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 TWO - PART TWO - CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
Sam finished her eighth and final chicken wing, then sat back contentedly on the couch. Cat was by her side, the lights were off, and the movie was playing on the massive TV in front of them. The rest of their friends were spread out across the other couches. "That was really good," Sam quietly remarked.
Cat looked at her and giggled. She grabbed a stack of napkins and wiped the sauce off of Sam's face. "Maybe you should go clean up," she suggested. Her hands were a mess.
Sam eyed the one remaining slice of pizza on Cat's plate. "Are you gonna finish that?"
Cat was surprised. She had been planning on finishing it, but she was so happy that Sam had an appetite that she didn't mind sharing. She handed her the plate. "You can have it."
Sam finished off the pizza in only a few bites. "Can I have more?"
"Maybe you should wait a few minutes," Cat quietly suggested. "You don't want to make yourself sick."
Sam gulped down her entire glass of root beer, then grabbed Cat's without asking and finished it, too. Then she belched loudly during a very inappropriate time in the movie, and everyone laughed.
Cat nudged her, then leaned in close to her and whispered, "I'm really glad you're feeling better. You haven't eaten this much in days."
"It's the weed," Sam admitted, "I didn't realize how much it would help my appetite." She finally understood the effectiveness of medical marijuana—which, as a cancer patient, she would undoubtedly qualify for. She put the thought away for later.
"Really? That's why you're able to eat?" Cat hadn't expected that. Other than the redness of her eyes and a slight skunky smell on her clothes, Sam seemed otherwise the same as always. She had expected a 'high' to be very different—and she was suddenly extremely grateful to Jade.
"It really helps. I feel so much better," Sam told her. "I'm gonna go clean up." She pecked Cat on the cheek, then stood up and left the room.
Cat's cheek burned a little where Sam's lips had touched her. She just giggled to herself and wiped the hot sauce off. Sam returned a couple of minutes later, looking much less messy. She flopped down on the couch next to Cat and threw an arm around her shoulders. Cat scooted closer to her. She had been focused on the movie and didn't at all expect Sam to lean over and kiss the side of her neck after a short while. The first one made Cat freeze in place. The second one made her breath catch. "What are you doing?" she whispered to her.
"Have I ever told you how sexy I think you are?" Sam murmured in her ear.
"Yes," Cat answered with a quiet chuckle. "Why?"
"Just making sure." Sam nipped at her neck again.
Cat's hand had been resting innocently on top of Sam's thigh. Now she was clawing at her, digging her nails in. "Oh, my God. Sam, you can't just—there's, like, people here; stop it."
Sam smiled widely. "What's wrong? Getting excited?"
"Shhh!" Cat quickly looked around the room. Robbie and Bryson were sharing the couch with them, but there were two cushions in between them. Thankfully, nobody seemed to be paying attention to them. "I'm serious. We can't do this here."
Sam just looked at her. She was giving her the same look she often gave her when they were in bed together, and it made Cat blush.
"What?" Cat finally asked when she couldn't take it anymore.
Sam was determined. She reached over and grabbed a blanket off the arm of the couch, then spread it out over them. Cat was confused—it was plenty warm in here, but she didn't protest. They sat pressed together and continued to watch the movie. At first, Sam's hand was resting on top of Cat's knee underneath the blanket. Then she very slowly inched it up her thigh.
Cat looked at her incredulously, but didn't move away.
Sam smirked at her. Then she continued to face forward and slipped her hand up underneath Cat's skirt.
"Sam!" Cat whispered in disbelief.
"Shhh…" Sam cupped her over her panties, and, keeping her eyes locked on the screen, gave her a little rub through them.
Cat inhaled sharply, drawing the attention of a few of their friends. She disguised it by turning it into a coughing fit, then cleared her throat and quietly said, "Sorry." It seemed to work, as everyone immediately went back to watching the movie.
Sam turned her head and whispered against the side of Cat's neck, "You have to be quiet."
Cat just swallowed hard and didn't respond. Sam circled her fingertips around her clit through her underwear, and Cat had to bite her tongue to keep from making noise. Sam continued to move slowly, and Cat forced herself not to spread her legs and rock her hips against her hand, like she really, really wanted to do. She could feel herself getting wetter—it wasn't long before she'd soaked through the crotch of her panties. Once Sam pulled them aside and rubbed her directly, she couldn't focus on the movie anymore. She had to hold her breath. She didn't care who was there—all she wanted was Sam's mouth down there. She looked down and saw Sam's other hand just barely moving underneath the blanket between her own legs, and felt herself throb with arousal. She leaned in close to her and very quietly whispered, "Are you touching yourself?"
"Yeah." Sam took a deep breath in and then let it out shakily. Her pupils were blown wide.
Cat snapped. She moved in and captured Sam's lips passionately, very quickly introducing her tongue into her mouth. It took only a few seconds for the entire group to notice.
"Hey, are you guys making out over there?" Robbie teased, chuckling.
Jade looked over from the adjacent couch and arched a studded eyebrow at them. "Sam, where's your right hand?" She glanced down at the blanket suspiciously.
Both Sam and Cat blushed deeply and Sam yanked her hand away. "Nowhere."
"Ugh, seriously? Not cool, you guys," Bryson groaned, dramatically scooting further away from them.
"Cat!" Robbie scoffed in disbelief.
"I'm sorry!" Cat responded defensively. "Sam started it. It's not my fault."
"That's it. Sam and Cat lose blanket privileges," Jade stated, pulling it off of them and flinging it away. "'Til you learn how to keep your hands to yourself."
"Okay, can we please just watch the movie?" Tori asked uncomfortably.
"Good idea," Cat answered. She was still blushing. She and Sam sat innocently side by side for the rest of the movie. It was very long—over three hours. It was almost midnight by the time it was finally done. The credits rolled, and someone flipped the lights on. They all yawned and stretched.
"Alright, I gotta get going, you guys," Tori spoke up.
"Me too. Let's meet up at seven-thirty to drop the EP. Sound good?" Jade asked everyone.
Bryson groaned, but agreed, "Yeah, that works. Goodnight, you guys."
Tori and Jade went home, Robbie and Bryson left the room, and Sam and Cat were left standing alone together by the couch. Sam had mostly come down, but was still feeling very at ease. Cat turned to face her to find her looking at her intensely. "Hey. Is something wrong?"
"Yeah," Sam answered, breathless, "You're wearing way too many clothes."
Cat giggled. She grabbed the front of her shirt, pulled her in close, and kissed her fully on the lips. Then she took her arm and tugged her towards the hallway. "Come on."
"I want you to ride my face," Sam told her—she had been looking forward to it all day and didn't want to waste time with much of a workup. "Is that okay?"
"Mmmm, I'll ride whatever you want me to, Momma," Cat murmured playfully.
There was a strangled sound of shock behind them—Robbie happened to be walking by. "Whoa. Sorry," he stammered, hurrying to the next room.
Sam bit her lip. She was actually more amused than embarrassed. "Shit. That was awkward. I thought he went upstairs."
Cat was too aroused to care. She touched herself through her skirt. "Whatever; can we please just go?"
Sam chuckled. "Eager, are we?" she asked, nudging Cat's hand away and letting hers take its place.
"Oh, my God." Cat rocked her hips forward. "Sam, I need you, now, or I'm gonna explode." She reconsidered that as they arrived at the bedroom. "I might explode anyways, actually. Go lay down."
Sam grabbed her and kissed her deeply instead. The two of them made their way blindly to the bed, shedding clothes along the way. Then Sam laid down carefully with Cat on top of her, and they made out as their hands roamed over each other's bodies. When Cat couldn't wait any longer, she lifted herself up and straddled Sam's face. Sam grabbed her hips, pulled her down, and attacked her with her tongue. Cat gasped with excitement—she'd really needed this.