As soon as Catherine entered her bedroom, she shed the robe she was wearing and began to light the various candles she had scattered around the room. She turned on the sound system in the bedroom so that it was very low. She turned around and Sara was leaning against the doorframe. "You had this all planned out, didn't you?" she asked Catherine.

"Look, the last time you were here, you left on less than amiable terms. We were in the middle of something and you up and left," Catherine explained.

"If my memory serves me correctly, I didn't just up and leave. First of all, your daughter was in the other room and then she walked in on us. Second of all, you told me that you and Curtis…well, you know what you told me. What did you expect me to do with all of that information?"

"Sara, we have no excuses anymore. Lindsey isn't here and won't be back for a few days. And as for Sofia, well, we both know the truth about that now. I don't know about you, but I'm sick and fucking tired of fighting with you. You are the most amazing woman I've ever met. You manage to get under my skin like no one else. You piss me off and turn me on all in the same instant. Now, we either do something about this or one of us is going to have to qui—"

Catherine's tirade was cut short by Sara's kiss. "I don't really want to fight with you anymore either," was all Sara could muster to say between kisses. She tried to take control of the situation but quickly found herself pressed against a wall by Catherine's body. "Cath, how adventurous are you feeling?" Sara smirked as she asked.

"Mmmm….what did you have in mind baby?"

"Well, I did get a few ideas from that movie and from your comments," Sara replied as she picked Catherine up and felt Cath's legs wrap around her.

"Really?" she asked as she planted soft kisses on Sara's lips. "I think you might find what you're looking for in the bottom left drawer in the bathroom," Catherine said as she unwrapped her legs from Sara's waist and walked toward the bed. "I'll just get comfortable and let you look for something you like."

Sara walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She was suddenly feeling very self-conscious. What was she getting into with Catherine? She had never really been with a woman and wasn't quite sure that Catherine understood that. Regardless, she had started something here and she was going to have to finish it. She crossed to the sink and opened the bottom left drawer. She heard herself whisper oh my god as she took in the contents of the drawer. There were implements of every size, shape and color in there. Think, Sara. What was going happening in that movie when Cath said she hadn't done that in ages. What were they doing? Oh yeah, that blonde was on her knees and the other woman was behind her…okay, I know which party favor to choose now. Will I even know what to do with this? I'm going to die of embarrassment if I fuck this up. With that, Sara chose the strap-on, slipped it on, and pulled her flannel pants back on and exited the bathroom.

"Find something you like?" Catherine asked as she crawled toward the foot of the bed and wrapped her arms around Sara and began to kiss her.

"You could say that. But Cath, I need to tell you something before we go any further. You do realize that I've never—well, you'll be the first woman I've been with," Sara confessed.

"Baby, it'll be fine. This is probably the easiest thing you'll ever do. Just do what your instincts tell you to do, okay?"

"Go with my instincts? I think I can do that," Sara replied as she pushed Catherine back on the bed and began to kiss her way up her legs and over her thighs. She took the hem of Catherine's chemise in her hands and began to pull it up as she trailed kisses over her abdomen. "Aren't you going to help me take this off of you?" Sara asked Catherine.

"Nope."

With that, Sara straddled Catherine's hips. She ran her hands over the fabric and up and over Catherine's breast. She could feel Catherine's body reacting to her touch. She came to the top of the chemise and gripped the material in her hands. "Since you're not going to cooperate," was what Sara hissed as she ripped the material in her hands and savagely lowered her mouth to one of Catherine's exposed breasts. She felt Catherine arch into her and she suck on one nipple while the fingers of her right hand rolled the other nipple between her fingertips. She could hear Catherine's moans and unintelligible ramblings. "I'm afraid of hurting you," Sara said as she covered Catherine's mouth with her own.

"Don't be," was all Catherine said as their eyes connected. She knew that Sara was holding back and trying to be gentle. "Make me yours, baby. Remember everything I've said and done to you. Show me how wrong I was about you. Show me what I've been missing all these years."

With that, Sara rolled off of Catherine and began to pull her clothes off. As Sara pulled her pajama bottoms off, Catherine saw what she was wearing and gasped. "I want you to ride me, Catherine," Sara stated simply.