A/N:This fic contains potentially triggering subject matter including but not limited to: suicidal references, gun violence, sexual trauma, homelessness, drug abuse, depression, homophobia, and cancer. It may contain inaccuracies. No copyright infringement intended. Thanks for reading!

BOOK ONE - PART ONE - CHAPTER EIGHT

"Do you think I'm ugly?" Cat asked self-consciously. Robbie was the only person who had ever seen her down there, and he'd never had anything particularly nice to say. Which made perfect sense, but still.

Sam chuckled. "Cat, you are, hands down, the sexiest woman I've ever been with, okay? You don't need to worry about that."

Cat knew Sam had a tendency to lie a lot, but she was pretty sure she was being honest this time. "Can you take your pants off too?"

Sam bit her lip, hesitating, which surprised Cat. She was about to tell her she didn't have to, but Sam bravely pushed them down to her feet and kicked them off. She wasn't wearing underwear, so she was left fully bare. Sam moved in and started kissing Cat deeply again, grinding their naked bodies together, making them both gasp.

Eventually, Cat grabbed Sam's hips, stopping her from moving, and Sam hissed with desperation. "What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Cat quickly assured her. Then she gave Sam's good shoulder a little nudge. "Can you sit up?"

"Why..?" Sam slowly started to sit up.

"I want to see you," Cat explained. Now that she had a clear view, she decided she definitely liked what she saw. Sam was fully unshaven, from her underarms to her legs to her pubic area. She had an all-natural bush of golden blonde hair down there, and even a bit of light blonde fuzz that trailed up to her navel in a line. She was muscular, but clearly a bit malnourished. Cat was staring intently at the space between her legs. She couldn't see much in this position. "Can you let me see closer?"

Sam looked uncomfortable with that. "Um, actually, I'm not sure I'm—"

"That's okay," Cat interrupted, saving her from having to explain. She was disappointed, but completely understood. "Just—just kiss me."

Sam did—but not on her lips. She started at her neck and worked her way down, stopping to give her breasts adequate attention before continuing down her stomach. The dizzying smell got stronger as she moved closer to her destination.

Cat was squirming desperately, holding her breath. Sam parted Cat's thighs so she could settle between them, and then Cat unexpectedly exclaimed, "Wait!"

Startled, Sam backed off immediately. "What? What's wrong?"

"Are you…" Cat could feel herself blushing, "Are you, gonna, like… use your mouth on me?"

Sam chuckled, calming down slightly. "Well, I'd like to. Would that be okay?"

Cat wanted it—badly—but she tried not to seem too eager. She nodded. "Okay. Just please don't be rough."

"Here." Sam took Cat's hand and intertwined their fingers. "I'm gonna hold your hand, and if at any point it's too much or you want me to slow down or whatever, just squeeze it and I'll stop. Sound good?"

"'Kay 'kay." Cat was still nervous, but she trusted Sam. She wasn't sure she'd ever wanted anything this much in her life. She parted her thighs a little wider to give her more room, surrendering total control and feeling safe anyway. "I'm ready."

"Mmmmfuck," Sam breathed, kissing her way up the inside of Cat's right thigh, then down her left one. Then she moved in closer and began pressing soft, wet kisses between her legs, carefully avoiding her clit. Eventually, she flattened her tongue and slowly licked up the middle. She was already addicted. Cat was the sweetest woman Sam had ever tasted, which didn't really surprise her at all.

Cat was squirming, silently begging Sam to touch her where she needed it most. Then a jolt of clarity hit her, and she realized what was actually happening right now. "Oh, my God." She was having sex. It truly felt like it was the first time. Being with Robbie couldn't even compare.

Sam continued the relaxed, lazy strokes of her tongue, not stopping before mumbling, "Y'okay?"

"Mm-hmm." Cat was lifting and twisting her hips, seeking pressure. The tension down there was nearly unbearable—she could feel herself throbbing. "Sam…"

"Mmmm?" Sam glanced up at her with a poorly disguised smirk, but didn't stop teasing her.

Cat whined a bit more loudly. "Fuck—Sam—please..!"

Sam traced the tip of her tongue in a wide circle around her clit and felt her throb. "Tell me what you want, Cat."

Cat whimpered. Her free hand shot to the back of Sam's head, and she attempted to force her down. "I need you," she told her. She felt like she was about to explode. "Sam, please! I need you! I'll do whatever you want; I—"

Finally, that was enough to convince Sam—she dipped down and closed her mouth over Cat's clit. She wrapped her lips around it and gave it a gentle suck, then circled her tongue around several times.

Cat moaned loudly, without regard to who might be listening. "Oh my God, don't stop…"

Sam was entirely unashamed. She doubled down her efforts on her clit, expertly licking and sucking. Every several seconds, she would move away, kissing elsewhere until Cat begged her for more.

It wasn't five minutes before Cat's body was trembling. She'd reached down with her free hand, tangling her fingers in Sam's hair. Her thighs were spread wide and her hips were bucking. She was moaning loudly, but she wasn't consciously aware of anything she was saying. Before long, the tight, tingly feeling in her lower stomach made its appearance, and the pressure was building. She had only reached orgasm two separate times in her life, and the most recent one had been years ago, but she recognized it immediately for what it was.

Sam could tell she was close. She kept up her actions for several more seconds, building up speed until Cat was just about to lose it. Then she stopped abruptly and pulled away.

"What—no!" Cat gave out a choked sob and attempted to push Sam's head back down. "No, no, no—damn it, Sam!"

Sam chuckled. "What's 'a matter?"

Cat scoffed. She was flushed with exertion. "I was almost gonna… you know," she explained, flicking her eyes down suggestively. As usual, she was entirely oblivious to the fact that Sam was just teasing her.

Sam couldn't handle how cute Cat was sometimes. "Oh, man, you were? My bad; my tongue needed a break."

Cat looked at her incredulously. "Well, can it take a break after I finish, please?"

Sam hid her smile as she dipped back down to taste Cat again. "Better?" She moaned against her, licking her repeatedly with a flattened tongue.

Cat shuddered with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Within less than a minute, she was trembling again. She was right on the edge, but needed that last little bit to send her over. She almost considered asking Sam to use her fingers too, but she looked down and saw that Sam's free hand was currently down between her own legs, circling rapidly. Sam had told Cat earlier that the only way she received pleasure during sex was by masturbating, and she wanted her to feel good too, so she didn't ask. This was more than enough, anyway. She was shaking and holding her breath and she just about slipped over the edge…

Before Sam stopped suddenly again.

"Sam!" Cat screamed and shoved her good shoulder.

Sam laughed, pretending to be oblivious. "What?"

"You—you—" Cat struggled for words, "You know what you're doing! You're messing with me and it's not fair!"

Sam smiled and looked into her eyes daringly. "Okay. Tell me what you want me to do, then."

Cat scoffed. "You know what I want you to do!"

"Do I?" Sam asked playfully. "I'm not totally sure. You should probably tell me, just in case."

Cat bit her lip and mumbled something inaudible.

"What's that?" Sam asked, enjoying this perhaps a bit too much.

Cat sighed sharply. Her eyes locked onto Sam's. "I said… I want you to make me come."

"Hmmm, well, I guess I can do that," Sam replied. Without wasting a second, she moved back in and started lapping up her wetness again. Then she returned to her clit and swirled her tongue around repeatedly.

Pleasure spread throughout Cat's body, out to each one of her limbs, and then settled heavily in her center. She could hear herself moaning, but it sounded far away. The surrounding room disappeared, and all that remained in the world were the two of them. It was a feeling she'd never felt before. Cat's stomach was tightening—it hadn't even taken her a minute to get there this time. She gasped and put her hand on the back of Sam's head, holding her there in case she tried to move away again. Hoping to make herself very, very clear this time, she gasped, "Sam, I'm close; please don't stop!"

Sam didn't stop. She continued until Cat's hips were bucking up at her. The hand between her own legs sped up, and she moaned deeply while she worked.

Finally, Cat lost herself. Her back arched, her eyes slammed shut, her mouth dropped open, and for several lingering moments, she wasn't on earth anymore. Her muscles clenched and released in rapid contractions as a scream tore from her throat loud enough to wake the neighbors. Still, Sam didn't let up, expertly using her tongue to clean up the sudden rhythmic rushes of wetness that Cat gave out before finally coming back down. Once she collapsed on her back, nearly gasping for breath, Sam drew herself away, licking her lips and concealing a smile.

Cat released Sam's hand. "Oh, my God. Is it always s'pposed to feel that good?"

"When you're with me?" Sam smirked confidently, "Yeah." Then she leaned down and gave Cat another unexpected lick.