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 TWO - CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Sam was really starting to wonder if this was all just a crazy, mixed-up dream. She was half expecting to wake up on the sidewalk tomorrow, cold, aching, and hungover. But that didn't matter right now—she wanted to enjoy her time with Cat while it lasted. "Fuck, I want you so bad…"

"You can have me. Please, just touch me; I need you," Cat nearly begged. The gravy did nothing for her sexually, but it didn't turn her off. It was arousing to see how much it turned Sam on. And it was kind of sexy to do it on her motorcycle.

"Where do you want me to touch you?" Sam breathed, smiling playfully. Making Cat talk dirty was sexy as hell.

Cat hadn't been expecting that. She knew what Sam wanted her to say, but could she actually say it? "You know where, Momma. Please don't make me say it."

"No, I'm really not sure. You should tell me," Sam replied, smirking now.

Cat huffed out an annoyed breath. "I want… I want you to…" she mumbled the rest indiscernibly.

"Hmmm?"

"Touch my pussy, Momma," Cat forced out with desperation, squirming. "Please."

Sam slid her hand down. Her fingers slipped between Cat's folds, and so did the gravy. It was cold now, very slimy, and stung a little.

Cat played it off well to Sam, tipping her head back and exaggeratedly moaning, "Oh, yes…"

Sam's fingertips circled her clit. "Are you actually gonna be able to come from this?" she asked her. While she appreciated the enthusiasm, she knew Cat's reactions were more for her, and not the result of what she was actually doing.

It would be difficult, but Cat would never even consider faking it. "That depends," she replied confidently, "Are you gonna be able to make me come?"

Sam gave out a low growl and latched onto her neck. "Fuck, yes." Her fingers moved slowly down below, while her other hand was circling rapidly inside her own boxers.

Cat moaned softly and rocked her hips forward into Sam's hand, and then Sam leaned down and kissed her. Cat's chin was covered with gravy in the process, but neither of them really noticed. With a sudden burst of courage, Cat playfully murmured, "Mmmm, do you like that, Momma? Do you like getting me all messy and having your way with me?"

"Oh, God, Cat…" Sam was flushed and breathing heavily now. Both of her hands sped up. Without stopping, she asked, "Is it okay if I put my fingers inside?"

Cat's eyes went wide—that was where she had to draw the line. She had a feeling it was probably unhealthy to get gravy in there. "Can you maybe just stick to the outside?" she asked shyly. "It's just—the gravy, and…"

"That's okay. I'll make it work," Sam stated confidently. "Does it feel good?"

"Mm-hmm." Cat pulled her down. "Kiss me."

Sam did. For the next several minutes, they made out deeply as Sam touched them both, grinding the front of her body against Cat's. Eventually, Sam's hips started jerking, and she struggled to stay focused on the kiss. Still, she held off, and they continued until Cat was trembling. "Are you close?" Sam whispered, licking the gravy from her shoulder and then biting her there.

"Uh-huh." Cat was clutching the outsides of Sam's arms. Sam was almost as good with her fingers as she was with her tongue. "Don't stop, I'm almost…" Cat's lower stomach was tightening. Once she was right on the edge, she gasped out, "Oh, God, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come—Momma, can I come?"

"Come for me, Cat," Sam whispered with a smirk. "Show me how fucking dirty you are."

"Oh, fuck!" Cat screamed as the feeling ripped through her body. She reached down with both hands and grabbed the wrist of the hand buried between her legs. She held Sam there and ground against her until she was entirely spent. Then she opened her eyes just in time to see Sam shudder with pleasure too, coming hard and going red with the force of it. It was almost sexy enough to set Cat off all over again. After several lingering seconds, she collapsed on top of her, and they laid there, stuck together with gravy, catching their breath.

They finished coming down after a couple of minutes, but still hadn't moved from their position. Then, suddenly, Sam began quietly chuckling.

Cat allowed a giggle to slip out. Before long, they were both belly laughing.

Sam lifted herself up and looked down. "Fuck. I can't believe that just happened."

"You have a gravy beard," Cat pointed out.

Sam smiled sheepishly. "Okay, we should probably go wash this off before it starts to dry," she told her. Then she dismounted her motorcycle and pulled Cat up. "Um… how are we supposed to make it to the shower?" She slipped her ruined boxers down and stepped out of them.

Cat hadn't really considered that before. "Well, we can't track gravy all over the house. We'll have to rinse off outside with the hose," she decided. "It's in the backyard, but no one should be around to see us in the dark. Come on." She led Sam to the side door of the garage and stepped out by the side of the house. From there, they made their way to the backyard, where a long hose was coiled up. Sam reached out and twisted the knob to turn it on. "Okay, I'll do you first. Stand up straight and put your arms out."

Cat did as she was told, giving a little squeak of discomfort when the cold water first hit her, and she stood barefoot in the grass as Sam rinsed all the gravy off her body. Then she returned the gesture until Sam was entirely clean, although Sam cleaned the area between her legs on her own. Then they abandoned the hose and returned to the garage, where they wrapped themselves in clean towels. They were both shivering. "Let's go take a shower, and then we can clean all this stuff up," Cat suggested.

"Can we shower together?" Sam asked hopefully.

Cat considered it. "Okay, but we're going to my shower. It's bigger. Come on." She took her hand and led her to the door, where they both stepped into the house. No one seemed to be around, which was relieving. Cat led Sam up the stairs and down the hallway, into a large bedroom.

Robbie was there. His eyebrows shot up when he saw them both dripping wet and dressed in only towels. "Oh, jeez." He blocked his vision with his hand. "What are you guys doing? Why are you all wet?"

"We're going to the shower," was all Cat replied, making her way there with Sam.

"I… see. Well, in that case, I'm just gonna hang out downstairs for a little while," Robbie stammered awkwardly, turning away. "You guys, um… enjoy yourselves."

"Oh, we will," Cat giggled. "C'mon, Sam." She led her to the en-suite bathroom. The shower was very large, with clear glass walls and two adjacent showerheads.

Cat shut the bathroom door, then dropped her towel and stepped into the shower.

Sam did the same. She wasn't sure she'd ever been in a shower this nice before.

Cat cranked on the water for both showerheads, and the two of them stepped under the warm spray. For a while, they didn't talk much—Cat shared her soap, shampoo, and conditioner. They took turns lathering each other up and then rinsing it all off.

By the time they were entirely clean, they could barely control themselves. Cat reached to crank the water off, but before she made it there, Sam latched onto her lips and started kissing her deeply, making her stumble. She led her to lean back against the shower wall, then moved to her neck, pressing the fronts of their bodies together. Sam wasted no time kissing her way down, briefly stopping at Cat's breasts before continuing to the area between her legs. There was no teasing this time—once she was on her knees, she went straight in and gave her a lick.