A/N: Thank you guys all so much for your reviews and patience with me. Just a little warning about this chapter-- it's very dark, probably the darkest so far (despite the beginning ;)) and will probably continue to be so throughout the next few chapters. I hope you guys enjoy it despite that, and Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Well this wasn't supposed to happen at all. If you asked her, Catherine would say she had absolutely no clue how she had come to be underneath her injured girlfriend's body in quite the revealing state of undress. It certainly wasn't her fault. No, it was Sara's fault for being so damn sexy all the time. With her stubborn bad-ass attitude and that sexy grunt of hers, it took everything in Catherine not to jump her at any given moment at any given time.

She had come into the bedroom to check on Sara and change her bandages before they got too itchy-- if she didn't do it now, Sara would have a pen cap stuck in one of the them trying to scratch soon. She came into change the bandages, nothing more, nothing less. She never expected it to turn into sex, especially with her mother home and just in the living room watching her favorite soap opera. But that just made it feel naughty and forbidden and dangerous and all the more appetizing.

Sara had made the first move, she would like to have noted for the record. Catherine had been the one trying to be good and make her go back to sleep. She had told her that it wasn't time for this and that she needed to get some more rest before they even considered doing that again. But damn it once Sara had began teasing her already taut nipples with her hands she found herself moaning her encouragement instead of trying to convince her to go back to sleep.

In a few swift movements Sara had skillfully removed Catherine's tank top from her body, leaving her top half gloriously bare to her eyes. Since Catherine was still wearing her pajamas, her bra had been neglected and Sara practically let out a growl in pleasant surprise. Catherine vaguely wondered if Sara had lied to her about being a virgin when they first met because of the fine skills she was exhbiting, but didn't dwell on it long as Sara continued her ministrations, each more torturous than the last.

"Ohh Sar-Bear just like that," Catherine continued to moan her encouragement as Sara moved her mouth across her neck, seeking unlicked bits of skin to explore.

"You know that's not particularly a turn-on for me," Sara mumbled back in response, tucking her head underneath Catherine's neck as she tried to move in for a better angle.

"It is for me," Catherine panted back. As much as she knew Sara-- Sara Sidle, the school badass, the toughest girl alive-- hated her nickname "Sar-Bear" given to her by Catherine herself, she knew it was just because it embarrassed her to no end. Sara really was just a sensitive little teddy bear inside, even if she wouldn't admit it.

Once Sara's warm hands had began their slow, painful descent down Catherine's stomach she couldn't help herself anymore and let out a loud moan, one that could've been audible to even the house next door. "Shh," Sara coached her, "You're mom's in the other room... do you really think she would appreciate walking in on me on top of her sweating and grunting daughter?"

"Oh damn it, I don't care!" Catherine shot back, something she would never even think of saying under normal circumstances. "Now, Sara! Fuck me now!"

Sara stared at Catherine in astonishment. Never in all their time of knowing eachother had she ever heard Catherine say fuck. It sounded even sexier than she had ever imagined it could sound.

"Gladly," Sara hissed into Catherine's ear. As she was working at untying Catherine's pajama bottoms, Catherine got impatient and changed her mind. In a matter of moments Sara found herself underneath Catherine who was holding her arms down to the sides of the bed in possessiveness.

"You were taking too long," Catherine growled, simply shoving Sara's arms back onto the mattress when she tried to move them. "So now I get to torture you."

"Shit," Sara groaned at the sensation of Catherine's warm tongue carressing her earlobe, "I'm really going to get it now, aren't I?"

"Oh yeah," Catherine purred. "Take off that jacket of yours, I want to see some skin."

Without protest Sara immediately sat up and started to try and take her leather jacket off with much difficulty. Catherine sat back on her hanches just long enough to allow Sara movement to remove the garment, before reassuming her position underneath her on the bed. "Now where were she?" she questioned, running a teasing hand over Sara's breasts as Sara had done to her. "I think we were just about here..." her hands were resting on the waistband of her pants and Sara thought she was going to shout out every bad word she knew right then and there if Catherine didn't hurry it up.

"All in due time," Catherine whispered. She loved that she could drive Sara this crazy, Sara who was always collected and reserved. She finally decided to cut Sara a break when she saw her squirming around underneath like her like a worm and her knee came into the equation, making its way up Sara's inner thighs before making a not-so subtle thrust into Sara's heat.

Sara felt tears stinging at her eyes, and she didn't know why. She felt pain when she should've been squirming with pleasure and she didn't know why. There was a burning, stinging, jabbing almost pounding pain inside of her that was traveling throughout her entire body in excruciating waves, moving from her abdomen through her legs and up her arms to her shoulders and collarbones. Before she could stop it her tears had become a full-blown sob.

Catherine had become confused at the absence of Sara's nails raking their way down her back and the sound of her moans before she realized she was crying. "Sara? Oh my god did I hurt you?" Catherine knew she was pretty rough when they had sex, but there was a fine line between pleasure and pain and she had never crossed that line with Sara before. She didn't think she ever would.

"I--I don't know!" Sara cried. The weight from Catherine's body now felt suffocating and painful and she frantically tried to push at her chest to move her.

"Shit," Catherine cursed herself, rolling off of Sara and grabbing her shirt. Slipping it back on over her head, she sat beside her on the bed instead. "Damn it! I knew this was a bad idea!" Then looking up at her closed bedroom door, she shouted, "Mom! Mom, we have an emergency!"

She then turned her attention back to Sara who was laying curled up in the fetal position in the middle of the bed, her body shaking with her tears. "Sara?" she asked, internally continuing to berate herself. "Sara, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..." She was angry at herself for hurting Sara, but she didn't understand exactly how she had done it... usually Sara was panting and moaning for more. She had done that to Sara so many times she lost count.

"Catherine?" Lilly came running into the room in record time, "What's wrong?"

"It's Sara," Catherine explained, "She's... I... she's hurt, and we don't know why!"

Lilly raced toward the bed and turned on the lamp on the bedside table so she could get a better look at Sara. "Sweetheart what's wrong?"

"It... it hurts!" Sara cried, as if that explained it all. "It hurts so much! Why does it hurt so much?"

"Where are you hurt, honey?" Lilly asked. "Can I see where you're hurt?"

Catherine watched her mother and Sara's exchange with tears forming in her eyes. Sara acted so tough, but now she looked like a small child with a bad stomach ache. Glancing down at Sara's body Catherine's heart instantly dropped into her gut. "M-Mom..." she stuttered, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth in shock.

"What is it, Catherine?" Lilly asked, momentarily stopping her pleads for Sara to let her see where she was hurt. "What's wrong?"

"...Blood..." Catherine whispered. "There's... there's blood!"

"Where?" Lilly sharply asked, getting into a standing position to move around to Catherine's side of the bed. That was when she saw it, too. A pool of blood dripping onto the bed bleeding through the dark material of the jeans Sara was wearing that day, never slowing, only seeming to flow heavier with each passing second. "Sara, honey, I need you to take your pants off right now," Lilly briskly instructed Sara, her voice hoarse.

"Hurts," Sara replied in a mere whisper, her voice wavering on more tears. "Can't..."

"That's okay sweetheart, let me do it," Lilly assured her. Sitting down in Catherine's place on the bed, Lilly carefully removed Sara's pants from her body. She saw what she was fearing she would see and gasped.

"Mom? Mom, what's--" And then Catherine saw the angry bruises around Sara's bloody thighs and calves and her eyes widened in horror. "Oh my g--... Sara did he touch you?!"

Sara didn't reply. She couldn't. She was slipping in and out of consciousness and it was hard to even blink in her state let alone reply.

"Catherine, call 9-1-1!" Lilly instantly shouted.

TBC