Title: Take the Trash Out Day
By: lewis771750
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Challenge: West Wing Titles
Rating: R I guess for drug references
Disclaimer: Not mine, Jerry and the people at CBS would never be quite this twisted:) But it is all just for fun, honest.
Spoilers: none this time
AN: A different take to nepeace, I wonder why this title works so well... Yet again my psychic version of iTunes came up with a really appropriate song first time out.

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I woke up as so often these days wrapped in arms and legs, Sara's arms and legs to be precise. She was holding me spooned against her, with one of her beautiful long legs hooked over mine. Even asleep she wouldn't let me get too far away from her.

Not that I was complaining. I didn't just want a lover, I wanted someone who loved both me and Lindsey totally and Sara did love us both. She was also the hottest lover I've ever had.

Rather reluctantly I tried to stir from this comfortable embrace. Sara didn't really wake up, but she muttered in her sleep and pulled me in tighter. I let her do that, and slipped round as much as I could in her grasp so I could kiss her. She still didn't wake, but then she'd just worked three triple shifts in a row and been sent home because Grissom had caught her asleep in the evidence room. She had been awake enough to come here instead of to her apartment, and although she'd woken me up when she arrived I'd been delighted to see her.

We'd got past the phase where every time we ended up together there had to be sex, we were turning into a regular long-term couple in many ways. In fact I'd laughed out loud as Sara took her clothes off and tumbled into bed reminding me it was trash day in the morning. Although she doesn't have as much practise as me she can make undressing as erotic as I can imagine, but this was simply getting ready for bed. Something I don't think either of us had really believed would happen. Reminding me about the trash, that just reminded me of Eddie. He never took the trash out himself, and him rolling into bed drunk, stoned or whatever and reminding me of the chores, that was familiar. Sara did more than her fair share of chores, and was an inventive and attentive lover, but just that comment as she passed out amused me.

I managed to escape from the clutches of my love just as I heard the trash cart coming down the road. I grabbed a robe and slipped it on, running out with the trash just in time. They might have got an eyeful, but who cares. I was glad I'd spent that extra minute in her arms.

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