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So Sure We Were On To Something:
Take Three
By L.
one
“Sharon Stone did win for ‘Casino’.”
“For the hundredth time: no, she didn’t.”
“Well, who did then?”
“I don’t remember, but it wasn’t her...”
“She was fantastic in it, though.”
“Yeah... But it wasn’t her... Juliette Binoche?”
“What?”
“‘The English Patient’?”
“No, no... That was the year after. Did you watch that? Didn’t you read the book?”
“Well, yes, but –”
“Why would you ruin a great reading experience with a mediocre movie?”
“Because, -”
“That’s a wonderful book, why do they keep -”
“Kristin Scott Thomas?”
“Huh?”
“Kristin Scott Thomas.”
“Well, it’s that.”
“I even enjoyed ‘The Horse Whisperer’ thanks to her.”
“The only reason I watched THAT was Scarlett Johanssen.”
“That's disgusting, she was what, 12?”
“What's up with Robert Redford? How come an old suitcase gets to play lover boy to women a third his age?”
“He was beautiful in ‘The Way We Were’.”
“Yeah, but that was like sixty years ago.”
“Still... ‘What’s too painful to remember...’”
“‘We simply choose to forget.’”
“Yeah...”
“Yeah...”
“Susan Sarandon.”
“What?”
“In '95, for ‘Dead Man Walking’. Susan Sarandon.”
two
Sara skidded to a halt and jumped out of the car, right where Catherine and Greg stood waiting.
"Sorry I'm late."
"No problem," Greg smiled.
She turned to Catherine.
"Where do you want me?"
"Where do I want you? Oh, I don't know..." Catherine winked at Greg, "I get to choose?"
"Catherine..." Sara glared at them.
Catherine laughed.
"You can't hand us an opening like that and NOT expect me to waltz right in, Sara."
Sara shook her head at Catherine doing phony dance moves in the gravel, and went to get the bags out of the car.
"Oh for Christ's sake, can we just get to work?"
"Well, you're the one that's late," Catherine snickered. "We've been here for half an hour conjuring up images of what you'be been up to..."
"Catherine!"
"Lighten up, kid. You take yourself way too seriously."
"Yeah, well.." she rolled her eyes at Greg.
"Oh, fuck you."
The three of them proceeded systematically and uninterruptedly with the processing of the scene.
three
Sofia and Sara came sauntering down the corridor to Catherine's office, walking close, hands and arms swinging in tandem.
"And then Grissom said..."
"What?"
"'Rude am I in my speech,
And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.'"
"He didn't."
"Sure did, I just -"
"Othello?! Please..."
"Exactly."
"So what did you do?"
"I said: 'But words are words; I never yet did hear...'"
"'That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear.'"
"Uhu."
"Excellent."
"'I am declined into the vale of years.'"
Sofia knocked at Catherine's door and opened it when she heard the muffled 'come in'. She held it open and let Sara pass.
"'Not if anything to say about it I have'”
"Oh, stop it."
"You started it."
"Oh yeah? If I rememb -"
"Stop it the both of you," Catherine sighed, "you make me sick".
four
Sara was on her back with Sofia straddling her, head thrown back. Her long hair falling over her back, flowing.
Sara held Sofia's hips loosely and started tugging, making her intentions clear.
"This moment, this... It doesn't belong to you, it belongs to me..." she mumbled.
She heard Sofia's smile, and exhaled slowly as she felt her lover move up against her.
After, Sofia watched Sara's hands and turned them gently this way, that way...
"God, how sex implores you," Sara hummed.
"Where on your palm is my little line," Sofia wondered. "When yours is etched on mine as an old memory?"
Sara stretched out her fingers and slowly waved them around.
"You're waiting for 'then'," Sofia continued gently, "when I'm right here with 'now'".
"Why are you always so... weird after we've made love?"
"'Cause you turn my brain to goo?"
Sara smirked.
"Cool... I can live with that."
She leaned over her and kissed her again.
"Not until I'm ready for you," Sofia swatted at her, "You're way too pleased with yourself..."
"You don't have to be ready, I am..."
And she was.
"Thank you for reminding me of the fact that there's always something to distract me..."
And then.
"With all your talk of Newton..."
"Yeah?"
"I'll give it all, I'll give you all... I'll surrender everything..."
"Shh... Don't... Let's just..."
Again, and again, and...
"I'm not a Pandora," Sofia rolled over, willing Sara to touch her. "I'm much more like that girl in the mirror..."
"Between you and me?" Sara smiled sleepily and let her eyes close slowly, "she doesn't stand a chance of getting anywhere at all".
Not anywhere at all.
"No," Sofia whispered as Sara slept, "she can't have it all. But she can try."
five
"Sara, you have a moment?" Catherine called out as Sara passed.
"Sure, Cath."
They stepped into Catherine's office. She carefully closed the door and watched Sara sit down.
"I'm starting to worry about you, Sara. And I know Gil won't say a word..."
"What are you talking about?"
"You. You and Curtis."
"That's really none of your business."
"It is when you're late to work four times in two weeks. It is when you compromise evidence, that soil sample?"
"I went back the same day and fixed that. And besides, I have weeks of overtime overdue, and you know it."
Catherine moved from the door and half-sat down on her desk, right in front of Sara, drumming her fingers impatiently.
"Whatever. I need you sharp and focused, Sara..." She grinned, "and not on Curtis' bony ass".
"Jealous much, Catherine?"
"Screw you."
"Don't keep your hopes up..."
"Don't be ridiculus. You know, I can just imagine the two of you;" she made a waving motion. "Comparing notes... Reading the latest issue of the Forensic Examiner..."
"Shut up."
"Oh, wait, wait, wait! I can SEE it: how you light up some vanilla scented candles and make up pop quizzes on proper crime scene procedures..."
Sara rose.
"Shut up! Or I swear to god, I'll..."
She stepped closer and raised a trembling hand.
"You'll what? Bore me to death with a lecture on fingerprint lifting techniques?"
"Shut UP!"
She grabbed Catherine's face and forced their mouths together.
Catherine grasped at Sara and tried to push her away, but Sara was stronger and it only made them stumble around, knocking a chair over, until finally they ended up with Catherine pressed up against her desk.
Sara ripped her mouth back, but kept Catherine's face in a vice grip. They stared silently at each other, wild eyes searching, until Catherine lunged forward with a growl.
Someone groaned.
Someone whimpered.
Someone hissed a 'yes'.
Sara reached down to Catherine's ass and started hoisting her up on the desk, sending folders and files flying, spiraling to the floor.
She pulled up Catherine's shirt and unbuttoned it swiftly, then she pushed up the bra and roughly caught a breast. She released Catherine's lips with a gasp and lowered her mouth.
Catherine's slacks were unzipped and peeled low, lower, but they were tight, almost too tight. When Sara got them low enough, she sqeezed her hand in.
She barely noticed Catherine moaning please, her gasped fuck me's.
She barely noticed Catherine biting, marking her neck.
She barely noticed Catherine clawing her back.
She barely noticed the door swing open.
"Sara?"
Catherine's eyes snapped open, "Sofia?"
Sara's head whipped up.
She looked: her left hand was still almost violently holding onto a breast, her other hand was shoved down between Catherine's legs.
She raised her eyes.
They looked with panic at each other. Their chests heaving, mouths open, both panting like dogs.
Like animals.
"No, no, no, no, no, no..."
Sara recoiled, and stumbled backwards.
"No, no, no, no, no, no..."
Catherine was struggling with her pants, trying to get them up, get them on.
"Go, Sara, you still have time..."
Sara gaped at her, shaking her head.
"Oh, god, Cath, I'm so sorry, so sorry..."
"No, no Sar', it's me. I'm sorry... Now go, GO!"
And she went.
She found Sofia in her car, head resting against the weel. She opened the door and motioned for Sofia to scoot over and climbed in.
"Sofia, I..."
"Don't fucking say it. Don't you dare..."
They sat in silence.
"Just tell me this..." she closed her eyes and frowned disgustedly. "How long has it been going on?"
"Nothing's going on... It's just..."
Sara rubbed her eyes.
"She's been pushing, and pushing, and teasing, and taunting... And I, I... I just snapped."
"She's been doing that for years, Sara, what changed? What was different this time?"
They both knew the answer to that.
"You. I'm with you now."
Sofia let out a humorless laugh and looked away.
"Sofia, please..."
Sofia shook her head, no.
"How do I fix this?"
"You don't."
"But I must, I have to."
Sofia didn't answer.
"Tell me how to fix this."
The End