Sara was the first to wake up. She looked over at Catherine, still quietly sleeping, and couldn't help a small smile.
God, she really is beautiful, Sara thought, suppressing the urge to reach out and touch her, then quickly banishing both thoughts as reality set in again.
Oh god, what did we do?
There was no denying what had happened. They hadn't been drunk, they hadn't been depressed, or having a weak moment. It had simply… happened. But why? Here was that confusion part Sara had known she was going to have to deal with, even as it had been happening. Why did I let it happen? Sara continued to wonder. Well, I wanted it, she conceded. Why did I want it? Why did I want it so bad? Why did it feel so- again she stopped her train of thought.
Sara needed to think. She couldn't think, laying here next to Catherine, still covered in her bodily fluids- oh god, Sara thought, sliding out of bed and heading for the shower. It wasn't that she was repulsed, or in a hurry to rid herself of all traces of Catherine. That wasn't it at all. It was just… she needed to think. She was confused, and covered in Catherine, and she really just needed to think.
Quietly she slid into the bathroom, gently pulling the door shut behind her, not quite ready to wake Catherine and have to face her. There was no avoiding it, as they were still miles outside of Vegas with only one car. But she could stall, just for a little while, she thought, turning on the shower. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, only one thought popped into her mind: sex hair. Sara groaned internally and turned away from the reflection, climbing into the steamy hot water.
As the water slowly washed away all physical evidence of she and Catherine's activities, Sara desperately tired to clear to head. She let the water run over her face, closing her eyes, and was flooded by images of Catherine. Catherine touching her, telling her to cum, telling Sara she needed her, screaming her name…
Sara's eyes snapped open, the smile fading from her lips. I'm smiling? She wondered, astounded. Stop it. Stop smiling. Oh, this is bad. This is very, very bad. Then another thought came to mind.
She'd asked Catherine if they should talk, as they probably should have. No, Sara, Sara recalled Catherine's words. Not tonight. Ok? She had sounded almost sad as she said it, the "ok?" sounding more like a plea than a question. Why did she sound so sad? Why does the memory of that moment break my heart?
And what about her crush on Grissom? Sara toyed with the thought momentarily, concluding that she couldn't imagine letting him touch her the way Catherine had only hours ago. Had she mistaken hero-worship for attraction? And what about she and Catherine's almost legendary fights. Has she also mistaken sexual tension for hostility?
Having no more answers than when she'd entered the shower, and her head spinning with even more questions than before, Sara finally gave up and turned off the water. She listened for a sign that Catherine had woke, but heard nothing.
She grabbed a towel to dry herself off, then wrapped it around her body as she realized she'd forgotten to grab her clothes in her rush to the bathroom. Just as she was about to open the door, she heard Catherine's cell phone go off. Shit, she thought, deciding to remain in the bathroom.
"This is Catherine," she heard Catherine speak groggily as she answered her phone.
"Gil, hey," Shit, we forgot to call Grissom.
"Yea, we got stuck in the storm… Where? Some dumpy motel, I'm not sure… Well, I tried to call, Gil, couldn't really get a signal," Catherine lied as Sara mentally praised her for covering.
"Oh, she's, uh, in the shower I think… Of course we'll be back by shift, you didn't send us send out of the country, though if you ever felt inclined to finance such a trip… Fine, fine. We're just about to get back on the road… See you tonight." Click.
Alright, Sara, you have to come out eventually, Sara told herself, still hiding in the bathroom. A moment of silence and then, "Sara?" she heard Catherine call.
Oh shit. Things had gotten so much more confusing in the shower. She needed space, and time, to think about all this before she talked to Catherine.
"Yea?" Sara called back, tentatively.
Shit, here it comes.
"I need to take a shower."
Or not.