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"Sara, let's play a game. You up for it?" Catherine said as she straddled her. All thoughts of watching the forensics show on the television were suddenly lost.
She stared deeply into Catherine's eyes as hers burned with lust. "Sure baby, what did you have in mind?" She asked as she settled her hands on Catherine's hips to hold her in place.
"I was thinking about a little strip tease. But with different rules. I'm going to ask you a question and for every answer you give me, I'll undo a button," Catherine said as she waggled her eyebrows at Sara.
"First question please!" Sara was confident that she'd have the strawberry blonde topless quickly.
Catherine licked her lips and moved her fingers to the buttons on her top. "First question, baby. What's my best feature?"
"Oh that's an easy one. Your eyes.'
Catherine smiled slyly at Sara and undid a button on her blouse. Sara responded with a gap-toothed grin. Even though they had been together for more than three years, Sara still responded almost immediately to the sight of a hint of Catherine's chest.
"Second question baby. What was your first impression when you met me?"
"That you were confused since you didn't know your own name. Remember? You told me that Catherine Willows was in the field."
She slid the next button through its buttonhole. Sara was amazed that Cath could make the simple act of sliding a button through a small slit agonizingly sexy. Her grip tightened on Catherine's hips.
"Third question. Why do you let Greg flirt with you the way he does?"
"It's good for my ego," she saw Catherine's hands moving towards the button she had just freed. "But also because it makes you a little jealous and sometimes a little angry. You're sexy when you're jealous and even sexier when you're angry."
Sara nearly giggled with delight as she was rewarded with one more button finding its freedom. Catherine spread the two halves of her shirt that were unbuttoned, giving Sara an unfettered view of her black lace bra. Sara could only groan in pleasure at the sight on the dark material against her lovers' creamy flesh. Only one more button.
"Fourth question. Why can't you put the lid on the toothpaste when you're done?"
"What?"
"That's not an answer." Sara quickly realized the game was shifting in Catherine's favor as her fingers deftly maneuvered a button back to its original position. She growled in frustration.
"Fifth question. Why do you put your clean clothes on the dresser or leave them in the basket or the dryer instead of actually folding or hanging them?"
"Huh?"
Shit, Sara thought to herself as another button was quickly closed. "Baby?"
"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! You only get to answer questions, not ask them. Last question. How difficult is it to actually put the toilet paper on the roll?"
Catherine was now wearing the sexiest smirk Sara had ever seen on her face. She knew she was in trouble and wouldn't get to experience the striptease that Catherine had taunted her with. She didn't even attempt to answer the last question. Instead she just closed her eyes and threw her head back against the couch.