Title:Lady M
By: lewis771750
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13 I think. Maybe just an R
Words: 346
Disclaimer: They're still not mine. Sorry for playing with your toys everyone, but I played nicely this time. Please let me do it again?
AN: Thanks to sarapallas I got a proof-reader, thanks mrswoman. Any mistakes still remain mine of course.

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As soon as I walked back into the house I could tell something was wrong. It wasn't that late but there was absolute silence, no noise from Lindsay, no music, no TV, nothing. Actually there was a noise, a hitched breathing sound, like someone crying quietly.

I followed the sound and found Catherine curled up under Lindsey's blanket, hugging my fleece, with tears running down her face. When I reached out to touch her she jumped, unaware of my presence despite the fact I hadn't been quiet when I walked in.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I assumed Eddie or a case or similar, but the reply I got shocked me.

"You went to that meeting. I thought you didn't love me any more. That you didn't want to be with me."

Looking up into my eyes, she whispered, "Why are you here? You don't love me any more."

Although I was taken aback I managed to instantly reassure Catherine that I did love her, and that going to the conference didn't mean I didn't love her. Screwing my courage to the sticking point (to use a Grissomism†) I then pointed out that she'd encouraged me to go to the meeting, it was good for my CPD.

"I know," she sobbed, "but I never expected you to actually go."

I leaned in to kiss her, hoping by that action to prove to her what my words and my earlier actions had made her doubt. She clung to me tightly, desperately, but finally relaxed under the touch of my lips on hers.

She pulled me to her, on top of her, running her fingers under my blouse, making me shiver as her nails stimulated my nerves and ignited my lust. Our bodies started moving against each other, stimulating, teasing and finally driving each other to screaming orgasms. It was the best make-up sex ever, but without the pain, at least for me, of the argument before hand. Catherine relaxed, whispering apologies for her sudden insecurity, and murmuring: "I love you" as she finally fell asleep in my arms.

† That would be a misquote from Macbeth Act 1 Scene 7‘But screw your courage to the sticking-place’ as Lady M tries to get her husband to kill Duncan.

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