At the mere tone of Catherine's voice, Sara's pulse had started racing.
"You look like you're thinking something bad," Sara tried to joke.
"Not that bad," Catherine replied coyly, propping herself up on her elbow while simultaneously reaching to move a stray piece of hair off Sara's face.
Sara froze, her eyes now fixed on Catherine's, her pulse beating so hard she could hear it in here ears. Catherine didn't retract her hand, and when Sara didn't shy away from her touch, Catherine slowly caressed her cheek with her thumb. She held Sara's gaze a moment, as if trying to gauge her reaction. Apparently finding the motivation she was looking for, she lowered her head towards Sara's.
Sara finally grasped the situation as she felt lips make contact with her neck, snapping her out of her hazy confusion,. Then they were gone, only to return a moment later, slightly higher than before. Then again they left and returned, this time clamped around her earlobe, eliciting a small gasp from Sara.
So she had been right after all. Catherine had been flirting with her. But why? Sara wondered. Does she just want sex? Or is it more? Can she feel my racing pulse under her lips? Then, forcing herself into more coherent thoughts, It doesn't matter, we can't do this. Tell her to stop Sara! Tell her-
The thought dissipated as Catherine's lips connected with her jaw, then again closer to her chin. Then they were gone, and when they didn't return, Sara opened her eyes. When did I close my eyes? She wondered. I'm not enjoying this like that… am I? Her gaze finally met Catherine's, who's eyes Sara could swear were a much darker shade of blue than usual. She could see the question in Catherine's eyes, waiting for permission to continue.
Tell her to stop, Sara told herself again. But instead she found herself staring at Catherine's lips, which were slowly making their way towards her own. Catherine hovered mere millimeters away from Sara's lips for a moment, and Sara realized the woman was giving her every opportunity to say no, and she wasn't taking it. Her mind kept telling her this couldn't continue, but her body wasn't cooperating, as she found herself being the one that raised her head ever so slightly to close the gap.
Their lips pressed together, and Sara sighed as she felt a rush of heat over her entire body. Catherine's lips lingered on hers only a moment in a chaste kiss before she pulled away briefly, only to return with more passion for a second kiss. This feels way too good, Sara thought, we have to stop. The kiss ended, and again Catherine hovered above her lips, giving her yet another opportunity to say no.
Speak, Sara!
"Cat," she finally managed, their lips still so close that the simple act of speaking caused her lips to brush again Catherine's. "We… can't…"
So it wasn't exactly a coherent sentence, but at least she'd managed to acquire some motor skills.
"Why," Catherine whispered against her lips, just before briefly capturing Sara's lower one between her own. Though her motor skills may have been working at least partially, the rest of her body was still working against her, as she couldn't seem to pull away.
"Just… can't…" Sara breathed. Stop making this so difficult! She scolded herself. Catherine pulled back just enough to look Sara in the eye, her own eyes still that dark shade of blue, and a mischievous smile on her lips.
"Then tell me to stop," Catherine said, her voice low.
"What?" Sara stammered with her partial speaking ability, still feeling hazy.
"If you don't want to do this," Catherine replied, lowering her head back towards Sara's, "then tell me to stop," she finished, punctuating the statement with another searing kiss, sending another wave of heat through Sara's body.
Say it, Sara told herself, say it, say stop! Just say stop! "Stop," It's just one word, you can do it, Sara. Just tell her…
"I can't," Sara whimpered as she felt Catherine grin against her lips. At that moment Sara felt Catherine had already known that she wasn't going to say "stop." But how could Catherine have been so sure when Sara had no idea what was happening to her?