Hey guys, sorry for the slow updates on this story. On my last update I mentioned that two family members had been taken into hospital, well one of them unfortunately never made it out and passed away recently. So I've not really been in a very good place and I needed to sort myself out before I attempted to continue this.
The rest of the day passed with Catherine avoiding Sara as much as she could without making it too obvious to Nick and Greg, letting them just assume that she was annoyed with Sara as was so often the case rather than the actual truth of what had happened. Sara knew what she was doing and despite her own feelings, which were to get Catherine alone and sort whatever this was out, she decided to leave Catherine alone and avoid any potential fights since they still had another two nights sharing a room. It'd be much easier to leave it all and move on if they weren't confined to one small hotel room. The last thing she needed was more hostility from Catherine, she'd had enough of that to last her a lifetime. So she had kept the peace when Catherine chose to sit between Greg and a stranger despite there being a perfectly empty seat between Sara and Greg. She made no comment when Catherine only nodded or muttered a one word answer whenever Sara tried to interact with her. And she had simply sighed when they had been left along together and Catherine had quickly left the room, very obviously trying to avoid any situation where Sara may try to talk about what was happening between them.
After the day's events Sara just wanted to go up to her room and climb into bed and forget about all of this. It was a stupid mistake to try and win Catherine over and now Catherine would hate her more than she already did. Her work life was going to be miserable now, especially if she was working a case with Catherine. She would forever know that Sara had a massive crush on her and often thought about kissing her. But she couldn't do that; she couldn't stay on her room and hide from the strawberry blonde for a few hours. They had all promised Greg they would hit this club he had heard about from one of his buddies and if she bailed now he would never let her hear the end of it. On the plus side, some hard liquor might help take her mind off of Catherine.
She'd changed in the bedroom while Catherine had taken her things into the bathroom to get ready for their evening out with the boys. She'd pulled on some black skinny jeans and a blue halter neck. Touched her face up with some tinted moisturiser, a couple of coats of mascara and a tinted lip balm. She left her hair to dry in its natural waves and added a bit of serum to calm the frizz. Now she was sat on her bed waiting for Catherine. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that Catherine's appearance wouldn't be as quick, Catherine liked to impress and judging by the amount of things she'd carried into the bathroom she was going all out tonight.
Sara leaned back against the headboard on her bed and stretched her legs out as she waited, thinking about the drink she knew she'd definitely need to get through this night if Catherine was going to be floating around all dressed up and gorgeous.
When Catherine finally emerged Sara was not prepared for Catherine's outfit choice and stopped breathing for a second as she soaked in the vision before her. Catherine had chosen a bodycon style black dress that hugged her body and accentuated her curves, it had a plunging neckline which Sara was quick to notice meant she was wearing no bra with the outfit and no back. There were ample amounts of skin on show but Catherine somehow managed to pull it off without looking trashy. If the dress wasn't enough to tip Sara over the edge she had on some killer heels that Sara was pretty certain she would break her neck in if she tried to stand let alone walk in them, yet Catherine seemed to have no problem as she sashayed her way across the room to the little vanity. She bent slightly to look better in the mirror and Sara had to bite her lip to not grown when the curve of Catherine's backside was displayed even more to her. The whole outfit was topped off with straightened hair that had been backcombed and tousled slightly to give it that "sexy just out of bed" look. She had smoky eyes with lashing of dark eyeliner and nude lips that looked even more pouty and fuller than normal. Catherine wasn't out to impress, she was out to kill.
And she was definitely doing that. Sara was finding it difficult to focus on anything but the way the dress clung to Catherin's body. Every curve drawing her in as her eyes roamed everywhere they possibly could.
Catherine turned so her back was to the mirror and looked over shoulder, checking everything looked okay from that angle and that nothing was showing that shouldn't be. After a final spin she picked up a small clutch bag off her bed and finally looked at Sara who was still sat on her bed watching her.
"We're late." Catherine said as she broke her glance from Sara and made her way to the door.
Sara jumped up off the bed and followed quickly, her eyes running over the expanse of skin the backless dress offered to her hungry eyes. It was creamy white with a smattering of freckles which Sara found incredibly sexy and cute. She wondered if the rest of Catherine's body had the same freckles, she wondered if the freckles were on her stomach, her legs, her breasts…before her thoughts could wander too far Nick's voice floated down the corridor to them as he and Greg stood waiting for the elevator. Greg noticed them first and whistled as he took in Catherine's appearance, making some comment about how hot she looked and if she was sure she didn't want to give him a private showing. Catherine, as per usual with Greg's antics, laughed softly and shook her head.
"Oh Greg, you wouldn't be able to keep up." With that she stepped onto the elevator which had just arrived and turned to wait for them all with a smile on her face. Greg stood with his jaw open slightly, Nick momentarily looked the same before he laughed and smacked Greg's shoulder and stepped onto the lift. Sara, she was busy wondering if the statement could be true. Was Catherine a wildcat in bed, would she be able to keep up with her. "Close your mouth Greg, flies will land there." Catherine smiles turned into a laugh and the remaining two CSIs sparked back into life and stepped onto the elevator, nick pressed the button for the lobby.
The cab was waiting for them outside and they all got in, Sara seated between Nick and Greg in the back while Catherine took the front passenger seat. Sara, still mesmerised by Catherine, watched as she pulled the sun visor down to check her lipstick in the mirror hidden there. She watched as Catherine carefully wiped at the outer edge of her lip with her finger before she pouted slightly to check her lipstick one last time then changed the angle of the mirror to check the rest of her makeup. She saw the moment Catherine's eyes met hers in the reflective glass and the way Catherine's body seemed to still as she met her stare for stare. Sara's lips twitched into a small smile, which seemed to spark something in Catherine and she snapped the visor back up and looked out of her window, avoiding Sara once again.
They arrived at the club not long after and took their place in the line of people waiting to get inside. As they stood there Sara noticed more than a few men's gazes wandering over Catherine's curvaceous body. Right at that moment she wanted nothing more than to wrap her arm around Catherine's waist and pull her in close, possibly nuzzle her neck and whisper sweet things in her ear that would make Catherine smile or possibly blush. She wanted to stake her claim to be perfectly honest. But she knew it wouldn't be well received by the woman in question and would likely earn her a slap. It was one thing to test Catherine's limits in the privacy of their room and the restroom at the diner where it was semi private but it was something else entirely to do it in front of dozens of strangers and their co-workers. She was pretty certain it would earn her a slap of epic proportions and ruin any chance she might have with the confused redhead.
So she stood there and said nothing as the guys ogled Catherine, nudging their mates to have a look. All the while she felt that burning jealousy in her stomach, that annoying voice that reminded her that these guys, these idiots, probably stood more of a chance with Catherine than she did. It was a thought that haunted her often, every time she saw a man notice Catherine. Every time she heard Catherine had a new boyfriend. It pained her but there was nothing she could do. She had made her feelings clear to Catherine, now the ball was in her court.
