Author's Note: Here we are, the final chapter.

Finally, Wednesday arrives. I took the whole day off and even told Lindsey she could spend the night at a friend's house. Well, I wasn't really thinking when I told she could do that; my attention was more focused on the evening.

I had the day off and what did I do? Sat on the couch, ate popcorn and watched a few movies. Yes, it was fun, but now it is ten minutes until Sara is going to pick me up and I do not know what to wear. I consider the black dress hanging in my closet; the one that has the black straps that cross in the back, the low v-neck and the sex appeal the dress adds to me. But I don't know where she is taking me and don't want to look too dressed up. Or dressed down; it all depends upon where she has planned this date to take place.

Damnit! She's here already? I'm still not dressed and she's knocking impatiently at the door. Shit. I stumble to the door half dress; 'half' being my shirt only buttoned up partially and my jeans aren't zipped. Probably not the best idea but if I didn't answer the door soon, she was going to break the damn thing.

"Sara!" I greet her with a smile. "I'm not quite ready yet. If you can give me about five minutes, I'll be right out."

She had a sly smile on her face and my stomach lurched as I got the feeling she was going to pull something. The grin staying plastered where it was, she stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind her. Yep, I'm officially sure that she has something planned.

"We're no longer at work, Catherine," Sara casually told me.

I gulped. True, we weren't at work. But we hadn't even gone a date yet! I couldn't have sex with someone I'd never dated! Erm, okay, I could, especially since that person was Sara; but that's not how I wanted things to happen between us.

"Sara, let's get going, okay? I don't want to be late."

She looks disappointed and it breaks my heart, but I know if we progress too quickly it will ruin any chances of a relationship.

"Okay," She sighs. "Let's go."

For some reason, I'm sitting at a table in a bar with five big beer mugs in front of me. Empty; empty beer glasses. Did I drink that much? I sure hope not. Trying to make the room stop spinning, I close my eyes and put my head down on the table.

"Hey, you okay?" Sara's friendly voice questions as she joins me. I raise my head and she's sitting beside me, with two more glasses of beer in her hands.

"No. I feel sick."

"Aw, I'm sorry, babe. Do you think we drank too much?" She rubs her hand up and down my back to soothe me. Did she call me babe? Damn, I think we did drink too much. But oddly enough, hearing her call me that has made me feel sober again.

"No, it's fine. Cheers?" I raise my glass up and she happily clinks it with her own. We both down half the cup in one gulp and it takes effect sooner than expected.

"I don't want anymore to drink," Sara informs me. She's sitting down, but she's swaying like she's standing up. It makes me giggle and moments later, we're both giggling like mad women and cannot stop. It would be embarrassing if we weren't so drunk.

"Stop making me laugh!" I whine. The pout on her face makes it impossible to keep a straight face and I start laughing again.

We must be pretty drunk, because the next thing I know, we're sitting on the floor. We've fallen out of our chairs and at the moment, no longer possess the motor skills we need to get back into our seats. So we sit on the floor, my head resting on her shoulder, still giggling quietly.

Our closeness only adds to the sexual tension that has been brewing between us all evening. I feel her warm breath on my neck and it sends shivers up my spine. My brain tells me to sit up and keep a safe distance from her; but my body insists that I stay right there and see where things go.

She slips one finger under my chin, pulling my face to hers and our lips connect. It's amazing, just as it was the last time we kissed. I had forgotten how soft her lips were and how she knew exactly what she was doing. We break apart when our lungs begin screaming for oxygen, and I put my head back on her shoulder.

"Catherine?" Sara slurs. I giggle again, unable to stop myself.

"Yes?" My voice matches her perfectly and now it's her turn to laugh.

"Let's go back to your place." I give her a warning look, but she's prepared. "Nothing will happen. Well, nothing further then what happened in the parking lot." Her grin makes me want to take her right there on the floor of the bar.

I'm reluctant, extremely so. And I don't want to admit that there is nothing I'd like more than to be at home in my bed with her. "Call a cab," I whisper into her ear. As she pulls her cell phone out, I place kisses down her neck, stopping briefly to gently suck at her pulse point.

"Cath, wait 'til we get home," She hisses. The brunette before me closes her eyes and locks one hand behind my neck to guide my movements. She pushes me downward, past her shoulder, until I'm in front of her breasts. Two words come to mind right then; holy fuck.

I unbutton her shirt, just a few buttons, until I can see exactly what she was hiding underneath the garment. A gasp leaves my lips when I see her; a black lacy bra that evidentially is capable of leaving both men and women breathless. Notice how I said 'men'? Yeah, that's because right then the bartender appears at our table, stoops down to see us on the floor, stands back up and walks away.

From the bar he calls "Ladies, your cab is here!"

Sara buttons her shirt up and we staggeringly leave the establishment in another fit of giggles. We get in the cab, tell the driver where to go and sit back for the ride. Sara has stopped giggling and just when I think I have my laughing under control, a thought comes to mind.

"What's so funny? Cath, tell me!" She's fully focused on me now and I'm glad. Her brown eyes force me to calm down before I tell her.

"Thank God it's Wednesday. I didn't think I could wait any longer for our date," I reply with a grin.

Sara traces one finger down my body; starting at my collarbone and stopping when she gets to my jeans. "I'm not sure I can wait until we get home." She tries to wink and fails, but I get what she's implying. "What about you?" I open my mouth to answer and she silences me; not with a kiss, but by straddling me. Yes, Sara Sidle straddled me in the back of our cab. As I feel the heat of her body through her clothes, I seem to lose my cares of who sees.

"Driver? Could you maybe speed it up a little bit?" I ask in a high-pitched voice. The driver complies with my request, much to my surprise. As for Sara and I?

We go back to what we had started in the bar.

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