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. ********************************************************************** Part 5 The drive to Lindsey school is relatively quiet. But in a good way. It's not at all uncomfortable. We park the car and head over to the swing set at the park across from the school. Like children, we swing. Again, it's still quiet in that good way. I'm so happy that she's comfortable with all of this. She is walking headfirst into a relationship with an older woman. Okay, so it's eight years, and that's not really a lot, but, I'm still older. And I have a family. Lindsey comes running up and I pick her up and swing her in my arms. I know that someday she's going to be too big for me to do this, so I do it while I still can. Lindsey probably thinks she's too old for this already, but she know I like it, so she lets me do it. She's obviously really excited about going to get ice cream. Lindsey chatters on about school while we drive to the ice cream parlor. I bet this is what Sara was like when she was young. So excited about school. I leave them in a booth while I go get ice cream for the three of us. When I come back to the table I can tell that something has happened while I was gone. I am worried about Sara. She seems to be stunned into silence. There's not much that can make Sara react that way. I can barely hold in the laughter as she explains that my daughter has asked her if she is my girlfriend. I confirm with Lindsey that that is indeed what Lindsey asked her. I cannot hold the laughter in and I continue laughing for a few minutes. I know that Sara is not accustomed to such acceptance. Lindsey has known for a while now that I like girls and boys. This is one of the things that makes me love her more everyday. Most children would not be able to understand such things at her age, but she very mature about. When I calm down I explain that Sara and I are dating. Lindsey tells me she likes Sara. How did I get lucky enough to have these two women in my life? Okay, so Lindsey is definitely not a woman, but I feel especially lucky to have her as my child. I do not have to hide any part of my life from her. I love that. We continue talking until it is time to go. I convince Lindsey to do her homework by volunteering Sara to help her. Sara can't hide from me. I know she enjoyed being in school and Lindsey likes it as well. They're a pretty good match. We head home and Lindsey starts on her homework in the dining room. Usually she does her homework upstairs, but I get the feeling that she knows Sara wants to be near me, so she asks to do her homework down here. I can't find a good enough reason to tell her no, so I let her. I start on a light Italian dinner, salad and all, while they do homework. I am nearly finished when I here the TV come on and Sara is suddenly behind me. She begins nuzzling at my neck and bask in her touch. We lose ourselves in each other and soon I hear Lindsey interrupting us to ask about dinner. Sara is so cute. She has hidden from my daughter by placing her head in my neck. She is clearly embarrassed, but I love it. Before I know we have eaten and everything is cleaned up. We finish watching a movie on the Cartoon Network and soon my sister is here for Lindsey. Lindsey is off to Nancy's house and Sara and I are alone again. I can't seem to get her off my mind, because soon I am lying with my head in her lap trying to subtly convince her to come to bed with me. She agrees, but not in a way I was hoping for. She wants to sleep. But not just sleep, she wants to sleep with me in her arms so that she can wake up with me still there. She is so sweet that I cannot refuse her. And so we do just that. I fall asleep with her arms wrapped around me, and that is how I wake up. I've got to admit, it's a pretty good place to be. Before I realize it, the alarm is screaming and it's time to head off to work. She's amazing. She's even beautiful when she first wakes up. I, on the other could probably frighten small children with the way I look when I wake up. I hurried and got ready for work while Sara wandered downstairs. I have discovered that Sara has one bad habit. She seems to get a thrill out of kissing me when there is always something else to be done. She will pull me into her arms and kiss me until she knows I want to take it further. Then she will pull away and tell me it's time to leave. She did it earlier, when it was time to pick up Lindsey. And now she's done it again. Now we have to go to work when all I want to do is stay at home with her and re-explore every inch of her body until she screams. I think she knows what she does to me and just likes to get me all worked up. We drive to work separately so that no one can start any rumors. The whole way there I'm thinking about Sara and what a wonderful person she is. I can't believe that I managed to wait this long to make my move. What was I thinking? When I get to work, I notice that Sara has kept a distance between us, obviously attempting to make it look like we are not coming in together. If I know her, she will head straight for the coffee as soon as she gets inside. I head into my office and see that Grissom has left a note indicating he would like to speak with me. I walk to Grissoms' office and notice that Sara has indeed gone straight to the break room for coffee. Grissom is polite and asks how I'm feeling and to tell the truth, so much else has happened since that kid hit me, that I've forgotten about it. I mean, what's a punch in the face when you've been busy having incredible sex? I tell Grissom that it feels better already, not telling him about why I haven't noticed any pain. He looks relieved. Then he fills me on what the dayshift was able to find at the kid's apartment and that the kid is currently sitting in an interview room, waiting to be questioned again. Brass told his crew to lose the paperwork on the kid for a little while so he wouldn't be able to bond out and run. I'll have to remember to thank Brass. I walk down to the interview rooms to find Jonathan Freese. We definitely need to talk. Unfortunately he isn't in the mood. I did find out that he knew all the family secrets, but after that he stopped answering questions we kind of had a staring contest. Eventually you can usually get someone to start talking again if you return their silent treatment. We sit there quietly staring at each other for about ten minutes. Sara interrupts us with some new information for me. Looks the girlfriend has some helpful information about the Freese family. Dad beat up mom, and she beat up Jonathan. We really need to get Scott in here and clean up this mess. I love to watch Sara work. Not only is she a great CSI, but she gets so excited about her work. Give her a lead to follow and she practically bounces off the walls with renewed energy. It's a great thing to watch. And now as I stand her talking to her, I see that familiar sparkle in her eyes. So far, this working together thing is working out okay. I return to Jonathan and question him some more. I give up the silent treatment to see if this new direction will help open him up. We talk about how his ex-girlfriend is saying that he hit her. He, of course denies it. But he does know that his dad used to hit his mother. Boy, was this a fun family to be a part of. Sara joins me in questioning him. We still don't get much out of him. He does open up a little bit more to Sara, and that makes things a little easier. Somehow I get the feeling he doesn't really like talking to me. Sara whispers to me she needs to get some test results from Greg. Which is okay by me because being near her has once again turned into a distraction. I can remember the feel of her lips pressed against mine. From where I sit, I can smell the light hint of perfume that she put on so many hours ago. She is so close to me that I can hardly resist the urge to touch her. And suddenly I feel her tongue tracing the outer edge of my ear. Holy Jesus! With her so close and that one small touch, I feel a fire burn through my veins and a desire for her tat is so strong I might just toss her on the table and have my way with her. I don't even care that we are at work, or that there are other people in the room. She is playing with me and I can't take it anymore. Sara leaves to check in with Greg and I leave the interview room to calm down a little. My nerves are on fire. I'm sure if anyone looked at me right now, they could easily see just how much I want her. I know I can't let this get to me at work, so I head toward my office to cool off. Before I'm even in the door, there is Sara again. She calls my name and practically runs to my office and sits in one of the chairs facing my desk. Behind her, I have closed and locked the door. I know that I shouldn't do what I'm about to do, but I can't resist the urge. She tells e about the test results as I move to stand in front of her chair. I could care less about the tests. Instead, I change the subject and pout that what she has done to me was not a nice thing to do. Sara just looks at me as if she has no idea what I'm talking about. So I elaborate for her. And then she stands up and tells me I'm irresistible. Me. As if she has no idea just how sexy she can be. She leans in to give me a tiny kiss, but I want more. I did lock the door for a reason. I lean back against my desk and pull her into me for a deeper kiss. I hear Sara as she whimpers just a little, and I know that she wants this just as much as me. She is holding back, aware that we are still at work. I, on the other hand, do not care anymore. Earlier this was something that I wanted. Now it has become a need. I hold onto her tightly, not letting her go. I have worked my hand under her shirt to touch the soft skin of her back. Mmm. She feels good. I continue to kiss her as I grab her ass with one hand and pull her even closer. I know that I'm breaking down Sara's restraint because when I pull her even closer, she moans into our kiss. She pulls away from our kiss, but I hold her tight not letting her body move. I lower my head to her neck and start kissing and sucking on the delicate flesh there. She moans out a nickname she has for me "Cat". Not a nickname I particularly like, but since she only does that when where together in positions like this, I think I may begin to like it. She reminds me that we're still at work. I tell that I don't care. That she has me so turned on, so wet for her, that I must have her. Oh, she's likes hearing that. She has unbuttoned my shirt and unclasped my bra. She grabs one of my breasts, and I throw back my head and moan her name. She leans in to kiss me and prevent others from hearing us. I am glad that we are leaning against my desk instead of standing. I'm not sure anymore if my legs even work. Sara has begun brushing her thumbs over my nipples and each time she does so, I moan into her. I want her so bad. She has moved one of her hands to the button of my slacks. Yes! I know that she will bring me the release I want. She has moved so that she is straddling my leg, both giving me contact with her and allowing her easier access to me. Though our clothes are still on, I feel her heat. She is ready for this too. I grab onto her hips and pull her harder onto my thigh as she slips her hand into my panties. Oh god. I need her so badly that her one touch has almost pushed me over the edge. I want her to enjoy this as well, so I continue to push my thigh into her as she moves against me. I can feel her fingers in me and on me and soon I am there. I try to stifle the scream that roars through my body by burying my head into her neck. I think I've actually bitten her shoulder. I hope I didn't hurt her. I hear a low growl from Sara and know that she has reached her peak as well. We hold each other for minute before everything comes back into focus and we realize that we need to get back to work. After all, can't someone come looking for us. Sara knows just how to tease me. She licks and sucks at the fingers that were just inside me. She is too damn sexy. Despite the fax that we just seconds ago had sex, I want her again. Watching her as she plays with her fingers and stares directly into my eyes. Jesus, I may never make it through this day. Before we leave my office, Sara teases me once more by telling me that she wants to do that again. And I can't help but think of how much I want her to do that again. And again and again. ********************************************************************** Almost done!