Her Heart
by: Liv-x-Case-Benson & dcmasters
Ch. 3: Past Requests of a House Guest
"Actually, could you help me with something in my office. A file you left yesterday."
"Sure," she said, following.
Catherine smiled shutting and locking the door behind them, blinds already closed. "Can you grab it for me?"
Sara nodded, grabbing the file.
Whilst Sara had her back to her, Catherine had unbuttoned her shirt and sat with her knees crossed on the sofa arm, smirking.
"And you've got something in mind?"
"Just this second I really fancied a cuddle."
Sara smiled, sitting beside her.
Catherine moved to kneel in front of Sara, pulling her close. "I've missed you," she whispered, toying with the buttons on Sara's shirt.
Sara smirked. "Yeah?"
"Mhm," the older woman replied, dropping kisses along the skin she slowly exposed.
"Why?"
Catherine pulled back to look at Sara. "Because, lately, the only time we seem to see each other to actually have a conversation is here. And when either one of us isn't here, we're sleeping. I miss all of you."
"So what do you want to do about it?" Sara asked.
"I could think of a few things," Catherine smirked, nipping Sara's neck.
She smiled, leaning into her, moaning softly.
"I love you," Catherine whispered by her ear.
"I love you too."
Catherine smirked, sucking below Sara's ear as her hands slipped into the brunette's open shirt and to her back stroking gently.
Sara smiled. "This feels...better."
"Better how?" Catherine asked, squeezing her breasts through her bra.
Sara moaned into Catherine's neck. "Just having you this close..."
"It feels like so long ago when we were last like this," she replied, repeating the action as she nipped along Sara's collarbone.
Sara snuggled close. "Too long."
"Just want a cuddle?" Catherine asked, "Because I'm quite happy with that."
"Well, if you feel daring, I'd love more than that."
"You know I love a dare," Catherine smirked, pulling Sara's shirt off, "But you'll have to try and be quiet."
Sara nodded, biting on her shirt.
Catherine slowly stripped Sara, then herself, laying the brunette back on the couch, kissing her deeply.
Sara smiled, wrapping her arms around Catherine's neck, kissing back, nipping her lip.
Catherine gave a soft moan, cupping Sara's breasts to run her thumbs lightly over her nipples.
"Mmm, god yes..." she moaned softly, barely a whisper.
The older woman kissed along Sara's jaw line to her ear, nipping just below it as she continued.
Sara moaned into the shirt.
Catherine's nips soon turned to soft bites, teeth grazing Sara's skin, pinching.
"Mmm..." her nails scratched Catherine's back.
Catherine gave a soft gasp, removing one of her hands to replace it with her mouth, latching onto Sara's nipple, swirling her tongue.
"Ohh..." her eyes rolled closed, then opened to slits.
Smirking, she stayed, teasing Sara, her free hand lightly stroking up and down her stomach.
"Mmm," Sara's hands roamed her back, scratching.
The redhead moved her fingers to the brunette's thighs alternating, sucking her nipple with a loud pop sound.
Sara's nails dug deeper as she got louder.
"Shh..." Catherine blew against her, repeating the action.
"Mmm..."
Catherine brushed Sara's clit very lightly with her index finger.
Sara jumped.
The redhead moved her fingers a little firmer against the sensitive bundle, moaning when she felt Sara's wetness.
Sara pulled her back up, discarding the shirt, kissing her hard.
Catherine moaned into her mouth, returning the kiss.
"Please?"
Catherine slipped three fingers slowly inside the brunette.
Sara moaned, widening her legs. "Yes..."
Catherine looked into Sara's eyes as she began moving her fingers quickly, harder with each movement.
Sara moaned deeper.
"God, I've missed that moan," Catherine whispered, nipping between Sara's breasts.
"Ohh..." she moaned, feeling herself becoming wetter.
The older woman continued down, flicking her tongue quickly over Sara's clit.
Sara had to bite her lip hard, moaning. "Mmm..."
Catherine curled her fingers, thrusting them harder as she increased speed beginning to alternate between nipping and sucking.
Sara bit her lip, her hips beginning to buck.
"That's it honey. Come for me..." Catherine moaned against her, pinching Sara's left nipple with her free hand.
Sara picked up her shirt, biting it, riding her.
Catherine hummed against her, fingers going deeper, pinching again.
"Oh!"
Catherine suddenly moved back, flipping their positions, pushing her fingers back inside Sara so the brunette could ride her harder, leaning up to nip her chest.
Sara moaned, riding her harder. "Oh yes!"
"God, so sexy..."
She bit hard into the shirt. "Mmm." Sara placed Catherine's hands on her hips so she wouldn't fall. She was so worked up and Catherine felt so good.
"Let go baby," Catherine moaned, watching her, "I want to feel you come."
Suddenly, Sara's body went rigid, screaming into the shirt as she came incredibly hard, so much that she was inches away from falling off the couch when she came down.
Catherine quickly caught her, kissing her gently. "Ok?"
Sara nodded, trying to catch her breath. "Wish I didn't have to be quiet."
"Mmm me too, though that was extremely sexy."
Sara sat up slowly.
Catherine smiled, watching her as she sucked her fingers clean.
Sara smiled, kissing her deeply. "I wish I could've begged you..."
"Mmm, soon. I promise."
A knock on the door caused the two to scramble to dress, resulting on shirts being inside out and backwards.
Before Catherine had time to realize she pulled the door open a crack to see who was outside. "H... hi," she managed.
Sara pulled the door open more. "Hi Heather, come in."
"Thanks, Sara. I had a message to come here when the hospital discharged me. I hope everything is ok."
Sara smiled, offering her a chair. "How are you?"
"Yes, sorry. How rude of me. Sit down," Catherine said, finally engaging her brain.
Heather sighed, sitting in the chair. "I'm...doing ok. I guess."
Catherine nodded, leaning against her desk. "I sense the message you received to come by was not your only reason for stopping here?"
Heather shook her head. "I wanted to apologize for...doing what I did. It's just, she's the last person I have and when I lost that fight, I-something happened. I'm not concerned about who I was. I only know that I want her with me."
Sara nodded. "You were beyond heartbroken. And somewhat enraged that the reason - well one reason - could've been your profession?"
"Yes, but, in reality, the judge was right. I'm not that person though. They just can't separate that I would do anything for her to be happy."
Catherine placed a hand over Heather's. "You don't need to be sorry. I will find her and get them to see you, I promise," Catherine replied.
Heather smiled softly. "Thank you, but I don't want you to risk your job."
Sara looked to Catherine, knowing the gesture to stay with them wouldn't seem as odd if she asked.
"I wouldn't be. In the meantime, I'd like it if you would stay with Sara and I whilst you recover. We have more than enough room."
"Oh, that's very nice, but...I-I couldn't. I don't want to be a bother. Really."
"You won't be a bother at all. We insist. You'd actually be doing me a favor."
"A favor? Why?" Heather asked.
"It would put my mind at rest that you're ok. I'm a worrier."
Sara smiled. "I can verify that."
"Yes, I bet you can, but, a word of friendly advice. Both of your shirts are inside out and backwards. I would fix that if I were you before leaving this office. Meanwhile, I'll go home and pack a bag. It would be nice not to be alone for a while. Do you want me to come back here?"
Catherine's cheeks turned red as she looked at Sara. "Yes, then I can take you to our place."
Sara blushed. "Oh and uh, as far as all of this, we try to keep it under wraps."
"My lips are sealed. I'll see you in a while," Heather smiled, leaving the office.
Sara nodded, changing her shirt around after Heather closed the door.
Catherine quickly changed her own shirt, then pulled Sara close. "Sometimes I wish people knew."
"Ecklie would have our asses," Sara sighed, staying close.
Catherine nodded. "And then he'd transfer one of us to swing or days. I never thought people not knowing would be this hard. I want to tell the world I'm in love with you."
"Yeah, maybe one day we'll be able to. So...based on what we've found out from her, is there an actual crime do you think?"
Catherine kissed Sara gently. "From looking at her accounts there was a large sum of money that left her account so she paid someone to kill her. Though, I don't know if we can actually do anything about that unless we can prove they've killed others."
"But if she paid him, how can this even go? I mean, we understand her line of thinking, but I'd hate for it to go to trial if no one else did."
"Yeah, I know. Let's run it by Grissom and then hopefully we can close it and go home."
"Wait. He's close to her, isn't he? I wonder how he'll take this."
"True, but he would find out eventually and I'm sure he'd rather we told him than he found out any other way."
An hour later Catherine drove Heather back to the place she shared with Sara, who said she'd follow them in a little while. When they arrived, she helped Heather inside and showed her around the house then to the spare room. "I hope this is ok."
Heather smiled. "More than ok."
Catherine checked her watch. "Can I get you some breakfast?"
"Well, that depends what you have. I'll probably eat a bit differently than all of you," she said with a sigh.
"How so?" the redhead asked, watching her a little curiously.
"Well, I have to have starch with each meal I eat, reduce my fat intake, low sugar and low salt."
"Ok, well I can do... scrambled eggs on oatmeal bread with an orange juice? Sara's vegetarian and Lindsay's on some health kick so I have all sorts in."
"Sara? Really?"
"Yeah. I know, she doesn't seem like she would be. I'll start breakfast and let you get settled."
Heather smiled. "Ok."
Catherine knocked on Lindsay's bedroom door as she walked down the hall. "Lindsay! Breakfast!" she called before going downstairs.
Lindsay opened her door, already dressed for school, and went downstairs, rubbing her eyes.
"Wow, you're dressed? That's a first," Catherine teased.
Lindsay groaned, sitting at the table. "Barely."
"What's wrong?" Catherine frowned at the moody teenager.
"Just sleepy," she looked to the door. "Those aren't Sara's shoes."
"Sara and I have asked a friend of mine to stay for a while. Her name is Heather. Be nice ok?"
Lindsay nodded. "Hey, when am I not nice?"
"Oh, I don't know. How about... last week when I caught you making out with that boy on the couch and you shouted about how uncool I was to all your friends."
Lindsay smirked. "Oh yeah..."
"Hey, it's not funny. I hate to think what could have happened if I haven't have walked in when I did."
"Then don't think about it."
"Yeah, well I'm taking you to the doctor next week."
"For?" Lindsay asked.
"The pill," Catherine said as she finished beating the eggs.
She sigihed. "Alright, fine, but no I haven't taken that step quite yet..."
"But it's better to be safe, ok? And just because you're on the pill doesn't mean you should have unprotected sex either. Not that I want you having sex," Catherine said quickly.
"Yeah, yeah..."
Catherine smiled, kissing Lindsay's head. She was still her little girl in her mind. One she wanted to protect at all costs. "Breakfast. Heather," she called, wondering where Sara had gotten to.
Heather walked down and sat at the table as Sara walked in the front door. "Hey guys."
"Hey," Catherine smiled moving over to kiss the brunette.
Sara smiled. "By the way, that guy has a record," she whispered in Catherine's ear. "Though I'm not sure how much that plays into what happened."
Catherine have a small nod. "Sit down, I'll get you some breakfast."
Sara nodded. "Morning."
"Morning Sara," Lindsay smiled.
"Morning. How are you?"
"Tired," Lindsay groaned, "You?"
"More tired than you," she said. "I've worked all night."
"Yeah, alright," Lindsay replied as Catherine finished placing the breakfasts down.
Sara smiled, eating slowly. "Food and then a nice bed sounds pretty good right now."
"Tell me about it," Catherine smiled, looking at an exhausted Heather.
Heather nodded, finishing her breakfast. "Thank you, Catherine."
"You're welcome. You should rest."
She nodded, setting her plate and utensils in the sink and going upstairs.
"She looks exhausted," Sara said.
Catherine nodded in agreement. "It's been a long night for her."
"All of us..." Sara said, yawning.
"Yeah. I'll drop Lindsay at school then come back to bed."
Sara nodded, kissing her cheek. "Have a good day, Linds," she said with a yawn as she walked upstairs.
Catherine was back within the hour and soon made her way up to their bedroom where she changed before getting in beside Sara, stroking her cheek.
Sara sighed sleepily.
Catherine wrapped an arm around Sara, kissing her gently. "Night babe. Love you."
Sara rolled toward her, snuggling closer. "Night..."
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Catherine fell asleep seconds after Sara spoke, waking a few hours later. Unable to go back to sleep, the redhead carefully got up so as not to disturb Sara and went to the living room, opening her laptop to look into a few things regarding Heather's grandchild.
Heather woke a few hours later. Dressing comfortably, she walked downstairs, though she still looked absolutely drained. "Hi..." she said.
"Hey," Catherine smiled, looking up, "How are you feeling?"
"I don't know. I just can't make myself sleep anymore," she said, sitting at the opposite end of the couch.
Catherine placed a sympathetic hand on Heather's. "Drink?"
She nodded. "Tea might help me sleep."
Catherine nodded, returning a few minutes later with two teas, handing one mug to Heather. "Feel free to help yourself to anything you need."
Heather smiled, taking a sip. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Catherine smiled, continuing to type her email, then paused. "If you want company I can take the night off work."
"Can you afford to?"
"I wouldn't have offered if I couldn't."
Heather smiled. "I guess I'd be nicer than just sleeping endlessly, which seems to be my normal anymore," she said with a sigh.
"Then I'll take the night off, cook dinner. We can even watch a movie if you like."
"Ok... Have you..found anything? I really don't like to ask because of how soon it is, but..."
"I'm e-mailing a lawyer to see if there's anything else we can do at the moment."
She nodded, taking another sip.
Catherine send her email a short while later and soon Sara was awake, giving her a smile from the couch. "Hey. Sleep ok?"
Sara nodded, curling up on Catherine's other side. "I was colder without you. Not that cool sheets don't feel good."
Catherine kissed her forehead. "Sorry. Couldn't sleep."
Sara smiled, kissing her cheek.
"I've called Gil. I'm taking the night off."
Sara groaned. "Well... ok. I suppose it would be good to keep Heather company for the night. Anyone hungry?"
"Starving," Catherine and Heather replied in unison.
Sara smiled. "Ok. Heather, why don't you come with me, being as I don't know what your diet is. What do you want, Cath?"
"Sandwich is fine," Catherine smiled, looking back at the screen.
She nodded going into the kitchen, Heather following. "It still seems so weird not seeing you in your job..."
"It must. Though I still do my psychology work. You don't mind me being here, do you?"
Sara grabbed a few things from the fridge. "Of course not. You could use the company and so could we. Though, part of it is a little...weird, but no, I would never be bothered by it."
Heather nodded. "It must be hard for you both. Keeping your relationship a secret from your friends, I mean."
"It is. Though we can be apart without too much fuss at different scenes, it would hurt to much if we were on different shifts."
"Plus, you'd probably be like ships in the night."
"Meaning what?"
"If Catherine was on days and you were on nights. You'd only see each other for a few hours before you had to go to work."
"Exactly. Which is why we have no choice but to keep it secret."
"I understand and I won't say anything but... don't they know you live together?"
Sara shook her head. "I still get mail at my flat. We have separate cars. Someone's going to put it together sometime though."
"You two seem so happy together. From observation I mean."
She smiled. "Yes we are. It's nice."
"Hey Sara, hold the sandwich. I gotta go out," Catherine smiled, kissing Sara's cheek before rushing out the door.
"Uh...ok," she said, making one for herself.
Heather frowned. "Does she usually do that?"
Sara shook her head. "Not unless something happened to Lindsay. I hope she isn't sick."
"So, tell me more about yourself," Heather smiled as they sat down to eat.
"Well, what do you want to know?"
"Hmm... if you weren't a CSI what else would could you see yourself doing?"
"Maybe a counselor of some sort. My past isn't...normal."
"You had a troubled childhood?"
Sara sighed. "I don't know. What would you call it when my schizophrenic mother killed my abusive father?"
Heather took a moment to consider her answer. "Emotionally difficult?"
"That's putting it lightly. So I was in the system until I aged out."
Heather simply nodded. "I get that from you. Not that you were in the system, that you're tough. But you also hide a lot of your emotion because you were never allowed to express it."
"Well, it wasn't like I had much choice. My father was unhappy from my mother's disease so any sign of happiness I had, he'd smash it and me."
"Oh, Sara. I'm sorry."
Sara nodded. Pulling back her hair, she revealed a thin line around her neck. "Father tried to string me up with a fishing line when I was...about eight. I broke free."
"That's awful," Heather replied, inspecting the scar. "Does Catherine know?"
"She knows some. I...haven't been able to tell everything yet."
"Well, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here. It's what I'm trained to do after all, plus it's the least I can do for your hospitality."
"Hey, what's the strangest thing someone's asked you to do? I'm curious. And what are you trained in?"
"In all honesty, I'm a sex therapist. And are we talking in terms of my old job?"
"So, a sex therapist doubling as a Dominatrix? Interesting. And yes."
"Uh, let's see...ugh, no I can't tell you..."
"Let me guess: doctor-patient confidentiality?"
"No, I refused. There are some things I don't mind, but that was weird..."
Sara nodded. "Ok, how about one you can tell me? I mean, everyone has a fetish, but I imagine some get pretty weird."
"No, it's ok. I'll tell you since you asked. This guy wanted me to finish him off by..." she paused, taking a deep breath, "He like having his eyeball licked..."
"What? Oh God, really?! Yuck! I wouldn't have done it either. Can you imagine him actually finding someone do that?! 'Oh, by the way...'" she took a breath. "It's just weird, but, somehow I find it funny. I mean, I feel bad because he asked you, but... my god!"
Heather's chuckled. "It's ok, you can laugh."
"Anything else? This kinda makes me feel better considering what I said," she said, laughing a bit.
"There was another guy whose idea of a threesome was for me to make out and preform sexual acts on a mannequin whilst he watched. I also said no to that."
"O...Kay...I kinda, in some way, understand the make out stuff on the mannequin, but how the hell would you even...? Is it bad that these stories make me feel better?" Sara asked.
"Then you'd better let me save some," Heather smiled as the front door slammed and Lindsay dropped her bag to the floor.
"Hi," she managed through gritted teeth.
"What happened to you?"
"Oh, you know, I only had to get a lift from my boyfriend's parents because my mother can't be bothered to show up."
"Oh, she rushed out of here a while ago. I thought she was going to get you. I'm sorry. I could've grabbed you. Unless you did call, in which case, I didn't hear it and I'm sorry about that," Sara said.
"No, I didn't. I assumed she'd be there, like she promised. She was supposed to take me dress shopping."
Sara shook her head. "I don't know where she's at, but I could take you if you still want to go. Heather might want to get out of the house for a bit too."
"As long as that's ok with Lindsay."
"Lindsay?"
"Fine," she sighed, "I'll go change."
Sara nodded. "Go ahead." 'Where are you? Linds's mad because you forgot to pick her up to go dress shopping. Heather and I will take her' she text Catherine.
'Shit, sorry' was the only reply Sara received ten minutes later.
She sighed. "Alright. Do you need anything, Heather, as long as we're out?"
"No I'm happy to shop with you two."
Sara smiled. "Let me go change and get ready."
Heather nodded. "I'll wait in the living room."
She nodded, going upstairs to change and grabbing her purse, then going back down and waiting for Lindsay.
Lindsay joined them a few minutes later. "I'm sorry about my mood," she said to Heather, "I was just annoyed."
They both smiled. Sara nodded. "Don't worry about it. It'll be ok. Let's go. Come on."