A/N: Sorry, no updates for a few days... I got super stuck! Even when I figured out where I wanted to go, I couldn't figure out how to get there... but I think I got it. Oh, and I decided to go with a little milder sex-scene... don't want the story to be TOO riddled with them now, do we?

Catherine already missed Sara's presence as she drove home alone. Sara had dropped her off at her car, and Catherine gave her a light kiss on the cheek and said goodbye. Really, she wanted to grab Sara and kiss her until they couldn't breath, knowing she'd be apart from her for hours. But she knew Sara wasn't ready to be quite so open. It was one thing for the boys to know, but making out in the lab's parking lot was another story.

After dropping Lindsey off at school, Catherine headed home. Work was always exhausting, but today she'd also fought, cried, had steamy office-sex, gone out with the boys, had her daughter chattering in her ear, and still had a belly full of pancakes. Has it really only been one day? She thought as she collapsed into bed, expecting to pass out instantly. But her mind was racing with thoughts of Sara, some of the motel, some of her office; but mostly she kept coming back to the fact that they needed to talk, figure out where they stood. And she wanted to see her, though she tried to resist the urge, to give Sara space. Catherine felt like an addict again, remembering her cocaine days, hoping Sara would turn out to be a much safer drug of choice.

Giving up on sleep, and giving into temptation, she threw off the covers and climbed back out of bed, grabbing her purse and heading straight for the car. She didn't think twice about what she was doing until she pulled into the parking lot of Sara's apartment. We haven't even been together 24 hours, and I'm already making surprise visits to her home? Catherine pondered, taking out her cell and dialing Sara's number.

"Sidle," came the groggy voice on the other end. Catherine's heart leaped at the sound of her voice.

"Hey, Sara, did I wake you?" Catherine asked sweetly.

"Uh… yea… it's ok though," Sara replied, still foggy. "What's up?"'

"Would it be… weird, for me to just… stopped by?" Catherine asked.

"No, no of course not," Sara said firmly, "come on over."

"Ok, great," Catherine said, grinning, and already on her way to Sara's door, "see you soon."

She hung up and moments later stood in front of Sara's door. Get a grip on yourself! You're acting like a love sick teenager! She thought as she took a deep breath to calm herself, and knocked on the door.

When the door opened, Catherine was greeted by a slightly puzzled but amused Sara.

"Hey," Sara said with a smirk.

"Hey," Catherine replied, her tone sounding almost shy. Sara smiled wider.

"Did you… call me from the parking lot?" Sara asked teasingly.

"Yea," Catherine answered, her tone remaining the same.

"And you're in your pajamas…" Sara continued to smirk, taking in the tiny gray shorts and light blue tank top Catherine was wearing without a bra.

Oops, Catherine thought, how did I not think to change my clothes? She then smiled mischievously, taking a step into the apartment.

"I thought they might not stay on long anyways," she said.

Sara chuckled, and upon seeing her smile, Catherine couldn't resist grabbing her head with both hands to pull Sara's lips down onto her own. Sara's hands slipped around her waist as the kiss deepened, and Catherine moved her hands under Sara's shirt to touch her skin. Sara leaned into her touch, but when Catherine began to pull the fabric higher, Sara's pulled back.

"Cat, wait," she said.

"What's wrong?" Catherine asked, her nerves returning. Sara moved to the door, swinging it shut and flicking the lock

"Oh," Catherine breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

Sara took a step forward, grabbing the hem of Catherine's top and slowly pulling it over her head. Pressing their lips back together, Sara pulled back slightly and whispered, "You're amazing too, by the way," before resuming the kiss. Catherine moaned and pulled Sara closer, inching them towards the bedroom.

After tripping over a rug and bumping more than a couple walls, the two women made it to their destination and toppled onto the bed. Catherine pulled Sara's top over her head, immediately followed by Sara standing up and sliding Catherine's shorts down her legs. Before Sara had a chance to lay back down, Catherine did the same.

No teasing this time, this was pure need, as the two women almost simultaneously slid their fingers into one another. It didn't take Catherine long to reach the edge, and when she heard Sara cry out as she felt her muscles convulse around her fingers, she came as well.

Sara kissed Catherine again before rolling onto her back, as both women tried to catch their breath.

"We must be setting some kind of record," Sara joked, still breathing heavily.

"I know you are," Catherine replied.

"How so?"

"Sara," Catherine said seriously, "I told you at the motel, I couldn't remember the last time I came that hard. And, well, let's just say you're… consistent."

Sara just smiled.

"Sara?" Catherine said again after a moment of silence, "Have you ever… been with a woman before?"

"I'm… I mean, I'm not… I'm not a lesbian, Cat," Sara stammered. "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that… at all. It's just… you, ya know? Just something-"

"I know," Catherine interrupted. "Me too. Even when I was dancing. I mean, almost, once or twice. But I've never been with anything but men, let alone been in lo-"

Shit! Catherine thought, cutting her words short.

Sara looked at her, her face a mixture of shock, confusion, and fear.

"I mean… Sara, I didn't," Catherine started, feeling panicked. She sighed and sat up, "Look, I'm sorry. I'll just… I'll go, ok?"

"No… no, it's ok," Sara said, though her voice sounded distant. "You can stay… it's fine."

Catherine laid back down, not looking at Sara, afraid to see that look on her face again.

Please, please don't say I screwed this up already, Catherine silently pleaded as she tried helplessly to fall asleep.