Title: Romantic Fluff: Gatorade Fantasy
By: Listener15
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just a little fluff challenge. Do I ever write fluffs that aren't a challenge?

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Catherine leaned over to look at herself in the side mirror of her SUV, straightening her hair nervously.

"We've been dating for four months now, you'd think I'd be over this" she said to her reflection. "I'm too old for this." Deciding that her hair wasn't going to get any better, she abandoned the mirror and took the elevator up to the sixth floor to Sara's apartment. A quick straightening of her shirt and she knocked on the door.

"Just a minute!" Came the shout from inside. Sara opened the door. "Catherine? You're here early."

The blonde looked at her watch then up to her date. "Only by five minutes."

Sara stepped to the side and let Catherine in, who could not keep her eyes off the sweaty brunette. "I guess my clock battery died. Give me twenty minutes and I'll be ready."

"Take your time" murmured Catherine as she continued to check Sara out in her white t-shirt and shorts.

Long exposed legs walked to the kitchen. "Did you say something Cath?"

"Hmm? Oh just that there's no rush hun." She followed Sara to the kitchen vaguely remembering that staring wasn't polite.

"Want something to drink?" Sara opened the refrigerator.

"No, but I'll take a kiss." Catherine walked to Sara and slid her arms around the taller woman's neck.

"But I'm all-" She didn't get to finish her sentence as she felt Catherine's lips on hers. "Hmm...Let me drink this and shower then we'll be on our way."

The older woman backed up and sat on the kitchen table. "Purple Gatorade?"

Sara grinned. "After every workout." With that she opened the bottle and started chugging the sports drink.

Riveted, Catherine watched Sara's neck as she drank. A slow purple droplet of Gatorade fell down over her chin and down her throat. If this was some cheesy movie she would splash the rest of that drink over her head, soaking her white t-shirt and you...could...see...every...curve... The blonde's eyes glazed over as images of a soaking wet Sara danced, quite literally, across her mind's eyes.

Catherine gave a startled yelp when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder.

"Back from where ever you were?"

"Huh?" Catherine was trying to keep self from imagining a wet dancing Sara.

"When I said that I was quitting, moving from Las Vegas, and becoming an Alaskan nudist and you didn't say anyth-"

The only thing that penetrated Catherine's mind was the word nudist. She could have sworn there was an audible pop as imagined Wet Sara became Nude Wet Sara.

"Umm, Cath?" Sara managed to get out as the blonde pinned her to the wall kissing her passionately. "We have...uhh..." the brunette moaned. "Dinner?"

"Shower." Catherine never let go of Sara as they made their way down the hall. In fact, they never did make it to the restaurant.

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