Title: Nothing
Author: Dearlylovedaimee
Rating: NC-17 All children please vacate the room immediately!
Pairing: Catherine and Sara
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters; all rights go to those who do. I am just using them
Series: Unrequited Love Series
Notes: Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

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Oh God damn my head hurts! I hardly ever drink and I am suddenly
remind of why. Where the hell am I? This looks like my pillow, and
yes these are my sheets; good I made it home! But wait a
minute...uhhhh this is not my arm and I am most certain that this
isn't my hair. Don't remember dying it strawberry blond. But
the one thing that tipped me off was the hands that definitely weren't
mine, making their way up my body; caressing my thighs, then my stomach,
and then... oooookay I think it's time to get up now, Sara!

As I hesitantly lift myself up off the bed, a polka band decided to
take up residents in my head. Pain, agony, agony pain, the two words
I would use to describe my current condition. It was no use I
couldn't do this. Finally, my body decided to give way to its
crummy state and before I knew it, I felt my head and the pillow become good
friends again.

That's okay I didn't feel like moving anyway. Besides whoever
is resting next to me is repeating a rather soft and most enjoyable
stroking motion with their hands and it is seriously turning me on
right now! But that's also a problem, the `who' part of
this not so welcome adventure is a little fuzzy. I can't imagine who it could
be and something is telling me that the revealing of identities
won't go over so well. But I swear whoever this person is should receive a
medal for the best touch. Catherine why do I let you rope me into
these kinds of situations?

If I had just made her take me home, completely ignoring any attempts
she made at being friendly. Hell, she doesn't even like me. I
know that for a fact. She doesn't even look at me half the time when
she is speaking to me. And don't ever try and suggest any other way
to do a job, because after all, mother Catherine's way is the only way.
She is such a bitch sometimes.

A bitch that was nice enough to listen to me spill my guts for almost
3 hours. I didn't completely forget all of this morning's
details. I guess she really didn't have to be so nice to me. She could have
merely dropped me off at my apartment, where I would have spent a
majority of the day lying on my couch, uncontrollably staring at the
ceiling, trying to come up with what I did wrong. But for some odd
reason she didn't do that. She just confusingly looked at me with
and asked me if I had plans. When I told her no, she without hesitation
asked me if I wanted to get a beer. I almost fell out of the seat at
the mention of the offer and with a slight grin I accepted.

It was almost flattering to think that she was trying to put on the
act for me. She doesn't think I know this, but I do. I mean give
me a little credit. I am not completely shaded from my surroundings. She
merely plays mother Catherine to everybody in the office. Mostly to
Warwick and Nick, but secretly I know she hates it when the guys only
see her as the motherly type and not the sexy, vibrant person I know
she is. How could you miss it? Those eyes, that mouth, her smile, and
that body. Oh, I could spend forever on that tight body. I never told
any body this, but once I had a dream that we were alone at a crime
scene and instead of examining the body, I examined her's
instead.

I can't help but smile as I am remembering when I woke up the
next morning only to find myself clinging tightly to one of my pillows,
the sheets were scattered and torn every which way, and my whole body
was completely sweat-soaked. I could barely breathe at the thought of
what I had just dreamed. Could I really be dreaming about another
woman, and not just that, she was a co-worker. Granted she was a very
hot co-worker, but that wasn't the point. She was Catherine; I
knew it would never happen so there was no reason for me to even think it.

Okay Sara, back to reality, because who ever my bedroom companion is,
has stopped their sensitive stroking and is attempting to roll over.
I watch in amusement and disappointment as they attempt to rollover
on their other side, and I soon feel the need to follow. So without
giving it one further thought I lift myself on my side and relinquish
my hold of their body. For some reason I feel so safe with this
stranger. They give off this vibe of comfort and protection. I am
feeling so secure that I almost forgot that I still have no idea who
this person is. I think I may have a way to find out.

They are wearing what looks like a business suit. So there is no way
to tell from that. They look too tiny and too short to be a man. So
there is only one test left to perform so I can know for certain. I
slowly began to move my hands away from their waist and straight up
their upper torso. I move so delicately as to not wake my sleeping
visitor and then I reach their chest area. I can feel two lumps right
in the middle and all of my questions are answered. It is definitely
a woman.

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Not to sound like a real man hatter or anything but after the whole
situation with Hank, I am sort of glad that it is a woman. I
don't think I will be able to look at another man for a long time. Okay,
okay that was a lie. I do have one man in particular that find rather
attractive. But he is so blind that he couldn't tell if I was
hitting on him unless you wrote it in neon across the sky. Yes, boys and
girls I am talking about Gil Grissom. But as much as I like him the
one person I really find appealing is Catherine. If only she
didn't hate me.

I guess if push comes to shove I could attempt a relationship with
Grissom, but would I be able to keep my mind focused off Catherine
long enough to get started. I should have never let her in. I always
do this to myself. I began to connect with someone and then I say or
do something to fuck it up. I can't do anything right. I
can't even be a human being long enough to enjoy my life. Catherine was right
when she told me that I often misplaced my trust and wasn't very
perceptive. I should have seen what was happening with Hank and
Elaine Alcott from the beginning. Instead stupid me just fooled
myself into thinking they were "just friends."

But Catherine knew. She figured it out from the minute she put the
bar seating chart together. I guess she must have been in this
position before, because she didn't even bat an eye at the
thought of Hank cheating on me. It's sad really because she almost seems
like she doesn't trust anyone or anything with her emotions. But I
guess I am like that too, but for completely different reasons. I don't
enjoy opening up to people because usually the reactions I get aren't
what I am looking for. But when Hank came into my life, that all started
to change. I felt like I had found another half. Sure, maybe he
wasn't my other half but at least he was someone to come home to.
And now I don't even have that.

Except for whoever is lying next to me, it looks like my bed will be
empty for quite some time now. I am more than positive that there is
no one on this earth that will ever make me change my mind. I am
official done and over with the relationship thing. I just need to
take some time for myself. I also need to wake up my sleeping guest
and get some answers as to what happened last night.

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From the looks of it we didn't have sex because we are both still
very much clothed and I was probably so drunk that I couldn't
even stay awake long enough to get it on. That still doesn't mean that
we couldn't have done other stuff. Why would Catherine just let me
go home with a complete stranger? I guess I expected a little more from
her. Oh, well here goes nothing, time to reveal the mysterious lover.


I'll just lean over here and gently wake them up and...ohhhh, oh
no, oh my God it can't be! Christ it is. Its Catherine, you've go
to be shitting me! What is she doing here, in my bed? I mean not that this
isn't a pleasant surprise but she can't really be here. She wouldn't
dare. Not if her life depended on it. I mean she hates me. Or does
she? God, she is even beautiful in the mornings.

I can't help but let out a small giggle because she has switched
her position and is now lying on her stomach with her arm draped over my
waist, attempting to pull me closer to her. So natural being the mean
person I am, I deny her. But it doesn't stop there. To compensate
for my resistance, she simply shifts her position once again, and moves
in closer to snuggle under my chin. She feels so warm and again I
find myself uncontrollably smiling at her actions. I can't
believe I am about to do this but it feels so right. I lean down and place my
lips on her forehead. I think she deserves a kiss after all I put her
through.

Just as I remove my lips from her forehead she lets out a protesting
moan and brings her lips to mine and before I know it we are kissing
full force. Not even taking time to realize what I am doing I lean
more into the kiss. I suddenly feel my mouth begin to open and she
surely follows, letting our tongues duel in a fierce battle for
control. The kiss is so intense that we don't even break for air.
Besides air is highly over rated anyway.

Before I know it my body grows a mind of its own and I feel myself
climb on top of her. Neither one of us has opened our eyes yet, but
somehow we can see exactly where to go. I can almost envision the
places that I have only dreamed about before and what I plan on doing
to them. I move from the lips, to the face, to the neck. I can feel
her body accelerate with every kiss I place upon her. Her blood is
pumping faster and faster, her pulse is out of control. She pulls me
deeper into an embrace, so deep that you can't tell where my body
begins and hers ends. I don't know what is taken control of me,
but I sure know one thing, I don't ever want to stop.

I break the kiss only for moments to regain my composure and my
breath. We both have opened our eyes now and are searching for
permission to continue. I notice the way her eyes go from confusion,
to a plead for continuance, to desire. I feel her arm moving up and
around my neck and pulling my face closer to hers and that when I
know I can't fight it any more.

We deepen our kiss once more and then I feel her hands leave the
sides of my face and make their way down my shoulders, gently
massaging my breast, and then finding the buttons of my blouse. Her
fingers slide up and down the tops of my shirt buttons, careful as
not to disturb there positions. She slowly begins to undue each
button, one after another revealing my upper body.

I just let my shirt fall around my shoulders and then I notice she is
just staring at me. She acts like she has never seen a naked body
before, just sitting there with this _expression. That's when I
realized I was blushing at the sight of the smile spreading across
her face. I couldn't be more pleased with myself because I never
in my life thought I would ever enjoy it this much. The fact that
someone else was excited by me and only me. I relish the fact that
she enjoys the sight of me almost naked, so much that I can't
wait until she sees the whole thing.

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I see her hands trying to decide what they are going to do first. She
looks so confused now that I decide to help out. I gently place my
hands over hers and move them closer to my flesh. I allow her to
explore every inch of my chest. I am enjoying the way she ever so
carefully rubs her palms over my breasts. I can tell she would like
very much to see more of me, so without giving it a second thought I
reach behind my back and begin to unclasp my bra. Then I feel her
grab my arms in protest.

"I'll do it!" she says in a husky tone.

I nod my head in agreement and let her continue where I left off. She
uses her arms, positioning herself up right, and then inches me
closer to her. She wraps her arms around my body until it looks like
she is hugging me, but in all actuality she is just trying to reach
my back. She goes slowly, like she did with my shirt. She removes
each clasp on by one and taking each strap and guiding it down my
shoulders. I can feel my bra falling down my arms and I allow her to
remove it in one swift motion.

One sight of my fully erect nipples sends her sky rocketing. Her
delicate nature disappears and she starts to attack me with a
combination of kissing and nipping. I must admit that I am turned on
by this side of Catherine and before I know it my head becomes too
heavy for my neck. I just let it tilt back in ecstasy, letting out
moans of pleasure.

I have been waiting for this too long and I can't stand it any
more. I began to paw at her shirt letting her know that I need her to stop
just long enough to let me remove it. She breaks our kissing and I
lift her shirt up over her head, revealing her sensual body. I waste
no time taking in the magnificent view before me and with one hand I
continue my removal of the barriers of clothing that are standing in
my way. I only get as far as removing her bra but that is enough to
allow me full access to her skin. She smells like White Musk and
tastes like cinnamon. I place little kisses all over and began to
make a trail down her body with my tongue, until I reach her pants. I
release her snap and unzip her fly and I have won. I can't wait
any longer because I want to feel her from the inside. I want her to know
what she does to me and how much I care. I want her to feel the
desire I am filled with and know that I want her and only her.

She is finally able to pull off my last few pieces of clothing and
she wastes no time allowing my tongue to finish its path. I reach my
final destination noticing how wet she tastes. I grab her thighs and
pull her down to my face, not even allowing breathing room. I flick
my tongue back and forth every way imaginable. I have reached her
sensitivity and with every lick I am bringer her closer to the edge.

She has entangled her fingers in my hair and is pulling it with such
great force that I am inclined to grab her right hand and lock our
fingers in a death grip. Her knuckles are turning white and her body
is moving in perfect motion with my tongue. Fast and faster we move,
harder and harder it is becoming for her to hang on, I feel her need
to let go and I am much obliged to send her falling.

I want to make this one count, so with one last sensation of my
tongue, her body arches back, her eyes clasp shut, her grip tightens
even more than before, and she lets out a small, breathy cry of my
name. They are words that I have been waiting a lifetime to hear.

"Sara, I love you!" slowly escapes from her lips and suddenly
I feel the orgasm washing over her entire body. As she comes down from her
high, I finish my feast and make my way up her body back to her face.
I place a passionate kiss upon her lips and gently brush away an
excess strand of her hair from her face.

She looks so happy to see me return to her side and in one motion I
sweep her into my arms and we collapse from exhaustion. 

I managed to sleep through the night and when I wake to greet her
with a kiss I notice she is no longer there. No Catherine, no note,
no explanation. Did I do something wrong? I am in a state of panic. I
run frantically around my apartment in search of her, but I come up
with the same thing as before, nothing.

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