King Kong on Cocaine

by Amy Jo

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Author's Disclaimer: Let's face it. You know I don't own them. I know I don't own them. But what's the harm in a little fun?

Title: King Kong on Cocaine
Author: Amy Jo
Rating: Wavers between R and NC-17
Pairing: C/S
Spoilers: Not really. If you've watched the shows, you'll note the references, but there's no specific line or scene from any episode with the exception of the Pilot. (You know.... "King Kong on Cocaine")
Feedback: Gratefully accepted at js1n2001@yahoo.com
Summary: Catherine’s thoughts on Sara and what happed before and during the first story I wrote, Bad Thoughts.
A/N: I’m experimenting with my writing style and this is written from Catherine’s point of view.

Breakfast. That’s how this all started. I asked her to breakfast. Told her I was concerned about her. She had been distracted all night long and I had noticed a similar distraction occasionally before. So I told her I was concerned and that I was going to figure it out. Figure her out. In reality, I wanted a chance to be near her. Away from the eyes of the gang. I wanted to see if I had a chance.

I’ll admit that I hadn’t been the nicest person to her. When she came to Vegas to investigate Warrick, it angered me. And she’s got that same attitude Grissom has. Like somehow she knows more than the rest of us. It can be so infuriating.

At first, I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t attracted to her. The simple fact that I was made me even harsher on her. I mean she just walked into my life and tried to turn it upside down. I think she might have succeeded if I had let down my guard enough. She made an effort to become closer. Even wanted to buy something for Lindsey on her birthday. But I was still cold with her. I couldn’t face my attraction to her.

I didn’t need anyone else. I was a strong independent woman. I was a single mom who struggled through college after giving up my bad habits. I succeeded. I didn’t need someone else to make my life happy.

Lindsey became my life. She filled me with happiness. She was more understanding than I ever could have comprehended at her age. She handled my divorce from Eddie well. And the first time she woke up in the middle and found me in the arms of another woman, she understood that too. She took Eddies death with more grace than any child I’ve ever seen. She was upset and cried but not long after, she was okay with it. She had seen what her father was capable of and though she loved him, she hardly ever mentions him anymore.

I had Lindsey I didn’t need anyone else. I was determined to be the best mother that I could. And I must admit I was doing a damn good job. I am more proud of Lindsey than I am of anything else I’ve ever done in my life.

I’ll admit that I was lonely. That sometimes I just wanted to be with someone. And I had my flings. But I realized that if I were to be with someone, it would have to be more permanent than what I had going for me at the time. Warm bodies provide temporary comfort. But now I really want to BE with someone. Not the strangers in the night that usually occupy my time. Someone I can talk with. Someone I can laugh with. Most importantly, someone I can share my life with.

I wasn’t thinking of sharing my life with HER. Sure I was thinking about how absolutely stunning she is. Tall and lean and gorgeous. More of a cocky grin than a smile, but it lights up her face just the same. Beautiful eyes, soft brown hair. Everything I ever wanted. It took me a long time to realize that she was the one I wanted. Her beauty, her charm, her intelligence, all of it. But it was not to be.

Sara was straight. Wasn’t she? I’ve seen the looks that she gives Grissom. You’d have to be blind, or be Grissom, to not notice her attraction to him. She looks at him with a longing in her eyes. I used to wonder if she’d ever look at me that way. She’s like forbidden fruit. I want that which I cannot have. I desperately want that which I cannot have.

Then one day I notice her not looking at Grissom like she had previously. I knew she had a thing going with an EMT, and I assumed that he was the cause of Sara’s newfound lack of interest. Then I find out that he’s cheating on her. Okay so there wasn’t concrete evidence to back up my theory right away, but I knew. If it happens enough to a person, they start to learn the clues. But she either ignored them, or just didn’t see them. I had thought she was more observant than that. But sometimes vision is clouded I guess. Hell, Eddie tried his best to sleep with every woman in the western United States and I didn’t catch on right away.

I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that she was better than him. Hell, she was better than Grissom. I wanted to tell her, I wanted it to be me that she came to for support. But I had tried all this time to build up my walls so that she would not see my attraction to her. I could not let them crumble now. I kept reminding myself that I did not need what I wanted. That I was strong by myself. That she was strong without me.

And then she knows. I see it in her eyes. She knows what Hank has done. I instantly hate him for putting that pained look in her eyes. She was strong. Now she looks vulnerable. And the walls I had built over the years crumbled. One look at the pain in her eyes and I was done for. I knew I would do anything I could to keep that look out of her eyes.

I did the impossible. She didn’t notice, but it took all my courage. I’m not sure anyone really knows, but I, like so many others, have a fear of rejection. I’m not sure what I would’ve done if she had said no. But thankfully she didn’t. I asked her to go for a drink. It didn’t sound at all like a proposition for a date or anything like that. It sounded like someone who cared trying to help a friend. It sounded like everything she needed it to be, and nothing I wanted it to be.

That night, with the both of us drinking our way into oblivion, I almost confessed to her. I almost confessed all of it. My lust for her. My deepest desires. But the biggest secret of them all was that I was in love with her. I didn’t realize it was anything but lust until that night. Until she trusted me with her vulnerability. She trusted me not only to be there for her as a friend, but to make sure that she made it through this night okay.

I nearly blew it that night. I almost told her everything. She had gotten up to get another pitcher for us to share. Just as she turned away from the bar, a beautiful young red-haired woman was attempting to make at pass at Sara. At my girl. Okay, so she wasn’t my girl, but hey, I could get jealous as long as she doesn’t notice. Sara laughed at whatever the girl said to her and then motioned in my direction. Even I could tell the red-head assumed I was Sara’s date. A look of disappointment crossed her face and she turned and walked away.

I felt fantastic. I don’t know what was said, but it was clear that Sara was coming back to me. And the red-head had to live with the disappointment of thinking Sara was taken. She was mine as far as this bar was concerned. Sara didn’t know it, but with that one small gesture she had made me feel like a goddess. I felt so good that I nearly told her everything when she came back to our table.

Now I wonder what would’ve happened if I had told her that night. Would she think it was just my drunkenness, or would she have believed me? Could it have gone anywhere that night? And if it did, would she try to brush it off, or would she be willing to let it continue? I’m actually relieved that I didn’t tell her that night.

I am a hopeless romantic, even after all I’ve been through. I believe in fate, destiny or whatever you want to call it. The theory that everything happens for a reason. I can’t help but think that if I had confessed that night, things would be different now.  And I like things the way they are now. I really like things the way they are now.

She is mine. I am hers. Without a doubt we belong to each other. I would do anything for her, and I can see in her eyes that she would do anything for me. What a wonderful feeling. I have someone to spend my life with. Not just fleeting moments in between the sheets, but a lifetime of exquisite happiness. A lifetime of love. For all my romantic dreams I never once thought that this is what real love felt like.

Don’t get me wrong. I have thought I was in love before. Hell, I even thought I loved Eddie. What a fucking mistake that was. The best thing he ever did was give me Lindsey. Everything else he fucked up. He gave me the coke habit that it took so long to kick. He fucked up my life. He fucked up our marriage. My mother used to tell me it wasn’t nice to speak ill of the dead. But in his case, I’ll make an exception and I’m sure mom would understand. I’m actually glad he’s dead. It simplifies my life. No more run-ins with his gambling friends, no more visits from him when he’s drunk. And since Lindsey seems to be handling it so well, fuck it. I’m glad he’s out of my life.

I thought I loved him. Hell, in my younger days I fell in and out of what I thought was love. Moved to Seattle with a boyfriend I thought I loved. Ended up in Vegas when that didn’t work out. Decided maybe now wasn’t the time to find love. Then Eddie came along and was actually quite the charmer. At least when he was sober.

But now. God, now I know this is love. If this isn’t love, then someone is playing one giant cosmic joke on my heart. Just the sight of her gives me a thrill. When she’s close and I can smell her hair, or that perfume that she wears on our nights off, it sets my heart beating like I just ran a marathon. The touch of her skin sends electric shivers across my entire body. One kiss, one kiss and I’m filled with a desire that burns through me like lava. It’s unbelievable the way my body reacts to just being near her.

I love to look into her eyes and watch her emotions play across them. She thinks she can hide things from the world, but if you look close enough, it’s all right there in her eyes. The way her eyes light up fascinates me. I can tell when she’s excited about something, when she’s upset, when she’s happy, sad and everything in between. Admittedly, my favorite thing is to watch her eyes darken with desire. Looking into her eyes and knowing that I am what she desires excites me to no end.

I know that all this sounds like pure lust, but I swear it’s not. She moves me in ways that not just physical. She is everything to me. She’s intelligent, and charming, and funny. She looks at me and it makes me want to be her everything. Her best friend, her lover, the one who fixes the wounds on her soul. Most important, the one who makes her happy. The one who puts a smile on her face.

Enough of my musings. I remember how this all got started.

She looked pained that day. I could tell she was distracted and at first I assumed it was Hank again. The way he had hurt her. Maybe she still hurt. Whatever it was, I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her everything would be okay. But I couldn’t. Not the way I wanted to. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told her that after we got off work that night I was going to take her out to breakfast and figure out what was wrong.

She looked like a deer in headlights. I don’t know if she was shocked that I cared or shocked that I was not asking; I was telling. She didn’t have a choice but to go. We worked through the night and the closer the end of shift came, the more excited I was. I tried not to show it, and by now I’m pretty sure I’ve become good at my acting. After all, she knew nothing of my lustful desires.

That night was filled with shocks. First Doc tells me that he knows my secret. And then he tells me that Sara has one too. That sometimes she looks at me the way I’ve been looking at her. How did I not notice? Damn, I’m an investigator. I should know these kinds of things. Apparently Doc sees things the rest of us don’t. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t spend that much time with all of us.

The second shock came not long after my talk with Doc. I went to interview a material witness who was on the fast track to being a suspect. Then he hits me! I couldn’t believe he hit me. But, I didn’t have to believe it for long as I passed out on his floor. I don’t know how long I was there, but I remember coming to. Sara was hovering inches above my face. She looked so sad and worried.

Then another shock. I let it slip. I called her an angel, which she is to me. But then I kissed her. It was brief, but the feel of her lips on mine was like no other sensation. Sara looked completely shocked. I think she just figured I was woozy or something. She took me outside and got me all fixed up by the EMT’s. I gave my keys to the officer guarding the kid’s apartment and there was Sara, standing next to the Tahoe she had driven over. Holding open the door to help me get in. She must still think I’m woozy.

Big, big shock. Sara pulls me into her arms and kisses me. And not the brief butterfly kiss I gave her. No. She grabbed my hips and placed a light kiss on my lips. Then I felt her tongue tracing the outside of my lips. She started to pull away. I was not going to let that happen. I wanted this. Before I could even think about it, my tongue was brushing against hers. Oh man that one touch ignited a fire that slowly burned and settled in my groin. She felt it too. She groaned at the touch and pulled me into her harder. Yes! She liked it. She pulled me harder into her and I seized the moment. I thrust my tongue and kissed her as if I were going die the very next moment. I wanted to know every part of the insides of her mouth. I wanted to feel her tongue dance with mine. I knew I was on the right track when her grip on me became even tighter and I could feel her muscles quiver in delight. Before I know it, I’m ready to rip her clothes of and the sudden visual image causes me to moan deep into our kiss.

Just as quickly as she had pulled me into her arms, she was suddenly gone. I could no longer feel her mouth on mine. I’m not sure that I’ve ever felt so much disappointment. I could hardly breathe and when I looked into her eyes, I could see I was not the only one who was turned on by that one kiss. Sara was having trouble breathing too and her face was flushed from our kiss. She said something about getting back to work. Work? How am I supposed to go back to work? A kiss like that and I’m not even sure if my brain can put together sentences. I feel like King Kong on cocaine.

Part 2

I’m not even sure how we made it back to the lab. I don’t remember the drive. All I was thinking was Sara kissed me. She kissed me. And she liked it. A lot. Holy shit. What do I do now? I’m supposed to work. File reports, talk to Grissom. Shit. Grissom. He’s going to know right away that something isn’t right. What the hell do I tell him?

I think I might actually be happy that the kid hit me. I mean, I did get a kiss from Sara for all my trouble. Now, as I sit in Grissom’s office relating the details of my interview, I can tell I’m being short with Grissom, but honestly, I don’t care. I’ve already told him I’m woozy and that I feel like shit. Maybe he won’t notice that I’m actually incredibly happy. I can still feel her lips on mine. I can still smell her hair. I still want her. There is a burning desire in my body that I’m not sure can be put out.

I’ve finished talking with Grissom now and head over to Sara’s favorite lab room, where I know she will be working on the evidence. I tell her it’s time to go and that I’ll wait for her outside. Before long she’s right by my side again. And she agrees to go to my place for breakfast. I know for sure now that whatever this is, it’s going somewhere soon. Hopefully to all kinds of good places.

When we get to my place, I pretend I can’t find my keys. It’s just a way for me to delay time until she’s next me again. I barely have the door closed before my libido takes over and I have her crushed against the wall. She feels so great. I am not even sure what happens but soon my tongue is inside her mouth again. And here I find a surprise. Sara has a tongue ring. How did not notice that before? It’s actually kind of nice. The cold steel brushing along my hot tongue feels sensational.

Sara responds too. Soon she dominates our kiss and her tongue is forcing its way into my mouth. She explored every part of my mouth in that kiss. Even my teeth. We pull apart and can barely breathe. I can’t help but comment on how much I like her mouth and her kisses. I know that soon there will be sex, because my desire will no longer be denied. I have waited so long for this. I lean in and trace my tongue along her ear. This is something that I like, and I can tell that Sara likes it too. Her muscles have started to quiver again, and soon she is starting to slid down the wall. I let my hands wander around her torso luxuriating in the feel of her. I let my hands steady her so that she doesn’t end up on my floor.

Sara’s telling me that she doesn’t wear the tongue ring at work. That’s why I didn’t notice. We were working after all. I wonder if I can convince her to wear it at work. I gently hum into her ear while still sucking lightly on the lobe. Ooh, she likes that too. I feel the waves of goose bumps run across her flesh. I could do this forever. I like to feel her shake with desire. And that desire is for me. I’m not stopping my hands from roaming and I’m definitely not going to stop tasting her skin. Nothing will make me stop.

“Catherine.” I hear in the sexiest voice I have ever heard. No, I’m not going to stop. Every sound she makes has me wanting her more. I don’t even mind that we’re making out in the foyer and haven’t made it more than three steps into the house. I need her. I begin to kiss and lick her neck. She likes this too. She starts to moan. Her moans get loader and louder and with it my desire burns more and more. I can feel a steady throbbing in between my legs that tells me just how much I want this.

Her head falls on my shoulder and she whispers my name again. Or at least, a shortened version of it. I’m not stopping. I simply reply with a ‘yeah’. I continue devouring every inch of her neck and soon know that her shirt has to go. And it has to go soon. She is moving with me. A gentle movement that I know means she wants this as much as I do. She whispers my daughter’s name and starts to lick and suck on my neck. She bites at my neck and I let out a cross between a grunt and a moan of pleasure. God do I want her. But I also want to make this last. She has turned me on more than any other partner. I’m ready and we’re still fully clothed.

I tell her that Lindsey is with my sister. This seems to please her. She reaches down and forcefully grabs my ass pulling me closer while she tilted her head up and sucked on my earlobe. Oh god yes. Oh that feels incredible. I nearly scream in pure enjoyment. Somehow the scream crosses with a low moan I had been holding in. I can feel one of Sara’s hand gliding up my ass and taking hold of the back of my shirt. Sara is very close to over-stimulating me. One hand is massaging my ass while the other continued to remove my shirt. Her lips have attached to a lovely spot on my neck. My god. She is incredible.

I move my hand down her side to slide it over her ass. Is every part of her body this muscular and toned? I know that she likes to work out, but I didn’t know she’d feel this good. I let my other hand begin unbuttoning her shirt. I cannot resist the urge to kiss the newly exposed skin. And I’m doing a good job too, because Sara has started to moan my name.

Her shirt is now completely open to me and I want nothing more than to touch her skin. I bring both hands to her toned abs and the touch sends jolts of heat through both of us. Sara moans and throws her head back which hits softly against the wall. I lower my head to place kisses across her chest and bring one hand up to stroke her nipple through her silky bra. Oh yeah. God she feels so good. Sara has been moaning ‘Cat’ since I first touched her stomach. The feel of my hand on her breast and nipple has caused her to arch her back and thrust more of herself into my willing hand.

I continue to lick and kiss the skin of Sara’s chest as she winds her hands into my hair. I don’t think she knows what she’s doing to me. I have never been this excited to be with a woman. Or a man for that matter. Her moans are driving me wild. Sara tugs at my hair enough to pull me away from her.

What? Oh god, please don’t make me stop. I don’t want to stop. I have to have her. I have to let her know just how much she means to me. She needs to know what she does to me. I ache for her. Please tell me she doesn’t regret this already. I’ll never be able to face her if she has somehow changed her mind. My heart soars as I hear her cracked voice whisper ‘bed’. Oh yes. I will take her to my bed. But I will not let her out of it. I’m not sure if I’ll ever let her go now that I have her.

I was so lost in the touch and feel of her that I forgot where we were, if only for minute. I lead her upstairs and into my bedroom. Suddenly she’s kissing me again. I feel it. She gives herself to me in that kiss. She kisses me with such a passion that I’m left standing there breathless and flushed with hot desire on every inch of my body. Sara leans over and pulls at my shirt. She brings it up over my head kissing around my stomach and my breasts as they are finally revealed to her. I’m not sure when, but she took off her top too. God she is so beautiful. I started moaning her name sometime after we entered the bedroom. I continue as she wraps her arms around me and leans in to kiss me again.

I am now topless. She must have removed my bra while were kissing. She leaves my lips and trails kisses across my shoulders and down to the tops of my breasts. Oh how good she feels. She slowly teases my nipples and breasts by kissing every part of them except that which I desire most. I am once again moaning. I have to touch her. I settle for running my fingers through her hair, the only part of her I get my hands on right away.

Whoa god! Sara has grabbed one breast and is now sucking on my other nipple. I scream out her name in delight and now I know why Sara wondered where Lindsey was. I wouldn’t be surprised if that scream woke up everyone within two blocks. My god she feels good.  That scream must have done something to Sara. She is now sliding me out of the rest of my clothes. Her tongue is swirling around my nipple, slowly making it harder. I scream her name again. I can’t control my reactions to her touch.

My clothes are now gone and Sara is inches away from my desire. She slowly kisses round my bellybutton, causing me to shiver in ecstasy. I can’t take much more. I maneuver our bodies so that we are at the bed and I push her onto it. I remove all of her clothes except her bra. I really like the silky of her bra against the taut hardness of her nipples. I press every inch my body against her skin as I crawl up the bed to her. God how I love this. Her body is all flushed and excited. I quietly moan as our skin touches for the first time. I play with her nipples through the fabric. I lick and suck them until she moans my name. I kiss everywhere around her breast, repeating the torture she had put me through. She moans my name and I suck harder on her nipple. She nearly throws me off the bed as her body jerks in response to my harsher treatment.

I need her. I will not hold back any more. My hand lightly strokes her side as I lean down and kiss Sara hard. I adjust my body so that I am straddling Sara’s leg. I want my release to be at the same time as hers. I move my hand down to her curls and Sara whimpers underneath me. Every move she makes and every sound that comes from her only deepens my desire. My body is aching for hers. I waste no more time.

I slip one finger into her wetness and immediately her body pulls me further in. Sara thrust her leg harder into me. God. I know that I’m going to have one hell of an explosive orgasm before long. I begin to move my body sliding up and down her hard thigh.  Sara is close to the edge. She’s moaning into our kiss and her body is pulling me further and further inside her. I cannot hold back much longer. I release her from our kiss and again scream out her name.

I move faster and harder against Sara’s leg, my body begging for release. As I move Sara asks for more of me inside her. I comply. I insert a second finger and adjust their position so that I can massage her clit with my thumb and my fingers inside her can reach her g-spot. I am surrounded with the smell of our sex and with Sara’s moans in my ears. My body moves faster and my hand works harder on Sara’s mound until Sara moans out my name in orgasm. As soon as she moans my name I scream in my own release.

Part 3

I am hers. I don’t know if she knows it yet, but with that release, every part of me became hers. Body and soul.  She has every ounce of love one person can give. We relax into each other after our lovemaking. I discover she’s ticklish. I like that. We fall into a silence and then she tells me that this is when she usually leaves.

I can’t let her do that. If she does, I know she’ll think this was just some sort of fling. That I don’t really want her. If she leaves, I might think it was a fling. I can’t handle that. I need to know that it’s not. Having fantastic sex is not all that I want. I want to know her. In every possible way. We kind of lost ourselves in our lust and skipped all parts before sex. The parts where we learn more about each other. The parts that involve dates. I still want these.

She says she doesn’t want to go. Being with her is like riding a rollercoaster. Highs and lows. She’s all nervous when she tells me she usually leaves now and so many thoughts run through my head. Before I say anything she tells me that she wants to stay. I am elated. I want nothing more than for her to never leave my side. It’s probably too much for her to handle right away, so I just remind her that I owe her breakfast. Just so she doesn’t think she has to leave right after that, I make sure that I look deep into her eyes as I speak with her. She’s going to stay.

She’s glad that I don’t want her to leave. I see it in her eyes. She grabs me and pulls me into a kiss. The kiss ignites the fire within in me once again. She may not leave the bed. Forget breakfast. Sara will be my sustenance, she will keep me going. She pulls away and I tell her my thoughts. She might not leave my bed. But she laughs and tells me that she is hungry. Something has worked up her appetite. 

She calls my name as she leaves my bed. I call her lover. I wanted to call her ‘love’ but figured it was still too soon. But now we are lovers so that will have to do. She asks where the bathroom is. I forgot that she had never really been here before. We skipped a lot of things to get where we are now. I point to a room across the hall and she disappears inside.

I grab a robe from my closet and head downstairs. I cannot remember what food we have that Sara might eat. I must be a little spacey this morning because I don’t even hear her come up behind me. She asks for waffles. I cannot deny her. I will never deny her anything. She gets some juice from the fridge, grabs the morning paper and puts a CD in the CD player.

I learn more about her. The CD was Norah Jones. It’s a mix of popular music and a bluesy/jazz kind of music. It’s one of my favorite new CDs. There’s something ethereal about the music. It’s soulful and sweet, but with just enough pop to get it radio play on a mainstream station. She seems to like the same kind of music that I do. I learn that she doesn’t watch TV. Mostly only the news.

We fall into comfortable silence. She drinks her juice and reads the paper while I prepare breakfast. We sit down to eat and I learn that she has begun to eat meat again. She doesn’t eat much, but she has a couple slices of bacon with her waffles.

I ask her, as I had originally intended, what was bothering her so much at work. I am only mildly surprised to learn it was me. She calls it ‘Catherine frustration’. I apparently inspire lusty feelings in her and sometimes it just drives her to distraction. I like that.

Three years without incredible sex with me. She said that too. I have to admit, if I knew the sex would be that good, I would not have wasted anytime in getting to know her better. But, I think that maybe the all the time we wanted each other and did not have each other helped. 

She distracts me too. With her smirk and the way her hair falls in front of her face when she’s trying to hide something. I always wanted to reach out and brush that hair out of her face. I could then look into her eyes clearly and see what was bothering her. That, of course, would give me the opportunity to make everything better. Ah, but now I can make everything better.

Something really distracted her last night, and I still want to know what it was. I ask. Oh. I had no idea that something as simple as my shirt could drive her nuts. I need to remember to wear that top more often. She says it rides up and she can see patches of my skin. Huh. I always thought I had my top tucked n at all times. But, then again, when I get to work, I sometimes don’t notice my own appearance. Oh well, I’m glad now that I didn’t notice.

I was going to make my move then; after her admission. I go over to her and am almost prepared to lean in and kiss her when I hear the door open and suddenly Lindsey and Nancy are in the room with us. Oh, what a surprise that was. Lindsey was supposed to be on her way to school.

She forgot her math book. I’ll have to remember to check her bag before she leaves to spend the night with Nancy from now on. I can tell that Sara is extremely embarrassed about being caught. I haven’t told her yet that my family knows about my lifestyle. Nancy can barely stop ogling Sara, and she wanders into the kitchen so as to not get caught.

Lindsey comes back downstairs and wants to know if we can have ice cream after school. I know it’s a bad idea to eat dessert before dinner, but I am a sucker for my daughter. Apparently so is Sara. Lindsey wants her to come too. I see the uncertainty in her eyes. She doesn’t know if she should go. She feels like she would be intruding. She tells Lindsey that it’s up to me. I agree.

I want her to know my family. I want her to be a part of it. I can tell Lindsey likes her already when she Sara gets a hug from her before she leaves for school. Nancy, who continues to smirk at me, knowing full well what she interrupted this morning, and tells me that she will be back soon for details. Oh great.

Once the house is ours again, I see that Sara is a little shocked at the way Lindsey had accepted her being there so easily. I know that I will have to explain Lindsey to Sara someday, but I really don’t want to do it right now. After all, we were interrupted. Sara tells me that she has fallen for Lindsey too. Says she is just like her mother, and with the same smile. She likes my smile. In return for her compliment I give her a big smile.

I begin to clean up our breakfast and Sara stops me. She wants to clean up. I can’t remember the last time someone offered to do the dishes for me. I’m not about to pass up the offer. I head off to the shower, and leave Sara to the work.

One of the small things in life that I absolutely love is a good hot shower. The hot water and steam relaxes me. I have an array of expensive moisturizers and other assorted body products that just plain make me feel good. I take my time in the shower, knowing that Sara is comfortable enough that she will not just gather her clothes and run off, like she says she usually does.

I step out of the shower to dry off and suddenly there she is. She steps out of the robe I lent her, telling me she doesn’t need it anymore. Guess she wasn’t as comfortable as I had thought. Seems like she’s going to leave.  I feel awkward standing before her naked, knowing that she will be leaving. And there she is, cool as ever standing naked in my bathroom. She has no idea what she does to me. And now she’s leaving. Ah well, fuel for the fantasies I guess.

I remind her to come back so that we can get ice cream with Lindsey. Then she’s telling me she’s not leaving. Yes! She walks over to me and takes my towel so that she can dry me off. We kiss. I can’t be this close to her and not kiss her. It’s a thought that dominates my brain every time she’s near. And now that I know that my kisses are welcome, I know that I will have a hard time not kissing her every time I see her.

Something has changed. She still has the towel in her hand, but she is no longer trying to dry my skin. Her hands have changed their intent. She is now touching and massaging me through the towel. Groping might be a more accurate term, but it seems so crude. She doesn’t just grope. She touches me in ways that make body melt in desire.

I don’t even realize that she’s doing it but she has lifted me off the ground. She lifts me easily, but I still can’t believe she has picked me up. I never knew she was this strong. She tells me we’re going to the bedroom where she can have her way with me. All I can do is hold on tight.

Part 4

Sara is a lot stronger than I would have thought. She had no problem carrying me from the bathroom straight to the bed. I love seeing this side of her. She has a look in her eyes that says she wants to conquer me. And I am more than willing to let her.

She takes her time and I sense what she needs. This is for her. She wants this to be all about my pleasure. I am not sure how long I will last, not being able to toss her on her back and make her scream for me. But I will try. I see that she needs this.

She is not going to make this easy. She starts slow and steady. With one kiss. Our mouths meshing and our breath mingling. With her naked on top of me and her kissing me like that, I am ready to have her. I want her more than I even want my own release. The things she does to me, my god.

Her kisses are like torture. She uses her kisses to excite me to a point that I am nearly thrashing on the bed begging her for more. I want more than her kisses. I want her hands and her tongue. I want every part of her. But she continues to kiss. And kiss and kiss. She knows I want more. She only gives a little. She caresses as she kisses my skin. It is still not enough.

She moves so she is settled between my legs. Yes! But she continues to plant kisses on my abdomen. She runs her hands up and down my legs. She stops just as they get close to my need and then retreat back down my leg. My frustration becomes vocal as her kisses get closer and closer to my wetness. Closer to where I need them to be.

I can’t take this anymore. I openly beg for her to relieve my need. I thrust my hips toward her face, hoping that she will get the hint. And she does not. She just kisses my flesh just above my opening and chuckles. The sensation is overwhelming, the vibrations of her chuckle send shivers throughout my entire body and I thrust once again. She twirls her fingers in my curly hair. This is too much. She is right there. She has to know how much I need this.

She lowers her head and I think for minute that I might be relieved of the pressure that is building up. But then I feel her lips on the inside of my thighs. So close. Her lips feel fantastic kissing the tender skin on my thighs. But I am so ready for more. I know that she wants to control this, but if she doesn’t do something about my need, I will do it for her. Sara’s kisses return to my center. I feel one finger at my entrance, tracing a path up and down. A low moan escapes my lips. I think she likes to hear what she does to me, because then I feel her tongue opening me up to her.

Oh my god! Yes!

I will not last much longer. Her tongue is doing amazing things to me. She changes pace and licks and thrusts. God, she feels so good. I’m not sure what she has done to me, but I am screaming out in orgasm in seconds. I feel her everywhere. In me, on me. Tasting me. My god I have never felt this good. And I feel a second orgasm coming. She is relentless. I come a second and a third time. I feel her move, but I can no longer function. My body is on fire and I know that despite my efforts, I am drifting off to sleep.

I wake a short while later wrapped up in Sara’s arms. I like it here so much that I contemplate staying her forever. But I know that I can’t. My pesky sister will be here any time now to grill me about Sara. I turn over in her arms and watch her sleep. She is so beautiful. She must have been tired. She doesn’t even notice as I slip out of her arms and gently push her onto her back.

I cannot forget what she has done to me, nor will I let her push me to new heights like that without a reward. No one has ever made me feel the way she did. She had no care for her own satisfaction, she only cared that I reached that high.

She is still asleep. Good. I know how to get attention. I move between her legs and give her a lick. Sara immediately wakes up and moans my name. I love the sound of my name on her lips. Especially when she’s in this position. It sounds so primal yet so loving. It’s an odd combination, but my heart flutters every time she moans it like that. It makes me feel like a goddess.

I know that we don’t have much time, so I cannot return her love like I want to. But I do want to do this for her. And when she comes she moans my name again. I cannot manage to pull myself away from her. She has enchanted me. I lick up her wetness and feel her body shiver. I know what that shiver means. With a quick thrust of my tongue inside her, she has another orgasm. This is heaven. Right here and now. The woman I have come to love moaning my name in ecstasy. There is nothing in the world that fells better than this.

Once again realizing that Nancy will be here soon, I lay next to Sara and tell her that I must put some clothes on and warn her about Nancy’s arrival. I tell her Nancy wants to talk about my new relationship. Sara kind of freaks a little at that word. I’m not sure what relationships she has had in her past, but they can’t be good. She looks at me like a lost child and asks if I mean that she is my girlfriend. Her eyes light up again when I tell her yes. Girlfriend and lover. She seems to like that.

I shoo her off to the shower and put some clothes on. I head downstairs and straighten up the living room. I turn to the kitchen and there is Nancy. I know she’s been here for a little while because I was in the living room and I did not see her come in. Oh god.

I can tell by the way that she’s carefully avoiding looking at me that she’s been here long enough to know what I was doing upstairs. Oh god. And I ask her how long she’s been here. Damn it. She only answers ‘a while’. Damn it. I know what that means. I feel my face heat up and I know that it must be bright red. Now she tells me that Sara must be excellent in bed. Oh god. Okay, so she is, but this is my sister here. She does not need to know that.

And then, as if to add to my embarrassment, Sara has finished showering and has joined the conversation. Sara looks shocked when she finds out just how long Nancy has been sitting here. She handles it well. She turns red and mutters ‘Oh god’ a few times much like I did. But she recovers quickly and starts questioning Nancy about me and my family.

Sara was still unsure if she was my girlfriend. I look right into her eyes and tell her that not only is she my girlfriend, but that I am hers for as long as she will have me. She makes my heart surge with happiness when she tells me that she will never leave me. I have heard this line before, many times. But from her I totally believe it. Her voice was soft, but unwavering and the look in her eyes told me that she meant every word she was saying.

Sara learns from Nancy that I have been crushing on her since her arrival in Vegas. I’m not sure how Nancy knew before I did that I had feelings for Sara. Sure, Nancy and I have a great relationship and I talk to her all the time. But it took me at least a year to figure it out. And she sits here all smug and tells Sara it’s been the whole time. I realize she’s right, but how does she know? Must be some kind of sister thing. I try not to dwell on it.

We sit there at the bar between my kitchen and dining room and discuss little bits of our relationship with Nancy. There’s not much to tell right now, because its just the beginning. But Nancy is nosy and wants to know anyway. She leaves with a promise to take Lindsey straight to school tomorrow, with no side trips back home, just in case I have company over.

Sara tells me that she needs to leave too. I really don’t want her to go. But she makes a convincing argument about not wanting to go to work tonight in the same clothes she wore yesterday. That would definitely set off alarms at work. Can’t have that just yet.

I give her a kiss goodnight and she is gone. I know that I do need to get some sleep before it’s time to pick up Lindsey, but when I get upstairs, the bed still smells of Sara and our sex. For a moment I consider sleeping on the couch, but I enjoy the memories and stay. After a while I drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Sara shows up before 3:00, as I knew she would. Sara hates to be late. As soon as I open the door I am pulled into her arms and she kisses me. In less than a second I am reminded of everything that has happened since last night. She has renewed my desire for her with just one kiss. And then she pulls away and tells me its time go. Jesus. How can she kiss me like that and expect me to walk out the door? She is going to pay for that later.

Part 5

The drive to Lindsey school is relatively quiet. But in a good way. It’s not at all uncomfortable. We park the car and head over to the swing set at the park across from the school. Like children, we swing. Again, it’s still quiet in that good way. I’m so happy that she’s comfortable with all of this. She is walking headfirst into a relationship with an older woman. Okay, so it’s eight years, and that’s not really a lot, but, I’m still older. And I have a family.

Lindsey comes running up and I pick her up and swing her in my arms. I know that someday she’s going to be too big for me to do this, so I do it while I still can. Lindsey probably thinks she’s too old for this already, but she knows I like it, so she lets me do it. She’s obviously really excited about going to get ice cream. Lindsey chatters on about school while we drive to the ice cream parlor. I bet this is what Sara was like when she was young. So excited about school.

I leave them in a booth while I go get ice cream for the three of us. When I come back to the table I can tell that something has happened while I was gone. I am worried about Sara. She seems to be stunned into silence. There’s not much that can make Sara react that way. I can barely hold in the laughter as she explains that my daughter has asked her if she is my girlfriend. I confirm with Lindsey that that is indeed what Lindsey asked her. I cannot hold the laughter in and I continue laughing for a few minutes. I know that Sara is not accustomed to such acceptance. Lindsey has known for a while now that I like girls and boys. This is one of the things that makes me love her more everyday. Most children would not be able to understand such things at her age, but she very mature about it even if she doesn’t completely understand.

When I calm down I explain that Sara and I are dating. Lindsey tells me she likes Sara. How did I get lucky enough to have these two women in my life? Okay, so Lindsey is definitely not a woman, but I feel especially lucky to have her as my child. I don’t have to hide any part of my life from her. I love that.

We continue talking until it is time to go. I convince Lindsey to do her homework by volunteering Sara to help her. Sara can’t hide from me. I know she enjoyed being in school and Lindsey likes it as well. They’re a pretty good match.

We head home and Lindsey starts on her homework in the dining room. Usually she does her homework upstairs, but I get the feeling that she knows Sara wants to be near me, so she asks to do her homework down here. I can’t find a good enough reason to tell her no, so I let her. I start on a light Italian dinner, salad and all, while they do homework.

I am nearly finished when I hear the TV come on and Sara is suddenly behind me. She begins nuzzling at my neck and I bask in her touch. We lose ourselves in each other and soon I hear Lindsey interrupting us to ask about dinner. Sara is so cute. She has hidden from my daughter by placing her head in my neck. She is clearly embarrassed, but I love it.

Before I know it we have eaten and everything is cleaned up. We finish watching a movie on the Cartoon Network and soon my sister is here for Lindsey. Lindsey is off to Nancy’s house and Sara and I are alone again. I can’t seem to get her off my mind, because soon I am lying with my head in her lap trying to subtly convince her to come to bed with me.

She agrees, but not in the way I was hoping for. She wants to sleep. But not just sleep, she wants to sleep with me in her arms so that she can wake up with me still there. She is so sweet that I cannot refuse her. And so we do just that. It’s the second time today that I’ve gone to sleep, thankfully it is for only a few hours that we will be sleeping before work. I fall asleep with her arms wrapped around me, and that is how I wake up. I’ve got to admit, it’s a pretty good place to be.

Before I realize it, the alarm is screaming and it’s time to head off to work. She’s amazing. She’s even beautiful when she first wakes up. I, on the other could probably frighten small children with the way I look when I wake up. I hurried and got ready for work while Sara wandered downstairs.

I have discovered that Sara has one bad habit. She seems to get a thrill out of kissing me when there is always something else to be done. She will pull me into her arms and kiss me until she knows I want to take it further. Then she will pull away and tell me it’s time to leave. She did it earlier, when it was time to pick up Lindsey. And now she’s done it again. Now we have to go to work when all I want to do is stay at home with her and re-explore every inch of her body until she begs for release. I think she knows what she does to me and just likes to get me all worked up.

We drive to work separately so that no one can start any rumors. The whole way there I’m thinking about Sara and what a wonderful person she is. I can’t believe that I managed to wait this long to make my move. What was I thinking? When I get to work, I notice that Sara has kept a distance between us, obviously attempting to make it look like we are not coming in together. If I know her, she will head straight for the coffee as soon as she gets inside.

I head into my office and see that Grissom has left a note indicating he would like to speak with me. I walk to Grissom’s office and notice that Sara has indeed gone straight to the break room for coffee. Grissom is polite and asks how I’m feeling and to tell the truth, so much else has happened since that kid hit me, that I’ve forgotten about it. I mean, what’s a punch in the face when you’ve been busy having incredible sex?

I tell Grissom that it feels better already, not telling him about why I haven’t noticed any pain. He looks relieved. Then he fills me on what the dayshift was able to find at the kid’s apartment and that the kid is currently sitting in an interview room, waiting to be questioned again. Brass told his crew to lose the paperwork on the kid for a little while so he wouldn’t be able to bond out and run. I’ll have to remember to thank Brass.

I walk down to the interview rooms to find Jonathan Freese. We definitely need to talk. Unfortunately he isn’t in the mood. I did find out that he knew all the family secrets, but after that he stopped answering questions we had a staring contest. Eventually you can usually get someone to start talking again if you return their silent treatment. We sit there quietly staring at each other for about ten minutes.

Sara interrupts us with some new information for me. Looks the girlfriend has some helpful information about the Freese family. Dad beat up mom, and she beat up Jonathan. We really need to get Scott in here and clean up this mess.

I love to watch Sara work. Not only is she a great CSI, but she gets so excited about her work. Give her a lead to follow and she practically bounces off the walls with renewed energy. It’s a great thing to watch. And now as I stand her talking to her, I see that familiar sparkle in her eyes. So far, this working together thing is working out okay.

I return to Jonathan and question him some more. I give up the silent treatment to see if this new direction will help open him up. We talk about how his ex-girlfriend is saying that he hit her. He, of course denies it. But he does know that his dad used to hit his mother. Boy, was this a fun family to be a part of.

Sara joins me in questioning him. We still don’t get much out of him. He does open up a little bit more to Sara, and that makes things a little easier. Somehow I get the feeling he doesn’t really like talking to me.

Sara whispers to me she needs to get some test results from Greg. Which is okay by me because being near her has once again turned into a distraction. I can remember the feel of her lips pressed against mine. From where I sit, I can smell the light hint of perfume that she put on so many hours ago. She is so close to me that I can hardly resist the urge to touch her. And suddenly I feel her tongue tracing the outer edge of my ear. Holy Jesus!

With her so close and that one small touch, I feel a fire burn through my veins and a desire for her that is so strong I might just toss her on the table and have my way with her. I don’t even care that we are at work, or that there are other people in the room. She is playing with me and I can’t take it anymore.

Sara leaves to check in with Greg and I leave the interview room to calm down a little. My nerves are on fire. I’m sure if anyone looked at me right now, they could easily see just how much I want her. I know I can’t let this get to me at work, so I head toward my office to cool off. Before I’m even in the door, there is Sara again. She calls my name and practically runs to my office and sits in one of the chairs facing my desk. Behind her, I have closed and locked the door.

I know that I shouldn’t do what I’m about to do, but I can’t resist the urge. She tells me about the test results as I move to stand in front of her chair. I could care less about the tests. Instead, I change the subject and pout that what she has done to me wasn’t a nice thing to do. Sara just looks at me as if she has no idea what I’m talking about. So I elaborate for her. And then she stands up and tells me I’m irresistible. Me. As if she has no idea just how sexy she is.

She leans in to give me a tiny kiss, but I want more. I did lock the door for a reason. I lean back against my desk and pull her into me for a deeper kiss. I hear Sara as she whimpers just a little, and I know that she wants this just as much as me. She is holding back, aware that we are still at work. I, on the other hand, do not care anymore. Earlier this was something that I wanted. Now it has become a need.

I hold onto her tightly, not letting her go. I have worked my hand under her shirt to touch the soft skin of her back. Mmm. She feels good. I continue to kiss her as I grab her ass with one hand and pull her even closer. I know that I’m breaking down Sara’s restraint because when I pull her even closer, she moans into our kiss. She pulls away from our kiss, but I hold her tight not letting her body move.

I lower my head to her neck and start kissing and sucking on the delicate flesh there. She moans out a nickname she has for me “Cat”. Not a nickname I particularly like, but since she only does that when we’re together in positions like this, I think I may begin to like it.

She reminds me that we’re still at work. I tell that I don’t care. That she has me so turned on, so wet for her, that I must have her. Oh, she’s likes hearing that. She has unbuttoned my shirt and unclasped my bra. She lightly grabs one of my breasts, and I throw back my head and moan her name. She leans in to kiss me and prevent others from hearing us. I am glad that we are leaning against my desk instead of standing. I’m not sure if my legs could hold me up any longer.

Sara has begun brushing her thumbs over my nipples and each time she does so, I moan into her. I want her so bad. She has moved one of her hands to the button of my slacks. Yes! I know that she will bring me the release I want. She has moved so that she is straddling my leg, both giving me contact with her and allowing her easier access to me.

Though our clothes are still on, I feel her heat. She is ready for this too. I grab onto her hips and pull her harder onto my thigh as she slips her hand into my panties. Oh god. I need her so badly that her one touch has almost pushed me over the edge. I want her to enjoy this as well, so I continue to push my thigh into her as she moves against me. I can feel her fingers in me and on me and soon I am there. I try to stifle the scream that roars through my body by burying my head into her neck. I think I’ve actually bitten her shoulder. I hope I didn’t hurt her. I hear a low growl from Sara and know that she has reached her peak as well.

We hold each other for minute before everything comes back into focus and we realize that we need to get back to work. After all, can’t have someone come looking for us. Sara knows just how to tease me. She licks and sucks at the fingers that were just inside me. She is too damn sexy. Despite the fact that we just seconds ago had sex, I want her again. Watching her as she plays with her fingers and stares directly into my eyes. Jesus, I may never make it through this day.

Before we leave my office, Sara teases me once more by telling me that she wants to do that again. And I can’t help but think of how much I want her to do that again. And again and again.

Part 6

Sara runs off to a lab to grab some kits as I go back to talk with Jonathan. I’m sure everyone in the office can take one look at my face and know what I’ve just done. But right now, I’m so happy that I don’t care if everyone does know.

I try to convince the boy to let us take the samples without talking to his lawyer. Now I know he doesn’t like me. He agrees to give the samples the first time Sara asks him, after I had already tried about three times. Sara heads off to run the tests on his samples as I head over to speak with his father.

Like father, like son. Or in this case it’s technically like son, like father since I talked to the son first. Scott gives up little information before he lawyers up. I do get him to admit that he hit his wife. I also manage to get an alibi out of him for the time of his ex-wife’s murder. Looks like he evidence is staking up against the son.

As he waits for his lawyer, I check in with Greg to see about the DNA samples from the son. He rushed them for me and for his kindness I give him a light kiss on the cheek. I am in a really good mood tonight. More evidence against Jonathan. I know that Sara will be examining the fingerprints herself and head out to find her.

Sure enough, there she is, hunched over the comparison microscope manually checking prints. If I know her, she ran them through AFIS and is just double checking the match. She is too involved in her work to notice my entrance into the room. I suddenly have a good idea.

We’ll see how she likes it. I come up behind her, move some of her hair out the way, and lick her ear exactly as she had done to me earlier. She hums her approval and I do it again. I watch as goose bumps run up and down her skin.

We discuss our results and I tell her that we have to wait for Scott’s attorney before he will give us the samples we want. All the evidence points to Jonathan, but we need to make sure we account for every print on the knife before we close this case. Sara leads me over to the other side of the table, where I see she has laid out pictures across the table.

She has a puzzle for me and leaves me to solve it. I am to be looking for something that was here and is now gone. She can be so helpful. It takes me a while, but in one of the pictures, I can see a faint outline of a knife in the dried blood. Our killer may have left the knife behind and then someone else came along and took it after the blood had had a chance to dry.

I know that Sara is once again in the break room having another cup of coffee. It’s like an addiction for her. I think she probably drinks about five cups a shift. And I know she doesn’t even drink it to keep awake. I think she just likes it that much. I rush off to find her and declare my victory over her puzzle. We discuss what she thinks it means, and though I think it’s a stretch, she might have a good point. It’s not like these people aren’t screwed up enough anyway.

She slightly teases me again and bets breakfast that she’s right. I take the bet knowing that right or wrong, I win if her idea of breakfast ends up anything like this morning.

We notice that Scott’s attorney has decided to show up and we head in to get his prints. We confirm his alibi for the night of his murder, oddly enough he was with his attorney, and Sara grabs his prints and I take a saliva sample.

Sara has gone off again to run his prints and I go back to Greg. Sara finds me to tell me that Scott’s prints were on the murder weapon and I tell her that his DNA wasn’t at the scene. If I know Sara, she will push any button she can find on Scott to see if she’s right about him stabbing his wife post mortem. I head into a different interview room to tell Jonathan that he will be arrested.

With the presence of another officer in the room he takes the news pretty well and only cries a little. Sara has finished her talk with Scott and, what do you know, she was right. As shift ends, I am reminded that I owe Sara another breakfast. This time though, she wants to go to her place. Good.