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Part Two
Do I always breathe this loudly? I think to myself as I open one eye. Did my bedroom always spin like this? I'm not even trying to lift my head, at least not until the room decides to stop.
How much did I drink last night anyway? I don't remember drinking enough to make me feel like I do now. Then again I don't remember much at all. How did I get home? One of the guys must have put me in a cab.
Okay, right Sara, let's try sitting up.
Slowly I move my legs off the bed and pull myself into a sitting position. Waiting a few seconds before opening my eyes. This isn't as bad as I thought it would be.
I remember I have pain killers in my nightstand and slowly lean over to grab some. Thank god I always keep a bottle of water by the bed. I take a few tablets and just sit for a minute, letting my stomach settle.
First things first. What time is it?
A look at the clock tells me I have a good few hours before work. Right, shower then.
I gingerly stand and make my way to the shower, thankful that nothing starts doing summersaults, or spinning.
While I'm in the shower I try to piece together what happened this morning. I remember Greg and I laughing in Catherine's car. Catherine brought me home? I'll have to thank her later.
Thankfully when I get out of the shower I'm feeling a whole lot better. I'll just have to ask the guys what happened.
I finish drying my hair and head back to my room to find something to wear. I haven't got the energy to find an outfit right now; I'll have coffee and food first so I just grab the shorts I obviously didn't get around to putting on last night and a clean tank top.
As I finish getting dressed I notice some clothes on the chair in the corner of the room. Okay they weren't here when I left and they're not mine. Oh god, Please tell me I didn't bring someone home with me. I walk over to get a better look. That top looks familiar, didn't Catherine have one like that on...oh shit. These are Catherine's clothes.
Why are Catherine's clothes in my bedroom? And if these are her clothes then what in the hell is she wearing? And where the hell is she? Okay, I'm officially panicking now.
Right, calm down. I tell myself as I take a few deep breaths. Think for a second Sara. Her clothes are here, but she's not, and I woke up alone, so maybe she brought me home, was worried about leaving me alone and is sleeping on the couch. Yeah, that'll be it. She'll have borrowed something to sleep in obviously, so that's why her clothes are in here.
I feel another wave of panic set in as I wonder if I made a total ass of myself with Catherine. I have a tendency to say what's on my mind when I'm drunk. This would be fine, if thoughts of her weren't a reoccurring thing with me.
I push the panic down, figuring I'll have to deal with anything I may have said or done. And by deal, I mean blame the alcohol, tell her I don't remember and act like it didn't happen.
I nervously head towards the living room, having no idea what I'll find once I get there. When I reach the living room Catherine is nowhere around. Before confusion has chance to set in I hear a noise coming from the kitchen.
I open the kitchen door and find Catherine making a drink. She's wearing one of my sleep shirts, it stops mid thigh, showing off her legs. Jesus I hope I didn't see her in that last night, I know I'll have passed some kind of comment.
The kitchen door opening draws her attention to me and she turns to face me, leaning back against the counter.
"Hey. Good Morning" I tentatively offer, feeling slightly awkward, although I'm not sure why, this is my apartment.
She doesn't reply right away, and I watch as her eyes slowly travel down my body, as her gaze lingers on my legs I start wishing I'd got dressed properly. Her eyes make their way back up before meeting mine. The sexy little smirk she gives me only adding to my current confusion.
I stand, frozen to the spot as Catherine walks towards me. The smirk still firmly in place. When she reaches me her hands come to rest on my hips, pulling me to her. Once I'm close enough she leans in and trails kisses along my neck, up to my ear.
"Mmm, good morning indeed." She husks before gently biting my ear lobe then pulling back. A shiver makes its way down my spine in response to her actions and I involuntarily gasp at the sensation.
Oh. My. God.
"Did you sleep well sexy?"
Oh. My. God.
I somehow manage a muted nod, although quite how I do so is beyond me, since I'm so shocked I can't even breathe, or move, or think anything but oh my god.
"You sure? You look a little pale, you go sit down, I'll bring you some coffee and toast okay?"
"Okay." I manage. Then with the little shove she gives me I find myself in the living room. Once I reach the sofa I sit and bury my head in my hands.
What the hell happened last night?
My brain chooses that second to gift me with a few flashbacks from last night. Catherine opening my door, my arms around her waist, me kissing her neck. Catherine leading me to the bedroom. Me kissing her stomach as I sat on the bed.
Did Catherine and I sleep together? Just the thought of that reverts me back to stunned disbelief.
Why the hell did I drink last night? Why the hell didn't I tell Grissom to put me on call instead of Catherine? And why the hell can't I remember.
I can't believe this is happening, I might have slept with Catherine, the woman I've been trying to get up the courage to ask out for months and I don't remember. No, I've wanted her for months, surely I'd remember if anything had happened. Yeah, like I remember leaving the bar and getting home.
Maybe we didn't sleep together; maybe I just asked her out finally. Yeah, she's in my kitchen, wearing my nightshirt, making my breakfast and giving me kisses just because I asked her out when I was drunk last night.
I have to find out what happened. Preferably without letting Catherine know I don't remember. The last thing I want to do is upset her.
I can't help feel a little hopeful as I realise that whatever happened, Catherine is obviously happy with it.
The kitchen door opening brings my attention back to the present. Right, okay Sara, get it together. I take a deep breath and try to prepare myself for whatever is about to happen.
"Thank you." I say as Catherine hands me a mug of coffee and a plate of toast.
"You're welcome. No hangover?" She asks as she sits next to me.
"A little, should be fine once the painkillers kick in." I put the toast on the table in front of me and look at my cup of coffee as if it's the most interesting thing I've seen in weeks. "So, you have a good time last night? I ask as casually as I can.
"Before or after we got here?" She grins as she moves till she's flush against my side, taking my coffee from me and putting it on the table.
"Before." I say, willing my body not to react to her sudden closeness.
"It was fun. Warrick's wife is lovely, plus you and Greg were hilarious." She smiles.
Her hand comes to rest on my thigh and I almost whimper as her fingers start teasing my skin. "And after?" I ask.
Her eyes find mine and she softly bites her bottom lip before replying. "You need to ask?"
"I just wanted to be sure you were okay with everything." I say with as much confidence as I can muster right now.
Her hand moves to the inside of my thigh, and then starts moving a little higher and I can't help the gasp that escapes me. She leans in before replying, her voice, all low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.
"What part left you unsure? Was it when I screamed your name loud enough to wake the whole building? Or maybe it was when I almost passed out from the fourth orgasm you gave me?" She states, nipping my ear lobe lightly. "You know, I can't remember the last time someone made me beg." She husks.
"Jesus Catherine." I gasp. Cutting off anything else she might say. I think it's quite possible that my head is going to explode.
"What? It's you, you're so intense." She practically purrs, nipping my ear lobe once more.
Me...Catherine...and me...Oh my good god. I had sex with Catherine, amazing sex by the sound of it and I don't remember. How can I possibly not remember sleeping with the woman I've been fantasising about for months?
This is officially the cruellest joke life has ever played on me.
My brain chooses that particular moment to catch up with her words. Did she say I made her beg? The thought of her begging me sends my hormones into chaos. My head is suddenly filled with images of the things I might have done to get that reaction from her. Was breathing always this hard to do? It's suddenly very hot in here.
She chuckles into my ear before pulling back to look at me. "You look shocked." She states. "You regret it don't you?" She asks, a hurt look quickly crossing her face.
"NO!" I say, sounding panicked, even to my own ears. I'm not about to let her be hurt because I'm a stupid ass. "God no." I just don't remember it.
"Good." She smiles. "How about you? Did you enjoy last night."
Shit. I'm sure I more than enjoyed every damn second, very much so, and I'd tell her that, if I actually remembered.
"Of course I did." I say with a smile, figuring I'll be as vague as possible with my answers, I don't want to lie to her so I'll just comment on the parts I can remember. I inwardly cringe when I realise I sounded about as convincing as one of our guilty suspects.
If Catherine noticed she didn't say anything and I release the breath I didn't realise I was holding as I see her smile at me.
She is so beautiful, how can I possibly not remember making love to this woman?
She seems content to just sit for a while but her close proximity is still distracting me and all I can focus on is her mouth. She has the sexiest mouth and right now, I really want to kiss her.
I thought suddenly occurs to me that I have the perfect opportunity to kiss Catherine right now. She'll find out I don't remember soon, I know I won't be able to keep lying to her, then she'll probably freak because I wasn't honest. So I should kiss her now, while I've got the chance. Then whatever happens I'll at least have that.
Decision made, before I lose my nerve I bring a hand up to her cheek then lean in and capture her lips with mine.
Oh...wow. She has the softest lips I have ever kissed and when I feel her tongue oh so slowly make its way into my mouth to tease mine, I groan, feeling something inside me snap. I need more of her. Moving my hand to the back of her neck I pull her deeper into the kiss. The tiny sighs and whimpers she's making are driving me wild. This woman is so damn sexy.
I slide my hands down to her hips and push us back onto the sofa, covering her body with mine as she brings her hands up to play with my hair.
My hands are roaming all over her as I try to fulfil this overwhelming need I currently have to feel her. Tearing my lips from hers I move my mouth to her neck, kissing and nipping as I go. Catherine's grip in my hair tightens and I hear her whimper every time I gently bite down on her neck. I need to hear more of that.
I move my hands to her front, going straight for the buttons of the shirt. Moving my kisses to her chest as soon as it's exposed. I don't stop there though; I continue slowly opening the buttons, kissing as I go. My mouth reaches the tops of her breasts and I can't help moaning in anticipation.
"Sara..." She gasps.
"Mmm." I mumble between kisses.
"Sara...oh god...wait, stop."
As much as I'm loathed to do so I pull my mouth away from her skin, unable to resist a last kiss before moving away. My eyes stay closed as I try to calm my hormones and get my breathing back to normal. I can hear Catherine doing the same as me and I feel somewhat comforted knowing I'm not the only one in this state.
She places her hands on my shoulders, using them to gently push us back up into a sitting position. I'm about to lean in for another kiss, but she speaks first.
"Sara we didn't sleep together last night."
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