Title: King Kong on Cocaine Author: Amy aka Lady Julieanne Rating: Varies from PG-13 to NC-17, maybe R for use of language, but if you're old enough for the NC-17 then you're old enough to read the rest of it. Pairing: C/S, I don't write any other Disclaimer: We all know that I don't own them. The story is mine though. Summary: Catherine's POV during my story Bad Thoughts. It's all good fun. A/N: Though I'm not feeling the love from you guys on this one, tough. I will post my story anyway. Besides, it's halfway done anyway. Might as well read it to the end. ********************************************************************** Sara is a lot stronger than I would have thought. She had no problem carrying me from the bathroom straight to the bed. I love seeing this side of her. She has a look in her eyes that says she wants to conquer me. And I am more than willing to let her. She takes her time and I sense what she needs. This is for her. She wants this to be all about my pleasure. I am not sure how long I will last, not being able to toss her on her back and make her scream for me. But I will try. I see that she needs this. She is not going to make this easy. She starts slow and steady. With one kiss. Our mouths meshing and our breath mingling. With her naked on top of me and her kissing me like that, I am already wanting to have her. I want her more than I even want my own release. The things she does to me, my god. Her kisses are like torture. She uses her kisses to excite me to a point that I am nearly thrashing on the bed begging her for more. I want more than her kisses. I want her hands and her tongue. I want every part of her. But she continues to kiss. And kiss and kiss. She knows I want more. She only gives a little. She caresses as she kisses my skin. It is still not enough. She moves so she is now in-between my legs. Yes, that's it! But she continues to plant kisses on my abdomen. She runs her hands up and down me legs. She stops just as they get close to my need and then retreat back down my leg. I scream aloud as her kisses get closer and closer to my wetness. Closer to where I need them to be. I can't take this anymore. I openly beg for her to relieve my need. I thrust my hips toward her face, hoping that she will get the hint. And she does not. She just kisses my flesh just above my opening and chuckles. The sensation is overwhelming, the vibrations of her chuckle send shivers throughout my entire body and I thrust once again. She twirls her fingers in my curly hair. This is too much. She is right there. She has to know how much I need this. She lowers her head and I think for minute that I might be relieved of the pressure that is slowly building up. But then I feel her lips on the inside of my thighs. So close. Her lips feel fantastic kissing the tender skin on my thighs. But I am so ready for more. I know that she wants to control this, but if she doesn't do something about my need, I will do it for her. Sara's kisses return to my center. I feel one finger at my entrance, tracing a path up and down. A low moan escapes my lips. I think she likes to hear what she does to me, because then I feel her tongue opening me up to her. Oh my god! Yes! I will not last much longer. Her tongue is doing amazing things to me. She changes pace and licks and thrusts. God, she feels so good. I'm not sure what she has done to me, but I am screaming out in orgasm in seconds. I feel her everywhere. In me, on me. Tasting me. My god I have never felt this good. And I feel a second orgasm coming. She is relentless. I cum a second and a third time. I feel her move, but I can no longer function. My body is on fire and I know that despite my efforts, I am drifting off to sleep. I wake a short while later wrapped up in Sara's arms. I like it here so much that I contemplate staying her forever. But I know that I can't. My pesky sister will be here any time now to grill me about Sara. I turn over in her arms and watch her sleep. She is so beautiful. She must have been tired. She doesn't even notice as I slip out of her arms and gently pus her onto her back. I cannot forget what she has done to me, nor will I let her push me to new heights like that without a reward. No one has ever made me feel the way she did. She had no care for her own satisfaction, she only cared that I reached that high. I think I may know what the French mean. La petit morte. She is still asleep. Good. I know how to get attention. I settle in- between her legs and give her a lick. Sara immediately wakes up and moans my name. I love the sound of my name on her lips. Especially when she's in this position. It sounds so primal yet so loving. It's an odd combination, but my heart flutters every time she moans it like that. It makes me feel like a goddess. I know that we don't have much time, so I cannot return her love like I want to. But I do want to do this for her. And when she comes she moans my name again. I cannot manage to pull myself away from her. She has enchanted me. I lick up her honey and feel her body shiver. I know what that shiver means. With a quick thrust of my tongue inside her, she has another orgasm. This is heaven. Right here and now. The woman I have come to love moaning my name in ecstasy. There is nothing in the world that fells better than this. Once again realizing that Nancy will be here soon, I lay next to Sara and tell her that I must put some clothes on and warn her about Nancy's arrival. I tell her Nancy wants to talk about my new relationship. Sara kind of freaks a little at that word. I'm not sure what relationships she has had in her past, but they can't be good. She looks at me like a lost child and asks if I mean that she is my girlfriend. Her eyes light up again when I tell her yes. Girlfriend and lover. She seems to like that. I shoo her off to the shower and put some clothes on. I head downstairs and straighten up the living. I turn to the kitchen and there is Nancy. I know she's been here for at least a couple of minutes because I was in the living room and I did not see her come in. Oh god. I can tell by the way that she's carefully avoiding looking at me that she's been here long enough to know what I was doing upstairs. Oh god. And I ask her how long she's been here. Dammit. She only answers `a while'. Dammit. I know what that means. I feel my face heat up and I know that it must be bright red. Now she tells me that Sara must be excellent in bed. Oh god. Okay, so she is, but this is my sister here. She does not need to know that. And then, as if to add to my embarrassment, Sara has finished showering and has joined the conversation. Sara looks shocked when she finds out just how long Nancy has been sitting here. She handles it well. She turns red and mutters `Oh god' a few times much like I did. But she recovers quickly and starts questioning Nancy about me and my family. Sara was unsure if she was my girlfriend. I think she might have some self-esteem issues. But, we'll talk about that later. I look right into her eyes and tell her that not only is she my girlfriend, but that I am hers for as long as she will have me. She makes my heart surge with happiness when she tells me that she will never leave me. I have heard this line before, many times. But from her I totally believe it. Her voice was soft, but unwavering and the look in her eyes told me that she meant every word she was saying. Sara learns from Nancy that I have been crushing on her since her arrival in Vegas. I'm not sure how Nancy knew before I did that I had feelings for Sara. Sure, Nancy and I have a great relationship and I talk to her all the time. But it took me at least a year to figure it out. And she sits here all smug and tells Sara it's been the whole time. I realize she's right, but how does she know? Must be some kind of sister thing. I try not to dwell on it. We sit there at the bar between my kitchen and dining room and discuss little bits of our relationship with Nancy. There's not much to tell right now, because its just the beginning. But Nancy is nosy and wants to know anyway. She leave with a promise to take Lindsey straight to school tomorrow, with no side trips back home, just in case I have company over. Sara tells me that she needs to leave too. I really don't want her to go. But she makes a convincing argument about not wanting to go to work tonight in the same clothes she wore yesterday. That would definitely set off alarms at work. Can't have that just yet. I give her a kiss goodnight and she is gone. I know that I do need to get some sleep before it's time to pick up Lindsey, but when I get upstairs, the bed still smells of Sara and our sex. For a moment I consider sleeping on the couch. After a while I drift off into a peaceful slumber. Sara shows up before 3:00, as I knew she would. Sara hates to be late. As soon as I open the door I am pulled into her arms and she kisses me. In less than a second I am reminded of everything that has happened since last night. She has renewed my desire for her with just one kiss. And then she pulls away and tells me its time go. Jesus. How can she kiss me like that and expect me to walk out the door? She is going to pay for that later. ********************************************************************** All right. This is the part where I beg for your feedback. Please? That's the best I can do with my sleep deprived brain.