1Sorry for the delay. Term papers take precedence over smut.
Even from the corner of her eye, and through her sleep blurred vision, Sara could still make out the blinking red light on her answering machine. She'd absolutely collapsed into bed when she got home. After working a double, and with a belly full of pancakes, she'd slept solidly. Any kind of uninterrupted sleep was a luxury that her job, her neurosis, and her caffeine addiction didn't often afford her. Sara stretched her arms over her head and her long legs out in front of her, her pointed toes peaking out from the bottom of the sheets. She released the stretch and groaned at the thought of having to get out of her comfy bed.
Sitting up and swinging her legs onto the floor underneath her, she stood up and padded towards the bathroom, scratching her stomach under her tank-top as she walked. Sara never came to before a shower. But there was that blinking red light on her answering machine again, catching her eye. She didn't usually get calls on that line. She was so rarely home, and when she was she was sleeping so most people knew to get her on her cell. Changing courses, Sara plopped down in the armchair beside the answering machine, not bothering to move the pile of clothes first. She hit the play button.
"Hi. Sara, it's me, it's Catherine. I, uh, think, well, you're probably asleep, but I just, well I couldn't sleep and I thought maybe you were up too and we could talk about, ummm, tonight...where you want to go, what time...oh, yeah we said five, so..."
Sara grinned and shook her head at Catherine's bumbling, rambling delivery. "What have I created", Sara thought to herself, "I flirt with her once, kiss her a couple of times and she's gone all gooey and soft". Sara had always been drawn to Catherine's fierceness. Sara was loving the exchange of flirtations, and this needy Catherine was a little worrying.
"and then, you know, maybe, well, that is, if it's not a problem, I was thinking I might come by at four, and,...but if that's not good then no problem", the message went on and on. Abruptly, the machine cut her off. But there was a second message.
"Okay. Sara. Sorry about that last message." Catherine's voice was far more calm and relaxed. She spoke lowly and slow into the phone. "I was a little anxious. Now though, I'm well, I'm really relaxed. I lying here in bed, thinking about you in my office, with your shirt pulled down to there." Catherine chuckled sexily, "then I thought about you in the parking lot, and how your body felt pressed up against mine."
This was the Catherine that Sara knew and was dying to get to know better. Sara had unconsciously settled her hand into the waistband of the scrub pants she wore to bed. She closed her eyes and listened to Catherine recall their morning together. She moved her fingers in small circles on her lower abdomen.
"But I think what 'relaxed' me most was remembering what you sounded like when I pushed myself into you. You, oh Sara, you, uh, you moaned...right into my mouth, and, God, Sara, I wish you were here with me right now. You have no idea how good you feel, Sara, oh...your taste" a little moan came through the speaker on the answering machine. Sara was convinced that Catherine had been touching herself when she had left this message. Sara slipped a finger into her own folds, unsuprised at the wetness she found there. Her other hand rubbed between her thighs, over the soft cotton of her pants. Catherine's voice went on.
"Sara, do you want this like I do? I wish I could see your face right now" Sara could hear the smile in Catherine's voice. "Sara baby, I know what you're doing right now, I know how sexy you are. Mmm, imagine it's my fingers baby. How does that feel?"
"God Catherine", Sara's hips thrust up into her hands. The counteraction of her fingers pushing down against her clit was incredible.
"Enjoy yourself there Sara, but remember, save some for me baby."
With that the message was cut off. Sara groped the machine looking for the play button. The message started again, and Sara resumed her activities. Her toes dug into the floor and her head pressed back into the chair as she worked both her hands into her pants. With one hand she thrust three fingers up into herself and with the other rubbed her clit, hard, from root to tip. She was getting there, so close as Catherine's voice echoed into the empty room, "Mmm, imagine it's my fingers baby. How does that feel?".
The doorbell rang. Sara groaned, and froze, hands in pants, eyes wide opened and slightly panicked. Who? Sara realized that she still hadn't showered or even looked at the time since waking up. She bent over the answering machine, cursing as she read the time; 4:10. Catherine had said in that first message that she'd be at Sara's at six.
"Shit, shit, shit" Sara said, pulling her hands out her pants and wiping them on the front of her tank. The bell rang again. "Uhhh, I'm coming!" Sara shouted out, smiling to herself at the pun.
She wiped the sweat off her forehead with her arm as she walked towards the door. She pulled open the door, not expecting the new rush of wetness between her legs at the sight of Catherine on her doorstep. Catherine took in Sara's sweat glistened chest, the flush in her cheeks, her dilated pupils. Stepping inside the apartment, she put her hand around Sara, up under her tank, feeling the sweat on Sara's back. She leaned into her and breathed in deeply, smelling Sara's arousal.
"Did you get my message?" She asked innocently leaning away from Sara, one eyebrow arched, her lips pursed.
"Mmm hmmm" Sara replied, not giving anything else away.
"Yeah...were you working out or something? Cause you look, you know, hot and sweaty."
"You're so observant CSI Willows. You could say I was working something out alright."
"Hmmm," Catherine was looking down the length of Sara's body, "your pants are untied" Catherine moved her hand from the small of Sara's back and started to tie up the drawstring on the scrubs.
"Oh, don't bother Cath, I'm just about to take them off"
Catherine's mouth dropped open.
"Yeah, I'm not in the habit of showering in my pjs." Sara teased. With that Sara moved away from Catherine. Only when her back was turned did she allow herself to breathe in deeply and unevenly, trying to compose herself. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll just be a minute and then we can decide where to go", Sara tossed over her shoulder.
Catherine watched Sara move down the hall. With one last glance over her shoulder Sara pulled her tank over her head and stepped into the bathroom at the end of the hall. She kicked the door closed behind her, but the image of Sara's long, tanned back was burned on Catherine's retinas. Sitting herself down on the couch, Catherine wondered just how much more of this high-octane teasing she could take. Hell she wondered how much of it she'd have to dish out before Sara lost her cool. It was a curious little game they were playing with each other. Neither one was willing to give the other the upper hand. They'd been adversarial for so long, a kiss or two in the parking lot wasn't about to dramatically change the way they related to each other. Patterns are just not broken that easily. Catherine could foresee this teasing going on and on until either her head exploded or Sara, well Catherine couldn't imagine how Sara would loose it. She secretly felt like Sara had far more resolve than she did. Sara was most likely going to win this little challenge, but Catherine was determined to a least make it a competition.