Summary: Sara returns to Las Vegas. Will the old gang welcome her – and her confession – with open arms?

Authors: Chris and Tim

Disclaimer: We don’t own ‘em. Jerry does.

Rating: You know us… NC-17 (at least)

Spoilers: Vague references to events in S1-S8. More detailed spoilers for “The Gone Dead Train.”

A/N: Forgive the frequent, and sometimes jarring, transitions. This was written as a role play.

Ch. 2

The phone rang only once before being picked up. “Las Vegas Crime Lab. How may I direct your call?”

Sara bit her lip. Did she really want to do this? That was easy. Hell, yes, she wanted to. Was she ready, though? That was harder.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” While she argued with herself, time had been ticking by. Sara heard the impatience in the female voice on the line.

“I’m looking for Catherine Willows,” Sara said clearly. Her heart rate increased, and her hand grew slick against her cell phone. “Is she in tonight or out on a case?” She didn’t stop to consider the fact that she wasn’t entitled to that information anymore.

Harsh reality intruded quickly. “I’m sorry. Supervisor Willows isn’t in the office. Would you like to leave a message on her voicemail?”

Damn it. “No. No, I’ll call back later.” Sara snapped her phone closed and glared at the steering wheel. Maybe she should just break down and call Catherine directly. This was stupid. They were friends. Or…they had been. Sara couldn’t do it, though. She hadn’t decided how to talk to Catherine. She needed more time. A drive would give her another chance.

Starting the car with a hard twist of her wrist, Sara pulled out of the McDonald’s parking lot and merged into the heavy traffic.

“Loretta? I’m heading home for the evening,” Catherine announce wearily. She pointed to the radio clipped to her belt. “I’m wired if you need to reach me.”

She got a wave and a smile in return. “You take it easy, Catherine. I know you. You’ll be chomping at the bit to come back in first thing.” Then Loretta’s smile faded a little. “There was a call for you a few minutes ago. No message, though. The woman said she’d call back.”

Hoping it wasn’t part of an ongoing case – and important – Catherine nodded and headed for the car. She couldn't believe she got sent home, but then again, she liked the idea of her friends looking out for her, and that is what they were, friends. Of course, she missed the fire of working alongside Sara, but with the additions of Riley and Ray along with Ecklie's idea of getting the techs like Hodges and Wendy out in the field, it was something new.

Taking every shortcut she knew and driving like she was running with lights and sirens on, Catherine made good time on her way home. She turned on some jazz after changing into comfier clothes, and instead of opening a bottle of wine, she opted to steep some tea and just relax. The emptiness of the house, since Lindsey was over a friend's house, got Catherine thinking of what she was going to do when her daughter would only be home during college breaks.

It had been a while since Sara had made this particular trip. She got lost a few times before finally finding her destination. Feeling faintly like a stalker, Sara eased the rental car along the quiet street. A single light shone in the living room window of Catherine’s house. Catherine’s Tahoe sat in the drive. She might be home. Sara pulled up to the curb and let the car idle.

This was her chance. If she chickened out now, if she left Vegas again, Sara knew she wouldn’t come back.

When the engine died, the silence was deafening. Ignoring the way her hand shook as she removed the key from the ignition, Sara opened the door and climbed out. She wasn’t going to run from this. If Catherine didn’t like what she had to say… then Sara could leave. Broken, hurting, but knowing she’d given it her best try.

Catherine was coming back after getting another cup of tea when the headlights shining into the front yard caught her eye. Before she got the chance to see if she knew the car, though, the lights went off. She sat back down on the couch and looked over at her bookcase, thinking about re-reading one of her books. Then she saw one of the photo albums was missing. She didn't have to look long before finding it on the second shelf of the coffee table. She picked it up and started looking through it and had to smile at the opening picture. It was from the first Christmas party with Sara, and Lindsey had taken a picture of the two of them together. Things were easier then, and even though they had their problems, Catherine still missed Sara - but she would never tell anybody why.

Sara’s first knock barely made a sound. Stifling a sigh at her own cowardice, she tried again. This time, a sharp report followed each contact with the door. That was more like it. Sara stepped back slightly and listened intently for any sound from inside.

The knock startled Catherine, and she didn't know who would be stopping by at this hour, so she left the photo album on the page with her and Sara talking together at one of the lab's functions. Even though Catherine could never admit it to herself, Lindsey seemed to know early that there was something driving there constant fights, but Catherine could never admit it to herself. She tried to look out the window to see who it was, but their back was turned, so she unlocked her gun from the safe and tucked it behind her back before opening the door. What she saw surprised her.

“Sara?”

Spinning around abruptly, Sara stared at Catherine mutely. When she saw a familiar eyebrow quirk up, she summoned up a strained smile. “Hi!” The word came out too forceful and high-pitched. Her smile disappearing, Sara cleared her throat and rocked on her heels. “Ah…hi, Cath,” she said in a more normal tone. “I was…I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop in to see you. And Linds.” Sara tacked the last part on because, now that Catherine was in front of her, all the plans she tried to make in the car seemed like bad ideas.

Catherine didn’t move – and her eyebrow didn’t drop.

Sara was busted. “OK. So I’m not here by accident,” she admitted in a mumble. “Can I come in?”

The only thing Catherine could do while her brain worked through the fact that Sara Sidle was standing on her stoop was arch her eyebrow, mainly because she knew it worked on the brunette, and after hearing the question, Catherine opened the door wider. “Come in Sara, please.” Catherine was internally kicking herself for sounding like a lovesick teenager. “Lindsey isn't here. Can I offer you something to drink? I have wine. I would join you with a glass, but,” she said holding up her hand, “I got bit by a woman with rabies and got treatment.” Catherine finally stopped talking since she was coming off like a babbling idiot.

“You OK?” Sara couldn’t help asking. “Rabies in humans is rare and the strains are more dangerous than the ones carried by animals.” She walked into the house and stopped after a few feet. She was here. They were talking…sort of. What should she do next?

The question was moot. Catherine closed the door and headed into the living room.

Feeling out of synch, Sara followed. The single light she’d noticed from outside cast a small circle of illumination on one end of the couch. Her eyes catalogued the cup of tea and the photo album on the coffee table. “Looks like you were settled in for the night. You sure you don’t mind my being here?” At this rate, Sara would never get to the real reason for her visit.

Catherine shook off her oddness before turning around and touching Sara, mainly to see if she was actually real. “I'm okay. They checked me out and got treatment, so I'm safe to be around,” she explained giving Sara a smile. “And I could use the company; the being attacked at a scene is still something that freaks me out. It happened to Ray and Riley a couple months ago, so Jim wasn't happy that I was doing a favor for Doc Robbins and not calling for backup.” Catherine knew by telling Sara this she was risking a strong response.

“You’re taking pages out of my book now.” Sara relaxed enough to smile. “Be careful. You know how the team gets when you do something stupid. You might find yourself with a permanent watchdog – and that won’t go with your new title.” Damn it. Sara broke off and bit her lip. She only knew about Catherine’s promotion because she’d called the lab earlier. Trying to hide her mistake, she dropped into a chair next to the couch. “I…I wasn’t just in the neighborhood, Cath. I came back.” She took a deep breath and met Catherine’s eyes. “I needed to do something.”

Catherine smiled at the brunette's concern, and Nick had said the same thing after it happened. “I see you and Nick are still thinking alike.” Catherine noticed Sara's mood took a somber turn, so she decided to lighten the mood. “So you heard about the list to spank Greg at Lady Heather's and decided to sign up.” Catherine sat down on the couch beside Sara.

It was so different from the thoughts in Sara’s mind that she simply stared at Catherine in shock. “Huh?” Then her brain caught up. “That’s it. I can’t believe you figured that out all on your own. Nick sent me an invitation.” She grinned and winked. “Do you know how hard it is to get a card decorated like a leather paddle delivered in the Amazon? All the native guides kept wanting to keep it.”

Sara leaned back in her chair and enjoyed Catherine’s chuckle in response.

“Seriously, Cath, I did have a reason for coming back.” Her hands rubbed up and down the legs of her jeans leaving sweat stains behind. “I…I wanted to talk to you.”

Catherine had always wanted to tell Sara how she felt, but never got the chance. And even though she was back, Catherine wasn't anymore sure she could say anything now. At least Sara came back, so Catherine moved and sat on the coffee table to give Sara her undivided attention. She thought about reaching out and touching Sara, but opted not to. “You know you could always talk to me, and I'll try and help you any way I can.”

“Thanks.” Sara cleared her throat and stared fixedly at the carpet. She was here. It was time. Why did she feel so numb? “I’m sure you can help, Cath. You see…the reason I came back…” Sara dragged her eyes up. “It was you,” she whispered.

She saw Catherine’s eyebrow twitch again and tried to explain the blunt statement.

“Gil was a mistake.” That wasn’t entirely true. Sara remembered his caring and support. The way he’d tried to change for her. “I thought I loved him, but he was more like a father. The father I never had.” The words started to stick in her throat. “I don’t love Grissom,” Sara forced out. “I…I love you.”

Catherine realized that she did her eyebrow move again. But after hearing Sara's admission, she started doing a goldfish imitation. “Sara... “

Her first response made Sara twitch, but Catherine reached forward to stop her.

“Don't go. Please.” Catherine could see the need for a reason to stay in Sara's eyes, “I feel the same as you do, Sara. I love you too.”

“What?” Shaking her head, Sara tried to get rid of the annoying buzz. Catherine hadn’t said she was in love with her. No way. Maybe skipping dinner had been a bad idea. Then again…maybe skipping the drink had been her mistake. “Cath…did you…you do?”

Catherine decided words didn't seem to work as well as she thought they would. She stood up and leaned down into Sara before lightly kissing her lips. “I do love you, Sara Sidle.”

Sara slowly smiled and then kissed Catherine back. “I love you, too.” She’d always thought saying that would scare her. Now, though… She wasn’t scared. Not at all. “Wow. I never…I had so many plans and speeches in my head. It feels weird not to have to trot them all out.”

Catherine winked and smirked.

“Yeah, yeah. I can just hear you saying it’s all my fault.” Sara heaved a dramatic sigh. “You know I’m not good with emotion. Give me a microscope and a Petrie dish, and I’m an expert. One four letter word, though, and I run for the hills.” Or the Amazon.

Catherine never did like when Sara decided to be overdramatic, so she decided to have fun with her new girlfriend. “Does that include all four-letter words?”

“Bitch!” Sara scowled at Catherine – and the reluctantly laughed. “Not all four-letter words, I guess.” Raising a hand, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stifled a yawn. It had been a long trip. She blinked, trying to stay focused. She had Catherine right where she wanted her. Or…something like it, anyway. Sara didn’t want to shatter the moment – not even for sleep. “Sorry,” she apologized. “My body still thinks it’s on a different continent. What do we do now?”

Catherine wasn't as tired as Sara seemed to be, but after the day/night she had, sleep would be good. Not with having just a little more fun with Sara, though. “I'm glad to see you still remember my favorite pet name.” Catherine quickly kissed Sara to stop any response. “And sleep would probably be good for both of us, and I can only offer you the other side of my bed. I let Linds turn the spare room into a dance studio.”

“Linds is a dancer?” Sara’s eyes went wide and she sat forward. “No way. The last time I talked to her, she wanted to work in the lab. What happened?” She held back an accusatory, “how could you let her do that?”

Catherine shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say? She is a Willows, strong-willed and stubborn. As long as she is happy, I will support whatever she chooses to do. You have to see her Sara. She is so beautiful and graceful.” Once she and Lindsey got past their troubles, their relationship started to return to normal.

Something wasn’t right. Sara slumped into the chair and tried to make her fuzzy head work. Lindsey was a dancer – and Catherine didn’t seem to have a problem with that. A dancer… “God, I really need to get some sleep.” Before she said something so out of bounds that Catherine tossed her out of the house. “I forgot all about Linds studying dance, Cath. I thought you meant she worked in one of the clubs on the Strip.”

Catherine wasn't going to ruin their new revelations over something small, but she decided to tease the brunette a little more. “The only stripper pole in the house is in my bedroom,” she said, standing up and pulling Sara out of her chair. “Come on, Sara. I can hear the bed calling us.”

So could Sara, much to her dismay. Catherine had said bed. One. That meant she was planning on them sleeping together. Sara wanted to pout and stomp her feet. There was no way she could stay awake and enjoy the experience to the fullest. “Can I at least get a show before bed? You know, like a bedtime story for adults?”

Catherine wasn't sure that Sara was serious, but little did the brunette know that Catherine was going to give her a show and wait to see if Sara would stop her. Catherine opened her bedroom door and pushed Sara through before closing and locking it behind her. She continued to push Sara until she sat on the bed. “I haven't done one of these is years, so I may be a little rusty,” she said straddling Sara's legs while starting to roll her hips.

Catherine smiled widely, remembering that she never put her bra back on after her shower. Catherine took Sara's hands into hers and placed them on her gyrating hips before taking the bottom hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Tossing the item behind her back, Catherine laced her hand above and behind her head and pushed her bare breasts closer.

CHAPTER 2

Sara’s eyes were glued to the shaking nipples only inches from her face. “Cath…” Her voice rasped out and all of the exhaustion faded under a wave of arousal. She hadn’t even dared to dream about anything like this. One hand rose and cupped Catherine’s right breast, stilling its motion. The nipple pressed tautly into her palm, hardening even more as she kneaded the fleshy mound.

She was so intent on Catherine that the ringing of the bedside phone tore a surprised cry out of her. Her head snapped to the side, transferring her gaze from Catherine’s naked torso to the cordless handset sitting on the nightstand.

Catherine stilled her movements, even though her one breast was still cupped in Sara’s hand, and picked up the phone. “Hello?” she asked, trying to make sure her voice wouldn’t give her away.

“Mom, can I spend the night at April’s? She wants my help with the new technique we learned,” Lindsey rambled while Catherine took slow and deep breaths in order to sound calm.

“Sure sweetie, I was about to go to bed when you called.” Catherine didn’t embellish.

“Thank you, mom. Love you.”

After returning Lindsey’s sentiment, Catherine hung up the phone and tossed it on the bedroom chair before re-focusing on Sara. “Now, where was I? Oh yeah,” Catherine said starting to gyrate her hips again while making sure to press her breast more into Sara’s hand.

Still lost in the unreality of the situation, Sara cooperated with Catherine’s clear (if unspoken) directions. She pinched and pulled on the nipple in her palm and used her free hand to stroke Catherine’s neck. When she felt Catherine’s hands slip under her shirt, however, some of the haze cleared. “Cath,” Sara whispered. “Cath, stop.”

The hands stilled for a second and Catherine’s head rose. Sara saw the confusion there.

“No. I mean…” Sara bit her lip and fought to get her thoughts together. It was hard, considering that Catherine was still pressed against her. “I really meant it about getting some sleep. I don’t want to make love to you tonight and then wake up in the morning thinking this was all a dream. I want to be completely here with you – physically and mentally – when we do this.”

Catherine leaned down and tenderly kissed Sara. “Okay,” was all she said before climbing off the Sara’s lap. “What is your pleasure for sleepwear? I could probably swing a wife beater and boxer shorts, but other than that, I don’t have anything to fit your freakishly tall frame.” They were both grown women so Catherine didn’t think anything of it as she undid her pants and pulled her panties down with them before walking over to the chest of drawers.

Sara’s eyes slammed shut – and then popped open again. It was a compulsion. No matter how much she screamed at herself to look away, she couldn’t. Catherine was beautiful, and Sara was far from immune. “Shorts and the shirt is fine, Cath,” she said softly. Sleeping together probably wasn’t the wisest choice. Her nipples ached and her core still throbbed with lingering arousal. All Sara could hope was that her very real exhaustion and her usually iron-clad self control would be enough.

Catherine enjoyed the stares that Sara gave. She tossed Sara’s shirt and boxers across the room, though, to put an end to their teasing before putting her own sleepwear on. Catherine also knew that Sara was shy when it came to her body, but that didn’t stop her from climbing under the sheets and then staring at Sara waiting to see the body she has lusted over for almost a decade.

Damn it. Sara held the clothes to her chest for a second and then climbed determinedly out off the bed. “I didn’t do this as a profession,” she mumbled before quickly slipping off the T-shirt and jeans she’d worn on the long flight. Catherine’s gaze burned her skin; she could feel her skin heat under it. Her hands shook slightly as she continued to undress, and her bra and underwear soon joined the rest of the pile on the floor. With relief, Sara dragged on the borrowed sleepwear and joined Catherine in the large bed.

Catherine loved the view Sara gave her, even though there was only a slight window. She got no butt shot, though. She slid closer to Sara until her mouth was by her ear. “You have beautiful breasts, Sara. Very perky.” And Catherine couldn’t wait to play with them. “I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get a peek at your yummy ass. It’s been taunting me since I met you.” Satisfied that she had teased enough for one day, Catherine kissed Sara’s neck. “Good night, Sara. Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Cath.” Closing her eyes, Sara listened to Catherine’s steady breathing. The sound lulled her, relaxing all of the tight muscles from the flight. The sensation lasted for a long minute as Sara floated…and then there was nothing.

The next thing she knew, bright light stabbed at her eyes. She tossed one arm over her face and groaned. Who the hell had left the blinds open? Slowly sliding her arm down, Sara peered blearily across the room. Catherine wasn’t in bed anymore. Patting the sheets, she realized they were cold. It had been awhile since Catherine had left.

Catherine knew she wasn’t much of a cook, but she could make eggs and pancakes like nobody’s business. Unfortunately, she only had two hands and had to improvise on her return to the bedroom. Instead of regular glasses for orange juice, she tucked champagne flutes in her boxers. The juice itself went into a cruet bottle that Catherine stuffed between her breasts. Since it was cold, her nipples were proudly displayed as she walked down the hall. Catherine toed the bedroom door open wearing a smile. “Breakfast is served.”

“Son of a bitch, Cath!” Sara sat straight up, eyes locked on the bottle nestled between Catherine’s breasts. What was she supposed to be eating? The waitress? Food wasn’t anywhere on Sara’s mind. She did manage to scramble off the bed, though, and help Catherine settle the loaded tray on the bed. Then, with eager hands, Sara stripped the orange juice from its resting place. “These look really cold, Cath. Let me warm them up.” Her palms covered both hardened nipples, fingers curling around the chilled flesh and stroking gently.

Catherine let her head drop back as she let out a low moan that grew in volume the more Sara stroked her breasts. “Goddess, that feels wondrous, Sara.” All the while, Catherine felt the moisture building up between her thighs. “Sara...” Catherine didn’t know what she was begging for, and she didn’t know if she wanted Sara to stop.

“I’ve got you, Cath.” Sara smiled at Catherine’s reaction, feeling her skin flush with pride, rather than arousal, at the plea. And I’m never letting go, she vowed silently. Making sure the tray was safe, Sara carefully maneuvered them onto the bed. “Breakfast looks good. Thanks for making it, but… I’m in a sharing mood.” Sara grabbed a piece of toast and held it out to Catherine. “Eat up, Cath. We’re going to need our strength. I’ve got plans for afterward.”

Catherine purred at what Sara had said before opening her mouth and biting down on the toast. She chewed as sultrily as she could while picking her own piece up and offering it to Sara. “Eat up, too, Sara. I’m not the only one who needs to keep their energy.” She had no idea what Sara had in mind after the meal, but she was going to let Sara drive if she wanted.

“Oh, I’ll be eating, too.” With a smirk and a wink at the double entendre, Sara took a bite out of the same toast and chewed slowly. When she swallowed, Catherine’s eyes locked onto her throat. Oh, yeah. Catherine was ready for something more than food. Too bad. She was going to have to wait…for a few minutes, anyway. Sara moved the tray between them. “Help yourself, Cath. If I try to feed you…” She grinned. “I might like the idea of cleaning up my mess, but I don’t really want to deal with sticky or gooey until after our first time.”

Catherine traced her eyes up and down Sara’s body. Sara had been taking better care of herself. She looked as she had when she first came to Vegas. Now, though, she was older and wiser. Sara was still beautiful, and her eyes were full of life... and desire. Catherine let her smile widen as she focused on the erect nipples poking into Sara’s borrowed shirt. After finishing off her eggs and a couple more slices of toast, Catherine wiped her mouth with a napkin before leaning back into the pillows.

Sara took the unsubtle hint and finished her own breakfast quickly. The tray went onto the floor – and Sara slid up the bed until she straddled Catherine. “I’m full, what about you?”

Catherine smiled brightly. “Not completely... sated yet.” She knew that Sara would understand exactly what she meant.

“That’s good,” Sara purred. “Neither am I.” Her head dropped, and she trailed her tongue between Catherine’s breasts. “I think I have an idea how to take care of our problem, though.” Her hands joined the game, cupping Catherine’s breasts while her fingers teased the hardening nipples.

Catherine moaned at the feeling of Sara’s tongue on her heated skin. “Oh, how I have dreamed of this, but it never felt this good.” All the while, her boxers were becoming more soaked with her juices.

“Dreams never do,” Sara agreed. So she hadn’t been alone in her fantasies. “Let’s see how the real thing measures up…” Continuing the manual caressing on Catherine’s breasts, Sara set her mouth against Catherine’s. Soft and wet and hot. The lips under hers opened, seeming to suck Sara’s tongue out of her mouth. She moaned as Catherine nibbled on the sensitive muscle.

Now that she and Sara were kissing, Catherine decided to let her hands learn about Sara’s body. She slid her hands up Sara’s shirt until they met Sara’s breasts. Catherine cupped them before bringing her thumbs up and grazing them over the hardening nubs. They both broke the kiss to breathe as Catherine continued to tease the brunette’s nubs. “I don’t know about you, but it’s getting a little warm in here.”

More than warm. It was desert hot. Sara leaned back and reached for the hem of her shirt. “Only one way to fix that.” The shirt came off easily, and Sara tossed it to the floor without looking away from Catherine. “I don’t know what we’re going to do for you, though. You aren’t wearing a shirt…” Grinning a little, she suggested, “I could get the orange juice again. That seemed to have you pretty cool earlier.”

Catherine felt her nipples tighten remembering how she had carried the juice into the bedroom. “There is some chocolate syrup in fridge. That might work, too.” She wanted to push harder but didn’t want to rush Sara too much. Leaning forward, she sucked one of Sara’s taut nipples into her mouth.

A moan tore from Sara’s throat. Oh, God… “Cath,” she whispered. This was so much better than fantasy. “Chocolate later.” Right now, all she wanted was more. More touching. More kissing. More Catherine. Pressing closer to Catherine, Sara threaded her fingers through Catherine’s hair and kneaded her scalp.

Sara’s reactions to Catherine made her smile as she twirled her tongue around the brunette’s hardened nub, and when Sara’s moans deepened, Catherine let her teeth surround the flesh before biting down lightly.

If she gripped any harder, Sara was afraid she’d pull Catherine’s hair out. That didn’t keep her from following her next impulse. Using her hold as leverage, she slowly moved Catherine’s head up and away from her nipples and repositioned it in front of her face. Their lips met in a bruising rush, and Sara relished the slight pain when their teeth rammed together.

Their earlier kisses were calmer, but Catherine could feel this one was going to be hungrier, more primal. Since Sara took away her new ‘toy’, Catherine reached her hand down and slipped it through the front of Sara’s boxers. As the kiss deepened more, Catherine slipped a couple fingers through Sara’s pubic hair until reaching her very heated center.

Sara moved her legs farther apart, giving Catherine permission to play at will. At the same time, she leaned over until both of them toppled onto the bed. The move put Catherine on top, and Sara wasted no time in wrapping her legs around Catherine’s waist. “Feels good, Cath.” Wanting to give back some of that pleasure, she reached out and raked her fingers roughly up Catherine’s back.

Catherine didn’t want to upset Sara, but her boxers were becoming a hindrance. Wiggling out of Sara’s embrace and removing her fingers from between Sara’s legs, Catherine yanked them off and tossed them off the side of the bed. “There, that’s better.” She wasn’t worried about Sara’s pair. Returning to her previous position, she slid her fingers back into the brunette’s shorts, driving two fingers deep inside. “You feel divine, baby; I have wanted to make you cum for years.”

Nearly purring at the renewed stroking and the new, unhindered view of Catherine, Sara nipped at Catherine’s neck. She angled her hips so that the fingers probing her core slid in deeper. “Looks like…you’re getting your wish…soon.” Sara’s muscles tightened in anticipation. A tremor built inside; it grew, threatening to explode through her skin.

Catherine let her fingers probe Sara’s internal walls until finding the right spot then she started working her g-spot hard. “Cum for me, Sara.” And to help Sara on her way, Catherine mashed her thumb into Sara’s clit.

Sara’s body arched off the bed in time with her loud moan. The room disappeared as her eyes slammed shut on the sight of Catherine’s intent blue eyes. Shudders racked her body for a long second before she collapsed back onto the bed. “Son of a bitch…” Feeling drained and euphoric at the same time, Sara fought the need to snuggle close and go to sleep. Catherine deserved better from her.

Catherine fingered Sara as she shuddered and spasmed through her climax. After her body stilled, Catherine pulled her soaked fingers out from Sara’s boxers and licked off some of the juices. “Mmm, that is so good.” Sliding both fingers into her mouth, Catherine made sure to completely clean them off.

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