SAM POV

"Where's that girl gone to now?" Sam ponders.

It's been half an hour since Cat went to the washroom and Sam passed out on the couch out of exhaustion. With the small redhead missing for a good part of the time, she can't help but wonder what else she could be doing.

"It honestly does not take that long to take a piss." She says with disinterest and slight annoyance. She decides to get off the couch and head to the bathroom as she feels she should check on her just to be sure. A lot could happen in thirty minutes, especially if you're anything like Cat Valentine.

She takes her time walking to the bathroom at the end of the hall, before being halted in her tracks by some banging noises coming from the said bathroom. "What the…" Sam whispers as she concentrates in the direction of the noises. She waits a while longer to decipher what those noises are before slowly creeping up to the white wooden door.

"What the hell is she doing in there?" She wonders to herself.

Maybe she's flicking the bean, if you know what I'm saying…" Her brain's response.

"Shut up brain! No dirty things. It's hard enough as is!" She mentally chastises herself. She quietly creeps over to the door, keeping her steps light and mostly on the carpet. The closer she gets, the clearer the sounds are, and to her they sound like… cleaning?

"Wait what? Is she cleaning in there?"

Curious as she is, she reaches the door and stealthily puts her head and hands against it, trying to listen in on her supposed activity. She can hear scrubbing and wiping, and it seems to be coming from the floor. She can faintly hear Cat mumble things to herself; berating her it sounded like.

"God… this has to stop…" She hears her say.

"This is the second time this week, jeez." Second time of what? Sam thinks to herself. She presses harder against the door to amplify her hearing. Her curiosity is starting to peak now.

"It's all her fault! She did this! She just has to be- why is she- wh- why her? Seriously of all people…" she hears Cat mumble in frustration.

Sam is confused now. Cat seems to be irritated at the moment, and it sounds like it could be her fault.

"Oh man what the hell did I do now? Wait is she mad about the whole sheet thing? Ughh I thought we were done with that!" Sam thought. It just seems ridiculous for Cat to be mad about something trivial like that, so she dismisses it.

"Nahhh, can't be, she said it's been going on all week… but what the hell did I do wrong?" she ponders.

She then hears Cat sigh, and she further listens in. "I really need to control it… I don't know if I can take it anymore…" Cat seems to say in a deflated tone. Sam's eyes widen. Now this worries her. Cat seems to be at her breaking point and she has no idea what she's doing to even help. If this goes on, it could affect their friendship, as well as lose her place in their home (yea, it's pretty much her home now).

"Ughh man I need to fix this…" Sam thought. She can't lose her home. She's already started making memories and built relationships; and made a new friend that she can't lose; not after the last one had left her.

"I need to change my ways a little, just to make it easier on the kid." She resolves. "She's probably tired of the things I do. Ha, who wouldn't? I mean I did do some messed up chizz…" She smirks a little at remembering little memories of her days that earned her the moniker, "The Blonde Demon". She shakes herself out of her revelry and pushes off the door. She knocks on the door to alert Cat of her presence, as to make it seem like she had just gone to the washroom. "I have to start now; help her out as much as I can." She resolves in her mind.

"Cat, are you in there?" She calls out. There's a pause, then frantic bumping and banging noises, which startle Sam a little. A few moments later, the door handle is jiggling, and Cat cracks the door slight just to stick her face out a little. She seems out of breath, and a nervous smile plastered on her face.

"Wha- hey Sam! How's it hangin'?" She tries so hard to be casual. Sam narrows her eyes into slits before asking speaking.

"Heeeey… What's taking you so long? You went to the bathroom half an hour ago. I've never seen you take that long to go do your business. You alright?" She questions.

"Ahh, yeayeayea I'm fine! Ahahaha finer that fine! I'm in tip top shape! No need to worry about me Sam, you silly goose!" She says all too sporadically and with a little too much enthusiasm. She mentally slaps herself for it.

"Caaaat…." Sam drawls out slowly. "Why are you being weird? I mean weirder than usual?" She suspiciously asks.

Cat's eyes widen. She knew Sam would question her behavior, so she tries to mask it as well as she could. "Me? Weird? Ahahaha, Sam you're crazy! There's nothing weird here. Do you see anyone weird? Nope I see no one! See no weird here! Hehehe…" Oh my god, that was horrible, She mentally slaps herself once again. So much for her acting skills. Why does she go to a performing arts school again?

Sam shifts her posture and crosses her arms, trying to be more imposing now, as she's just a little curious as to what this small redhead is so desperately (and very poorly) trying to hide.

"Cat? Whatcha doin' in the washroom there?" She questions in slight comical tone. Cat freezes a moment to figure out what to say, but as she thinks, Sam is trying to see past her and scan the room as best she could. Cat sees her and shifts back even more, closing the door a little to obstruct her view into the room.

"Nothing just doing my business ya know? Gotta do the 'do' and what not haha…" Ughh it's just not her day. Cat nervously chuckles and she quickly scrolls through her mind all the plausible (and not stupid) reasons she can use to escape this potentially damaging situation (more to her chagrin than Sam's). As she frantically comes up with an excuse, Sam seems to smell something and sniffs the air to further investigate.

Cat's eyes widen as she seems to smell it too. "Oh god! It smells like sex!" She mentally panics. She has to act now to avoid the situation, and to further avoid any more prying from the blonde because she's running out of excuses to cover up her little 'incident'.

"Why does it smell like se- hey!" Cat quickly shuts the door in her face and locks it and leans on the door to hold Sam at bay. "Oh god she knows!" Cat harsh whispers in flaming embarrassment. Her face is now burning up a nice rosy color as her breath is shallow and her heart racing; and not in the usual way it does with her 'activities'.

"Gotta clean up in here!" She thought. She quickly fumbles around the tiny bathroom looking for the Febreeze to mask the scent in the room, as it's probably the only way to go at this point. As she bangs around the room, Sam knocks loudly on the door, a little irritated with the door being abruptly slammed in her face.

"Cat! Let me in! why did you shut the door in my face you dork!" Sam says in a raised tone. Cat quickly thinks of a plausible (and hopefully still not stupid) response to the question. "I needed to go to the bathroom again! Ahahaha you know me! My bladder is just so small ya know? Too much juice and stuff and yea and liquids and yea- I gotta pee!" She tries to say in a comical tone. Yea, that wasn't stupid at all.

Sam seems quiet for a bit before responding. "Okay… but hurry up. The kids will be here soon so we gotta get ready." She plainly tells her, and she can hear the blonde walk away from the door. Cat sighs a breath of relief; one she really needed as that situation was the worst she's ever encountered.

"Oh my god that was too close… I should really be more discreet about it. Don't need another one of these in the near future." She thought. She finishes cleaning up in the bathroom and makes herself presentable before exiting the room (not before hosing down the room with Febreeze) to wait for the kids to come over.

THAT NIGHT

As the kids leave their apartment with their respective parents, Sam counts the money they made at the kitchen table as Cat tidies up around the living room. Yea, she'll probably try to trick me into giving her my share, so I'll let her have her way, she smiles to herself.

"Woo, we made 300 bucks! Thank you rich Jewish parents!" Sam praises the ceiling.

"Oh Sam, you're so delightfully inappropriate." She jokes. Sam chuckles at her comment before putting the money into the fake pineapple in the fruit basket. She heads over to where Cat is and begins picking up toys in efforts to help out. Cat smiles and says, "Oh you don't have to do that, I can handle it really!"

"Oh I know, but I feel like we did good as a team today, so I just wanted to make sure you don't have to do things alone. I'm always here to help you." Sam says with an offer of a soft smile. Cat's heart soars at the sweet notion and smiles back an even bigger smile at her best friend.

"Awww, you're so sweet Sam! Thank you so much. We make a pretty good team don't we?" She jokes and touches the blonde's bare forearm. She seems to feel her skin burn up alarmingly fast, and as soon as she had rested her hand on her, Sam jerks a little too fast away from her touch.

She laughs nervously, before speaking up, "Hehe yea we do don't we?" trying to recover from the little faltering she just had. They smile at each other once more and resumed cleaning up around the house. They occasionally steal glances at each other and short smiles as they go and they couldn't be any more content in their relationship.

"I can't lose this. It's too good a thing to mess with." Cat thinks to herself. They have such a good thing going, it'd be a shame to lose it. "I can't lose this… lose her. I need her with me." She realizes. "She and I are meant to be together, even if not as a couple." She thought further. She sighs as they finish up cleaning in the living room, before heading to the bedroom to get ready for bed.

"I'm going to shower then get ready for bed." Cat states as they both walk into their split bedroom. She collects her necessary clothes and heads into the washroom and receives only a grunt of approval from Sam. She rolls her eyes playfully and smiles at the blonde before closing the door behind her.

Sam belly flops onto her bed and lies limp in exhaustion. She lies for a few seconds and releases a few grunts of relief as she feels her body relax a little bit from the softness of her bed and covers. As she lies there, her mind drifts and remembers the events that transpired today. From the bathroom to when they were cleaning up. They just a lot of questions that she didn't have answers for and she needed to know said answers.

"What was up in that bathroom? I could've sworn it smelled like sex in there…" She ponders. The thought of Cat engaging in sexual activities was enough to get her juices going. Her breath shallows and her skin starts to burn, and she can smell her arousal in her jeans. "Oh god just by thinking about her that way…" She sits up and goes to check the washroom door. She can hear Cat humming a song in the shower, and figures how much time she has.

"I have a good 10 minutes before she steps out." She thought. She quickly makes her way to her bed and gets under the covers. She strips off her jeans, leaving her in her blue boxer shorts, before those came off as well. She reaches in between her mattresses and pulls out a pink 6-inch dildo.

She sighs, senses flooded with arousal for Cat, "Well, you gotta do what you gotta do…" She says to herself with as smirk. She sits up against her headrest and begins massaging her now soaking wet cunt with the phallic sex toy.

"Oh god…" She moans in a hushed tone. She rubs it slowly over her moist slit, with her free hand massaging her perked up breasts over her shirt. She brief glances to the bathroom door to be wary of signs that Cat might be finished in there. Then a thought hits her; Cat's just a door away. Naked. VERY Naked. And wet. Just on the other side of a door. Feeling a giant wave of lust suddenly hit her, she gets off her bed, still naked from the waist down, and leans back on the wall beside the door. She still hears Cat humming in the shower, so in a sudden daring move, she begins to pleasure herself again with her dildo.

"Oh god Cat… I want you so bad baby…" She moans as she rubs her gleaming cunt furiously. She picks up the pace a little, trying to waste little time in getting to her release as Cat may step out at any time and catch her mid act. She'd probably have to kill herself if that ever happened.

Her eyes flicker open and closed, as the pleasure builds in her center. The fantasizing thoughts of Cat engaging in sexual activities… especially with her, is enough to make her go further. She angles the dildo and slowly penetrates herself inch by inch. Her eyes close and her jaw slacks as waves and waves of blissful pleasure surge through her. She begins pumping at a steady rate, slowly losing track of her surroundings.

She should've probably been paying attention though, because if she did, she would've heard the shower stop running, and would've realized Cat has begun stepped out of the shower. Sam's moans was enough to get Cat's attention, so she dried her hair quickly and put it up in a ponytail, wraps herself in a towel, and went to go check on the blonde. As she reaches for the door handle however, she notices that the moans are closer that she first anticipated. She leans her head on the door to listen in, only to hear a wet, steading slopping sound, and a mixture of Sam's heavy breathing and breathy moans.

Cat's eyes widen at the realization; Sam was masturbating just outside of this door. This quickly shoots a bullet of arousal up her spine and within seconds, she's a giant bundle of lust and nerves. Without missing a beat, she leans her back on the door and drops the towel wrapped around her. Just like before, as if a practiced routine, Cat's hands go to work on her breasts and now soaked pussy. The two girls pleasure themselves with lustful vigor, with only a door keeping them apart. As they both pick up the paces on their sexual ventures, their moans and breaths are synchronized with every pump and rub.

"Come on, baby…" Sam breathes out.

"Yea give it to me, baby…" Cat moans as if a response to the blonde.

As they both near their climax, both girls pick up their respective paces with their pumping and rubbing.

Cat's eyes start flickering, as she knows what is to come next. She picks up the pace and inserts two digits into her sopping wet cunt, and pumps vigorously. On the other side of the door, Sam also senses her impending orgasm and begins to pump as fast as her hands will go. The dildo penetrates her deep and hard, which is achieving her desired effect.

As they both rush to their finish, Sam loudly moans, "CAT I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Cat's eyes shoot open when she hears this, and realization hits her; Sam is pleasuring herself… to her. Sam Puckett is pleasuring herself to Cat Valentine. This was enough to send her soaring, as she hits her orgasm harder than ever before. Sam also peaks in her climax and both girls loudly moan at the same time, squirting their sexual fluids all over the floor. Both girls are riding off their muscle spasms and blissful release, with a smile on both their faces.

After a few more moments pass, the girls proceed to clean up after themselves, as well as the mess the made on the either side of the bathroom door. Sam cleans herself up and puts her 'friend' back in its hiding place and proceeds to change out of her current clothes into more sleep worthy attire and relaxes on her bed. Cat also cleans up in the bathroom, like earlier, and runs another quick shower to wash of the sex on her. She finishes sooner than before and dries up, putting on her pajamas and exits the bathroom, knowing full what just transpired on both sides. She quickly makes her way to her bed and bids Sam a quick goodnight before shutting off her lights. Sam in usual fashion, grunts in response, and does the same.

As the lull of sleep starts to overtake them, Sam starts to drift off into a dream of assorted meats, and of Cat of course, and finally succumbs with a smile on her face. Cat on the other hand lays on her side watching the blonde sleep through the low glare of the moonlight through their window. She smiles to herself, knowing something about the blonde, that makes all these uncomfortable feelings she has for her seem alright.

"Maybe… just maybe…" She whispers, slowly nodding off into dreams of bibble and a blonde-haired demon.