A/N: Ta-da! I'm back! Haha. So I've been TRYING to work on this other fic (pipergilmore, you know lol) but it is just being a pain in my butt. Then, I made a Cath/Sara video on youtube to "I Touch Myself" (under the screen name "shanmga," go ahead an look it up) and well, I got inspired... :) This is basically going to be endless smutt, and a lot more lighthearted than my other fics (including the other I am working on), so I hope you all enjoy!

And as always, reviews, reviews, reviews please!! Maybe they will help unstick me from the rut I am in with my other fic... :)

Catherine sat alone in her office, still seething.

"I haven't had sex in six- no, seven months!"

Catherine groaned as she recalled her confession to Grissom, the one she'd made moments before he blew up at her, accusing her of "ethically compromising the lab."

True, it had been months since she'd gotten laid. But the last time she'd had good sex? It had to be more like, years. These men- no, not men. They may be fully grown, but they were just boys. These boys, simply couldn't satisfy her, or were too preoccupied with themselves to try.

She seemed to live in a perpetual state of arousal, and now she was angry at Grissom for his accusations. Horny and pissed off. Not exactly an ideal combination. Against her better judgment, she slid a hand between her legs, desperate to relieve some of the pressure. She imagined strong, yet gentle hands touching her. Soft, full lips on her skin. Her pace quickened.

Just as she became bold enough to reach up and unbutton her pants, she halted with a start as she heard a knock on the door. The intruder didn't wait for a reply before invading the room, and Catherine's not-so-private moment.

Catherine's already flushed cheeks burned even deeper, as she came face to face with the possessor of the hands and lips she'd been fantasizing about only seconds before.

"Sara," she huffed breathlessly, swallowing hard to choke back her embarrassment. Sara squinted quizzically as she took in Catherine's appearance. Her eyes began to travel the room with suspicion, as Catherine became increasingly uncomfortable. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary aside from Catherine, Sara leaned slightly to the side to peer under Catherine's desk. Seeing nothing there either, she returned her eyes to Catherine's, smirking as she pursed her lips in that Sidle way that Catherine usually found terribly adorable.

"Am I… interrupting something?" Sara asked knowingly, the smirk never leaving her face.

Just me touching myself in my office while I think about you… If possible, Catherine blushed even more at the thought.

"Not at all," she replied, holding the sides of her chair in a death grip. If she thought horny and pissed off was a bad combination, throwing her into an enclosed space with the brunette after having wound herself up had to be damn near lethal. Her knuckles were turning white as she used all her will power not to jump up and pin Sara against the wall.

"Your DNA results," Sara said, extending a manila folder to Catherine. She continued to grin, and Catherine became torn between the urge to slap her or fuck her, becoming all the more frustrated at the knowledge that she could get away with neither scenario. "Greg asked me to drop them off."

Catherine stood and took the folder, quickly thanking Sara as she opened it and pretended to read. Like she could really focus on DNA results right now…

"So, having fun?" Sara chirped. Catherine looked at her wide eyed, knowing Sara knew exactly what she had been doing. Though probably not who she'd been thinking of while she did.

"Don't you have work to do?" Catherine snapped defensively.

"Sure," Sara said devilishly, taking a step closer. "I'll let you get back to business."

"Don't mess with me Sidle," Catherine warned. "I'll get you back."

Sara leaned closer, close enough that Catherine could feel her breath on her ear, before whispering, "I can't wait," and leaving the room. Catherine shuddered involuntarily as she brought her hand up to her face, as though she could lock in the sensation of Sara's breath on her skin.

She threw the folder on to her desk and headed for the locker room, the mixture of throbbing and moisture between her legs making the simple act of walking a rather unpleasant feat. She grabbed her things from her locker and bolted to her car, heading for home.

No way in hell a quickie in her office was going to relieve anything now.