All fundamental information can be found in the first part of this story. A/N: Just a little bit of domesticity the "morning after". ********************************************************************** Part 7 Catherine slowed, but did not stop the movement of her fingers inside Sara. She wanted Sara to come down from her orgasm peacefully, but she was enjoying the feeling of having her fingers wrapped in the warmth and wetness of Sara's core. Catherine once more adjusted her position so that she was now lying on the bed next to Sara. She heard Sara groan in protest. "I'm right here baby," Catherine whispered into Sara's ear. When Sara's breathing began to return to normal, Catherine removed her fingers, but couldn't resist the urge to lick the juices off of her fingers. "Mmmm." After licking her fingers clean she began tracing small circles on Sara's abdomen. Sara began lightly chuckling, and firmly grabbed a hold of Catherine's bothersome hand. "Ah. So you're ticklish, huh?" Catherine questioned as she playfully tried to remove her hand from Sara's now fierce grip. "Um, no?" Sara tried unconvincingly tried to lie. But she still had a death grip on Catherine's hand, so she was pretty sure she was safe from being attacked. At least for right now. "I don't believe you. But I think you'll probably end up breaking my hand if I try anything now, so I'll let you go just this once." Catherine said as she snuggled in closer to Sara's body. "Um Catherine?" Sara asked her tone turning more serious. "Yeah." "Um. Hmm." Sara was having trouble figuring out how to say this. She let out a deep breath and dived right in, "This is usually the part where I scramble back into my clothes and high-tail it out of here. But I really don't want to do that. Can I stay? I mean, at least for a little while?" Sara asked, her voice clearly cracking when asked permission to stay. "Yes, Sara. You can stay. In fact, in case you've forgotten, I owe you breakfast." Catherine's tone was joking, but her words were serious and she made sure to look deep into Sara's eyes while she spoke them. Sara relaxed her grip on Catherine's hand and rolled over so that she was lying on her side facing Catherine. Sara leaned in and kissed Catherine slow and deep making sure that Catherine understood what those words meant to her. "Thank you Catherine. For everything. You're great, you know." Sara had meant to let Catherine know that she was a great friend, but she also meant that she was a great lover. "You know, if you kiss me like that again, I may never let you leave my bed." Catherine told Sara with a smile on her face and a twinkle of renewed lust in her eyes. "Oh really? I may just have to remember that. But, for now what do you say we head into the kitchen and grab some breakfast. I seem to be incredibly hungry right now." Sara returned Catherine's look as she climbed on top of Catherine. But she only stayed there for a second before rolling off and getting out of the bed. "Hey Catherine?" "Yeah lover?" "Where's your bathroom?" Sara questioned. She called me lover. I guess after that, we are lovers. But she said so comfortably like she had been waiting a lifetime to say it in just that way. "Right across the hall." Then as an afterthought, "There should be a robe hanging on the back of the door if you'd rather put that on than get dressed." Sara nodded and walked out of the room. Catherine propped her head up on the bed and watched a nude Sara walk out of her bedroom and into the bathroom. Man, and I thought her ass looked good when she walked around in all those clothes. I definitely prefer it nude. Guess I'd better get moving on that breakfast I promised her. Catherine thought to herself as she got out of bed and grabbed a robe from her closet and headed downstairs. Sara was in the bathroom, her mind reeling over what had happened in just the past few hours. All shift Sara and Catherine had been flirting a little with each other. Then she had kissed Catherine outside that kid's apartment. Which led to more flirting. And now, here she was naked, in Catherine's bathroom, still high on the afterglow of some of the most fantastic sex she had ever had. Hell, THE most fantastic sex she had ever had. And her body was telling her this was just the beginning. That before she even left Catherine's place today, there would be more sex. Her body ached for it. Sara cleaned up, fixed her hair and grabbed the robe from the back of the door. When she headed out of the bathroom, she could see that Catherine had already headed downstairs. Sara cleaned up the bedroom; once a neat freak, always a neat freak. She headed downstairs and joined Catherine in the kitchen. Catherine was digging around in the cabinets for something to make for breakfast when she felt warm hands circle her waist from behind, and soft lips kiss her neck. "Mmm. That feels nice." "So, what's for breakfast?" Sara asked as she moved her lips up to Catherine's ear and gently sucked on the lobe. Catherine shivered from the touch. "Mmm, you?" Catherine replied, leaning back into Sara and holding onto Sara's arms making sure she wasn't about to go anywhere. Sara chuckled into Catherine's ear, the vibrations sending goose bumps all over Catherine's busy. "No, really?" Sara asked. "I'm pretty hungry. Oooh, how about waffles?" Sara asked spotting a box of pancake mix in the cabinets. She leaned back into Catherine's ear and lightly whispered, "With lots of syrup." "Mmm. Syrup. Waffles it is." Catherine let go of Sara's hands and reached in for the mix. Sara gave Catherine's neck one last kiss and let go. "Need any help?" Sara offered. "Nah, go ahead and watch TV or something, I got it covered." Catherine replied, already digging in the cabinets and the refrigerator for everything she would need. "Alright then. Hey, got any orange juice?" "Yeah. Glasses are in the cabinet next to the fridge." "Thanks." Sara replied, already grabbing the OJ out of the fridge. When she had poured herself a glass, she gave Catherine a quick kiss on the cheek and headed to the front door to grab the morning newspaper. Instead of turning on the TV, Sara walked over to Catherine's stereo and put in a CD. She walked back to the bar that separated the kitchen from the dining area, and pulled up stool to the opening tunes of Norah Jones' "Come Away with Me" album. Catherine turned around to comment on the music selection to find Sara at the bar. I could easily get used to this. Sara really looks at home sitting there in my robe and reading the paper with a glass of juice. I bet that's exactly what she does at home. Catherine thought to herself. "No TV?" "Nah. I don't usually watch TV actually. I prefer to listen to good music and read the paper in the mornings. I catch the news before shift to keep up with what's happened during the day, but otherwise I never turn the TV on." Sara said. "That must be nice. Whenever Lindsey is around, the TV is always on. She loves the Cartoon Network. I have a hard time pulling her away from it sometimes." Catherine said as she went about her work in the kitchen. "It's a nice change of pace to just listen to music." The conversation fell silent as Sara returned to reading the paper and Catherine went about making breakfast. Only the sultry, jazzy sounds of Norah Jones filled the house. Sara was pleased that the silence wasn't uncomfortable as it sometimes can be in a situation similar to this. By the time Sara put the paper down, Catherine was finished with breakfast. "Breakfast is served." Catherine said with a flourish, standing by the dining table Sara walked over to the dining table and pulled Catherine close for a quick kiss. "Thank you," she said when they parted. Sara moved to sit and enjoy breakfast, and was surprised to be pulled back into Catherine's arms. Catherine kissed her long and hard and didn't pull away until they were both nearly out of breath. "No, thank you," Catherine told her when she finally let go. As she sat down, Catherine was reminded of the real reason she had invited Sara to breakfast. "You know, I never did ask you what was bothering you so much at work last night. So, what was it?" Sara had begun piling waffles onto her plate, along with some bacon that Catherine had cooked, and replied with a smile, "You're a pretty good CSI, you figured it out all by yourself." Before explaining further, she munched on a piece of bacon and began pouring syrup over the stack of waffles she had put on her plate. "So sexual frustration, then." Catherine said in between bites of her own breakfast. "Actually, it's that and Catherine frustration I think," Sara grinned wildly at her new lover. "Catherine frustration? What exactly is that?" "Three years of built up sexual frustration from lack of incredible sex with Catherine Willows." Sara said giving Catherine that mischievous grin that Catherine was beginning to love. Especially if it came with that twinkle she just saw in Sara's eyes. Sara's admission made Catherine blush just little. "Oh, I see. So it's something like Sara frustration then." Sara, on the other hand, blushed a bright red at the implications of Catherine's admission. "But what was it about last night that distracted you so much?" Catherine returned to the serious side of their conversation. "Honest? It was you. More specifically, it was you in that top you were wearing." Sara turned even redder, and couldn't look at Catherine, instead just staring at the breakfast on her plate. Catherine, however, wasn't letting go. "What about it?" Sara spoke so low, that Catherine could barely hear it. "Well, the top's kind of small. And it accentuates your chest, when you reach high, it exposes your abs, and when you squat on the ground to examine a piece of evidence it rides up in the back, giving me a peek at the skin on your back. It's my favorite shirt to see you in, but combined with the lack of, let's say other, sexual distractions, it kind of just got to me today." "I see. So it's your favorite, huh? I'll need to remember that." Catherine said as she slowly got out of her chair and kneeled at the side of Sara's chair. Sara was still staring at her plate, which was now empty. Catherine tilted Sara's head toward her own and gave Sara a brief kiss. As Catherine kneeled on the floor, she heard the front door open, surprising both her and Sara. Lindsey came rushing into the room. "Mommy!" Lindsey said excitedly. Not far behind Lindsey was Catherine's sister. "Oh!" Catherine's sister gasped as she entered the dining room. ********************************************************************** Don't forget to tell me what you think. Feedback can also be sent to my e-mail, js1n2001@yahoo.com