"Sar, baby, why are you crying? What's wrong?" Cath asked with her voice full of concern.
"Catherine, what if I can't do this?" Sara said motioning with her hands between the two of them as she rolled off of Catherine.
"Look, so far, we haven't done anything that should make you feel like you can't 'do this.' Why can't we just take this one day at a time and see what happens? If there's one thing I've learned in all my years, it's that you never know what the future holds for any relationship. Just let this happen—let's not rush it."
Not wanting the intimacy of the previous moments to escape, Catherine rolled back over and lay on top of Sara. After she planted delicate kisses along Sara's jaw, Catherine whispered, "Is it okay for me to do this?" Sara merely nodded her head as she placed her hands on Catherine's hips. Catherine lowered her mouth to Sara's neck and began lightly nipping at her pulse point. She heard Sara audibly gasp at the sensation. "Is it okay for me to do this, too?" Smiling to herself, Catherine slid her hands under Sara's shirt and began moving them up to her chest.
Suddenly, Sara found her voice, "Cath, please stop. This isn't a good idea."
Dumbfounded, Catherine immediately stopped moving her hands, but left them under Sara's shirt and remained on top of her. "I think this is a very good idea. Do you really want me to stop?"
"Yes, I do." Seeing the hurt in Catherine's eyes, she knew she had to explain herself. "Lindsey is in the other room. I don't want her walking in on this—on us." Placing a hand on either side of Catherine's face, she continued to explain, "Let's do this right. We'll go out some, see where that takes us—before we get too serious physically."
"Sara Sidle, are you afraid to have sex with me?"
Catherine's bluntness caught her by surprise. "Afraid to have sex with you? No, I'm not afraid. If this was just about sex, I never would've stopped you. If that's all is for you, then tell me now and we can do this—once Lindsey's not in the house—and that'll be it. But I was kinda thinking this was more than something physical—it is for me at least."
"Wow! You're for real, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am," Sara said more seriously than she had ever said anything in her life.
"M-o-m! S-a-r-a!" Lindsey said as she opened the door. "What are you two doing?" she asked as she stared at her mother laying on top of Sara. They both had that "deer in the headlight look" going on and were just staring at Lindsey as she stood there waiting for an answer.
"Your mom was just helping me with something, Lindsey. We'll be out in a minute," Sara tried to answer calmly.
"Helping you with what? I'm not stupid, you know? Were you two kissing?"
"Lindsey Willows, get out of here this instant. Go back to the living room. We'll be out there in just a moment," Catherine suddenly found herself being a bit more stern with Lindsey than she had been in recent memory.
"Oh my god. The look on your face was priceless. And you stammering over your words trying to come up with an explanation as to why I'm on top of you," Catherine laughed.
"I don't think this is funny, Cath. She shouldn't see us like this. She's only a kid. This sort of thing isn't healthy for her," Sara snapped back.
"Please, it's not like it's the first time she's saw me in bed with a woman," Catherine said as she continued to downplay the situation. "But, you…you trying to explain with the lame excuse that I was 'helping you'…now that was hysterical. Sofia just pulled the sheet over her when---"
Did she just say Sofia?
"Sofia? Sofia Curtis? You slept with Sofia?" Sara exclaimed as she slid from beneath Catherine and moved towards the door, grabbing her shoes as she did.
