were positioned just under her chin. With every movement Sara could feel their breasts connect, Catherine's nipples every so often touching her own and sending shots of passion through them both.

"Sara, the bed." Catherine hissed in between kisses. Sara ignored her, content on their current position. She enjoyed the weight of Catherine's body being supported by her own body. She especially enjoyed the feel of Catherine's thighs squeezing into her whenever Sara found a particularly soft spot.

"Sara," Catherine repeated. This time however the voice Catherine was sure was her own sounded ragged.

Sara knew that this time they made love she wanted it to be special. She released Catherine and followed her to the bed. Catherine sat on the edge pulling Sara by the belt strap. Sara allowed Catherine to undo her pants and slid them off. She now stood in front of her naked, her breath haggard. Catherine unconsciously licked her lips before kissing Sara's belly button. She then kissed the top of Sara's curls and smiled when she felt Sara thrust her hips in response.

"Catherine, strip." Sara commanded. She needed to see this glorious woman naked.

She sat on the bed, unsure how to sit. She thought about crossing her legs but found that would grant Catherine too much knowledge as to just how wet she was. Instead she sat on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor awaiting the show.

Catherine was amazed at how she enjoyed Sara dominating their sexual encounters. Dancing was a thing of the past for her but it was never far away from her mind. She hated it when men would want her to dance for them when they were dating. The looks on their faces, the bulge in their pants, it disgusted her. Dancing, performing for Sara was nothing like that. She wanted to excite her partner. She wanted to please her partner just as she did when they were in the locker room. She couldn't refuse Sara.

Sara worried she had gone to far when she saw Catherine hesitate. The first time she had discovered Catherine's exotic past she was immediately intrigued. Of course she wanted to feel the sexual energy and see Catherine's flesh but she had also wanted to feel a connection with that woman. As time went on Sara still remembered but knew she couldn't have it. Catherine had simply been an object of unattainable affection for her. Now that she had debunked that theory she wanted to see her woman dance and know it was for her alone.

"Cat, if you don't want to do it."

Catherine was shaken out of her trip down memory lane by Sara's voice. She realised she had been still for sometime now and it could be misconstrued as hesitation. She knew her actions would speak for themselves so ever so slowly she began to sway.

Her hips were hypnotic and Sara was afraid she was actually drooling. As Catherine touched her own breasts, Sara was afraid she'd soak Catherine's bed sheets. Catherine smiled and began a slow sensual dance towards Sara. She stopped just in front of her and undid her pants. She didn't pull them down but opened them slightly, slipping her hands into her underpants. Sara gasped as Catherine touched herself.

"Sara, touch yourself for me," Catherine whispered.

Sara wanted to but she wasn't sure if she could. She recalled the bathroom incident today when Catherine had entered her own sex but Catherine was more adventurous. Could she touch herself while Catherine danced in front of her? She had done it at home on numerous occasions, thinking about this very moment, but that was different.

"Cat, I'm not sure if I can," Sara admitted.

Catherine wasn't going to push Sara into performing the task she had requested. She knew Sara was easily embarrassed but she was caught up in her arousal. She simply nodded and pulled her pants down, taking her underwear with it. She stood completely naked in front of Sara and continued to dance.

Sara wasn't sure where to watch; Catherine's eyes which were burning their way into her soul, her breasts that were swaying in perfect motion with her hips, or the patch of neatly trimmed curls.

"Catherine you are so beautiful," Sara admitted.

She moaned when Catherine dipped two fingers into her own sex. She pulled them out almost as quickly and Sara could see the juices glistening. She gasped as Catherine licked them and followed Catherine's eyes to where they were locked on Sara's dark curls. Sara smiled and, licking two fingers, trailed them down her body pinching the erect nipples and moaning at the sensation. Catherine mimicked her and soon both women had entered their own wet cores.

Sara watched Catherine as she knelt on the floor and inserted two fingers. She longed to kiss her but also needed to touch herself. She was dripping and more than ready. She parted her legs and swirled her clit. Catherine had stopped her ministrations and simply watched, mouth agape, as Sara played with her clit. Sara threw her head back and began panting as she entered herself with one finger thrusting a few times before entering the second. She only went to the second knuckle, finding she was feeling uncomfortable. She usually stimulated her own clit and entered her core with a vibrator. She seldom entered with fingers preferring that to happen when with a lover. However, with Catherine she felt like she could do anything without being judged. She looked over to Catherine who was still kneeling and smiled as Catherine stared at Sara's centre.

"Sara, stop. I want to help you release." Catherine said finally finding her voice. She crawled over to Sara and pushed her onto the bed. Sara giggled as Catherine straddled her and began to rub her centre on her stomach. She could feel the wetness and needed to touch it. When she moved her hands closer Catherine batted them away saying, "No honey, you first."

Sara wasn't going to complain. She was on fire and in desperate need of release. She wanted to feel Catherine inside her. Catherine kissed Sara passionately, her tongue not allowing Sara to dominate. She pulled away kissing Sara's nipples quickly and smiling when Sara moaned in frustration. It was quickly forgotten when Catherine's tongue entered Sara's centre.

"Oh my God Cath," Sara yelled as Catherine curled her tongue inside her. She felt the thrusting and responded, moving her hips to the rhythm. Catherine's nose tickled Sara's curls and her hands reached up to flick Sara's nipples. Catherine played with Sara's nipples like she was flicking a piece of lint off a jacket, making quick strokes across them. Sara wasn't sure if she could concentrate on both sensations and soon felt as though she was intoxicated. Everything became a blur. She began to mumble words of encouragement, of love, but Catherine couldn't decipher it.

As she moved her hands away from Sara's breasts she looked up to see Sara open her eyes and stare. She had stopped touching Sara and simply hovered about her. "Sara, I love the way you taste."

"Cat don't stop, I need you." Sara pleaded. She was becoming frustrated so she grabbed Catherine's head and kissed her roughly. Catherine moaned and her hands began to travel down Sara's body. They continued kissing as Catherine entered Sara with one finger. She in turn gasped when she felt Sara rub her palms on her nipples. She arched her back into Sara and thrust with the same motion. Soon both women set a pace and rocked with each other.

"My God Sara, you are so warm and so wet." Catherine said as she thrust hard into Sara. Sara broke her mouth away from Catherine and yelled in release. Catherine circled Sara's clit as she came down for her orgasm but stopped when Sara flipped Catherine onto her back.

"Hon, I hadn't finished," Catherine complained.

Sara laughed and kissed Catherine's neck. "I don't want to be unconscious my love. Besides, I know you're in need of some release right here," Sara pressed her index finger in to the first knuckle. It was a very slight penetration and Catherine tried moving down the bed so Sara could enter her further. She pressed Sara down onto her body biting on Sara's neck. Sara hissed and returned the favour.

"Marking my territory," Sara said as she sucked on Catherine's pulse in her neck. She moved down and bit on her left nipple, her finger still not moving. Catherine tried to push Sara's finger in further with her hand but Sara was not going to be persuaded. She bit down on Catherine's right nipple, licking and then sucking on it.

Catherine was moaning Sara's name and moving her hips in time with the chants. Sara pushed one finger in, twisting it sideways. Catherine yelled and Sara claimed her mouth with a searing kiss.

As she was kissing her, Sara flicked Catherine's clit, enjoying Catherine's response to her action. She continued to thrust her finger, adding a second as she felt Catherine closing in on her release. She looked up to Catherine's eyes and they stared at each other until Catherine tensed, yelled and blew out a long breath. Sara then kissed Catherine's nipples gently and wrapped her body around the woman who she knew she loved. Catherine patted Sara's hair until they both fell asleep.

PART TWELVE

Sara could hear a blasting noise ringing through her head. She thought for one moment that it was Mariah Carey singing into her ear until she realised it was indeed the shrill alert of an alarm clock. She was lying on her back so she realised, in her sleepy stupor, that she'd have to roll over to turn it off. She rolled to her right hitting what she thought was the alarm. When her hand landed she was somewhat puzzled at the texture. It was soft and she knew her alarm clock was hard and cold.

"Sara honey, last time I checked my breast did not emit sound," Catherine said rolling to face her. "Well not directly at least," Catherine said with a smile

Sara shook her head, momentarily confused. It always took a shower and coffee to wake her up completely. Although, seeing Catherine naked could very well be another way to do it. She smiled as she cast her appreciative eye over the woman in the bed with her. Catherine was rubbing her eyes, her hair slightly flat on one side from the impact of resting on it. She looked beautiful even when she was just waking up.

"Sara, are you going to turn the alarm off or just deafen us?" Catherine joked as she kissed Sara's forehead reaching over to switch the alarm onto its silent mode.

Sara was about to respond to that comment when she realised her mouth could be used for better things. Like licking Catherine's breast. Catherine moaned in what Sara assumed was agreement of this idea.

"Oh good morning Miss Sidle!" Catherine exclaimed. She moved away from Sara's mouth and reached over to grab her robe.

"Get back here," Sara ordered. She felt it was a less than impressive order considering her voice sounded scratchy. Catherine laughed and shook her finger at her.

"No, we have to get up and go to work Sara. What would Gil say if you were late?" Catherine joked as she threw a white button-down shirt in Sara's direction.

Sara was amazed that she didn't even want to go to work. It had always been her reason to bound - okay stumble - out of bed. She caught the shirt and wondered briefly if it belonged to Eddie or one of Catherine's other male lovers. She wanted desperately to ask but knew it would probably be a set back in their discussion they had earlier.

Catherine noticed the hesitancy in Sara's movements. She came to sit by Sara on the bed, "Sara I would love to see you walk around naked but that wouldn't be terribly productive so please put this on. You can shower first, I'll make us something to eat."

Sara smiled meekly and did as Catherine asked. She rolled up the sleeves and gave Catherine a peck on the cheek.

"Can I borrow a towel and some sweatpants or something?" Sara asked. It was starting to eat her up inside that this shirt could have possibly been on a man who had shared this very bed with Catherine. Was this ritual something Catherine did with all the people she bedded?

"Sara honey, what is it?"

Sara tried to think about what she could say. She started to think of an excuse but realised that was how she always acted when she was in a difficult situation. 'This is different Sara, tell her what's eating at you. Honesty.'

Sara took a deep breath and replied, "I'm a little uncomfortable wearing this shirt."

Catherine frowned.

"Is it because it's too big? I'd give you something of mine but I'm not sure it'll fit. Our body shapes are a little different."

"No, that isn't it. Did someone else use to wear this Catherine?" Sara asked.

"Ah, now I get it. You think it belonged to Eddie or someone? Well it did actually." Catherine replied. Sara held her breath, dreading the answer. "It belongs to my sister. I was painting her house for her and had good clothes on. I didn't really want to get them blotted with dashes of pink and navy blue so she gave this to me. I kept it because I like the feel of it on me but seeing you in it I know that this shirt is now yours. You look so incredibly sexy." Catherine said, smiling as she ran her finger down the shirt.

Sara shivered at Catherine's actions. She was glad she had asked now. "Painting hey? Then why is it not dirty?" Sara asked, gasping as Catherine began to undo the buttons.

"I was called into the police station to pick up Eddie after he hit some bloke at a strip club." Catherine said.

"Oh." Was all Sara could say. She knew Catherine had stayed in contact with him after they separated. It was only natural considering they were linked through Lindsay. However, she hadn't realised that Catherine was still a contact for him if he got into trouble. Surely one of Eddie's friends could have been present at the police station. "Cath, can I ask you something?"

Catherine put her hands into the shirt and ran them up and down Sara's side.

"Sure thing hon."

"Were you and Eddie, ah were you and Eddie still sexually active even after you kicked him out?" Sara wondered what had possessed her to ask the question and regretted it when Catherine pulled her hands out of Sara's shirt and moved slightly away form her.

"I'm guessing you don't mean sexually active in the broad sense. As for my answer, I'm not sure that has anything to do with you Sara."

"Cat, I want to know about your life. I'm not trying to pry but I do think I deserve to know." Sara responded.

"Eddie and I were over way before it became a legal fact. He stopped having sex with me and started having sex with nearly every other woman with a pulse. Of course he'd come over drunk and lay the moves on thick and fast and yes there was one time we fell into bed together after a particularly bad case. I regretted it before, during and after."

Sara saw Catherine was looking anywhere but at her. Was it that she was embarrassed about her mistake or that she had to tell her current lover she had sex with a man who had died with no appropriate, according to Catherine, resolution to the case?

"Cat, baby, I had to ask. I'm not sure why but I did. He's a part of your life. He'll always be here between us. The case and its outcome and because Lindsay is his daughter. I can't ask you to shut off that part of your life. I'm jealous of those who have passed before me simply because I want you for myself. I'm especially jealous of Eddie because you saw fit to marry him and conceive a wonderful child out of it."

Catherine looked up as Sara was admitting her jealously. She wondered if Sara felt that her connection to Eddie would be a barrier that was too hard to overcome. She knew it was harder Sara knowing about Eddie because she had taken on the case and its consequences. She knew nothing of Sara's love life and she found she could pretend Sara never loved anyone, had never screamed in ecstasy for anyone else or opened her mind and soul for another.

"Sara you are right about the lasting connection but it in no way diminishes the need I have for you. Eddie is simply a part of who I was. Lindsay is a gift I would never give up or regret. To do that would be to shut off what brings me joy and happiness. You know in our job that people so often mistreat their loved ones. So I messed up the whole marriage thing and I hate that failure but it shows me that I'm not afraid to get back up and try to open myself up to another."

Sara smiled and kissed Catherine's hand. They sat in silence, collecting their thoughts until Catherine stood with a shot.

"Shit Sara, we've gotta start getting ready. You start before me and if we sit around here you'll be late!"

Sara looked over to the clock and was alarmed at the time that had passed. She knew she'd never make it home in time to get herself ready.

"I'm going to have to wear the same outfit to work and change there." Sara said getting up and hunting out her clothes. She turned to Catherine, "hey Cat, how did you know when I started work?"

Catherine blushed when replying, "I started to take note of that a while back, and obviously it was my mind telling me I had more than a passing interest in your movements. If only I had realised earlier." Catherine opened her closet doors and sighed in relief when she saw she had some clean clothes in there. "Anyway enough of that, come see if there is something in here you can wear."

Sara smiled at the confession and Catherine's suggestion.

"I would baby but as you so rightly pointed out, we don't exactly had the same body type. Your clothes would probably be a little short in the arm and torso area."

"Well I know Greg wouldn't mind seeing a little more of your flesh. Let's not forget those glorious legs of yours either." Catherine joked.

Sara grinned as she picked up her clothes.

"Shower?"

Catherine smiled, "I'd love to join you but fear the consequences."

"Funny, and highly suggestive but I meant can you direct me to the shower?"

Catherine handed Sara a towel and pointed to the bathroom down the hall. As she was leaving Catherine patted Sara on her naked behind, acting innocent when Sara turned around.

Sara showered and dressed in a matter of minutes. She had mastered the ability to minimise the time to get ready out of necessity whilst working. She wasn't terribly happy about entering work with the same outfit on because even though she knew Grissom hadn't seen her last shift and Nick wouldn't notice anyway, she knew Greg would and certainly comment on it. She often wondered if his behaviour bordered on obsession for he certainly knew about her in detail.

She left the bathroom, following the smell of coffee. She grimaced when she walked after having to forgo wearing her underpants. They were not in the best shape for her to wear them again, they had a very distinct smell to them.

"Howdy John Wayne," Catherine commented as she saw Sara walking like she had just stepped off a horse.

"Oh you're funny after you've woken up," Sara replied sarcastically, smiling her thanks as Catherine handed her a cup of coffee.

"That's not true, I'm funny all the time. You just haven't noticed before." Catherine said kissing Sara and tasting the coffee in her mouth.

"I've noticed you for a very long time Catherine. You just hadn't joked like that with me."

Catherine stopped pouring her own coffee and looked at Sara. She noticed the sad expression that clouded her face but saw it disappear just as fast.

"Sara, I never really knew how to approach you in that way. You always seemed as though you were a member of the team but always on the outside when it came to personal interaction. I know there was a surface interaction but you never seemed to offer up any personal information."

"I was afraid of opening up because then I'd see your disappointment at how pathetic my life is. I wanted to open up about Hank and my emotions when we went for that drink but I found that I couldn't. I didn't know how to tell you I had found him attractive but didn't feel the way I did when I looked at you. That I didn't see him in my future plans because all I could think about was you. If I had opened up like that I would have never been able to work with you again."

Catherine embraced Sara, kissing her all over her face.

"My dear sweet Sara. I wish I had told you about my suspicions regarding Hank but there wasn't that level of communication between us. That was partly my fault and it began as soon as you came to Las Vegas. It was a terrible start to a working relationship. You should have called me on it but you remained professional. I hated that, I wanted a confrontation so as time went on and you became an integral part of our family I kidded myself into thinking I could act as if that never happened. I never reached out to you until that day with Hank because of guilt. How terrible is that? I wanted to spend that time with you there is no doubting that but I ignored that part of my mind and thought about how this invitation could make you see I'm not that bitch you must have thought I was."

Sara sucked on Catherine's lip and traced her tongue across it. She took her time, wanting to express in actions what they had started discussing with words. Catherine moaned as Sara kissed her gently. It was a slow kiss, Sara gradually mapping out Catherine's mouth. Catherine's tongue traced the bottom of Sara's tongue, feeling her teeth and enjoying the texture. Sara slid her arms around Catherine's waist and pulled her closer as if she was trying to swallow her whole. Catherine ran her fingers through Sara's wet hair and began massaging her scalp.

When they broke apart they held hands whilst trying to catch their breath. They knew they had to be going. Sara tipped her now cold coffee into the sink and kissed Catherine's neck. She picked up the keys and threw them to Catherine who deftly caught them one handed.

"I'll drop you off at work and then I'll go see Lindsay." Catherine said as she locked up the house.

"I hope Greg is too busy trying to impress Grissom to notice I'm in the same clothes," Sara mumbled. She wasn't ready for Greg's teasing because she knew she'd not be able to stop the blush that would rise to her cheeks.

Catherine started the car and reversed out of the driveway. As she was turning she grabbed Sara's hand and placed the now clasped hands on her lap. They stayed like that until reaching work, not talking, simply enjoying the moment they had alone.

Catherine parked just out of view of the car park and killed the engine. She kissed Sara, her tongue darting out to lick her upper lip. Just as they were becoming increasingly excited they pulled apart realising they had to set boundaries for work.

"We can't afford a repeat of last shift, we've got to solve this murder." Catherine said.

"I agree. Just don't look so damn sexy and we can definitely do that," Sara replied as she leant in Catherine's hand which was tracing the outline of her face.

"Oh this is going to be impossible Sara if you continue to be oblivious to just how incredibly sexy you are. I told you before, you are beautiful. Plus, the knowledge that you currently have no underwear on excites me so much I may have to soon follow suit." Catherine said as she undid Sara's pants to see public hair on display.

"Cat, what are you doing?" Sara asked as she made a feeble attempt to do her pants back up.

"Having fun," was all Catherine said as she lifted Sara's pants up a little so she could comfortable run her finger down to Sara's opening. Of course it was made easier by Sara's unconscious moves. She had spread her legs and bucked her hips as Catherine's finger moved further down.

"Cath, please stop. I don't want a lovely wet patch on my pants and I don't want to shower again."

Catherine felt her own body respond and knew she had started something she shouldn't have. She pulled her hand out of Sara's pants and undid her own, pulling them down to pool at her boots. Sara watched in amazement as Catherine locked the doors and wound her window up all the way. She had no idea what Catherine was intending on doing but was dying to know.

Sara didn't have to wait long to find out as she felt Catherine straddle her. She knew they were about to have sex in the car so she too pushed her pants down as Catherine massaged her breasts through the shirt.

"Sara, we need to be quick," Catherine said as she grabbed Sara's right hand and placed it on her wet sex. Sara gasped as she felt the Catherine's juices wet her hand. She wondered how Catherine could have been so wet until she felt Catherine reach between their bodies to touch Sara's sex. They were both very wet and ready for intrusion.

With alarming ease Catherine penetrated Sara and thrust into her, pulling out all the way and re-entering once more. It didn't take much for Sara to reach her climax. Their mouths met in a heated dance and Sara pulled Catherine's hand away from her sex. Anymore stimulation and Sara was convinced she'd call in sick so she could make love to Catherine all day. She decided to take her mind of that idea by gently pushing Catherine against the dashboard. She smiled as Catherine's extended her stance and thrust her hips up.

Sara wiggled two fingers at Catherine and then entered her wet core. She didn't move her fingers, simply stilling them inside feeling the warmth of Catherine's sex. She felt the muscle wall quiver as she started to penetrate further, pulling and pushing with great ferocity. As she felt Catherine was about to release she bend her head down and captured the juices as they split. It was a hard maneuver but Sara thought the kink in her neck would be more than worth it as she tasted Catherine.

Catherine wasn't prepared for Sara's mouth and flayed her arms out in surprise. One hit the window loudly while the other almost ripped the rearview vision mirror off as she grabbed at it.

"Oh my God Sara, you are amazing." Catherine said as she sat back on Sara's lap trying to ignore the delightful feeling of her pubic hair against Sara's.

"I may need a massage later, my neck hurts after that," Sara laughed.

"You'll get one my sweet, and a very special reward. Later." Catherine said kissing her and realising she quite liked the fact that she could taste the results of their lovemaking in Sara's mouth. She got off Sara's lap reluctantly and pulled her pants back up. She turned and saw Sara was doing the same.

"Not exactly the more glamorous of locations but I did certainly enjoy the experience." Catherine said smiling as Sara blushed. Sara looked at the clock in the car and realised she had twenty minutes before she started work.

"What is it Sara?" Catherine asked, smoothing out Sara's top.

"I was just thinking that I need another shower now." Sara replied. They looked at each other and simultaneously started laughing.

Part 13

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