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Author's Disclaimer: "CSI: Crime Scene Investigators," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis, and CBS Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "CSI: Crime Scene Investigators," CBS, or any representatives of Jorja Fox or Marg Helgenberger. So there.
Author's Notes: Consistently, my best PWPs (or the closest I can get to a PWP) are always my first in a new genre. I've been waiting for months for these two to rattle something loose, and away we go!
Date: 7-22-02
Ah, it was good to see them happy and bouncy after all these years. We'd all been through so much and these weird mini-reunions were good for all of us. There was Carlos, the lean, mean fighting machine, who even now looked wasted and dangerous. He was a big puppy dog though, and adored the two women at the table. There was Dominique, inky dark and mysterious as moonlight, who'd been everything from a hooker to a dominatrix, and the kindest human being I'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. And then there was Catherine, smooth, witty and gregarious. She was the most successful of us, had fit in the most effectively with real life. Even if her career choice was characteristically perverse. And me? I was the quiet one, though they would say that I was the dangerous one. Walking cliché of war survivors, that was us.
“Hey Chris, you need a refill?”
Catherine's voice broke through my musings and I nodded. She was the only living being who could ruffle my hair and not end up with a broken wrist. If I hadn't been mockingly glowering after her, I would have missed the interaction as effectively as our table companions. Intent on getting through the patchy crowd in the mixed bar, Catherine suddenly started in surprise and focused in on something. Or someone. So I followed her gaze where it followed a lanky, dark haired woman.
As Cath made her way back the table with beers in hand, she took note of my curious look and returned it. I would have to wait for exactly the right moment to confront her about so blatantly scoping out another woman. This would be fun.
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They were friends from the streets, from rehab, from the days when we had needed one another's support to survive. Any chance we got, we'd get together and reminisce to remind ourselves why we went through the pain and suffering. Clean and sober, the worst of our sins left behind, we were now productive members of society.
I loved hanging out with these friends in whatever combination happened to be around. There was a distinct feel about their presence. That why I'd been so shocked to see Sara, for she was out of context. Dom and Carlos were cackling about their latest round of one-upmanship as I approached the table with the next round of drinks. As the game continued, we grew drunker and the subject matter grew more risqué.
“Oh don't look so prissy, Cath,” Dom laughed at me when I wrinkled my nose at the tale of her latest sexual exploits. The woman had no shame, had never had any shame, but always played safe, so my expression of distaste was merely for show.
“Though, I must say that you do get all the fun,” I sighed melodramatically.
“So do something crazy,” Dom shrugged and the men smiled evilly.
“Like what?” I challenged back and she merely looked angelic.
“There's that dark-haired temptress that caught your eye earlier.” Chris offered with predatory quiet. Instantly, the other two perked up as I stared at him.
“Temptress?” I asked in genuine confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“About 5'8, slim and curvy, moved with that loose-limbed gracefulness that I've always admired in women?”
I was too shocked to respond. “Why, Cathy,” Dom purred suggestively. “Did Chris catch you checkin' out a girl? 'Bout time you gave that a shot.”
It took another minute for me to realize that he meant Sara and my heart started pounding.
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It felt good to hang out with the rest of humanity, especially someone I actually knew. I had met Janet back in school in California and we'd kept in touch half-heartedly after she had moved to Nevada. When I had been hired to join the Las Vegas CSI, I'd sorta looked her up. As a doctor, she was busy and we were both workaholics. Then that case had shaken me so badly and I'd franticly tracked her down. From that desperate need for human contact, we'd become good friends in a very short time. We'd laughed frequently about the opposite yet similar nature of our careers. While she had become a full MD, determined to save lives, I had turned to the forensics sciences to decipher how they had ended.
The easy quiet between us ended when Janet's wandering attention focused and she sat up straight. “We've got company,” she smiled winningly. It was a reaction I rarely saw, as it was mostly men that came onto us, and Janet was generally uninterested. Oh, but she looked interested now! Then I swiveled in my chair just as someone stepped into my personal space. Now, I'd had enough police training that I generally didn't care to have complete strangers get all friendly with me so unexpectedly, but this time there was no bristle. I noted the strong, curvy figure wrapped in gold and black, the trio of beer bottles in plainly manicured hands, felt myself smile as I caught a view of very nice cleavage framed by enough buttons undone to do more than just tease. Then my smile froze into brittle shock when I recognized the face and the hesitant grin.
“Catherine?” I almost squeaked and scrambled to sit up and possibly look more lady-like. The woman had always made me feel like a lummox, with her catlike movements and easy charm. She had a way of being outrageous without stepping over that invisible line.
“Hi,” she said so softly that I read her lips more than actually heard her. Looking sheepish, she leaned down to speak near my ear, flashing me quite a nice view of her shadowed curves. “Not that I don't like your company, because I do, but my friends dared me to come over here and make a pass at you.” Leaning away far enough to meet my eyes, she hoisted the bottles in her hand enough for me to see the movement in the corner of my eye. “Buy you a drink?”
The unreality of the situation was both hysterical and shocking. A long moment passed while I tried to process and Catherine's look of embarrassed pleasure began to fade.
There was an old saying that you only live once. This woman I worked with had just run into me in a bar and made a pass at me. Even if she had been put up to it. Everyone had a side to themselves that was wild and unfettered, and mine was just itching to get free. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, I decided to go with it. The look on Catherine's face as I swiveled my legs around to pull her in to straddle them was priceless and the feel of her strong thighs wrapped around my hips was sublime. “So,” I said conversationally, raising the volume of my voice above the dull roar of the crowd and the music. “You got dared into making a pass at me, huh?”
Off balance because of the beer bottles in both hands, Catherine tried to settle herself comfortably across my thighs. I kinda enjoyed the wiggling and tightened my grip on her hips to help her out. Janet snorted with amusement and giggled a 'thank you' when Catherine held the Miller draft out towards her without looking. The recklessness in my veins was echoed in the familiar blue eyes. “Honestly,” she purred, leaning into me and pressing the two remaining bottles into my chest. “I don't really care for Budweiser. Maybe you can change my mind.”
Oh, but she did coy and teasing well. This was the most fun I'd had in far to long. “No Bud for you, huh?” I covered her hands with my own, lifting them to examine the glass bottles she held prisoner. “Well, I don't much like Heineken, so we're even. But I sure don't have a problem taking that Bud off your hands.” Still gripping her hand between my warm palm and the cold glass, I pulled it towards my mouth. It certainly wasn't the most graceful thing I'd ever done, awkwardly drinking from the bottle held by us both, but the flare of hot interest in her eyes was all worth it. Snuffling in irritation as some of the beer ran down my cheek and tried to get up my nose, I jerked my head back and glowered at the bottle.
“Got a drinking problem?” Catherine chuckled as Janet howled with laughter. I knew my pal hadn't been expecting such great entertainment tonight. “Let me give you a hand there.”
The feel of her tongue gliding over my cheek nearly unraveled me, the breath seizing in my lungs, blood roaring in my ears.
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Whatever the hell possessed me to do it, hopefully wouldn't fail me now. The thinly bitter taste of the beer blended with the sweet saline of Sara's skin in my mouth. Groaning softly, I finished my exquisite journey over her smooth cheek to wrap my lips around the strong jugular pulsing beneath her skin. Some crazy, feral part of my brain wanted to sink my teeth into her flesh, take advantage of life beating whole and hearty so damn close to my nerve endings. The perversely amusing thought knocked a little bit of sense into my upper brain, still blinking at me in horrified shock. It was a supreme effort of will to stop worrying at her neck, and shift my attention to her ear. It was even a bigger effort not to continue the assault on her delicious skin.
“If I could drink Budweiser like this all the time,” I rasped hoarsely. “Bet I could actually learn to enjoy the nasty piss water.”
Where we went from here was a big decision. One complicated by the fermented malt and hops, the taste in my mouth of a beer I didn't even like and her skin, which I certainly did. Complicated by her slender body causing the taut pull on the inside of my thighs where I straddled her so intimately. God, I wanted to touch her so damn bad…
Sara was panting into my neck and her hands were gentle on my hips. In a flash of sobriety, I was paralyzed with indecision and embarrassment that escaped me on a whimper. Sara's magnificent hands tightened to hold my body safely between them. Lightly they pressed, first one hip and then the other, rocking my pelvis to the pulse of the music and our pounding hearts.
“Do you remember how to dance?” Sara growled softly and nipped at the gold loop in my earlobe. Unconsciously, my hips ground into her lap and we both made animal sounds of appreciation. Yanking the bottles from my hands, Sara slammed them onto the table beside her and hissed, “dance for me.”
Something about the way she demanded this of me was a reminder of why I had once loved doing this so much. In this moment in time, wrapped around Sara's body, hands in her soft hair, foreheads touching, watching her dark eyes, dancing muscles remembering things long forgotten, I was the center of her universe. Hypnotized by the sensual tease of my body, Sara was utterly still except for the brush of her fingertips in the small of my back. With eyes half-lidded and breathing quick and shallow, she was my willing prey.
In those moments I wasn't merely drunk and horny and in control of this magnificent young woman.
I was a Goddess.
For moments or hours or a millennium, reality was suspended. Bright lights flashing across my vision and the growing pain of muscles long underused began to intrude. Sara's breathy, “Catherine,” threatened to undo me.
The kiss was meant to be thank you and goodbye. She tasted warm and focused and healthy, spiced with her own flavor and the Budweiser I'd teased her about. In heartbeats I was hers, enslaved by the sensual mastery of that talented mouth. A thousand times I'd watched her smile and scowl, eat and drink, speak in all different tones. All those hints could not have prepared me for the delicate mastery those facial muscles held over me now.
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I had to pull on Catherine's hair to get her to let up. As much as I was loving this, I needed a deep breath of air. One last foray behind her teeth to gather up her sultry taste and a double-fisted heave brought her head back. Never in my life had anything like this happened. Every nerve in my body was singing opera right about now. No one had ever made me feel like this. No one had ever so totally moved beyond fear and embarrassment.
Loosening my grip, but still lost in the blonde tresses, I began to massage Catherine's scalp. She purred and squirmed like a pleased kitty in my lap, making my libido growl back. “Go back to your table,” I forced myself to instruct quietly. “I'll come for you soon.” The double entendre was not lost on either of us.
I carefully unwound my fingers from her hair while we kissed softly, experimentally. Catherine's lips were swollen and our tastes were still mingled behind her teeth. After smoothing down her disheveled hair, my hands wandered over her shoulder and sides, unable to resist giving both nipples a teasing caress. A jump and startled squeak were as priceless as the look on her face. Petting her belly and hips happily, I smiled and she returned the expression.
“I'm holding you to that,” Catherine managed to say unsteadily. When she had to brace herself heavily on my shoulders to stand up, I felt ten feet tall. It was a power surge like none other to know that I had made her weak in the knees. It was even better that I felt the same.
When I was finally able to tear my eyes from Catherine's retreating figure, Janet was caught between hysteria and green-eyed jealousy. “Now that was a come on!” She cackled in delight while I could only smile in bemusement.
The evening wore on slowly from there on out, for as much as I normally enjoyed Janet's company, my mind was elsewhere. Lost in memories, I was startled when Janet barked my name harshly, and then laughed. “Girl, you are so not paying attention. For God's sake, go collect that sweet blonde, go home and ride her ragged, willya? There's nothing here for you now, in or out of the bottle.” Stretching and yawning, she gestured for the waitress before giving my arm a squeeze. “Have fun and plan on me bugging you for details next time we hang out.” I just continued to smile stupidly as Janet asked the waitress for two cabs and my eyes sought out Catherine. Drawn by the power of my need, I found myself at a table of strangers and the woman I was so desperate for. They all fell silent, all eyes on me, but I saw only the familiar blue gaze.
“I'm taking you home,” my voice said roughly of its own volition. “Say goodnight.” While Catherine processed that demand, I forced my lust-addled brain to focus on her companions. “Sorry about the lack of introductions,” I explained and they all grinned wider. “But I wouldn't remember any of it anyway.” Amid their gentle laughter, I reached out a shaking hand to Catherine.
For a long moment she stared at the offered extremity as though it was a coiled snake. Horrified rejection began to creep up my spine and it must have shown on my face, because abruptly Catherine looked as awful as I felt. In an instant, she had launched herself from her chair to throw her arms around my neck, nearly knocking us both over. “I'm sorry, Sara,” she apologized breathlessly between kisses. “I didn't mean to scare you off. Please take me home.”
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Her lovely smile was answer enough and I was faint with relief that I had found the right thing to say. That wounded look of rejection had just about broken my heart. A sudden, niggling worry brought my gaze to my tablemates, even as my grip tightened around Sara's neck. Immediately, Dom raised her hand comfortingly. “I got Linds, babe, go have fun.” The boys just laughed and mumbled goodnight, knowing that I was barely paying attention. With my maternal instincts soothed, there were other primitive needs that needed to be focused on now. Sara tugged me over to where her pal was laughing as she waved us towards the door. There was a hint of daybreak in the sky that I only noticed because Sara's eyes were just starting to take on the earthy color I remembered so well.
“Goodnight,” the brunette pal called out in a very amused tone and Sara waved back distractedly.
“Hey,” another, strange voice called out, “you need a ride or what?” As much as I hated the idea of giving up the arm slung over my shoulders, the warm press of her body on my side and the dark, adoring gaze, getting into the cab would require all those, at least for a moment.
It was worth it when Sara slid in beside me on the vinyl seat and pinned my skull to the upholstery with the bruising force of her kiss. Our MO for the night was interrupted when the amused and annoyed voice of the cabbie finally broke through the hormonal haze.
“Where to?”
Sara stared into my eyes and stroked my abdomen and belly until I moaned softly as she rattled off an address I knew I would never remember. More blissful minutes passed with us cocooned from the world outside by strong steel walls and the cabbie's quiet radio on the local country channel. Then suddenly Sara jerked away and leaned over to the guy driving. “Hey, pull into that strip mall for a sec.”
“Sure thing lady, it's your money.”
“Stay,” Sara breathed gently into my mouth. “I'll be right back.”
And with an open door to the blooming dawn, Sara was gone. Rather than face the curious cabbie, I sprawled back onto the seat and draped an arm over my eyes.
The rustle of plastic bags and the press of Sara's body against my legs woke me some indeterminable time later. “Hey sexy,” she purred as she tugged me around to sag into her lap. “Sleepy?”
“Mmmm,” I hummed drowsily and was very pleased to snuggle into the cradle of her warm thighs and breathe in her smell of her warmth, ignoring the beer and cab scents. “Glad you're back. Home now?”
“Home now,” she soothed and I could hear the happiness in her tone.
I had obviously dozed off again from her sweet caresses in my hair. Lethargic and happy, I climbed from the cab to wait on the curb as Sara paid the cabbie and gathered her grocery bags. Then she sauntered over as the minivan pulled away and leaned into my smaller body. With the height of the curb under my boots, I unexpectedly towered over her and enjoyed the temporary sensation. “I'd try to carry you,” Sara whispered with a grin. “But neither of us is exactly completely sober and my apartment's on the third floor. Shall we?”
As we worked our way up the stairs, the pleasure of watching that fine ass climb chased off the last of my fatigue. I was handed a heavy bag and watched that competent hand maneuver the key into the lock. Dammit, I needed those fingers on and in me so bad my vision was almost blurry. The second the door clicked open, I gave Sara a push and dove in right behind her. “Hey,” she laughed and started to turn around. In a concerted series of maneuvers that would have amazed me had I been less desperate, I slammed the door, smacked the lock shut, spun Sara around, yanked her into my body hard enough to rock us both back into the solid door and kissed her savagely.
Sara's hands were firm but gentle as they dug into my glutes, pressing my pelvis into hers until I practically saw stars. I yanked up the velvety shirt and caressed the long slope of ribs, spine and muscles, adoring her warmth and firm softness. The firestorm began to gentle, now more exploratory than incendiary and I could feel the near-pain all this rough kissing had inflicted on my lips.
“Y'know what sounds really good right now?” Sara asked softly and her fingers slid further down the curve of my ass until I was ready to see stars. Then she stopped moving until I opened my eyes to see her looking at me in arousal and amusement. Oh, so she actually wanted an answer then, it wasn't just a rhetorical question. So I rocked my pelvis into hers at an angle that I thought was just perfect and those smoky brown eyes lit up like a fireworks show.
“What sounds good right about now,” I played along as her grip tightened to hold me in place and her nostrils flared like a randy animal. “Damn, but you're sexy.”
“Shower,” Sara finally rasped harshly and trailed gentle kisses over my face. “I wanna see you wet and naked.”
“Your wish is my command,” I sassed and gave her a playful push that made her grin and grab my hand to bodily haul me after her. Normally, I would have bristled at any lover manhandling me, but I liked it coming from Sara. She had always been such a startling contrast of strength and vulnerability. I took vague note that the room was done in pleasing shades of dark reds, blues and greens and that all of her belongings were in the same large room, even the open kitchen. It was a true bachelor's pad, and the tolerable disarray added to that impression. Then I was in the only other room in the apartment, the bathroom. I used my grip on her hand to yank her to a halt and kiss her softly. When she smiled and tried to deepen the embrace, I stepped away and held up a teasingly warning finger. “Ah, ah. Sit down.” Puzzled, Sara closed the toilet seat and did as I demanded.
Just as her appreciation had reminded me hours ago of the forgotten joys of dancing, I wanted her now to appreciate me in a different way. There was a risk here, for I wasn't the sweet young thing I used to be. But there was no shame in me for how I had turned out, just nerves. So I carefully began unbuttoning my shirt, letting it slowly sag open under its own small weight. I watched Sara's hands, gripping the cold porcelain between her knees, and not her distracting eyes.
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Shirt, pants, bra, shoes and those damn graceless socks that she grinned at and tossed into my sink, were peeled away slow and teasing. Flushed and tight, clothed only in silky peach underwear, Catherine was mouth-watering. “You are so beautiful,” I breathed without realizing I'd even spoken and traced reverent fingers lightly over her bare skin. It was a feather soft caress, every fine, almost colorless hair on her body standing up with waves of goosebumps.
“God Sara,” she moaned and clenched her fists tightly at her sides. It seemed like a very long time that I touched her so softly. Only when she literally began to shake and grabbed my hand in a bruising grip that I was snapped out of my trance. “Get out of those damn clothes or I'll do it for you,” she rasped hoarsely and stepped away.
“Right,” I managed to reply and reached out blindly to twirl the tap and send water gushing into the bathtub. The caress of those blue eyes was almost physical as I clumsily stripped out of my own clothes and the water grew steamy. “Get in. Do you like it warm or hot?”
If possible, the blue grew even paler at the suggestive comment, her pupils mere pinpricks in the sunlight growing strong through the opaque window. “In this case, warm. So that I can spend more time in here with you.”
“Oh, I like that answer. Wait, c'mere, sexy. You forgot something,” I purred and gestured for her to step over for a quick, loving kiss. Holding her steamy gaze, I carefully knelt on the fuzzy rug, skimming both hands down her sides and hips and hooked my thumbs into the silk still clinging to her. As the material began to inch down and Catherine whimpered softly, I suddenly needed to know what she tasted like, with her sweat and stress and arousal painting her salty and musky.
I wasn't disappointed as I leaned in to trail my tongue down the center of her body and swirl it into her navel. And this woman, always so cool and in control at work, groaned like she was in pain and grabbed my hair. “Ssss… Sara… please…”
Being the smart girl that I was, I picked up on the fact that this was obviously a hotspot and burrowed my tongue into that little lifescar while I continued to slide her underwear down her legs. Stroking the back of her knees actually made her stumble into me hard enough to wrench my head back. “Okay, no more of that,” I chuckled and helped her into the tub. There was a squeak as the showerhead erupted to sheet sparkling drops from the distant Colorado River over our two bodies. I wrapped myself around her from behind, turning us a little sideways so that she wasn't getting drowned. Catherine nuzzled her cheek into mine.
“I'm really glad I ran into you tonight,” she confessed and smiled, holding my encircling arms tight.
“Me too. Oh, and in thanks for your lap dance back at the bar, and the strip tease a minute ago, can I wash you, lover?”
There was little point in waiting for a coherent answer as I grabbed the narrow bar of creamy yellow soap. It was one of my few feminine weaknesses, a collection of fancy and decadent bathroom paraphernalia. In our line of work, sensitivity to smells was inevitable. This one was sweet milk and honey and cost nearly ten bucks a bar. It also smelled like a little slice of heaven and ran over her wet skin effortlessly.
“Smells good,” I teased and ran wet, soapy hands over Catherine's breasts and belly. “Feels better.” Turning her in the circle of my arms, I hugged her and leaned her small weight against the tile wall. A grab at the showerhead had the spray attacking the wall so that her back stayed as warm as possible. “As good as your wet, naked skin feels,” I went on, breathing hard into her ear. “I want to taste you.”
She made me feel invincible and powerful. Now I wanted to show her how I felt, sucking hard at her throat and clavicle and shoulders. A corner of me felt guilty at the marks I was leaving on her. The rest of me was proud of the feral bruises, wrapping mouth, tongue and teeth around one proud nipple and tweaking its twin. She was making sounds, but if any of them were coherent, the spray was shattering them into gibberish. Again, Catherine had a death grip in my hair, now damp from the shower, encouraging me to continue my lazy way down her body.
There was no real plan in my route, until she jumped and cried out when I slipped a thumb into the curly thatch between her legs. We'd been teasing each other for what felt like a lifetime and the proof was hot and thick on my sensitive pad. I hadn't done this more than a few times, always trying to fit in by primarily sticking to boring men, but I had a few fond memories of this warm and sultry place. Catherine groaned my name as I knelt, peeling her open and running my nose through her wet. Her eyes were wild, body quivering in my grip, flushed hot and rosy with pleasure.
“Hang on,” I growled lustily and finally got to taste her, drinking her in, long and deep. It wasn't the best angle for this kind of blowjob, so to speak, but I didn't have to work very hard for it either. Grinning and growling like a happy predator, I heard her stammered cry, felt the tear-inducing grip in my hair, and tasted the changing bouquet of her climax. I hummed happily into her swollen pussy and she yelped again as her over sensitive nerve endings responded enthusiastically to the vibrations.
“Fuck Sara,” she groaned as the contractions shook her again and I heard her skull crack into the tile wall. Ouch, that was my cue to back off. For a long moment, I nuzzled her swollen sex lovingly, not to arouse but to soothe, before climbing up her trembling body to cradle her against me.
“That sounded painful,” I crooned and kissed her crown. Catherine moaned and snuggled into me. “Let me wash your hair real quick and I'll get you into bed, okay?”
“Mmmm, 'kay,” she hummed and allowed me to manipulate her this way and that to get her clean. The soaping and shampooing was interspersed with much caressing and coddling. “Now,” I chuckled as I rinsed her off under the spray. “Hang out for a few minutes or hit the bed while I clean up.”
“Okay, I'll go warm up your bed,” she ginned and kissed me lovingly, the gesture growing suddenly aggressive. “But don't take to long, I owe you a trip to the moon.”
And the teasing rake of her fingers through my dark pubes nearly did just that. Her smile vanished behind the sliding door and I could hardly finish my grooming fast enough.
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Thankfully, Sara kept her ibuprofen in the medicine chest and I swallowed four of them. Damned work-stress headaches had gotten me to the point of being almost immune to over the counter painkillers. A quick toweling off and I went out into the main room to find the air-conditioning blowing cool air, so I went to the neatly-made bed and sprawled out atop the lightweight blue blanket. It was fuzzy and soft against my naked skin as I relaxed and thought about the amazing woman who had moved me so. Not only had the sex been explosive, for I hadn't noticed the pain in my skull until after the fact, but she had been so tender and firm with me. I was dying to return the favor.
The water shut off and I snuggled in, tossing my arms over my head and raising up my left knee to paint as provocative a picture as possible. The look on Sara's face when she stepped out was perfect. Going still, the wiry slimness of her naked body like a hunting cheetah, a greyhound prepared to be released from the gate, a gazelle ready to bolt, she was magnificent. So I writhed sensuously on the bed and smiled provocatively. “Come here gorgeous. I think you need some attention.”
“Don't need to tell me twice,” Sara smirked and crawled over me to drape her longer frame over mine. Dry and warm and clean, we meshed together so perfectly that it was sheer bliss. Soft, gentle kisses bonded us closer; I wrapped a leg around her hips and arms around her broad shoulders. Anticipation hummed under her skin like buzzing bee's wings or live power lines. While she remained lost in the melting kisses, I traced gentle touches over the usual hotspots to test her responses. “Are you feeling strong lover?”
“Strong?” She repeated blankly and I began wriggling down the bed, taking a couple soft pillows with me.
“I need to stay on the bottom since I smacked my head so hard, but I can still take good care of you. We'll just have to work together…” Any other conversation was suspended for long moments when I finally got my first chance to take a bite out of her, so to speak. A couple of quick kisses to throat and clavicle, then long, wet, suckling caresses of mouth and tongue over her sternum. I took my dear sweet time at working my way over her soft curves, knowing I'd get to her straining nipples at my own pace. And when I did finally wrap my lips around one of them, Sara made the most amazing sound. Half bark of pleasure and half desperate sob, it encouraged me to go at her sensitive nipples with enthusiasm.
“Cath…” She trailed off as I bit down just hard enough to make her jump. With her voice strained with lust like that, I almost liked the irritating shortening of my name.
“Start crawling towards the head of the bed, nice and slow.” A tug at her hips got the idea past the hormonal haze I'd caused and she shifted a few inches so that I could kiss and nip at her flat midriff. There was a short falter when we intersected at her abs where I could feel the tickle of her short and curlies on my chin. “Trust me lover,” I soothed and ran caressing hands over her thighs. “I'm gonna make you feel so good.” One more shuffle forward on hands and knees and I had Sara right where I wanted her. “Now settle in and let me take care of you. Just go with it.”
“For crying out loud Cath, just shut up and do me,” Sara rasped desperately and fired me an incendiary look from beneath her curtain of dark, wet hair.
“Far be it for me…” I trailed off as Sara's hips jerked into me, smearing her arousal over my chin. There was no more screwing around as I wrapped both arms around her hips and dove in. She was sweet wine and something strong and spicy. This was the best kind of gourmet meal and interactive too. Sara groaned and pressed my skull deep into the pillows, utterly surrounding my senses with her need. All her weight was on me now, as she was sitting up, back bowed, knees splayed, fists clenched tight in the bedding. The most amazing cacophony of noise was erupting from her as the tornado of climax drew closer and closer.
Then it hit and she was howling my name at the ceiling, her deep voice cracking alarmingly. Jerking and twitching, her body danced in time to the pulsing contractions while I held on with determination. Oh, now she tasted even better, flowing hot and thick with completion. Muttering her new religious convictions, Sara found the strength to pull herself out of my grip and collapsed across my body.
“Better?” I teased fondly and stroked her tangled hair.
“You've made me a believer in your greatness,” she panted and pressed butterfly kisses to my upper chest. After a long moment of recovery, my lover was propped on her elbows to eye me fondly. Her kiss was gentle, tender, loving and utterly captivating. This was no mere one-night stand, for I had always liked Sara and now that neutral bond was deeper and more solid. “I like the way I taste on you. I like the way you make me feel.”
“Sweet talker,” I giggled happily. That winning smile was intoxicating and I knew I would never look at her the same way again. “But I assure you that I feel exactly the same.” Some corner of my brain wondered what would happen at work now. As my expression clouded over only a bit, I traced her features with gentle fingers. “We gonna be okay?” I asked softly, suddenly needing her reassurance.
“Yes,” Sara answered me with a tone both quiet and intense. It was more effective than any overblown gestures may have been, or loudly proclaiming my fears null and void. “Because I like you and respect you,” she murmured against my mouth, the words vibrating between us. One hand was wandering over my sensitized skin and that carnal need stirred to life again. “Besides,” she smirked evilly as I groaned at her long fingers slipping deep inside. “Can you imagine the looks on the guys' faces?”
Rocking against her hand, half laughing and half sobbing at the contrast of the mental image she'd just conjured and the intoxicating push-pull of our lovemaking, I could only hang on for the ride.
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As much as I had adored going down on Catherine in the shower, watching her face was a slice of heaven. Pupils contracted to mere dots made her eyes glow pale crystalline blue in the sunshine. She writhed like a happy kitty getting its belly rubbed, one hand gripping the nape of my neck and the other the pillow by her head. I was intoxicated by the flush of her pale skin, the moans and growls bubbling up from her throat, the soft grip of her body around my fingers. “C'mon love, let yourself go. Just relax and let me take care of you, body and soul.”
The short shaft of her deepest pleasure grew harder and harder beneath the rough caresses of my thumb, her muscles just as rigid. I felt the earthquake hitting, the flutter of the pressure breaking loose deep within, the contractions rippling through her lower body like waves on the sand of my homelands. It seemed an eternity that she rattled through the intense orgasm, her body trying to swallow my hand whole. While she wound down, I ducked in to lick the accumulated perspiration on her chest and throat. There was no doubt in my mind that this was turning into a new obsession.
“That tickles,” Catherine hummed lazily as I let my tongue trace wild patterns across her blushing skin. With her muscles, inside and out, relaxed and satiated for the moment, I was content to let my fingers rest lazily inside her heat and clean the sweat off her skin. I was so lost in her taste that it took a long minute to register her hot stare on the side of my head. “God damn,” Catherine rasped hoarsely, blue eyes aflame. “I honestly can't tell what's hotter, your touch or watching you do that.”
Laughter escaped me, clearing out the shadowy corners of my soul. Catherine shuddered and moaned softly as I gently pulled out of her. It was unbearably sexy to be with her like this. Even as my fingers were leaving the heat of her body, Catherine suddenly twitched and her head strained back into the pillows with that noise I recognized. “Sensitive?” I teased tenderly and rimmed the opening to her grasping sex with those same fingers. A quick swipe of my thumb over her swollen clitoris made Cath jerk and cry out. “Oh, you are a live wire,” I admired lustily and finally let her be by tucking in a thigh to keep her warm and safe before covering her smaller body with my own. In the middle of a deep kiss, I had an evil idea and pulled back to smile wickedly.
“What?” Catherine chuckled. Holding her warm gaze, I slowly brought my damp fingers to my lips to snake out my tongue and lick off the tangy taste clinging to them. If there was some way to bottle that look, I'd never need to work again. Incendiary wasn't enough, white-hot and desperate, not even close. It was raw need that burned in her eyes; sharpening every facial feature and making her look wild and feral.
“Wanna taste?” I teased in all mock innocence, letting her take my wet fingers in the cavern of her mouth to be suckled clean. Her soft tongue and hard teeth on my sensitive fingers was amazing. Where the hell the self-control came from was anybody's guess as I lay there with endless patience and let Catherine work herself into a fury. Then I remembered something. “You said you might like my nasty piss beer if you got to drink it off my skin.” Catherine stared at me in utter confusion. “In the grocery bag next to the bed.” And with those somewhat cryptic instructions, I pulled away from her completely and sprawled out on the big bed.
It took a long, blankly staring minute for Cath's upper brain functions to come back online. I only smiled smugly at having done my job so well. Blonde eyebrows furrowed in answer to the unspoken challenge.
I was in for it now.
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In other circumstances, the internal argument between my banal upper brain and the raunchy lizard brain might have been hysterically funny. I was so stupid with sexual satisfaction, that concentration was nearly impossible. The warring halves eventually realized that Sara meant the heavy bags from the earlier stop at the store. I was horny enough to drink sewer water off her skin. Budweiser would be easy!
There was a six-pack of Bud and Heineken both, so I grabbed one of each and tossed them to the blue blanket. Some distant part of my consciousness realized that I was still in pain, but luckily, the painkillers and endorphins were allowing me to forget that. Sara smiled eagerly as I straddled her hips, picked up a brown bottle and started to twist it open. “Are you sure about the blankets?”
Sara let loose a low, rumbling sound that made every hair on my body stand up and take notice. A sharp slap across my naked ass made me yelp and stare in astonishment. “You talk too damn much Willows, for the love of God, will you just do it?!”
My laugh sounded amused and a little nervous from her intensity.
“Sorry sweetie,” I giggled and squirmed my hips into a more comfortable position before opening the bottle with a quick twist and hiss, and upending the entire contents over Sara's creamy chest and belly. She squawked in shock as the cool liquid splashed and foamed against the heat of her skin. It felt particularly odd trickling into intimate places where we were pressed tightly together. “Damn,” I murmured in appreciation as the bubbles receded from her hills and valleys like the retreating tide. Not to mention the tickle of those same bubbles caressing my aching clit. “I'm never looking at beer the same way again.”
Then the squirming of Sara's wet body and the almost painful tightness of the dark nipples sent me down to lick her clean. I'd done some wild things in my youth, and occasionally even in more recent times, but this was beginning to take the cake. Whatever control Sara had exhibited earlier was utterly discarded as she squirmed seductively, bucked her hips, moaned and cried out to egg me on. It was exquisite to push her further and further into mindlessness. I had always been a wildcat in bed, but I had a feeling cool, reserved Sara had never let go like this before. So I teased her until her cries were animal and incoherent, stroked her skin with tongue and fingers and the tickly ends of my hair. Every slender muscle in her body stood out in sharp relief, the wet blanket nearly tearing in her grip. When I did finally slip in a couple of fingers to explore her inner heat and wrapped my mouth around her clit to suck her those last few feet over the finish line, her screams probably scared everyone in the building. My poor baby kept moaning softly as I continued to suckle ever so lightly to bring her down from the rush and settle her safely back inside her own bones. Only when I heard a long, low groan that signified her hands unwinding from the blanket and felt the delicious lassitude spreading through her, did I finally pull away with a fond little kiss.
“That was fun,” I purred playfully and clambered to my feet. “But you're gonna have a hell of a hangover in the morning. Let me get you some aspirin to help.” It was easy to dodge her weak grab and grin mischievously. “Nope. I'll have you know that I can marathon with the best of them. And you,” I paused dramatically to slap her on one foot, “are in no condition to accommodate me. So stay put and you can ravage me senseless once you've slept and sobered up.”
Sara just smiled.
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It was somewhere in the afternoon when my aching bladder woke me from a coma-like sleep. Catherine's dead weight sprawled across me wasn't helping any. I had never flailed out of bed fast enough, mincing awkwardly to the bathroom with tears in my eyes. When the floodwaters let loose, I very nearly wept. Getting rid of the pressure was almost as good as the earlier wild sex, my hard-working pelvic muscles informed me happily. It took what felt like an eternity for my bladder to empty itself and my flustered guts to settle down. Only then did I wearily crawl back to bed to wrap myself around a very somnolent Cath. This was the life…
What the hell was that noise? Groaning in protest, I burrowed into my pillow and tried to figure out the world through the slowly swirling cotton balls in my brain. There was someone in my bed. And, even through the haze of hangover, holy shit did I feel good.
Movement, and then a plastic 'thunk'… A groggy voice slurring, “'Lo?”
The fantasy made flesh that had left me so blissfully sore and boneless. I couldn't have resisted the siren call of Catherine's body even if I'd had the presence of mind to try. She squeaked as I wrapped my body securely around her and nuzzled into that warm place between her shoulder blades.
“I can explain,” she said softly and I chuckled.
“One night and you're already answering my phone?”
Waitaminute… answering my phone?
As if in answer, I heard a shrill beeping sound in my bathroom, the angry sparrow noise all too familiar.
“Or, even better,” Catherine said tightly. “I'll let Sara explain while I get my pager. Here.”
Oh, in some past life I must have done something bad to deserve this. The phone receiver was thrust into my hands with a combination of fear and annoyance. I was frozen. What the hell did I say to what was undoubtedly Gil Grissom on the other end of the line?
Then Catherine sat up and winced heavily, reaching up to rub her head. The lightbulb went off and I grinned in relief. With one hand I drew Cath back to the warmth of my body and she barely resisted the tug. With the other, I resettled the phone so that I could speak with my boss. “Catherine, lie down and relax. Gil? I ran into her in a bar last night and we were both pretty sloshed. Somehow she managed to crack her head into something pretty hard.”
“Is she okay?”
I looked down in response to Gil's obvious concern to where Catherine was happily nuzzling into my breasts and smiling softly. “Yeah, I think so, but she's got a bump and a nasty headache. I can keep an eye on her if you guys can do it without us. I'll call Lindsay in the morning to let her know everything's okay and run mom here back home.”
There was a long pause as Gil's quick mind sifted through all that. “You sure she's okay?”
“As okay as anyone can be with a goose egg and a raging hangover. If she starts acting weird, I'll take her over to the hospital, I promise, but I think it's just a nasty bump.”
“I trust you, Sara. Let me know if there's anything I can do and I'll see you both tomorrow.”
“Absolutely. Have a good day.”
“You too.”
The beep of the cordless phone signaled the end to that humiliation. “Good save,” Catherine murmured softly. “I gotta get that pager and use the facilities.”
“Sure.”
My favorite blanket was crunchy with dried fluids, my head and pelvis ached and I had just suffered supreme embarrassment with my boss. It was heartening that I absolutely didn't give a damn. The trilling pager fell silent and I sat up. Good thing I'd been prepared for the hangover vertigo and paused to let my inner ear settle me straight. It had become a workaholic habit to leave a toothbrush and matching paste in the kitchen for those days I felt I was falling behind. It was the overachiever in me. So I cleaned my furry teeth and drank enough water to satisfy the cravings of my hangover. Then a small sound caught my attention and I turned around, wiping water from my chin. There was an odd look on Catherine's face as she stood at the foot of the bed, gripping a towel to her chest.
Slowly, with predatory lust and gentle tenderness, I went to her to duck in and kiss her just as slow. She'd brushed too, and I enjoyed her taste swirling with the familiar toothpaste. It took a long moment for her to warm up and slide both arms around my neck.
“I want inside you,” I murmured into the cavern of her avid mouth. “I want to know you, heart, soul and body. Just trust me and keep communicating.”
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It was one of the sweetest, sexiest things I'd ever heard. There were no rough, uncouth edges to her, not mentally or physically. Such a miracle of change from the men I'd bedded because that's what I had believed I'd needed and wanted. I was wrong. The gentle, deep kissing grew heated and my tiger-striped libido growled to life. Could she be what I'd always wanted in a lover? She knew me so well already, where I needed her hands and mouth or the silken tickle of her long mane. The exotic differences about her were such a large part of the burn in my erotic zones. More than that, she made me feel safe and cared for. Then suddenly, Sara raised her head and smiled mischievously.
“Can I make you breakfast?”
It was a startling change in plans, but my stomach did growl irritably at the suggestion.
“I'll take that as a yes. There isn't much here, but I can do eggs and hash browns.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
Despite simmering hormones, we chatted neutrally while Sara donned her bathrobe and went to work in the little kitchen. “You didn't strike me as the cooking type,” I teased and Sara grinned.
“It's a generally useless skill, but my folks ran a B&B when I was a kid, so I learned a ton of off the wall skills. You?”
“I was a ranch kid and hated it.”
“Not as exotic as the tales say, huh?”
“Not at all,” I groused and looked at my manicured hands, remembering all those years of toil as a child. Then a plate slid into my field of vision and a kiss was dropped on my head.
“You're adorable when you're pensive,” Sara smiled and kissed me more thoroughly when I looked up. It was a war between stomach and hormones as we reacquainted over the kitchen island. Then Sara pulled away with an enigmatic smirk and I settled back to the stool, heart pounding wildly. At this rate I'd be putty in her hands long before she did anything overtly sexual. I nervously ran my hand down my barrowed shirt, again pleased by her scent clinging to the soft fabric, and realized that my nipples were erect and ready. Oh yeah, it was going to be an interesting morning. Sara merely leaned back on the counter and ate from her own plate, her dark eyes smoky and calculating. When she finally spoke, it almost startled me. “Marathon.” I could imagine that the look on my face was priceless. “What would it take to completely satisfy you, hmmm?” That slow smile was going to drive me insane. “Good thing I have all night to figure it out.”
And just like that, she was suddenly all business again, fussing over my bruised skull and herding me off to the shower. I was again bathed and fussed over, but she remained affectionate and loving, leaving my need to simmer further.
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Oh, this was too much fun. On the surface, we could just be pals hanging out on a Thursday night. Except that the conversation was more than just friendly and my caressing touch on her delicate feet was more than just massage. Another of my generally useless skills was knowledge of the pressure points in the feet. Right about now, the look on Cath's face was caught between utterly relaxed and horny enough to take a bite out of me. I was content for the time being to pour my own arousal into pleasing her utterly.
“So, if I tossed you on that bed and spanked you until you begged for more, you'd have no objections?”
Catherine's eyes were so dilated that the blue had vanished into the soft electric lighting. Her breathing was shallow but relaxed, again betraying the battle in her body between relaxation and arousal. So I removed my hands, sliding to the floor on my knees at the same time I gently set her foot flat and crawled between her knees. Our kiss made her growl ever so softly and her hands wove lazily into my hair. I liked her like this, desperate and randy but too relaxed to do anything about it.
She was mine.
“Mmm,” I hummed softly. “Let me take you to bed and find out exactly what you like, hmmm?”
“Sara,” was all Catherine managed to say as I shifted to gather her small body to my chest and lift her. There was a whimper as I laid her on the bed, now stripped down to the fitted sheet and the pillows we hadn't managed to soil. Then I stood up to admire her in my favorite green shirt and baggy sweatpants. Arms and legs akimbo, she stared at me in mute desperation, fingers flexing lazily like a contented kitty.
“I like you like this, lover, so desperate and needy for me. Let's see what I can do for you, shall we?” There was no move to help me as I stripped her out of the clothes before running my hands over her warm skin to get her purring. Then I knelt on the bed to lift up one strong leg to run appraising eyes over the curves before ginning evilly and running my tongue into that sensitive groove the Achilles tendon makes in the back of the ankle. Still holding her shocked and hot gaze, I proceeded to lick my way up her calf and dipped my tongue as best I could into the soft spot behind her knee. Frustrated, I leered and leaned back. “Can't reach,” I muttered and unceremoniously flipped her onto her stomach. Now I could lave that sensitive spot thoroughly and enjoy her whimpering before moving on to the powerful thigh muscles that twitched in response. “Well, I've got some lousy access here, don't I?” Was my casual, as I leaned back on my heels to admire my handiwork. “C'mere baby, let me take that ache away.”
It took only a little effort to get Catherine on her knees, straddling my thighs, head back on my shoulder. Now I could fondle both erect nipples before wandering my lazy way down her body. My name was her mantra and I was feeling like God's gift to women. The hot, thick wet behind her curls turned my grin wolfish and I took her hard and fast. Still whining and gasping from the quick orgasm, Catherine made no move to resist me as I pushed her down so that her fine ass was up and accessible. Ever since I'd joked about it, I'd needed to know what it felt like to smack those gorgeous globes. A jerk and a squeak of shock was the only response to the sharp swat.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” grated out through my own roaring need. “If not, hang on.” That was all the warning I could get out through the haze and curled two fingers into her dripping pussy while the other hand went to work reddening her ass. Where the aggression came from was a mystery, but she writhed on my probing fingers and thrust back against the stinging slaps. The second orgasm swept over my hand with me hardly noticing, the third started to get my attention and slow me down. The buzz of having her in the palm of my hand was beginning to tone down now and I caressed the reddened cheeks from light to rough to see how far I could push her. The sounds coming from Catherine were animal, raw and desperate and broken in her intensity.
But I could still feel the tension in her and I wanted it gone. I wanted her fucked so good that she was boneless. I wanted her drunk and stupid and mine inside and out. This side of me was frightening; self control warring with the beast. And Catherine hung poised on the edge of that familiar cliff, trembling with need, muscles flexing around my still fingers, too exhausted to move on her own and finish the job. My wandering hand was gentle now and a taboo thought bubbled up. It said something for my state of mind that I didn't even hesitate to scrape the edge of my thumbnail over her anus as I pushed into her pussy deep as I could go, my unoccupied fingers thrusting around her rigid clit. The effect was startling as Catherine cried out brokenly, suddenly up on her hands and arching back into my touch with a guttural need that was amazing. Too enraptured by her response to care about taboos, I pressed against that tight ring of muscle and felt the eruption rip loose. Short, sharp cries echoed the gripping contractions around my fingers and I pressed against her whole nether regions to keep her flying as long as humanly possible.
My hands ached by the time the storm passed.
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Dizzy and limp with orgasm, I stared at the ceiling and spaced out. Damned if she hadn't pushed farther than I would have ever given credit, but even now I could feel my carnal needs rumble quietly to life. This was the part when she would give up because she wasn't sure what the hell to do with me. It had always happened before, always. There had never been anyone who had the skill and patience to match my hunger. The thought was so depressing that tears gathered in my eyes even as Sara stretched out over my smaller body to lightly press down on me.
“That all you got, Wildcat?” The familiar voice teased me softly and her nose rubbed affectionately against mine. I was shocked enough to open my closed eyes and let her features swim into focus. “Hey,” Sara soothed, her grin fading at my expression, even as it dawned into something that just might be hope. “What's wrong baby?”
“This is where everybody gets scared and leaves,” I mumbled and shock flooded her dark gaze. A symphony of emotions swept over her face: Anger at those who had partaken of my charms before her, sympathy to my pain and a fierceness that was suddenly making me smile.
“No Catherine, this isn't the part where everybody leaves. If the lovers in your past were too damn stupid to appreciate you, that's their problem. It'll take a hell of a lot more than a healthy sex drive to scare me off,” she growled low and adamant, followed up by a slow kiss that made my toes curl with pleasure.
“Are you sure…?” My hesitant question was cut off with a scorching lip lock that had the beast loose again and shut me up quite nicely. I was forced to admit that I liked it when she growled at me.
“Quite sure,” Sara muttered, nipping at my lower lip and making me whimper. “Now let's find out what else will make you squeal, huh? Or are you gonna take that marathon dare back?”
“No fucking way, sexy. So far you've made me feel better than anyone ever has. I'm looking forward to passing out in your arms.”
There was a whole new fire in the earthen gaze as Sara levered herself and grabbed my right hip to half roll me onto my side. “Good, now don't move until I tell you to.” For a long moment I didn't know what she was up to, braced on one arm above me with her dark hair a curtain of privacy around us. Then I felt the brush of knuckles on my hip and a soft, wet heat. She bared her teeth in a feral grin even as my eyes widened. “You've done this, made me this crazy and wet. I've never been like this, not sane and sober and really needing to know who I was so out of control with.” There was a disjointed desperation to the erratic thrusting of her body into the point of my hipbone, where I could feel the wet lips and scratchy hairs slide against my skin. But as sexy and illicit as that sensation was, it paled in comparison to watching her face.
Sara gritted her teeth, moaning under her breath, eyes growing heavier as her rocking hips grew more frantic. I tenderly traced her features, letting her sweat gather in the whorls of my fingertips, feeling the chiseled face with its textures of soft and hard. Abruptly her body temperature jumped up, her body growing rigid and her eyes mere slits of glittering moisture. The climax roared loose, every muscle in her body participating in the experience. From the tiny ripples around her eyes to the toes that twitched against my knee, it was truly her whole being along for the ride. I hadn't noticed the exquisite phenomenon before, having been caught up in my own pleasure in her. “Wow,” I breathed as Sara slowly began to unwind, her face relaxing beneath my gentle caresses. “That… that was beautiful Sara.”
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It was amazing what this woman brought out in me. Catherine continued to murmur softly as she rolled to her back and tugged me down to rest against her magnificent body. I could only hum contentedly and snuggle into her.
Some time must have passed while we dozed together. A quick shiver of cold woke me as the desert air had grown chilly. Catherine was still out like a light and I was amused that her exposed nipple was half hard from the change in temperature. Since I had shifted to her side, I wondered if I could slip away unnoticed and continue the marathon where we left off. There was a long list of things I wanted to do to her.
So, ever so carefully, I slipped away from her warmth, freezing once as she mumbled sleepily before settling again. It was a careful effort to get off the bed and on my feet to study her lovingly. Even in loose-limbed sleep, she was lovely and graceful. What could I do to make her mine completely? With that thought in mind, I began to quietly gather supplies.
