Poison Revelations

Author: Uriel Falcon

Rating: M

Contains: Eventual CS, don't read if you don't like it. I don't need people describing how they hated it because of the couple. Thank you to all the reviewers, you're support is great! And a special thanks to MBInc, for being my Beta reader.

VIOLENCE
NUDITY
SWEARING
COARSE LANGUAGE

As soon as Sara reached her apartment, she went right to the back room, rummaging around in her well organized shelves for the pieces Catherine's car needed. When she found it, Sara wrapped it in a bag, and set it near the door, where she would easily be able to grab it on the way out. Technically, the back room was supposed to be her bedroom, but the single bed in the corner of the room behind some shelves didn't really count. She never used it anyway, considering her couch was extremely comfortable.

Sara went to take a shower, tossing her clothing along the hallway as she went. Lucky nobody liked to drop by randomly, otherwise this would be quite the sight to see.

Catherine sighed, slumping down onto her couch, rubbing her eyes to rid herself of the exhaustion plaguing her, along with the mental kicks she was giving herself for not pushing further with Sara. Although it was a start, she wanted more, and she wanted more soon. Catherine rolled herself to the side, and spotted the clock up on the wall, above the fireplace. Well, I still have 6 hours before Lindsey gets home, then 2 hours before Sara gets here...Nap time. Catherine thought to herself as she sprawled out on the couch, slipping into a deep sleep.

Sara awoke with a start, flipping off of the couch onto her back. She stared blankly up at the ceiling, blinking a few times.

"Ouch..." She mumbled, shaking her head and sitting up. She barely remembered changing into the shorts and t-shirt she was wearing, and recalled nothing of how long she had been sleeping, or if she even had set her alarm clock. Then again, she never needed that bloody thing in the first place. It would probably go off right about... Now. Sara grumbled, reaching to where her alarm was, and slammed the off button. With a feline stretch and a grunt of annoyance, Sara stood up and stumbled towards her 'room', shuffling through her closet for what to wear. She decided on a red muscle shirt and a pair of black slacks with a thick belt fitted with a silver buckle.

After her morning dose of coffee and toast, Sara cleaned herself up and slumped onto the couch, stretching out her long arms and legs once again. The light shone in through the blinds of her balcony window, sending lovely lines of lights cascading across her living room. Sara looked over to her red digital clock. She still had an hour before she had to go pick up Catherine. Sara grinned to herself, remembering that it was mid-day, and she could make as much noise as she wanted, to a degree. She reached over and snatched up her electric guitar. It was a Fender Powerhouse Stratocaster, a deep red in colour. Sara grabbed her neatly wrapped patch cord, and hooked herself up to the amplifier system she had painstakingly set up when she had first moved in. With a few strums, she had the sound she wanted: Loud, with heavy gain and strong tones on the higher notes.

Of course, nobody at the office-except for Greg-knew of her guitar obsession. She had saved big time for the sound system, and even more for her 'baby'. Greg had managed to catch her air guitaring to Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven. He had the most amused look on his face, but then snapped into his interpretation of air 'bass guitaring'. They had laughed for a fair amount of time, and then discussed many different bands.

Sara shook her head, and began warming up with a few scales, such as the Aeolian, or the Dorian modes. Every once and a while, she threw in a pinch harmonic, loving how she could hear the glass in her apartment vibrating. She began throwing in power chords, only just beginning to warm up. The feeling of her fingers flying over the fretboard at breakneck speed was amazing, producing sounds that connected to songs that meant nothing as she seemed to fly.

Sara already knew what she was playing, out of instinct. She heard the riffs and licks of 'Stoned and Drunk' by Black Label Society flying out. She loved soloing, the feeling of being alone, standing out without being held back. It was like flying in the sky, without the horrible recognition that you WILL hit the ground eventually. Before she knew it, she had been playing different riffs for 30 minutes. Sara decided that she would pack up and head to Catherine's, considering she would probably grab a coffee along the way.

As she drove, Sara began to think of a few things. For one, her attraction to Catherine. It wasn't like she hadn't loved women before, but the last time hadn't ended exactly well. Come to think of it, the relationship had ended with a dreadful ending including sex, lies, cheating and broken tables. Sara snapped out of her thoughts, and took a long drink of her coffee.

She had to remember, Catherine was straight. And come to think of it, Catherine didn't like her very much, taking into fact all the times that they had exploded at each other. It seemed to be going alright now, but as always, something was bound to go wrong. It was simply a matter of time before either one of their fiery tempers exploded.

She wasn't looking forward to it.

Catherine awoke to a soft knocking on her door. Her eyes flew open as she realized that she had overslept on the couch. Up she flew, straightening her blouse and hair as she went to open the door. When she pulled it open, she smiled. Sara was fidgeting with the side of her black slacks nervously, her hair very straight. Catherine leaned against the doorway, waving Sara inside.

"Come on in, I just woke up from a nap. Have a seat, I'll make some coffee." Catherine beckoned. Sara smiled and walked inside of Catherine's house, taking off her shoes and marveling at the house she was in. Large, golden hued windows were in the front, with beautiful wood floors and rooms with semitones of caramel. Catherine giggled at Sara's reaction, and proceeded to push her back, sliding her across the floor and pushed her into a large chair. Sara was a little stunned, and seemed to be taking in her environment. Catherine smiled wide, and busied herself in the kitchen. She took glances at Sara, who was staring out the window to their large backyard, where a decaying tree house was rotting away. Catherine could see a tiny smile on Sara's face, and took the time to enjoy it.

But of course, the annoying beep of that godforsaken coffee maker interrupted both of their thoughts, and Catherine grumbled to herself as she poured them both some coffee. She brought it back, placing both cups on the table.

"I see you noticed the horrible attempt at a tree house. I can't build worth crap, but it lasted for around two years..." Catherine gave a heart-filled smile. Sara huffed a laugh.

"I can see that... Maybe we'll fix it one of these days."

Wait... Did she just say we?

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