3.

I think to myself for probably the thousandth time in the last minute that for some unknown reason, karma must love me. Having Catherine Willows kissing me passionately, moving her tongue inside my mouth as she pushes up into me with the thigh that she's slipped between mine is quite possibly the most surreal thing in the world. I can't believe this is actually happening. Pleasuring her has made me incredibly turned on; more so I believe than I ever have been in my life. I can feel my own wetness against her leg, and I know Catherine can too by the groans that escape her every time she pushes into my center.

Still grinding into me at a breathtaking pace, Catherine pulls her lips away from mine. I open my eyes to see her own sparkling, lust-filled eyes staring straight at me, a look of intensity on her face. "Cath?" I ask, moaning before I can get a hold of myself and finish the sentence "you ok?"

She continues to stare at me just the same, but I feel an added pressure against my pussy as I feel her push her thigh against me harder. "Fine" she replies as best she can with her breathing as erratic as it is.

Through my haze I manage to get out "why are you staring at me?"

"Because, Sara, I want to watch you while I make you feel good."

I moan at this and move my hands from her ass, where they've been resting – well, maybe resting isn't quite the right word, since my fingers have been digging in with each thrust – and place them on her hips, rocking her into me harder as I raise my own thigh so it presses into her at the same time.

"Uhh," Cath moans, and then clears her throat to try and regain some composure. "As I said, I've never fucked a woman before." She bites her lip at this, and breaks eye contact for the first time, albeit briefly.

I exhale deeply "well, certainly no complaints here…" She can't seriously be questioning the effect she's having on me, can she? Doesn't she realize that if she carries on much longer I'm going to loose it against her thigh?

She smirks at me and says "I picked up on that. The moaning and abundance of wetness gives it away you know." I feel a flush rising to my already pink cheeks even though I'm not really embarrassed. Catherine notices though as she adds "god, not that I'm complaining. You just took care of me so thoroughly that I wasn't sure I'd be able to move 'till tomorrow, yet here I am soaking wet for you, again."

I dig my hands into her hips harder when she says this and push my thigh into her forcefully. Her eyes shut at this and she moans "god, Sara." I keep this up for a minute or so more, pushing my thigh against her at the same time as I pull her hips so that she's getting as much pressure on her center as possible.

So carried away in what I'm doing, I'm genuinely surprised when I feel her hands on mine, stopping me from grinding her against me. "Cat?" I question.

She smiles seductively at me and says "this is about you Sidle, not me. Now let me continue. I've never fucked a woman before. But I'm not sure I've ever wanted to fuck anyone as much as I want to fuck you right now."

This time my eyes roll up and I bite my lip. "So fuck me, Cat. Please. You know how wet I am for you."

She chuckles a little. "I love how wet you are for me. I just want to make sure I give you what you gave me. I want it to be as good for you as possible."

"Cath, it's you" I stress. "I know it will be."

She smiles before continuing "Well I'm not naïve Sara, I have a fair idea of what goes on. As you obviously do too," she smirks again "I know how I like to be fucked. And I know how to touch a woman's body because I touch myself…" Again, I'm moaning at the thought of Catherine masturbating. She really shouldn't put such images in my head. "…but I want to be able to touch your body how you like it. So let me know what gets you off, ok?"

With this she pushes herself up off me, hovering over me as she dips down to kiss along my neck and my collarbone, moving down my chest with nips and licks. From this position, she looks up at me and gives me the very look she gave me right at the beginning of this whole crazy night of passion, back in Warwick's kitchen: pure, sizzling seduction. "Tell me. I'll do it any way you want, you know."

This statement has me pulling her head up for a forceful kiss. I nip at her bottom lip and when she opens her mouth I begin moving my tongue against hers again. She tries to pull away, presumably to further things along but I have my hand tangled in her hair and I grip her head, keeping her exactly where she is. I kiss her relentlessly, so horny at this point that I'm getting more light-headed by the second. When I finally allow her to break away from me we're both virtually at the point of panting to try and get our breathing regulated. "Damn, Catherine" I tell her "so fucking sexy."

She moves her head back down and starts kissing, and then biting, my breasts. Taking a nipple into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue, she starts torturing the other with pinching fingers. I moan her name, tangling my hands in her hair again, although with much less force this time. "Cat" I repeat, "fuck me."

She lifts her beautiful mouth from my breast and looks me in the eyes again. I realise this is her way of checking for the last time that I really want her to do this, and that I want her to do it her way. "Please…" I almost whine out, "I need you inside me so badly."

Barely have I said the words before Catherine has worked a hand to my knee and is running it up my thigh. Hyper-sensitive, her touch sets me off as she gets nearer and nearer to where I want her to be. "Fuck, Sara. You're so wet. It's sexy as hell" Cath tells me as she slides her fingers around my folds for the first time.

I can feel every single nerve in my body right now, and they are all positively itching with need. My lower belly aches with the anticipation of the ecstasy I so badly crave, and my thighs are automatically pressing themselves together, desperate to get any kind of pressure on my clit.

As Catherine Willows pushes two fingers deep inside of me, I swear I'm going to die.

I shout her name, long and drawn out as I shudder. 'Oh god' is about the only thought that I can get through my head; repeating it over and over to myself life a mantra. Before she starts to move inside me, I move my hand down and put it on her wrist, effectively stopping what she's about to do. Catherine, who has been unashamedly staring at the sight of her fingers pushing into me, looks up at my face. "What? What's wrong?" she asks quickly.

"God. Absolutely nothing Cat, you just have to give me a sec to get a hold of myself. I'm so turned on."

"You know, last time I checked that wasn't such a bad thing when you're having sex."

"It's just… I'm… I'm not going to last long. I don't want this to end before it starts." I confess.

Catherine moans at my admission and keeps her hand still as I move mine away from hers. I feel her filling me, and, like when I was pleasuring her, I'm struck by the realisation that I'm having sex with Catherine Willows, the woman who has fuelled a countless number of my fantasies. Her fingers are inside of me. She's inside of me.

I moan as my eyes roll back in my head, and it's not long before I start rocking against her slowly, unable to stop myself. She takes this as her cue to continue and begins to move within me, adhering to the rhythm that I'm setting with my hips.

Pleasurable sensations shoot through my body as I start to move faster against her hand and she in turns moves her fingers faster inside me. "Do you like it like that Sara?" she asks me, still with her seductive voice.

"Oh yeah" I cry out "just like that. God, Cat. You feel so good inside me." At this Catherine groans and I feel her fingers speed up even more, whether or not she's aware of it. I really meant it when I said I wasn't going to last.

Leaning back on her knees so she's between my legs, mimicking my earlier position, she reaches for my hand. I grip her fingers and am vaguely aware of her grinning before she detangles our digits and sucks my index and forefinger into her mouth, swirling her delectable tongue around them. Releasing them, she keeps a hold of my hand and moves it between my own legs to my clit. Comprehending what she wants from me, I breathe out "fuck, Cat…" as I start to rub my clit. For her part, Catherine bites her lip as she groans, moving inside me harder and faster, her fingers making contact with my front wall.

'I never knew I could be this wet' is the last thing I think before I get the jolts in my stomach which tell me I'm reaching the point of no return. "Cath" I say urgently, biting my lip, "I'm… I'm…"

"Ssh, it's ok Sara. What was it you said to me earlier? 'Over and over.' Just because you come for me doesn't mean I'm going to stop fucking you."

Her words are all I need to take me there and I feel my muscles spasm around those skilled fingers. Waves of pleasure crash through me until the big one, the fucking tsunami of waves, hits me and I feel the sensations everywhere as I shudder against her fingers. To be honest I have no idea of what I'm saying as I come, except for that it involves a lot of expletives, and a lot of repetition of Catherine's name. I think I heard her moaning mine too, and I know then and there that the sounds of her enjoying my pleasure tonight are going to stay with me for a long time.

Gradually the waves get smaller and smaller and so too do Catherine's movements inside me, until they're completely still. She holds her position for a minute or so, letting me come back down to earth. This achieved, I reach for her and pull her up to me as she slowly removes her fingers from me, kissing her full on the lips as I stroke my hands through her hair. We pull apart, and she rests her forehead against my slightly clammy one. "Jesus…" is all I can get out, breath still heaving.

"Actually it's Catherine" she says, "you seemed to be able to remember it a minute ago when you were screaming it."

"Screaming? I don't remember any screaming" I tease. I feel her smirk rather than see it with her lying so close to me, as I concede "ok, there was screaming. But it was well deserved."

The cocky answer I expect from her doesn't come. Instead she kisses me softly on the lips. I put my thumbs to the sides of her face and stroke her cheeks, revelling in the rare moment of tenderness that humans so often crave post-orgasm.

"So" I say after a moment of calm, finally breathing almost normally again "over and over, huh?"

She pulls back from me and smiles, raising an eyebrow. "I never figured you for being so insatiable."

"When you make me feel pleasure like that, you're lucky I'm not tying you to the bed and making you my personal sex slave."

"All in good time" she winks, and I can't help but grin at her. She always has to get the last word in. "So tell me, Sara Sidle, how exactly do you want this next part to go?"

I find myself licking my lips as I try to sift through all the ways I want this woman. Unfortunately, my mind chooses this exact moment to go completely blank, too overwhelmed by her words.

"So there are that many choices huh?" she asks cheekily.

"There are a few" I admit.

"Well how about this. I'll do to you whatever I did when you last dreamt about me." She's back in seductive mode again, and it's working one hundred percent. Immediately I recall the last time I dreamt about my blonde colleague. It was actually only about a week ago, but the memory of what she did to me in the dream makes me blush. "Wow, guess I did something kind of naughty then…" she observes, noticing my change in colouring.

"You could say that."

"Is it legal in Nevada?"

I chuckle "everything's legal in Nevada, Catherine."

She rolls her eyes but smiles at me. "Ok, is it legal in… uh… Alabama?"

Smiling back I nod at her "yes, it's definitely legal. In all states."

She leans back into me, her lips grazing my earlobe "ok, so tell me Sidle, what kinky fantasy of yours am I about to make a reality?" I shudder at the contact, and at the thought of Catherine taking me like she did in my dream.

"Well" I begin, "funnily enough, we were in this very room…"

"Isn't that a coincidence?" she smirks.

"Actually it kind of is." I lean my head up to catch her earlobe briefly between my teeth even though I am underneath her and then whisper "I've thought about you in lots of different locations, Willows."

I'm pleased when I feel her shudder against me as she tries to clear her throat but hoarsely questions "such as?"

"My place, obviously… in a car, in your office; that one comes up a lot."

I nip at her neck a little as I feel her breathing speed up and she moans softly "my office?"

"Yeah. Blinds up, door locked, everything swept off your desk while you order me to take you on top of it…"

Catherine groans loudly at this. "God, Sara. You just keep turning me on tonight."

"I'm only being honest, Cat" I say, smirking wickedly, "I think it's that whole you-being-a-supervisor thing. Add the glasses, the sexy power suits and low-cut tops, well I guess when I'm feeling particularly submissive that's what my subconscious comes up with."

"Screw 'only being honest' Sidle, you know exactly what you're doing to me" she says, as she takes my hand in hers and gently sweeps it between her legs. My finger is wet with her desire, and I can't resist taking it into my mouth, moaning as I taste her.

"You know, you really do taste amazing" I say, moving my hand back down her body to resume its position of just seconds ago.

I'm almost at that incredible destination when Catherine stops me. "I told you earlier, this is about you. Behave."

"Or?" I grin, cocking my eyebrow.

"Believe me Sara, if you want any more of a release tonight I recommend you don't try me." I know Catherine well enough to believe that she's serious, and so I quickly drop this line of questioning. "So where were we?" By this point she has shifted half off of me to the side and is trailing her fingertips over my upper body, tracing lines around and between my breasts.

"In your office I believe" I breathe, trying to keep my cool as her fingers move over the dark circles around my nipples.

"Oh yeah. I believe I was giving orders, and I very much hope that you were about to obey them." Her fingers are slowly rubbing my nipples at this point; torturously slowly in fact. She leans right into my ear and breathes out "maybe I'll make it happen for you one day. If you're a very good girl."

I turn my neck so that I'm a position to give her a passionate kiss, my blood becoming liquid fire through my veins at the memory of that particular dream and even the remotest possibility of it coming true.

Catherine kisses me back with equal desire, and it's not long before she's slipping her tongue between my lips and sliding it against mine. Breathing now becoming a slight issue, we break apart and she looks at me, heavy-lidded with her sexy lips parted. "So Sara Sidle has a submissive streak, huh?"

"Well" I tell her, as her fingers move back to the nipple they had previously been teasing "I wouldn't go for 'submissive' as such. There's a bit more of a balance to it than that."

"Oh?" Catherine asks, eyebrow raised in that sexy way that only she can pull off.

"Well, for example, if we move back to the dream in question" I begin, "let's just say that I definitely wasn't indulging my submissive streak subconsciously that night. In fact it was more the opposite."

Cath bites her lip as she moves again so she's leaning over me. "Do you want to dominate me Sara?" she starts kissing her way down my neck, biting gently when she reaches my collar bone, and sucking the skin into her mouth.

I moan against her and my breathy "yes" is almost inaudible. Clearing my throat I tell her "sometimes that's what I dream about, yes."

"About you holding me down and fucking me senseless?" she asks, kissing her way down to my breasts. "Or telling me exactly what you want from me while I obey your every command?" Cath bites down on my breast as she says this.

"Mmm… god" I moan out at the sensation and the mental images I am getting of dominating the powerful Catherine Willows. I writhe underneath her, getting desperate for contact where I need her most. She reaches down and cups my pussy, applying the pressure so that I feel it against my clit.

I groan as Catherine alternates the pressure she's using with her hand, sometimes easing off completely and then becoming more firm, effectively teasing my clit. "Sara. Tell me about your dream."

"What… uhh… what do you want to know?" I drawl, moaning at the things Catherine is subtly doing to my lower body.

"Well I know where we were. So tell me what we were wearing."

"You were wearing lingerie. Well, just a bra really. Lacy and very, very sexy, just like the one I stripped off of you earlier."

Catherine bites her lip as she cups me harder. "And what were you wearing Miss Sidle?"

I gesture to my current state of undress and say "this." I hear Catherine moan and her eyes sparkle just that bit brighter.

"Well in that case I have to compliment you on your outfit choice" she says. "It suits you."

I feel a blush rise in my cheeks as I feel her eyes appraising me, hungry with desire. "So that's the where and the what… now I want the how."

I pause for a moment, still slightly thrown by Catherine's unabashed staring at my body and also at the thought of the admission I am about to make. So far this night nothing I've said has freaked her out but I really want to keep it that way.

It's as if Catherine senses my hesitance, as she breathes out "Sara, tell me. Please. Just the concept of you dreaming about me turns me on." She reaches her finger down now, running it around my folds. "And like I said, I want to make it good for you. I want to take you how you like it in your dreams." I moan as the finger stroking my pussy reaches my entrance and begins to gently tease me there.

"Cat…"

"Tell me Sara" she says withdrawing not just her finger but her whole hand from between my legs.

I groan loudly at the loss of contact and look her in the eyes. "Well" I tell her, not being able to resist the pull of her delectable lips, kissing her briefly, "like I said, we were in my room…" I kiss her again, "on my bed…" another kiss "and I was torturing your body."

"And what was I doing?"

"You were being tortured" I tell her.

"Now why would I let you do that, huh?" she smirks seductively. I take those smirking lips between mine and kiss her passionately, then pull back and take her bottom lip between my teeth.

"You didn't have much of a choice Catherine." I move my lips to her ear and breathe out "I was holding your wrists above your head."

She moans out, and I bite down on her lobe. "So you were holding me down..."

"...I was holding you down with one hand, and teasing one of your breasts with the other... well alternating between that and using my tongue," I tell her. "And you were begging me to fuck you; writhing underneath me trying to get your hands free so that you could force me to be where you so badly wanted it, or at least do it yourself..." Cath lets out a sharp intake of breath at this, and her hand begins to slowly circle my inner thigh. "I told you that you had to wait, that it wasn't your turn, but if you were very good and did exactly as I said I'd reward you by fucking you just how you wanted it." Cath pinches my inner thigh at this, closing her eyes for a few seconds to right herself in the midst of the waves of lust she is sharing with me.

"And what, precisely, did you ask - no - did you tell me to do to you?" she asks.

"I told you..." I can't believe after all the activities that this night has seen I'm actually blushing, but there it is. "I told you I wanted to feel your tongue on me," I say, with my eyes closed. She says nothing, and after a few seconds I have to open them again to see if I can gauge her reaction. When I do I find her face a lot closer to mine than it was previously; her lips mere inches from my own. I close the distance between us, kissing her long and slow at first but then building up to shorter, faster kisses as she presses herself fully on top of me. Moaning at the sensation, I pull away from the kiss.

"And how did I use my tongue on you?" Is her blunt reaction to the product of my subconscious.

"Well, Cat..." I begin, grinding against her gently.

"Well?" she questions when I don't finish my sentence.

"Well... you got down on your knees for me," I tell her, looking her square in the eyes. Like I said before, fuck pride and ego. This might be my only chance with the blonde goddess on top of me.

Her eyes squeeze shut and a soft moan escapes her as her brain no doubt conjures up images of the two of us in that very position. "Sara... fuck, that's hot."

"You have no idea," I state. "Do you know how hard it was to have that dream and then have to see you two hours later? Not to mention the fact that we were assigned to the same cases for the next two shifts."

She chuckles at this. "Jesus Sara, I knew there was a good chance you wanted me but when I asked you to come home with me at Warwick's I never imagined it was this much of a sure thing."

Suddenly self-conscious about the scale of my lust for Catherine I look away guiltily.

Catherine senses the change in me and apparently deduces why pretty quickly; "I've thought about you just as much, and just as often Sar," she husks into me ear. That said, she claims my lips in a searing kiss that brings me back to my current predicament of complete and total arousal. "So you want me on my knees, huh?" she asks, and I can only gulp and nod my ascent.

As soon as Catherine lifts herself off of me, I feel the loss of her body greatly, and I'm not sure which is better: her moving from me to play her part in one of my subconscious fantasies, or her coming back to rest right where she was. It would seem, however, that Catherine is sure of which she wants to do, as she stands up and walks to the side of the bed I'm lying on. "Sit up," she commands, and I instantly obey. "Close your eyes" she requests of me.

"I thought I was the one giving the orders," I can't help but remind her.

She gives a sexy, low laugh. "You can take over whenever you want… but I promise you that if you don't, I'll make it completely worth your while."

I moan low at her words, and immediately shut my eyes. Nothing happens for a few seconds and then I feel Catherine's hands on my hips, guiding me so that I'm seated on the edge of my bed. I feel hands on my legs, beginning at the bottom and slowly stroking up, all the way up my thighs before sweeping back down again, only to repeat the process. Catherine gradually introduces her nails into the equation, raking them up my inner thighs and earning a hiss of pleasure from me.

Next I feel light kisses and licks soothing the spots where her nails have been, as her hands move to grasp my outer thighs. "Sara... open your eyes" I hear her say softly, and damn, when I do... the sight that greets me causes my eyes to instantly roll back in my head again, as a moan of pleasure and admiration escapes me. Catherine Willows is on her knees before me, her mouth mere inches from where I know she's about to go. She's put her bra on again to accurately re-create my dream, and from this angle the view of her cleavage encased in the red lace is amazing.

I don't have much time to think as Catherine almost immediately begins kissing my inner thighs again, this time moving inwards until finally I can feel her mouth on me. "Fuck, Cat..." I moan at the first flick of her tongue at my folds. She starts exploring me, long and languid and deliciously thorough. One of my hands goes behind my back on the bed to support my weight as the other automatically tangles in her hair, not holding her there exactly but letting her know that she's definitely in the right spot.

The movements of her tongue around my pussy become focused solely on my clit, and once she gauges from my whimpers that she's hitting the right spot, she begins to increase the pace. I try and keep my hips from bucking towards her but am only marginally successful as I feel the low-down ache of my pleasure beginning to build. Just at this moment Catherine stops and looks me in the eyes, before asking "is this how you want it?"

Drunk on pleasure at this point, my only response is to use the hand in her hair to guide her back to her previous position, as I manage to groan out "yes... fuck yes Catherine..." This speeds her up even further and she licks my clit with a natural skill and precision that is typical Catherine.

I feel her nails once again raking up my inner thigh, whilst her other hand holds my hips as steady as possible. The light scratches she gives me drive me wild, as does the knowledge that tomorrow I will still be marked by her.

Slowly her hand snakes up my thigh to my pussy, and for the second time tonight I feel her fingers enter me. Unable to stop myself I gasp out her name, turning it into a mantra as I feel her drawing her fingers out of me only to push them back in with greater force each time. "God, Cat… yeah… god, you look so sexy," I babble to her, able to keep my eyes on her only for seconds at a time.

When I feel her remove her fingers from inside of me I can't help but respond with a whimper and a frustrated groan at the change. I hear her sexy chuckle again and open my eyes to look at her. "Please, Cat… please," I beg her, not caring at this point that I was supposed to be the dominant one.

Catherine leans up to capture my lips and, deepening the kiss with her tongue, I taste myself on her. She pulls back slightly and murmurs against my lips "be patient, Sara." I watch her as she once again leans down in front of me and parts my folds with her fingers before entering me once more. I groan at the contact but immediately feel her withdraw, before she replaces her fingers with her tongue. I can only moan her name over and over as the reality of exactly what she is doing to me hits me over and over.

She stops just long enough to remove the hand that is at this point gripping her hair, sucking two of my fingers into her delectable mouth, and then intertwining out hands as she moves them both to rub my clit.

After a minute or two of this she moves her hand away but I keep mine where it as, rubbing myself as her tongue moves back inside of me, thrusting shallowly but quickly.

It feels like no time at all before I can feel my pleasure building to almost unbearable heights, and I know I am on the brink of complete release. "Cat… god, so close" I gasp out, looking down at the amazing blonde before me.

She lifts her eyes to mine and then moves her whole head up, keeping complete unblinking eye contact with me as she plunges three fingers into me core, fucking me hard and fast as I continue to rub my clit. "Fucking hell Cath… oh god… oh god…" I moan out as I praise her, and praise god, and let forth a string of babbling expletives as my orgasm absolutely crashes over me, wave after wave, making me feel like I'm tearing apart at the seams.

It feels like minutes but most only be seconds later that Cath slowly withdraws her fingers from me and I somehow manage to crawl back up at the bed to lay down. Not quite ready to loose intimate contact with the women I have been exploring my definition of pleasure with for hours now, I pull her down on top of me as soon as she clambers back up onto the bed, kissing her long and languid, moving my tongue against hers pulling back only to lean in and kiss her again, and then peppering short sweet kisses all over her mouth.

"Wow" Catherine says.

"Isn't that my line?" I ask. After all, I just had the fantastic orgasm.

"It can be both our lines, I guess. Just… wow." I grin at this, finding her amazement, share it though I might, pretty adorable.

We lay in comfortable silence for a while, me stroking Cath's golden locks softly and her periodically kissing my collar bone, where her head is currently resting. I have to admit that we fit pretty well together like this and although that scares me a little, it doesn't scare me enough to want to move, and so I continue to lay with her in my arms, feeling the sleep that is so much needed after the night's exertions start to overtake me.

Feeling start to Cath move away from me slightly, I tighten my arms around her. "What's up?" I ask sleepily.

"Nothing's up. I just figured I should go…" she starts.

I press my finger to her lips and tell her "you're not going anywhere Cath. I don't think you want to, and I know I don't want you to, and besides you fit really fucking well in my arms, so I think you should stay right here, ok?"

Her expression is unreadable for a few seconds but eventually I see her break into the brightest, biggest smile I have ever seen on her. She looks absolutely breathtaking, and my stomach flips over at the mere sight of her; a little in fear, admittedly, but not necessarily an unhealthy fear: more of an anxiety of what all of this might mean, but at the same time the process of discovery is one I definitely want to be a part of.

"Cath, stay the night" I tell her.

"Ok" is her smiling response.

"I gave you the night,

Coz I know what I found

I think of you,

My heart beats a little louder

And oh, stay the night"