Catherine awoke to the satisfying feeling of silk on skin. And the less satisfying feeling of being alone. She sat up, holding the sheets against her, and looked around the room. Clothes, many discarded clothes, but no Sara. Just as the worst case scenario began to plant itself in her mind, the door opened and Sara walked in, complete with breakfast.

"Hey. What's all this?" Catherine asked, making herself more comfortable as Sara placed the tray across her legs. The delicious scent of coffee and eggs invaded her senses, awakening her taste buds.

"Thought I'd surprise you with breakfast." Sara said. "Or lunch." Catherine smiled sweetly at her, taking in her appearance as she sat on the edge of the bed. Dishevelled hair, no makeup, and covered only by an oversized t-shirt. And to Cath she had never looked more beautiful.

"How sweet." She grinned. "You not having anything?" Cath asked, picking up her fork. Sara shook her head.

"Not hungry." Cath raised an eyebrow suspiciously and Sara smiled at her. "Seriously. I'll get something later, promise." Cath accepted the excuse, for now anyway.

"Okay." The blonde relented, digging in. She ate for a few minutes, before stopping and looking at her girlfriend. "Sara? Can I ask you something?" she asked, a curiousness glinting in her eyes. Sara nodded. "Last nig...this morning. What happened...you, are you..." Catherine stumbled over her words, so Sara took pity and rescued her.

"I'm ok." She smiled. A look of relief crossed the older woman's features.

"Good." She sighed. "It's just; I know we said that we were going to take this slowly." She made hand gestures between the two of them. "And I know that what we did kind of goes against that." She grinned impishly. "I just don't want to rush you." Sara brushed a strand of hair behind Catherine's ear, her silent way of telling Cath that it was okay. "I know you're not a tactile person, I'm just having a hard time keeping my hands off you. I can try to stop if it's too much for you. Try." She smirked.

"It's okay. I like it." Sara admitted shyly. "I trust you."

"Good." Cath beamed, kissing her softly. "Speaking of which." she said, climbing out of bed and shuffling out of the room, complete with bed sheets, leaving behind a bemused brunette. She returned a second later, holding the small bottle of pills that made Sara's heart flutter. "Before you say anything," Cath said, kneeling down in front of her, "just hear me out, okay." She held the bottle out to Sara, who eyed it cautiously. "Take it." Cath assured her. Sara did, holding it like it was a loaded weapon. "Look at it." Cath said, keeping her voice soft. "It hasn't been opened, or tampered with. What's inside is what is on the label. It's not going to hurt you." Sara studied the bottle, finding indeed that the lid was still firmly attached and unopened. Satisfied, she nodded. Catherine smiled and took it back, twisting the child safety cap off and shaking a small, round, white sugar-coated pill into the palm of her hand. "Please, can you just try one? For me?"

Sara looked from the pill to Catherine and back again. With a shaking hand she took the little white tablet and placed it in her mouth, washing it down with a mouthful of water from the glass on the bedside table. She felt it slide down her throat, smooth and sleek. Cath beamed up at her, relief visible in her eyes. She sat up on her knees and pressed her lips to Sara's. "Thank you." She whispered into the kiss.

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Short and sweet :)