"Oh why don't we take a taxi back to mine?

I'm sure that we'll find a way to pass the time

Take a chance

Stay the night…"

1.

"Come home with me" Catherine Willows breathes out huskily, looking at me from under her perfectly groomed fringe.

"What?" I question hoarsely, immediately having to swallow hard just to try and get some moisture into my throat.

"You heard me. Come home with me." She steps further into my personal space and suddenly all I can think about are her azure blue eyes scorching my own as she gives me the look. Sexy, intense… a look I've seen directed at various 'conquests' of hers over the years. But never, ever at me.

Her hand slowly runs up my arm as she holds my gaze, her lips parted ever so slightly as she licks them – consciously or subconsciously I'm not sure. I feel her breath on my face, her stiletto heels drawing her to a height equal to mine.

I'm not used to having Catherine this tall; this close to me, and I swallow hard again.

Her hand reaches my shoulder and continues up my neck to rest on my cheek. "I know you want this" she breathes out, barely above a whisper.

She's right; I do, but any fantasies of me and Catherine have been just that – fantasies. Played out by my own hands; my own toys whilst I'm alone in my apartment.

I take a moment to look her up and down. She's wearing a raunchy red dress with a thigh-high split, typically aware and unashamed of her good looks, using a coworker's birthday party to flaunt them.

She runs her hand up further to tangle it in my hair, and draws my face closer to her. Mere inches apart, her eyes dart from mine to my lips and back again, and I realize that however much Catherine is trying to control this situation, she wants it as badly as I do.

"I know you want this too" I shoot back at her. In reply she moves the rest of her body as close to me as her face is; I can feel her breasts pressing gently against my own, her legs almost grazing mine.

I know that I'm getting breathy, as much as I know deep down we shouldn't be doing this in Warwick's kitchen.

"Sidle, you know I want this. I've wanted this all night. You can't turn up dressed like that and expect me to keep my libido in check."

I smirk. Admittedly, I did choose the painted-on dark jeans and plunge purple top to show my colleagues that I'm not just the asexual being they seem to think I am; I do have an ounce of sexuality about me and when I'm not at work I like to indulge it.

"You know you look sexy."

I nod slightly at her "and you know you do too."

This time she smirks, and tosses her golden curls slightly so they fall behind her shoulders. Yeah, she knows.

I bite my lip at we stay in this stalemate: bodies almost sinking in to each other, lips almost touching.

"Of all the times I've thought about doing this, I never once imagined you wouldn't be compliant." Her words take me by surprise: not her arrogance, but her admission that she has also given the thought of she and I getting intimate with each other some consideration.

"Maybe that's what being sober does to a girl" I say.

"Quitting drinking doesn't kill your libido, Sara. I haven't touched a drop, and I'm horny as hell."

My sharp gasp of breath betrays the control I'm trying so hard to hold on to. She wants to dominate, but I don't want to give her that power. Equally, I know it's unlikely that she'd give it to me. This is why I've never tried to turn my masturbatory fantasies of Catherine into realities. Part of me is afraid that we're both too stubborn to admit feeling pleasure at the others' touch; to come for each other.

"Stop thinking" she commands, running her left hand up my thigh to rest on my hip.

She finally closes the gap between our lips and I'm surprised to discover that her kiss is gentler than I had expected. It's as if she's feeling her way. We both pull away and sober as I am, I feel intoxicated.

This time I run my hands through her hair, and pull her face to mine, capturing her lips as I twist the two of us around, backing her against the kitchen counter.

Her hips slam into the wooden surface and she gasps, which satisfies me. I kiss her more forcefully, sucking and teasingly nipping at her bottom lip. The hand that isn't pushing itself through her golden tresses reaches down to her knee, and traces a path all the way up her alabaster skin, to the top of her dress' thigh-high slit.

I swear she just whimpered at my actions, and I'm desperate for her to do it again. Moving my hand under the slit I run it over her hip and down to her ass. Gripping none-too-gently with my fingers as I use the leverage to crush her body flush against mine, I am rewarded with the prize I was searching for: another whimper.

I tear my lips away from hers and I swear they've swollen to twice their normal size. My libido rages inside of me and apparently I'm by no means alone as she throws her arms around my neck and pulls me back in to kiss her again, running her tongue along my bottom lip until I open my mouth to allow her to continue her explorations.

Her tongue slips and twists over mine, and suddenly an image of Catherine using that talented tongue on me in other places flashes across my mind. Oh, God. I grip her ass harder, crushing one of my thighs in between hers and moaning low.

Frantic, she moves her hands to grasp my hips and grinds my thigh into her. "Cat…" I groan out, as she continues to use my thigh for her own pleasure, now grinding herself back against me each time she pulls me into her.

I move my lips to her neck and nip and tease my way around her pulse point. The guttural moan she emits tells me I can't keep this up much longer; I want us to leave the party and go pleasure each other senseless. However, the part of my ego which has been shouted down one too many times in a professional situation because of Catherine's seniority doesn't want to let her call the shots outside of work, too.

"Have you ever fucked a woman?" I ask Catherine, sucking on her earlobe. She groans in response and I press on: "have you ever been fucked by a woman?" I ask, as I bite down on her lobe.

She pulls back slightly and breathlessly answers "only in my dreams."

Damn, that was sexy. Good answer. "Have you ever dreamt about fucking me?" I ask, looking her straight in the eyes, knowing that the lust shining in them mirrors the same emotion darkening mine.

"Yes" she breathes out.

"Have you ever dreamt about me fucking you, Catherine? Pleasuring you in ways you can't fully imagine; making you come for me." I can't help myself as I talk to her like this, but the louder moan I receive tells me that she doesn't mind one bit. "I'll take that as a yes" I tell her.

"Does that please you?" she questions. She's ceased her rocking on my thigh now and seems to be trying to regain some composure.

"Very much" I tell her, and then whisper conspiratorially "you're making me so wet, Cath."

She bites her lip and moves her hand around from my hip to my pussy. She cups me over my jeans, and I hiss at the feel of the denim teasing at my clit. I groan, barely registering that she's asking me a question. She removes the pressure of her hand against me and the loss of heavenly contact gets my attention. "Huh?" I get out, semi-coherent with all the heady chemicals my brain is releasing to every part of my body.

She smiles, obviously pleased with her ability to render me speechless. "I said, have you ever dreamt about me?"

"Yes" I answer her immediately. "I've dreamt about you in ways that make me blush when I see you at work later that night."

"Your dreams are that explicit?" she asks, a knowing smile on her face. I do believe that from the way she's asking me this, hers are equally so.

"You've said things to me in my dreams that would make a sailor blush, Catherine. In my fantasies too."

Her eyes widen at this as she questions "fantasies?"

"Fantasies" I confirm. "I don't just think about what it would be like to take you and make you scream when I'm asleep you know."

"When do you think about it?" she bites her lip as if both excited and scared to hear my answer at the same time.

I lean in close to her ear again, and breathe against it "when I'm fucking myself over the thought of you."

That's all it takes for her to grab my head again and kiss me roughly, as I swallow the loud moan that she emits. Pulling back she tells me "I am so wet for you Sara. Please come home with me."

It's my turn to moan and I almost comply, but something in the recess of my mind pushes its way forward. "No" I choke out roughly; perhaps a little too roughly judging by the slightly shocked expression on Catherine's face.

I grab her hand and pull her towards the kitchen door. "You're coming home with me."