A/N: Yes, I know it's been a while. I'm not sure how happy I am with this chapter, I know it's short, but I didn't want to drag it out too long. Feel free to tell me if you hated it.

Chapter Six

The cab ride back to my apartment is silent, but not uncomfortable.
I can feel Catherine's eyes on me, but I don't dare look at her. If I do, I don't think we'll make it back to my apartment.
When we arrive, I pay the driver and its takes every bit of will power I have not to run to my apartment building.
Instead, I turn to Catherine, who smirks at me before slipping an arm round my waist.

"So, what was with ignoring me that whole cab ride?"

She knows perfectly well why I did.

"Because I didn't think the cab driver would appreciate me jumping you in the back of the cab."
"That's a matter of opinion. He might have enjoyed it."

We're in the elevator, and I'm all too aware yet again of how small it is.

"Well, he might have enjoyed it, but it wouldn't have been for his benefit."
"Sara?"
"Mmm?"

Fuck, my hands are shaking. How hard can it be to unlock a front door?

"Did you really invite me back here for coffee?"

I finally get the front door open, and as Catherine closes it behind her, I pin her against it.
Her eyes darken with desire and her hands come to rest on my hips.
I lean forward and nip her earlobe gently, enjoying the hitch In her breath as I do.

"It all depends on how badly you want coffee Catherine."
"I want you."

Then her mouth is on mine, robbing me of any coherent thought.
We stay like this for ages, just kissing, until her hands move from my waist to my back, and she attempts to unzip my dress, and only then do I pull away.
Hurt flashes in her eyes, so I kiss her gently, not wanting to get the wrong idea.

"Not here."

I'm not sure where my body ends and Catherine's begins.
I'm not really sure of anything right now, except that I don't ever want this night to end.
Catherine makes another slow trip up my body, finally reaching my mouth.
I tangle my hands in her hair, holding her head in place, holding her to me.
She moans into my mouth and I'm pretty sure it's the sexiest sound I've ever heard.
Then she's gone again, kissing every part of my overheated skin other than where I need it most.
Every lover I've ever been with, man or woman, has never made me beg now, but her name has become a constant plea, repeated over and over again.
Catherine leans forward till her lips are just inches from mine.

"You want me to touch you Sara?"

Her husky voice and breath against my lips send shivers down my spine. I nod, incapable of anything else.

"But I am touching you."

To emphasise this, she lowers herself till she's straddled my hips. My hips buck and I slide my hands feverishly round her waist and slide them down till my hands rest on her hips.
I can't help but smile as my simple action causes her eyes to flutter closed and she unconsciously thrusts against me.
I slide my hands up her back until I reach her bra, fumbling with the catch in my impatience to get it off.
Suddenly I'm the one in control.
I trail my hand up her stomach to her breasts, tracing the underside of each one lightly with my finger, before flicking my thumb over her nipple.
She gasps, and I use the distraction to reverse our positions, so I'm straddling her.
She opens her eyes and smirks at me.

"I didn't have you pegged as the dominant type."

I kiss the top of each breast lightly, and her eyes snap shut again.

"Well Cath, I didn't ever imagine you being so submissive."

I kiss a path from her mouth down her body, to her bellybutton, ignoring where she needs attention the most.
I kiss my way back to her breasts, take her nipple in my mouth and bite down gently.
Her breathy cry of 'yes' is nearly my undoing and I repeat the action slightly harder this time and earn myself a louder cry of delight.
I slide up her body and press my lips against hers watching her until she opens her eyes. Confusion looks so incredibly cute on her.

"Why'd you stop?"

I smile.

"I wanted to look into your eyes when I did this."

Then I slip two fingers inside of her.
I'm tempted to tease her a little more, but the emotion, the pure desire and passion I see in those blue depths prevents me, so I move slowly, wanting to enjoy her every reaction.
Her eyes close again and she thrusts into my hand, the muscles already beginning to tense around my fingers.
I slip in another finger and speed up a little, and she cries out, her breath coming in short gasps.
Knowing she's close, I move my mouth to her neck and bite down on her pulse point, just as I sweep my thumb over the little bundle of nerves at her core.
The effect is instantaneous – she screams my name once, every muscle in her body tensed, then relaxes, aftershocks rippling through her body.
I only remove my hand when her eyes finally open and her smile lights up the room.
I wrap myself around her, resting my head against her chest.
Once she has her breathing until control I turn my head and kiss her hard, expressing all my need in the kiss.
I feel rather than hear her laugh.

"And I thought I was the impatient one…"
"I'm only impatient because the most beautiful woman in the world is lying naked underneath me."
"But Sara, I thought you said it would be better if we waited?"
"But I've waited long enough."
"Well, if you insist…"

And as her mouth works its way up my thigh, waiting is the last thing on my mind.

I don't think I need to say it, but I'll say it anyway…feedback?