:: Well, well... long time no read, eh? A really long time. I just didn't find the right words to continue this story. Muses weren't really on my side... girls. Always the same. BUT now I kinda have them on my side. Somehow. We'll see how far it leads me. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this and remember to leave some comments or even ideas. Might actually help me with this. ;) ::

Sara's POV

I am totally unbalanced. I am not myself. I don't know what to do.

Not that the last part would be anything new to me but it has just reached a level that I can't take anymore. Totally and utterly unbearable.

I want to unwind. No, that's not quite the truth. I NEED to unwind. That's for sure.

So I decided that it would be a good idea to call Max finally. She seemed really fun. And that's just what I need right now. Fun.

At the end of tonight's shift I am the first to practically storm into the locker room, to change and search for that matchbox with her number on it. I am still searching through my locker when I hear someone taking a seat behind on the locker room bench.

I consider turning around to look who it is.

"Could it be... that maybe you are looking for this?"

Slowly I pull my head out of my locker and turn so I can take a look at her, sitting on the bench behind me grinning smugly, holding the matchbox between two fingers.

Sighing I close my locker and turn so I can lean against it.

"Yes? No?", she asks crossing her legs. "Maybe?"

I cock my head and keep on looking at her knowing that she is waiting for an answer.

"Planing on getting laid tonight, Sidle?", she asks without breaking eye contact.

I know she wants an answer. Wants me desperately to play along her little game. But I just look at her and grin.

Impatience getting the best of her she decides to stand up and step into my personal space. I am still not moving nor saying anything. I won't give in.

She places her left hand flat onto the locker next to my head. "Do you wanna fuck her...", she starts again and traces my face with the corner of the matchbox "Or do you want her going down on you, huh?" she whispers her question against my face. Letting her hot breath tingle my skin.

"Or do you guys already want to do the give and take?", she asks once again only this time she pushes her hips into mine.

I can't help but whimper at that. I mean who could be possibly so resistant enough to not enjoy someone rolling their hips into yours. Especially if that someone is Catherine fucking Willows.

She chuckles into my ear dropping the matchbox and placing her now free hand on my shoulder.

"You don't need her to unwind.", she whispers into my ear letting her hand slide between my breasts. "You know how very capable I am with helping you with that." With that she cups me through my jeans.

I am still not moving or saying anything to this. It feels good having her touching me and even if I wouldn't say that out loud I won't be telling her to stop either. Although I really should.

"I can have you moaning my name within seconds, Sidle.", she states starting to set her hand into motion. Still getting no answer she obviously thinks that she needs to prove her point. So she starts fiddling with my belt buckle. Having it open she starts with the buttons of my jeans. Popping them open hastily.

Well, seems like someone's getting impatient.

I really don't know what to do. I mean if I am honest, really honest with myself, I only want her. BUT, and yes there's a big BUT, I am just way too proud and too stubborn to actually admit that. To her that is.

So the question now is: should I stop her? Should I let her continue and then just go. Might be the best solution. I let her have her way with me and then take the matchbox. Not necessarily to call Max afterwards but to make a statement. But what statement would that be?

It would definitely hurt her. Do I want to hurt her?

What do I want?

And suddenly Catherine's fingers on my hot center pull me out of my inner rant.

"Oh, if I didn't know better I might say you'd be enjoying this...", she purrs into my ear.

Damn her smugness. Somehow I need to get her back. I need to come up with something. Otherwise she totally wins this round. Not good for my ego. Not. Good.

"Well, maybe I got a little worked up thinking of Max.", I manage to bring out when her hand starts to work its wonders on me.

And as soon as it has started it ends. She pulls away a little to be able to look into my eyes.

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

"What?", I ask all innocent.

With her hand still in my pants she chuckles lightly and all of the sudden pushes two fingers inside me. I can't help but whimper at that. Feeling my eyes closing slowly under the pleasure she is giving me right now. That came totally unexpected.

"Well, well... despite popular believe, babe, I do have to tell you that I do know you... ", she says proving her point but curling her pumping fingers just a little, "Very good indeed."

She's good. God, I hate to admit it... but she's so good.

"Don't you dare to think that I don't know that you are fighting with yourself right now... You want me just as much as I want you. Maybe even more considering your current state."

"Ugh...", is all I can come up with right now.

"That pretty much answers all of my questions...", she whispers against my ear while concentrating on fucking me senseless.

Damn her. Only one way left to turn the tables to be able to win this.

So I do just this. I turn the tables.

In one swift move I pull her hand out of my pants and pin her against the lockers. I might add that I am even more frustrated then I have been before because I didn't let her finish but this is for a cause.

Me not losing this.

For a moment she looks shocked. But that look is soon replaced by that damn smug grin. She still thinks she's got the upper hand here. But I will show her who really is having the upper hand.

Thank god, she's been to court today and is wearing one of her skirts.

I push her skirt over her hips. An action I have fantasized a lot about today and just when she is about to say another smart ass phrase I pick her up so that she, almost instinctively, wraps her longs sexy legs around my waist.

Silenced for now.

I look at her for a moment. She's about to lose. Being sure of that I begin to grin smugly myself.

Without taking my eyes from hers I stark to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her eyes are fixed on my hands. Watching every button pop open. I bet her mouth is getting dryer with each button. And my suspicion is confirmed when her tongue darts out to wet her dry lips.

When the last button is opened I let my flat hand slide between her beautiful breasts. Down her stomach. Letting it reach its final destination between her legs.

"Oh, god...", she moans into my shoulder.

Deciding while cupping her through her thong that I need to give her breasts some attention I push even further into her supporting her now fully on my hips. My free hand comes up to push her bra up and massages her left breast roughly.

Her hips, having somehow a life of their own, start to slowly grind into my hand to give her some of that lovely friction.

I bend down to kiss her neck, making sure that I leave a mark there. She will remember this. If she wants to or not.

Getting a little impatient myself I slip my hand past the barrier of her thong and let just one finger slide between her soaked and hot folds making sure I don't put too much pressure on her clit.

"Sar...", she half whispers half moans against my ear. Sending shivers down my spine. God, why must she be so damn fucking sexy.

I continue this while alternating between kissing and biting her shoulder while my other hand is still playing with her breast.

I want her to beg for it. To actually beg for it.

"Please... Sar... Please... God.", she moans while trying to push her hips further into the touch.

"Please what?", I hiss into her ear.

"I...", she starts but needs to stop and digs her nails into my shoulders when I add a little more pressure. "I... I need... you. Now."

Being sure that I almost have her I continue. "Need me to do what?"

She lets the back of her head fall against the lockers behind her letting out a strangled moan before taking my head between her hands and kissing me hungrily.

When she pulls back she looks me into the eyes. And for a moment, I swear, everything stops. There's just me and her. Just me and her. That's all there is and when she says "I need you inside me... I... need you to... fuck me." I am feeling almost dizzy with pure... I don't know... need, I guess. It's just so overwhelming that I feel the need to kiss her.

So I do.

And while I do I push three fingers hard and deep into her. Filling her. Making her mine. Over and over again. With every thrust.

"God, yes... Sar...", she moans against my lips.

Her hips now match my thrusts and I can feel her being close.

I take a look at her. Her hair messed up. Her lips swollen from kissing me. A hickey on her neck forming. An already noticeable bite mark on her shoulder. Her chest heaving. Flushed.

She's beautiful. Absolutely and utterly beautiful.

And though I might regret it afterwards, this is not about us. We are not together. She came here, basically asking for a fight. I need to win this. I have to. There's no other way.

So I still my hand and let her slowly drop onto her feet again. She looks at me anticipatingly. As if the was something to still come. How wrong she is.

I take a step back. Button my pants back up. Buckling the belt again.

I just stand there for a moment. She hasn't moved yet. Still standing there, breathing hard. Her blouse hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her skirt still pushed up her hips.

Good. Very good.

I begin to smile and take a step forward back into her personal space again. She's about to lean in to kiss me when I move so that my mouth is right next to her ear.

"You want this by far more than me... babe.", I whisper into her ear.

With that I am out the room: But not before picking up the matchbox.

I won.

So... what do you guys think? Sara's just plain evil, huh? Oh, yes she is. But she is going to have to expect consequences. Oh, yes...