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I woke up feeling strange, my head was disorientated and I could feel something strange. As my head woke up I opened one of my eyes which seemed to open my ears as well. That's when I started to piece this mystery together; there's someone moaning with pleasure and also my leg feels funny. It takes me a couple of seconds to realise why my leg feels funny, someone is rubbing against me, now this wakes most of me up including some parts that become very awake. Well I guess someone is having good dreams! I carefully detach my lower regions from the leg, at much as I'd like to stay in this position it will only lead to trouble that I wouldn't want to be responsible for but somehow would be. Normally my first thought in the morning would be coffee however today it seems to be alcohol which just proves one thing, I can never have Sara 'I have horny dreams so I have to hump you're leg' Sidle in my bed again. However I did enjoy my sleep last night and no hangover this morning so Sara must be a cure for that! I head to my kitchen hoping to find no alcohol because I can resist Sara Sidle but I don't know if I can resist alcohol!

Sara wakes up alone in a room very much different to her own, not only was that different but there was also a smile plastered on her face which was unusual. She stretched out her long body and ran her fingers through her hair. As her hands went back down to her side she caught a whiff of the smell emulating from them, yes she had been playing with herself in her sleep...again. Not unusual for Ms Sidle. Fortunately for Sara she didn't remember anything about the night activities however she felt a blush grace her face when she figured out there was a possibility she had played with herself beside Catherine! She pulled the duvet over her head and groaned.

"You're grumpy in the mornings," a voice said from the doorway. All Sara could reply with was another groan. Catherine smiled at the bump in her bed, she walked over and placed a cup of coffee on the bedside table next to the side Sara had been sleeping on, and then Catherine walked round the bed and sat on her side and sipped on her coffee. The aroma of the coffee stirred two of Sara's senses; smell and taste. She slowly pulled herself up from under the duvet, up enough so her head was leaning against the headboard, then she reached for her coffee and took a sip, she made a small moan as she the coffee went over her taste buds and down her throat. Catherine smiled into her own mug as Sara did this.

"Little things make me so happy," Sara explained contented.

"How did you sleep?" Catherine asked knowing that morning wasn't a time for any heavy conversation.

Sara tried to restrain the glow rising on her cheeks on remembering her own activities; she thought that the way Catherine said it meant that Catherine was already out the bed when she was pleasuring herself, "Yeah fine," Sara managed to cough out, "Must have been strange for you having someone in your bed."

"I told you last night I do it all the time with Gil," Catherine laughed, Sara turned over and gave her a pout.

"I thought I was special," she said in a mockingly sad voice. Catherine turned onto her side and hugged Sara round the waist. This is the exact moment Sara Sidle had a flash back of last night, Catherine touching her. Sara's heart started beating what felt like a million times per a second, her eyes felt like those cartoons where the eyes pop out!

'No wonder I had to do that in my sleep after that!' Sara thought. Catherine felt Sara tense up, Catherine thought that her and Sara's relationship had got past that point but she understood on a deep level that in irony she didn't understand. Catherine slowly took her arms off Sara's waist hoping that Sara didn't realise that Catherine felt that Sara was uncomfortable else it would just make her more withdrawn.

"Would you like to grab a shower?" Catherine asked in a soft tone.

'Yes! Yes!,' Sara thought enthusiastically, she needed her own space for a while and was glad that Catherine understood that but she was feeling a tad insecure so she replied with, "Well only if that's okay? I mean I can always go home and get one."

Catherine simply smiled at Sara and then went over to the dresser and chucked a towel at Sara then she walked out of the bedroom taking the empty cups.

Sara stood in the shower, feeling the cold pelts of water on her skin, gently running her fingers through her hair. One hand had a mind of its own and went on a journey to slowly caress the skin where Catherine had previously touched. Sara smiled at the thought but felt guilty for enjoying at bit too much, however she couldn't seem to stop the guilty pleasure. She lifted her head up and let the water run down her face, then onto her chest. Her hand stopped at the curve of her stomach, she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. The hand moved more south and reached its destination. Her middle finger slid between her moist lips and lightly went over her clit, just this light touch sent shivers throughout her body, her mind was filled with a images of a naked Catherine, she imagined the hand touching her was Catherine's. Sara started to rub her clit more intensely. She was so turned on. She couldn't help but moan softly. As her moan came out she tasted a foreign substance in her mouth. She stopped playing with herself and brought the other hand up to her mouth and touched her lip. She had had so much anticipation built up that it caused Sara to bite down on her lip too hard. Now her lip was bleeding. Sara immediately got out the shower and spat out the blood in her mouth into the sink. She hated the taste of blood, the iron specifically. She grabbed the towel Catherine had kindly given her and wrapped it round herself. She needed a glass of water to wash away the taste.

Catherine was seated at the table reading the paper when she saw Sara walk into the kitchen, in a towel. For a second Catherine was mesmerised by the sight but she quickly noticed blood on Sara's chin.

"SARA! What have you done? Are you alright? Ice, you need ice. Hold on I'll get you some," Catherine said all at once not leaving Sara anytime to respond.

Catherine walked over to her freezer and took out a bag of ice; she placed it on the side and took out an ice cube. She walked over to Sara and placed it on her lip letting her fingers linger there a little longer than they should of then she told Sara to hold it there in her mothering voice. Sara politely agreed. Catherine took three steps back from Sara and looked into her eyes to let her know that she was concerned. Sara tried to smile but forgot she was holding the ice and through trying to smile the ice slipped out of her mouth. The ice travelled down through the centre of Sara's body, the coldness of the ice made Sara jump which made the towel fall off. Catherine eyes widened with pleasure. Sara stood frozen still her eyes where the towel had previously been, she could feel Catherine's eyes on her. Sara had two decisions to make, the first one to pick up the towel and ignore what had happened or the second to meet Catherine's eyes. Sara gulped down the air in her mouth and slowly raised her head, as she was raising her head she felt a hand under her chin helping her. Their eyes met. Both were filled with lust, both frozen in time, Catherine's hand still on Sara's chin. Then suddenly it happened Sara put her hand on the back of Catherine's head and pulled herself in for a fierce demanding kiss. Catherine and Sara both moaning, finally getting what they wanted. Sara ran her tongue over Catherine's lips that parted allowing Sara to explore her mouth. The kiss had so much passion Catherine felt weak, Sara felt full of power and pushed Catherine back so that Catherine was against the kitchen units. Catherine hands ran up and down Sara's back, this made Sara moan which in turn gave Catherine control of the kiss. Catherine also used Sara's loss of control to move them to the corner so that now Catherine was in front of Sara, pressing gently into her.

"Catherine, ice," Sara said to Catherine. Catherine blinked a few times and looked at Sara. She saw the towel still wrapped around her.

"Catherine are you okay? You look a bit flushed."

"Err yeah I'm fine. So ice is it yeah?" Catherine could not believe she just day dreamt about them in that way she also couldn't believe how incredibly hot it was! Catherine proceeded to open the bag of ice. Just as she got the cube out the bag the phone rang. Catherine placed the ice in Sara's hand and went to answer the phone; Catherine was too embarrassed to say anything.

Sara was feeling a little better. The ice had numbed the pain a little, she was glad Catherine hadn't asked her how it had happened! Sara felt a little vulnerable standing there in just a towel so she made her way to the bedroom to get dressed. She saw that Catherine had left her some clean clothes on the bed, she smiled at the gesture but hoped it wasn't anything to sexy!

Sara re-entered the kitchen in a tanktop and a pair of sports trousers, Catherine was sat at the table with her head in her hands. Sara walked over a smile graced upon her face however once she saw Catherine's redend, Sara's smile turned to a concered frown as she raced over and put her arm round Catherine.

"Hey, hey," Sara said in a soft tone, "What's the matter?"

Catherine stayed quiet for a few moments then she whispered, "It was Sam on the phone."

"What did he say?" Sara asked not sure if she should have asked that question.

"He didn't apologise he just said something came up."

Sara was knelt beside Catherine with her arm around Catherine's shoulder trying her best to comfort Catherine but she didn't really know if she was helping. Catherine turned to look at Sara and gave her a soft smile then she leant more into Sara seeking for more comfort.

"Sara?"

"Yes?"

"What was your dad like growing up?"

Sara bolted straight up and mumbled something about having to go and was straight out the door before Catherine could process this information. Once Catherine's mind had caught up she ran after

Sara. But Catherine was too late, she watched as Sara's car went speeding out of the road.