Hey Guys got a new one for you! the previous story I was working on lost it's appeal to me, and life caught up so naturally it didn't survive :( Have no fear though, life is backing off for a bit, so I have time to write my new ship, Puckentine! without further ado, here ya gooo!

Chapter 1

"Cat! What the hell! Get in here!" Sam screams from their split bedroom.

Cat enters cautiously, with a nervous smile on her face, knowing full well the reason for Sam's outburst.

"Whaty?" she murmurs.

Sam narrows her eyes into slits and points at the bed, "Why. Are. My. Sheets. PINK?" She asked in a low, gritted growl. Cat's eyes dart around the room, hoping to find something to distract Sam with, using her supposed "stupidity" to her advantage. She fully knows she should've checked if the sheets were separated first when she did the load of laundry, but she felt lazy at the time and figured what the hell it would be fine.

But unfortunately, it wasn't fine, as her sheets are now a vibrant hue of pink.

She slowly looks Sam in the eyes and chuckles nervously before speaking, trying to convey her cutest "I'm so sorry, that was my bad!" pout.

"I… I forgot to separate the sheets when I washed them… I'm sorry!" She whimpers, jutting her lower lip more to make her pout as cute as she can.

Sam's breath hitches, barely being audible before clearing her throat and sighing out a casual "whatever." and hastily leaves the room. She could've sworn she says a slight hint of a blush on her face, but dismissed it as she relishes escaping her near-death experience.

SAM POV

Sam goes to the kitchen to fetch herself a bottle of root beer, because it seems like it's the only thing keeping her at bay when it comes to the redhead. It's been a few months since she's moved in with Cat, and everyday seems to be as adventurous as the next. Who knew babysitting was such a ride?

She opens the fridge and grabs one of her many bottles of root beer for these occasions; the ones where she needs to keep strong emotions in check; strong emotions towards a redhead named Cat.

Yes, she had feelings for Cat. She was past denying it at this point in their relationship. Their daily shenanigans only served to fortify and enlighten her to the fact. She adores that beautiful red hair of hers that serve as a perfect frame for accentuating her near flawless features; her soft round pools of chocolate for eyes that you could gaze into forever if you wanted to, her cute button nose that crinkle in the most adorable way when she laughs, her amazing dimples, and puffy lips that always seem to be frozen in a beautiful, everlasting smile. Oh how she would like to be able to taste those lips…

"You're letting the cold out, you know" She feels her breathed on her ear and she jerks out of her daydream. She quickly whips around to see Cat standing extremely close to her, and realizes she had just snuck up on her, (trying not to think of the fact that the way she whispered in her ear made her was so sexy, it made her uncomfortably moist).

"Cat don't sneak up on me like that! I could've bitten your nose off!" Sam exclaims, still recovering from that doozy of a rush Cat had caused her body.

Cat's eyes widen as she gasps and shoots her hand to cover her nose and mouth. "NO! I need it to smell nice things!" and runs and leaps onto the couch facedown, hiding from Sam and her supposed threat to bite her nose off.

Sam closes her eyes and sighs, "Of all the girls I could've fallen for, it had to be this one?" she whispers to herself.

She closes the fridge as to not let anymore of the cold out and proceeds to pop open her bottle of root beer and chug it until finished. There, she feels much better now. Something about the concoction that is in root beer does well in quelling her raging emotions towards the small redhead. If it weren't for the root beer, she fears she would've already lost control and have done very, VERY in appropriate things with Cat. She is shaken out of her thoughts once again by Cat calling out her name repeatedly.

She shakes her head vigorously before replying, "Uhh yea sorry, say that again?" she replies.

"I said are you still mad at me?" She says with that goddamn pout again.

Sam sighs, thinking of getting another bottle, but deciding against it. "Naw kid, we're ok now."

Cat smiles widely before jumping up and running to Sam and enveloping her in a very tight, what she considers friendly, hug.

Sam's hormones apparently didn't get the memo.

Her breath shallows and as her eyes flutter; fully aware hoe her body was fitting perfectly with every curve of the redhead's petite figure. She could feel her small but perky breasts pushed up against her own, making her skin very hot, and her wide hips thrust up against her inner thighs, making her brain spiral. She was resisting every urge to put her hands on her tight round butt, but fought it as hard as she can and settled by resting them on the small of her back.

After a few more seconds she clears her throat and quickly says, "Okay! That's enough hugging! Mama's not a hugger!"

Cat quickly releases her and has a such a toothy smile on her face at the moment, that Sam had to smile in return. They look into each other's eyes for a moment longer before Cat averts it and says "I gotta pee!" in a barely audible stutter and swiftly excuses herself from the room, leaving Sam alone. She could've sworn she saw a hint of a blush on the redhead's face, but dismisses it a moment later. She releases the breath she didn't know she was holding and sits on the couch and lies on her back. She feels the lulls of sleeps beckon her as she starts to drift off, as dealing with the redhead was both emotionally and physically draining. Her eyes soon grow heavy, and she drifts off into a relaxed sleep, dreaming of how the mess of feelings she now harbors came to be…

DREAM FLASHBACK

It's now a month after meeting the redhead, and she's just settling into her new "home" so to speak. She's just out in the back cleaning her motorcycle of all the dirt and grime that tends to collect on the surface when she hears Cat casually singing in the kitchen. She was pleasantly surprised to hear that the redhead was a very talented and accomplished singer, as she could tell from the flawless string of notes emanating from her direction. She finishes cleaning what's left of the dirt on her bike and heads inside to investigate.

She closes the door behind her as she peers around the corner to see what she was up to. Cat was now just humming out notes as she was rolling ground meat into ball form, and placing them on a baking tray. She was wearing a frilly pink top, with her casual blue skinny jeans, and a plain white apron. Even with the simplest clothes on, Sam found it difficult to see the redhead as anything besides "cute" or "adorable". She watch a while longer, now leaning against the wall and crossing her arms, with a smirk on her face, Cat still not alerted to her presence.

After a couple more passing moments, she speaks up, "Whatcha doin'?" She says in a fun casual way. Cat jumps a little and turns her head to look at Sam with a smile on her face.

"Oh hey! Didn't hear you come in! did you finish cleaning your motorcycle? How long have you been standing there?" She ask in typical Cat fashion.

Sam chuckles, "Oh not long just a minute or so. Yea just finished and came to check on where the music was from coming from, turns out it was from your mouth." She jokes.

Cat smiles and giggles and returns her focus to the meatballs.

"Yea that was me. I'm a singer after all." She says

"Oh yea I remember you saying you went to a performing school?" Sam replies.

"Yea! Hollywood Arts." She states.

"Yea that's the one. Well if your little demo was something to go by, then I think by all means you deserve to go to that school." She says with smirk.

Cat freezes and stops to turn and face Sam. She has a softened adoring look in her eyes as she looks in Sam's.

"Y-you really think so?" She asks slowly. Sam notices the doubt in her voice; not so much at her, but at the simple statement she made to her singing. She didn't feel right with Cat feeling like that, So she does her best to assure her.

"Are you kidding? Your voice is amazing! If I didn't know better, you're getting all the leads in all the plays or concerts or whatever you guys do there. I know so." She exclaims with as much enthusiasm as one Sam can muster.

Cat shifts a little and averts her eyes to her feet. She fiddles with her fingers before quietly speaking.

"No, I don't get the leads. There are other who do, but never me. I-I'm just not right for them." She says solemnly.

"What are you talking about? How are you not getting them? There must be some mistake then, because there's no way you aren't getting those leads with a voice like yours!" She says in disbelief.

"Sam it's okay, I'm okay with it, I really am. It's just how things are and I wouldn't want it any other way." She says with a small smile. She goes over to Sam and slips her arms around her waist, hugging her gently and nuzzling into her neck; a move which takes Sam by surprise, but she allows it anyways because of the situation.

"Uhh, Cat-…" Sam stutters awkwardly.

"Thank you though, Sam. For saying those things." Cat says into Sam's shoulder.

She releases Sam and smiles as she gazes into the blonde's eyes. Sam still recovering from the awkward position in the hug, returns the look and smiles softly. "You're welcome. And for the record, I meant every word." She says with all the sincerity she can muster.

Cat seems to takes notice and her smiles falters a little, but soon regains it as she looks deeper into Sam's eyes, now with a more adoring look.

At the moment, when their eyes met, with smiles on their faces, almost like at a flick of a switch, Sam's heart skips a beat, and her smile instantly drops.

She quickly detaches herself from the petite redhead and excuses herself to the washroom as fast as her legs could take her, leaving Cat standing there dumbfounded.

She goes inside the washroom and locks the door, to make sure she's not disturbed. She leans against the door and tilts her head back, closing her eyes and releasing a deep sigh. She goes to the sink and turns the water to freezing cold and splashes her face a couple times for good measure. She looks at herself and says to her reflection, "What the hell was that?" She does a damage check on herself and finds during that whole interaction, she had gotten soaking wet in her nether region, her skin's flushed red, and her heart began racing the moment after her heart skipped a beat, and it still is.

"What happened out there? It's just Cat. I've never had that reaction before from touching her though…" She contemplates.

"But I recognize that feeling… It's familiar, just like that time when Freddie and I… Oh. No…" the realization suddenly hitting her. Her eyes widen at her reflection and she pushes off the sink and proceeds to pace back and forth in the small washroom.

"NOnononononono this is impossible! I don't even-wha-how-Cat's a girl!" She babbles on as she struggles to find reason in this madness. After much thinking and contemplating, (and random frustrated babbling), she finally concludes with two things: one; she now has an unexpected attraction to her redheaded roommate, and two; she can't have the said attraction to her roommate. It would complicate things on so many levels, as well as ruin a good thing they have going.

"I can't have these feelings… not with her. It'll just be a mistake..." She resigns to herself.

With a newfound dilemma on her hands, the blonde goes to the sink once again, runs the water cold, and splashes her face one last time, before getting cleaned up and leaving the small bathroom.

END DREAM FLASHBACK

Sam wakes up in a slight jolt and realizes she had slept for a measly 20 minutes. She sighs and rubs her face, before sitting up and hanging her head low. It's been 6 months now, and the dream keeps coming back, reminding her of the feelings she tries desperately hard to resist.

"If you're out there God, you must be turning in your sleep knowing what I'm going through." She says to the ceiling, and smirk appearing on her face. She then gets up to go to the washroom to get ready for their babysitting job that afternoon, although she wouldn't have minded if they bailed on the girls. Cat would though, she'd be worried about something silly like their parents would leave them with someone with green hair and if they would would leave them with someone with a unique hair color it should be her. "Oh jeez that girl is even in my head now…" Sam grumbles.

Speaking of the said girl, she went to the washroom 20 minutes ago. She should've been done what, like 19 minutes ago? Where'd that redhead go?

CAT POV

Quickly making her way to the washroom, she locks the door behind her and leans on the door and closes her eyes. Her heart's beating a mile a minute, and her skin is hot as fire, on top of that, she's soaking wet in her underwear.

"Oh god, I'm so hot right now…" She breathes out. "I have to deal with this now or I won't be normal around her later, let alone the kids…" She whispers.

Without missing a beat, she strips her pink cardigan, leaving her pink top on and strips her pants and underwear in one fell swoop. With her wet sex exposed she leans on the sink as her hands go to work at her heated body. She massages her left breast with her left hand, kneading it with vigor, and her right hand instantly dips into her dripping wet mound. She lets out a suppressed moan and begins to pump and rub with as much speed and lust as her body compels her to, while her left hand makes good work of her breasts.

"Oh Sam... god…" She breathes as she pumps with continuous rhythm and enthusiasm. Her jaw slacks as she feels her impending climax about to achieve its peak.

"Ughh Sam! I-I'm coming! I'm coming for you baby!" She exclaims with quiet ferocity. As her orgasm hits her, her eyes fly open and without warning, her pussy squirts a clear liquid all over the floor as she furiously rubs herself to the finish.

After a series of spasms and broken breaths, she realizes what just happened. "Oh man, not again… that's the second time this week…" She said in resignation to the act she just committed in their bathroom. She sighs, knowing what she had done, but more for who it was done for. It had been months in the making, and each day getting worse and worse. She had to relieve herself more and more over time, as her feelings for a certain blonde grew stronger and stronger with it. She was coming to terms with two facts: one; she had feelings for Sam, strong ones at that. Two; she must hide those feelings from her, for it will cause things to fall apart faster than they built it.

"I can't feel this way about her… I just can't." she says to herself. She looks at her reflection, still naked from the waist down. "Huh good luck with that, you know what she does to you." She chuckles to herself. She quickly gets dressed and cleans up the mess she's made, albeit there was a lot.

After cleaning the remaining mess, she leans on the sink and closes her eyes. Her mind goes back to the time where it all started; that day she was making meatballs and singing happily and Sam was just outside, cleaning her motorcycle…

Please R&R! Much thanks! Very welcome!