A/N: I think this is where I earn the M rating...

Chapter Seven – Catherine's POV

We kiss passionately, each of us wanting to be the dominant one. In this position, her height gives her the advantage, so I allow her to be in control. She tilts my head back, then nibbles on my bottom lip, and I can't hold back the moan that escapes me. She then explores every inch of my mouth with her tongue. Eventually we break apart, taking in deep breaths of much needed oxygen. I lean against her shoulder, stroking her back lightly. My hand finds its way under her shirt and I stroke the sensitive skin of her back. Her breathing becomes labored again, and I revel in the effect that I have on her. It's intoxicating. Then she grabs my hand and leads me towards the bedroom.

"Do you want this?"

She sighs then replies

"Yes."

"Don't you think it's a little soon?"

"Yes."

"Does that bother you?"

"No."

I can tell she's being deliberately annoying, but then she pulls me in the bedroom and onto the bed. I straddle her thighs and pin both her arms down. I kiss her long and hard, this time I explore her mouth and leave her breathless. I eventually kiss my way down her neck, nipping the skin gently. I know there will be a mark there later, but I'm not bothered. I'm proud to have marked her. I unbutton her shirt and run my hands over her stomach, marvelling at how smooth her skin is. She squirms underneath me and I retrace the path I just took, watching her stomach muscles contract. I press a kiss against her stomach, then allow her to sit up just enough to slide her shirt off. I unclasp her bra at the same time, and discard it. I meet her eyes and her expression is…shy, almost vulnerable. I pull her up till she's in a sitting position, with me straddled across her lap, then I pull her towards me, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight. She buries her head in my chest and I drop light kisses on her shoulders, her neck and her back.
We stay like this for a while, until Sara's hands start to wander underneath my top. I raise my arms and she takes it off for me, along with my bra. But then she pushes me backwards, pinning my arms above my head. I shudder as she kisses a path from my neck to the top of my pants. I manage to free my hands and tangle them in her hair, pulling her up so I can kiss her properly. As we kiss, she unbuttons my pants, and I lift myself off the bed slightly and slide them off. I turn my attention to Sara's jeans, although I'm find it hard to focus as she's kissing and caressing the tops of my thighs. Then she slides a hand inside my panties and I forget everything other than her touch.

Sara's POV

I wake up five minutes before my alarm goes off. Catherine is still asleep, her head on my chest. I replay the events of last night in my mind. I'll have to wake her up in a minute. I don't know how I feel about what happened this morning. I did want it, but then again, I kind of wish it hadn't happened. Part of me wants to do the right thing, take things slow with her. I want to be with her, take care of her, make her feel safe...but then again I don't. I don't want to be fucked about. She has me whipped already, and we haven't even talked about where this is going. For all I know, she's just using me to get laid. I mean, I thought she hated me up until a few hours ago. I think I'm right. She just wanted to get a release. Well, I can play that game too. I refuse to be hurt again. I slip out of her embrace, and pull on an old t-shirt. She slowly wakes up.

"Evening," she mumbles.

"Hey."

She looks up and seems to sense my discomfort.

"Sara, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just need to get ready for work, that's all, and I couldn't do that without waking you up. You should probably go too, seeing as you also need to get ready."

With that, I retreat into the bathroom. I gaze at my reflection for a few moments, and splash water on my face. Then I go out to face Catherine again. She's dressed by now and we both stand there in silence, not knowing what to say.

"Look, about last night-"

"Catherine, people do it all the time. We both just needed a release, that's all. It's nothing big. I don't regret it, and neither should you. This doesn't change anything. It happened, but that's ok."

Her face hardens. In fact, she looks really pissed.

"Yeah," She says coldly, "It was just a release."

Then she walks out without saying another word.