Title: Realisations Of A Hangover 4
Author: neo-chef
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Rating: PG for now later on who knows…
Spoilers: anything is fair game
Archive: let me know and it can go anywhere
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I wouldn't have the time or the energy to write about them…
A.N. Once again, thank you to all for the kind feedback and interest in my story. Sorry it took a little longer for this chapter, another minor case of writer's block unfortunately.
Chapter 4
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"Sara, are you ok? You look like you're really sunburnt." 'Ahh, the innocence of a child.'
Lindsay still had her arms wrapped around Sara's legs, probably the only thing stopping Sara's wish that the ground would open up and swallow her.
"Yeah Linds, I'm ok. Just a little under the weather."
"You should get my mom to give you a back rub. That's what she does when ever I'm not feeling well and it always makes me feel better."
Big blues eyes looked up Sara's torso, unknown to the suffering of the younger CSI. The image of Catherine giving a back rub turned into a gentle massage made Sara's blush come back in full force. Daring to look up at Catherine, she peeked through her fingers. Cath was smirking at her, thoroughly enjoying her daughters attempts to make Sara die of embarrassment.
"I'll go an put on some coffee. I'll see you down stairs." Catherine turned and left the room. Laughter could be heard all the way down the hall.
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Not realising the gravity of what had actually come out of her mouth, Catherine stared agape at Sara. This was Sara Sidle, not generally known for her social behaviour and here she was openly flirting with her.
Sara felt as though she was looking down at her own body, convinced Catherine had killed her for making such an inappropriate comment. She couldn't believe that she had let that slip, and right to Catherine's face. But considering the way she had felt when Catherine was lying in her arms before, she wasn't exactly surprised that these thoughts had presented themselves once again.
Six long years of Sara trapped in the lab with the beautiful Catherine Willows. For most this wouldn't be considered such a bad thing. But when you develop a crush the moment you lay eyes on someone, being around them every day for half a decade can start to seem like torture. But not a torture that Sara would trade up for anything.
With a sudden desperate need to be anywhere but sitting in the booth, Sara drained her new beer and rose asking Catherine if she wanted another drink. Cath, having only returned from the bar 10 minutes ago, declined and allowed to Sara to wander in the search for more drinks.
Watching the brunette as she threaded her way through the club, Catherine was amazed at the carefree side of Sara she was only just witnessing. She hoped that it wasn't only the alcohol that had brought her younger partner's good mood to the fore, but it was a sign of how Sara was when she wasn't contained in the oppressive sterility of the Las Vegas Crime Lab.
Sara, while missing Catherine's presence almost immediately, was quietly glad she had a little breathing space. She wasn't sure how but the good-natured side of her was poking its way out. It wasn't a side that any of her co-workers were used to seeing, except Greg, with whom she had spent many a fun night hanging out and listening to music, one of Sara's passions.
Sara waltzed up to the bar, and attracting the attention of the bar staff grabbed a fresh beer and started back to the booth. In her absence, the gentleman who had been interested in Catherine attendance on the dance floor had returned. Sara could see Catherine was trying to hold it together without tearing the guy a new one but she was becoming increasing agitated.
'I hope Catherine forgives me for this one day'
Striding up to the table, none-too-gently shoving the man out of the way, Sara pulled Cath into her arms. "Sorry I was gone so long baby." 'No time like the present.' Slight confusion marred Cath's face, but quickly caught on as Sara's face inched closer. 'Please God, Allah, Buddha, let me live through this.' Catherine's lips felt like silk as Sara's came into contact. Sara's hand slipped from Catherine's hip, travelling up her back and finally lightly held Cath's neck. Sara was in ecstasy; there was nothing that could have prepared her for what kissing Catherine Willows would be like, gentle yet commanding. She almost didn't care what happened after this, there was not much she could think of that would make this night better.
Despite Sara initiating the kiss, after getting over her initial shock at the brunette's actions, Catherine melted into Sara's body, taking over. Where Sara's trepidation held her back, Catherine's confidence pushed her forward, snaking both her arms around Sara's neck. Lightly running her tongue over Sara's bottom lip and hearing the brunette moan slightly at the contact made the night for Catherine. She had waited so long to do this, never being able to find a time to get Sara in the right time and place. She was glad that Sara had jumped in first.
Totally oblivious to their surroundings, they didn't notice that Greg had come back towards the booth.
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Once Lindsay let go of Sara's legs, the brunette fell backwards onto the bed and gazed at the ceiling. Lindsay climbed onto the bed and looked down next to Sara.
"Did I do something wrong Sara?" Anxiety clouded the young girls voice.
Turning to regard the girl, "No Lindsay, you didn't do anything wrong, your mom is just teasing me is all."
"Oh ok," Lindsay paused and cocked her head to the side, "Mom says it's not polite to tease other people. Just got me in trouble when I was teasing my cousin Jeremy about his haircut."
"Well your mom is right, you shouldn't tease other people. It hurts their feelings sometimes, but I know your mom is only joking so its ok."
Seeming to accept this answer Lindsay jumped off the bed and ran down the hall.
'I guess its time for me to face the music.' Sara wasn't sure how she had ended up in Catherine's house and so far it had been the most painful morning in recent memory. Exiting the bedroom, Sara followed her nose to the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Entering the kitchen she saw, in her mind, the sexiest sight. Catherine, with her eyes closed and leg propped against the cupboard behind her, inhaling the smell of her coffee.
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TBC…
A.N. I figured I would leave you with the wonderful vision of Catherine and coffee…