Title: King Kong on Cocaine Author: Amy aka Lady Julieanne Pairing: C/S Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 Disclaimer: I don't own them no matter how much I wish I did. Summary: Catherine's POV during my story Bad Thoughts. ********************************************************************** Part 3 I am hers. I don't know if she knows it yet, but with that release, every part of me became hers. Body and soul. She has every ounce of love one person can give. We relax into each other after our lovemaking. I discover she's ticklish. I like that. We fall into a silence and then she tells me that this is when she usually leaves. I can't let her do that. If she does, I know she'll think this was just some sort of fling. That I don't really want her. If she leaves, I might think it was a fling. I can't handle that. I need to know that it's not. Having fantastic sex is not all that I want. I want to know her. In every possible way. We kind of lost ourselves in our lust and skipped all parts before sex. The parts where we learn more about each other. The parts that involve dates. I still want these. She says she doesn't want to go. Being with her is like riding a rollercoaster. Highs and lows. She's all nervous when she tells me she usually leaves now and so many thoughts run through my head. Before I say anything she tells me that she wants to stay. I am elated. I want nothing more than for her to never leave my side. It's probably too much for her to handle right away, so I just remind her that I owe her breakfast. Just so she doesn't think she has to leave right after that, I make sure that I look deep into her eyes as I speak with her. She's going to stay. She's glad that I don't want her to leave. I see it in her eyes. She grabs me and pulls me into a kiss. The kiss ignites the fire within in me once again. She may not leave the bed. Forget breakfast. Sara will be my sustenance, she will keep me going. She pulls away and I tell her my thoughts. She might not leave my bed. But she laughs and tells me that she is hungry. Something has worked up her appetite. She calls my name as she leaves my bed. I call her lover. I wanted to call her `love' but figured it was still too soon. But now we are lovers so that will have to do. She asks where the bathroom is. I forgot that she had never really been here before. We skipped a lot of things to get where we are now. I point to a room across the hall and she disappears inside. I grab a robe from my closet and head downstairs. I cannot remember what food we have that Sara might eat. I must be a little spacey this morning because I don't even hear her come up behind me. She asks for waffles. I cannot deny her. I will never deny her anything. She gets some juice from the fridge, grabs the morning paper and puts a CD in the CD player. I learn more about her. The CD was Norah Jones. It's a mix of popular music and a bluesy/jazz kind of music. It's one of my favorite new CDs. There's something ethereal about the music. It's soulful and sweet, but with just enough pop to get it radio play on a mainstream station. She seems to like the same kind of music that I do. I learn that she doesn't watch TV. Mostly only the news. We fall into comfortable silence. She drinks her juice and reads the paper while I prepare breakfast. We sit down to eat and I learn that she has begun to eat meat again. She doesn't eat much, but she has a couple slices of bacon with her waffles. I ask her, as I had originally intended, what was bothering her so much at work. I am only mildly surprised to learn it was me. She calls it `Catherine frustration'. I apparently inspire lusty feelings in her and sometimes it just drives her to distraction. I like that. Three years without incredible sex with me. She said that too. I have to admit, if I knew the sex would be that good, I would not have wasted anytime in getting to know her better. But, I think that maybe the all the time we wanted each other and did not have each other helped. She distracts me too. With her smirk and the way her hair falls in front of her face when she's trying to hide something. I always wanted to reach out and brush that hair out of her face. I could then look into her eyes clearly and see what was bothering her. That, of course, would give me the opportunity to make everything better. Ah, but now I can make everything better. Something really distracted her last night, and I still want to know what it was. I ask. Oh. I had no idea that something as simple as my shirt could drive her nuts. I need to remember to wear that top more often. She says it rides up and she can see patches of my skin. Huh. I always thought I had my top tucked n at all times. But, then again, when I get to work, I sometimes don't notice my own appearance. Oh well, I'm glad now that I didn't notice. I was going to make my move now, after her admission. I go over to her and am almost prepared to lean in and kiss her when I hear the door open and suddenly Lindsey and Nancy are in the room with us. Oh, what a surprise that was. Lindsey was supposed to be on her way to school. She forgot her math book. I'll have to remember to check her bag before she leaves to spend the night with Nancy from now on. I can tell that Sara is extremely embarrassed about being caught. I haven't told her yet that my family knows about my lifestyle. Nancy can barely stop ogling Sara, and she wanders into the kitchen so as to not get caught. Lindsey comes back downstairs and wants to know if we can have ice cream after school. I know it's a bad idea to eat dessert before dinner, but I am a sucker for my daughter. Apparently so is Sara. Lindsey wants her to come too. I see the uncertainty in her eyes. She doesn't know if she should go. She feels like she would be intruding. She tells Lindsey that it's up to me. I agree. I want her to know my family. I want her to be a part of it. I can tell Lindsey likes her already when she Sara gets a hug from her before she leaves for school. Nancy, who continues to smirk at me, knowing full well what she interrupted this morning, and tells me that she will be back soon for details. Oh great. Once the house is ours again, I see that Sara is a little shocked at the way Lindsey had accepted her being there so easily. I know that I will have to explain Lindsey to Sara someday, but I really don't want to do it right now. After all, we were interrupted. Sara tells me that she has fallen for Lindsey too. Says she is just like her mother, and with the same smile. She likes my smile. In return for her compliment I give her a big smile. I begin to clean up our breakfast and Sara stops me. She wants to clean up. I can't remember the last time someone offered to do the dishes for me. I'm not about to pass up the offer. I head off to the shower, and leave Sara to the work. One of the small things in life that I absolutely love is a good hot shower. The hot water and steam relaxes me. I have an array of expensive moisturizers and other assorted body products that just plain make me feel good. I take my time in the shower, knowing that Sara is comfortable enough that she will not just gather her clothes and run off, like she says she usually does. I step out of the shower to dry off and suddenly there she is. She steps out of the robe I lent her, telling me she doesn't need it anymore. Guess she wasn't as comfortable as I had thought. Seems like she's going to leave. I feel awkward standing before her naked, knowing that she will be leaving. And there she is, cool as ever standing naked in my bathroom. She has no idea what she does to me. And now she's leaving. Ah well, fuel for the fantasies I guess. I remind her to come back so that we can get ice cream with Lindsey. Then she's telling me she's not leaving. Yes! She walks over to me and takes my towel so that she can dry me off. We kiss. I can't be this close to her and not kiss her. It's a thought that dominates my brain every time she's near. And now that I know that my kisses are welcome, I know that I will have a hard time not kissing her every time I see her. Something has changed. She still has the towel in her hand, but she is no longer trying to dry my skin. Her hands have changed their intent. She is now touching and massaging me through the towel. Groping might be a more accurate term, but it seems so crude. She doesn't just grope. She touches me in ways that make body melt in desire. I don't even realize that she's doing it but she has lifted me off the ground. She lifts me easily, but I still can't believe she has picked me up. I never knew she was this strong. She tells me we're going to the bedroom where she can have her way with me. All I can do is hold on tight. ********************************************************************** Feedback has become an essential part of my life. Please help me continue my existence and send me feedback. Use my email if you want js1n2001@yahoo.com