1Sara wrapped her robe around herself with more than a bit of dramatic emphasis.

"Fine, I'll get dressed, but we'd have more fun if I didn't", Sara teased as she sashayed into the bedroom.

"You're telling me" Catherine muttered under her breath, turning back to her crossword. She heard a hairdryer start up from the bedroom and was satisfied that Sara was actually doing what she was told, instead of trying her damndest to tease Catherine senseless. The last few days had been so odd for Catherine. She and Sara had gone from a rather heated and public argument in which Sara accused Catherine of being, well, without mincing words, whorish, to this intense flirtation. Catherine suspected that Sara and she needed to work out the tension between them, and sex was a better way of doing it than screaming at each other. Or was it?

Catherine had meant what she told Sara, about refusing to be judged by her anymore. She was intent on being herself, and that self was flirtatious and fun loving, caring and generous. What Catherine hadn't planned on was that Sara would be ballsy enough to throw the flirtations back at Catherine. Most men didn't, couldn't, were afraid of returning Catherine's suggestive comments, touches and looks. Sara, of course, wasn't a man. She wasn't hung up about stepping over lines, or misreading cues. Sara recognized Catherine's flirtations for exactly what they were; little manipulations in order to get what she wanted out of the person with whom she was flirting. Catherine was now utterly disinterested in her crossword. Rather she was intently staring out the window trying to figure out what she wanted to "get out" of Sara. Some great sex? The ego boost that would come with bedding the woman everyone at the lab had at one time or another thought about sexually? A (dare she consider it) relationship?

Her reverie was cut short by the ringing of a phone. It wasn't Catherine's. She looked over to Sara's phone which was still charging. The display read "unknown caller". Not wanting to answer the phone, Catherine called out Sara's name, hoping to be heard over the drone of the hairdryer. No such luck. She hopped off the counter stool and headed into the bedroom with the ringing phone in her hand. She rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Sara stood in front of her full length mirror in just her panties and bra. Her arms were stretched over her head, a brush in one hand, the dryer in the other. Catherine took in Sara's long back, the muscles flexed at the effort of drying her hair. Her broad shoulders were tanned and strong and her flat stomach was stretched upwards along with the rest of her long body. Sara smirked into the mirror, seeing Catherine's slack jawed expression. Catherine had the phone in her outstretched hand. Sara switched off the dryer and turned around to Catherine. Meeting her eyes, she took the phone and held Catherine's gaze as she flipped it open and brought it to her ear.

"Hello?" she asked into the phone, not letting Catherine's gaze go. "No, I'm happy with my long-distance plan" she spoke into the phone. There was a pause as the salesperson worked his pitch. Sara patiently intoned "um hmms" and "I sees" into the phone as she stared at Catherine. As the voice on the end of the phone went on, Sara stepped towards Catherine and bent her head to Catherine's neck, "I'm really not that interested" Sara said lowly into the phone, her breath hitting off Catherine's neck. She breathed in Catherine's perfume and tentatively licked, then kissed the baby soft skin right under her jaw line. Sara's lips on Catherine's neck was their only point of connection.

Catherine's head had rolled to the side, but she clenched her hands at her side, not wanting to give into her lust just yet. The thoughts she'd had earlier about sexuality, flirtation and manipulation made her weary of just what the two were getting into. Sara apparently had had no such doubts. She knew exactly what was happening. Catherine was long overdue for a taste of her own medicine. For the last four years, Sara felt like Catherine teased and tempted her way through the lab. Now Sara made herself the lure and she was determined to see Catherine take the bait. Not to mention that Sara wanted desperately to taste Catherine on an almost daily basis. Ohhh, and that taste...

She bent a little lower and kissed Catherine's collar bone, then her breastbone, all the time murmuring into the phone her refusals, "no thank you," and "I'm a bit distracted right now," and the one that made Catherine groan, "Look, I just got out of the shower, so perhaps you could call back when I'm not soaking wet". With that Sara snapped the phone shut, and slipped it into Catherine's back pocket. She grabbed on low and underneath Catherine's ass, her fingers coming dangerously near where Catherine wanted them.

"Sara", Catherine moaned finally unclenching her fists and reaching for Sara's half-dried hair. She pulled Sara's face up from where it had been on her chest. Looking into Sara's eyes, she said with a feral tone, "What are you playing at Sidle?".

Sara smiled stepping closer into Catherine, pulling on Catherine's ass so that their lower bodies were pressed together. "Oh, come on Catherine, don't tell me you don't recognize this game".

"Sara," Catherine began "I invented this game"; with that Catherine moved a hand from Sara's hair and trailed it down Sara's torso. She traced a path in between Sara's breasts, down her smooth brown tummy and into the front of her panties. She left her hand there, not moving it, not quite touching Sara's skin, just tickling the hair there. Sara's eyes, so focused and determined, sly and playful, a minute ago were now heavy and fluttering. She tried to push herself into Catherine's hand. Catherine hadn't expected that it would take so little to get Sara to give up the reigns of control.

"Oh, fuck the game Sara", Catherine said simultaneously pressing her lips against Sara's mouth and her fingers into Sara's very wet folds. Sara whimpered into Catherine's mouth and thrusted against Catherine's fingers. With her other hand, Catherine lifted up Sara's right leg. Sara got the hint and rested her foot on the open dresser drawer behind Catherine. With more access, Catherine added another finger into Sara's heat. Sara gasped in deeply, abruptly pulling her mouth away from Catherine's, her head flying back. Catherine took the opportunity to bend her mouth to Sara's chest. She reached into the black bra with her free hand and squeezed the flesh around Sara's nipple. Sara's head was still thrown back, one of her hands had settled on her own stomach tracing circles around her belly button, the other covered Catherine's hand encouraging Catherine's pace. Catherine wasn't sure she'd ever seen anything so erotic in her life. Sara's left breast was exposed under Catherine's hand, the nipple pink and hard and awaiting attention.

"Catherine, keep, just, ohmigod, will you touch me, harder, keep going CATHERINE!" Sara groaned the last word long and low as Catherine's lips finally closed over the straining nipple. Her tongue flicked back and forth over Sara's nipple. Sara's position shifted suddenly. Her head snapped back up and her hands moved to grip the dresser behind Catherine. Sara bent her head into Catherine's neck and gasped over and over, her whole body thrusting against Catherine. Her pelvis ground against Catherine's hand as she breathed more and more erratically.

Finally she tensed against Catherine, one hand going to Catherine's hand still thrusting underneath the fabric of her underwear. She stilled Catherine's hand, and finally relaxed against her with a long groaning sigh. She lowered her leg from its perch and wrapped her arms around Catherine's clothed but now sweaty body. Sara kept her face turned into Catherine's neck as she tried to calm her breathing.

"So..." Sara said into Catherine's neck. Catherine was rubbing Sara's back in long, fluttering strokes. "Does this mean you or I won?" asked Sara.

Catherine laughed genuinely, and Sara smiled into her neck, loving the feeling of Catherine's body moving underneath her. "Sara, I think you won. Though second prize is pretty nice."

"Hmm, well Catherine, what if I wanted to share my first prize with you?" Sara began kissing Catherine's neck and moving her hands back down onto her ass.

"I'd tell you that I'm thrilled that you know how to share so nicely". Catherine's playful laugh turned into a swift intake of breath as Sara's hands moved from resting on her ass to cupping her pussy from behind.

"Mmm, yes, I love sharing".

Sara lifted Catherine up onto the dresser and stared into her eyes. "God Catherine, you make me crazy. I just want to touch you, and have you look at me, God, yeah"

Sara moaned rubbing her hands up and down Catherine's thighs. "When you look at me, and I can see you wanting me, I just want to do the most erotic thing I can think of so that you won't look away."

As Sara talked Catherine bit on her own lower lip and began undoing the buttons of her shirt. "Keep talking to me Sara".

"Catherine when you got here earlier this afternoon, I was so close to coming, just from listening to you on the phone. I knew you were thinking about me and that I had turned you on".

Catherine moaned at the thought of a sweaty Sara touching herself to Catherine's voice. "Sara you have no idea how wet you get me when you tease me" Catherine growled lifting her hips up as Sara pulled her pants down and off her sweltering legs.

Sara leaned into Catherine and whispered into her ear, "I want to see you touch yourself like you were when you left me that message".

"Oh, god Sara, but you're here, you can touch me."

"Shh, I know Catherine, I want you to look at me and I want to see you want me so badly that you can't keep your hands away from yourself." Sara was kissing Catherine's lips between words, tracing her fingers up and down Catherine's inner thighs. "Can you do that for me baby?" Sara asked squeezing Catherine's thighs and bending down to kiss Catherine's breast through the fabric of her bra.

Catherine answered by leaning her head back against the mirror on the dresser and undoing her own bra. She threw it aside and began to touch her breasts, tracing circles around her hardening nipples. Sara leaned away from Catherine and gasped at the sight before her. "That's it" she said moving away from Catherine.

"Sara, baby sit on the bed." breathed Catherine "and take off your bra, I want to see you naked" Sara turned her back to Catherine and unclasped her bra. She turned back around to face her and let the straps drop slowly down her arms.

"Oh Sara," Catherine dipped a finger into herself unsurprised at how wet she was. "Sara, I wish you were touching me", Catherine pleaded

"Just keep looking at me Catherine, imagine it is me, it is my finger inside you."

"Sara, God, deeper, touch me harder," Sara watched as Catherine expertly flicked her clit back and forth, then pressed down on it. She repeated the movement over and over, her eyes fluttering closed. Sara moved closer to Catherine, still not touching her, just loving the smell and sight of her total and un-selfconscious lust.

"Yes Sara, just like that, I want you, I want you, I want you" Catherine intoned up towards the ceiling. Sara finally relieved Catherine's hard working fingers, thrusting two of hers up into Catherine. Catherine's eyes flew open and her head jerked forward. She grabbed Sara's forearm and locked her blue eyes with the intensity of the brown ones that met her gaze. She pushed against Sara, rhythmically, moaning "yes, Sara, thank you, oh baby, yes, I want you so much".

Sara was so close to coming again herself as Catherine had found Sara's soaked panties and slid her fingers against Sara in rhythm with her own thrusts. Catherine's hands stilled as the pace of her hips suddenly increased. Sara leaned into Catherine, crushing the thrusting blonde against her "come for me, I want you to come".

Catherine moaned, her hips moving impossibly fast against Sara. "Deeper baby, oh fuck!" Catherine sounded desperate as Sara thrusted her hand deeper and harder into Catherine. Catherine shouted out an unintelligible string of words before leaning back limply against the mirror. Sara, kept her fingers inside Catherine, and bent down to lick the rivulets of sweat from Catherine's chest and neck. "I guess coming second isn't always a bad thing eh Cath?" Sara smirked down at her recovering lover.