FF: Phantasm: Part 3
Disclaimer: See prologue.
Part III: - Butterfly's Wings.
I'm lying in Sara's arms. I admit it wasn't professional, but I needed to get my head together. And that involved watching Sara pulling apart a car. The sight of her working up a sweat relaxed me a lot. She was there. I could actually see her. And the look of surprise when she had turned around to see me there was an unexpected treat when her half shy and half goofy little half smile appeared.
That was my highlight after I returned from my Sara watching to find out that Lurie had been drugged with a pain killer. So it prolonged the torture. He wouldn't of realised how much pain he was in... The killer really went to work on him. The pain killer would extended the torture...
Sara's quite happily passed out. I prop myself up, studying her face. She's relaxed, there's a little smile on her face. It twitches slightly.
I sigh. Would I kill for her? I admit I nearly whaled on that EMT guy - Hank I think his name was - for trying to hit on her while I was standing there. I like to think I've got a stronger moral compass than the killer.
Ever since we got together Sara's changed. Not changed per se. She still seeks approval from Gil, but she seeks approval from me as well. I smile, sometimes she's like an eager little puppy. It's adorable, but I wonder why she feels like she needs approval. Maybe one day she'll tell you why.
"Catherine?" Sara whispers in my ear.
I jump slightly, Sara's hold on me tightens, "Yeah?"
"You thinking about the case?" She asks me.
I nod, I kiss her gently. Then move so I can straddle her.
"Cath..." She pulls away, "What are you up to?" She asks me.
I look at her, then slide my hands up her top, "Horny." I tell her.
Sara looks at me, her face is disbelieving, "Uh huh." She warns me, "Something's eating at you Catherine." She looks at me, sitting up, I settle into her lap, "Talk to me."
I move my hand up to her face, tracing her cheekbones and jaw, I smile then lean in and kiss her cheek, "It's the Marlin case. The two bodies found were two of the men in her life."
Sara blinks, "What else sweetheart?" She dips her head, so she can look me in the eye, "Tell me please Catherine."
"I think it's one of Debbie's callers. Vincent Lurie was one of the dead." I don't say that I'm worried about her. I shouldn't be, it's not her that was the reason for the deaths, but it feels like it is.
Sara kisses me softly. "I'm here." She tells me, "I want to protect you Catherine, I know I can't but I hope that you can talk to me. I don't want to be pushed away like you did when Eddie died and I couldn't put it right." She pauses, "Please don't push me away Catherine. I can't cope when you do that."
I remember, I pushed her away, couldn't speak to her. Until after the funeral. And it was an argument that evolved into rough sex. We nearly split up. The only thing that stopped us was her pleading. I finally saw how much it had affected her as well. "I'm scared." I tell her truthfully.
"Don't be." She tells me, "From what I can gather, and what I've heard." She says, "Who ever killed them has revenge. We've just got to pick up the pieces now. Give some sort of closure. Maybe even give some closure to the Marlin case as well." She kisses me, slowly. "I'm not her. I will never be her." She kisses me again. "I know it was hard for you, it was hard for me too. Having people look at you funny for a couple of days afterwards. But this is a different case, it may have it's roots in the Marlin case. But it's not about her. It's about trying to find who ever killed those men. The past is the past, it's been and gone, so focus on the future." Sara looks at me, "C'mere." She pulls me into her arms. I snuggle into her.
I smile, "How did you get so smart?" I tease her.
Sara laughs, "Harvard, and a wonderful teacher." She teases.
I kiss her. This time she lets me move my hands. They're pulling her t-shirt over her head. She's not wearing a bra. I can feel that when I move my hands across her back. I can feel the scars where they are. I pull her up to me, kissing her softly. "I need you." I whisper letting the words fall, "I need you Sara."
Sara exhales, she kisses me again, it's only a whisper of a touch. "I know Catherine." She whispers softly, "I know."
I let her pull away, I move my mouth to her neck, as her hands move to my top. I let her take it off me.
"You're beautiful." Sara tells me, her hands stroke along my back, she knows how sensitive my back is. I sigh, but I'm not letting her turn the tables on me. I'm going to make love to her now, she's not going to seduce me.
I move my hands so I can pin Sara's hands over her head. She looks up at me, "Aren't I allowed to touch?" She asks innocently.
I growl in the back of my throat, "You can touch, but only when I let you." I reply before I kiss her hard.
What ever she might have to say is swallowed up by me kissing her. I let go of her hands and start moving down, I move down sliding off her lap. She pulls away from the kiss.
"What are you doing?" Sara asks me breathing hard, "Where are you going?" She asks softly.
"I'm going to make you feel good Sara." I tell her. I reach for her shorts, pulling them down over the legs that I love to feel wrapped around me. She arches as I scrape my nails over the skin. Mmm.
I drop my own underwear so we're both naked. I rest on my heels so I can admirer her for a few seconds. She's wet, I know that, just waiting for me to touch her. I lick my lips. I move my hands. I move so I can tease her with light touches all over her body. She writhes as I tease her with light touches. I don't want to stop.
Sara jerks away from me as soon as I touch her. She wants it slow, but I want it fast tonight, I've got an urge to sedate. I reach back and hold her down. I work my tongue in-between her lips. She's soaked, all waiting for me. I move my thumb so I can touch her clit. The touch is electric, she almost tries to sit up. I press my free hand against her stomach. I thrust my tongue inside her. As far as it can go.
Sara's hips start moving. Slowly, but I'm not having that, I curl my tongue upwards and start to move faster. Sara's hips join in. She's close. I can sense it. I continue to stroke my thumb over her clit.
I reach up with my free hand, then Sara's hand stops it. She entwines our fingers, then I feel her let go. Her grip on my hand tightens. Her body quakes.
I get pull out of her, she smiles, "Catherine -." She goes to say.
I kiss her stomach, "Hush." I tell her sweetly, "I'm not finished with you." I tell her as I straddle her thigh, and bring two fingers inside her.
Sara's eyes widen as she welcomes the intrusion. I work another finger inside her as she moves against my fingers. She's still recovering from her first orgasm, the second one will come easier than the last one.
I grind myself against her thigh, seeing her like this turns me on, and I want to come as well as her. I can't let her have all the fun. It would be really unfair for her to enjoy all the fun. Looking at her like this, sweat is gleaming on her skin, her nipples are hard, her eyes are wide...
"Oh God." She hisses. I watch her as she arches off the bed. She bends so beautifully. I keep moving inside her. Trying to prolong her second climax. Fuck, that feels good. I bend down and bury my face in her neck.
I just hope she mistakes my tears for ones of joy. I don't know why I'm crying. I take a deep breath as I shudder along with her. Her hands dig into my hips as she tries desperately to ground herself.
The sweet sting pushes me over I groan into her neck, enjoying my own climax, it's not as strong as when she's making love to me but it's very welcome none the less.
I finally move my head up. Her eyes are shut, she's breathing hard. I watch sweat roll down her body, I bend my head to catch one of the beads of sweat off her torso. That gets me a shiver and a soft plead, "No more please." She opens her eyes, they're unfocused, the pupil has almost obliterated the iris. It's hard to tell where the black ends and the brown starts. I love that look.
I move back up her torso, kissing my way back up. I'm careful not mark her. I like to mark, so does Sara but it's not the time for marking. Plus I don't want to give Greg an excuse to do his unofficial 'love bite scan'. Sara nearly killed him when she caught on to why he was scanning her neck so much.
I finally reach her face, I gently slide my hand out of her, which gets me a very pleasant moan, I lift my hand up so I can taste her.
I slowly lick her juices off my fingers. I hear her say, "You know how sexy you look doing that?"
I look at her, a tired but stated half smile on her face, "No." I tease smiling as she shifts against the bed.
"Very very very sexy." Sara licks her lips, "C'mere." She tells me, "I want a kiss." She demands, smirking at me.
I smile then lean over her, kissing her, then letting her tease my mouth open so she can taste me. I open my mouth and let her taste me and her mixed all up together. She purrs at the taste. I pull away from Sara.
"I love you Catherine." She whispers, "I didn't mean to hurt you." She moves her hands, examining the wounds she's left on my hips.
"It's OK." I whisper, kissing her again. I pull away, "I'm just..."
"Tense nervous." She kisses me again, "In need of a stress reliever."
I chuckle. Then I move off her and then turn onto my side, pulling her close, letting her snuggle up to me. I let my fingers trace over her skin.
"Did you?" Sara asks me softly.
"Uh huh." I tell her, "You made me." I tell her, I'm not lying. Sometimes she doesn't need to touch me, just having her under me or over me coming or about to come I can't resist her. "I nearly came again when you touched me." I whisper in her ear. "My Sara." I kiss her ear nibbling on the ear lobe.
Sara smiles sleepily, "Your Sara." She mumbles content. "My Catherine." She extends the ownership back to me happily kissing my lips.
"Your Catherine." I agree with her. She turns onto her back, this time I move, snuggling up to her throwing a leg over her hip. She smiles at the possessive gesture.
I pull the covers over us. "Sleep now Catherine." She mumbles into my ear, kissing when she's finished, "Sleep."
***
End Of Part 3
Part III: - Butterfly's Wings.
I'm lying in Sara's arms. I admit it wasn't professional, but I needed to get my head together. And that involved watching Sara pulling apart a car. The sight of her working up a sweat relaxed me a lot. She was there. I could actually see her. And the look of surprise when she had turned around to see me there was an unexpected treat when her half shy and half goofy little half smile appeared.
That was my highlight after I returned from my Sara watching to find out that Lurie had been drugged with a pain killer. So it prolonged the torture. He wouldn't of realised how much pain he was in... The killer really went to work on him. The pain killer would extended the torture...
Sara's quite happily passed out. I prop myself up, studying her face. She's relaxed, there's a little smile on her face. It twitches slightly.
I sigh. Would I kill for her? I admit I nearly whaled on that EMT guy - Hank I think his name was - for trying to hit on her while I was standing there. I like to think I've got a stronger moral compass than the killer.
Ever since we got together Sara's changed. Not changed per se. She still seeks approval from Gil, but she seeks approval from me as well. I smile, sometimes she's like an eager little puppy. It's adorable, but I wonder why she feels like she needs approval. Maybe one day she'll tell you why.
"Catherine?" Sara whispers in my ear.
I jump slightly, Sara's hold on me tightens, "Yeah?"
"You thinking about the case?" She asks me.
I nod, I kiss her gently. Then move so I can straddle her.
"Cath..." She pulls away, "What are you up to?" She asks me.
I look at her, then slide my hands up her top, "Horny." I tell her.
Sara looks at me, her face is disbelieving, "Uh huh." She warns me, "Something's eating at you Catherine." She looks at me, sitting up, I settle into her lap, "Talk to me."
I move my hand up to her face, tracing her cheekbones and jaw, I smile then lean in and kiss her cheek, "It's the Marlin case. The two bodies found were two of the men in her life."
Sara blinks, "What else sweetheart?" She dips her head, so she can look me in the eye, "Tell me please Catherine."
"I think it's one of Debbie's callers. Vincent Lurie was one of the dead." I don't say that I'm worried about her. I shouldn't be, it's not her that was the reason for the deaths, but it feels like it is.
Sara kisses me softly. "I'm here." She tells me, "I want to protect you Catherine, I know I can't but I hope that you can talk to me. I don't want to be pushed away like you did when Eddie died and I couldn't put it right." She pauses, "Please don't push me away Catherine. I can't cope when you do that."
I remember, I pushed her away, couldn't speak to her. Until after the funeral. And it was an argument that evolved into rough sex. We nearly split up. The only thing that stopped us was her pleading. I finally saw how much it had affected her as well. "I'm scared." I tell her truthfully.
"Don't be." She tells me, "From what I can gather, and what I've heard." She says, "Who ever killed them has revenge. We've just got to pick up the pieces now. Give some sort of closure. Maybe even give some closure to the Marlin case as well." She kisses me, slowly. "I'm not her. I will never be her." She kisses me again. "I know it was hard for you, it was hard for me too. Having people look at you funny for a couple of days afterwards. But this is a different case, it may have it's roots in the Marlin case. But it's not about her. It's about trying to find who ever killed those men. The past is the past, it's been and gone, so focus on the future." Sara looks at me, "C'mere." She pulls me into her arms. I snuggle into her.
I smile, "How did you get so smart?" I tease her.
Sara laughs, "Harvard, and a wonderful teacher." She teases.
I kiss her. This time she lets me move my hands. They're pulling her t-shirt over her head. She's not wearing a bra. I can feel that when I move my hands across her back. I can feel the scars where they are. I pull her up to me, kissing her softly. "I need you." I whisper letting the words fall, "I need you Sara."
Sara exhales, she kisses me again, it's only a whisper of a touch. "I know Catherine." She whispers softly, "I know."
I let her pull away, I move my mouth to her neck, as her hands move to my top. I let her take it off me.
"You're beautiful." Sara tells me, her hands stroke along my back, she knows how sensitive my back is. I sigh, but I'm not letting her turn the tables on me. I'm going to make love to her now, she's not going to seduce me.
I move my hands so I can pin Sara's hands over her head. She looks up at me, "Aren't I allowed to touch?" She asks innocently.
I growl in the back of my throat, "You can touch, but only when I let you." I reply before I kiss her hard.
What ever she might have to say is swallowed up by me kissing her. I let go of her hands and start moving down, I move down sliding off her lap. She pulls away from the kiss.
"What are you doing?" Sara asks me breathing hard, "Where are you going?" She asks softly.
"I'm going to make you feel good Sara." I tell her. I reach for her shorts, pulling them down over the legs that I love to feel wrapped around me. She arches as I scrape my nails over the skin. Mmm.
I drop my own underwear so we're both naked. I rest on my heels so I can admirer her for a few seconds. She's wet, I know that, just waiting for me to touch her. I lick my lips. I move my hands. I move so I can tease her with light touches all over her body. She writhes as I tease her with light touches. I don't want to stop.
Sara jerks away from me as soon as I touch her. She wants it slow, but I want it fast tonight, I've got an urge to sedate. I reach back and hold her down. I work my tongue in-between her lips. She's soaked, all waiting for me. I move my thumb so I can touch her clit. The touch is electric, she almost tries to sit up. I press my free hand against her stomach. I thrust my tongue inside her. As far as it can go.
Sara's hips start moving. Slowly, but I'm not having that, I curl my tongue upwards and start to move faster. Sara's hips join in. She's close. I can sense it. I continue to stroke my thumb over her clit.
I reach up with my free hand, then Sara's hand stops it. She entwines our fingers, then I feel her let go. Her grip on my hand tightens. Her body quakes.
I get pull out of her, she smiles, "Catherine -." She goes to say.
I kiss her stomach, "Hush." I tell her sweetly, "I'm not finished with you." I tell her as I straddle her thigh, and bring two fingers inside her.
Sara's eyes widen as she welcomes the intrusion. I work another finger inside her as she moves against my fingers. She's still recovering from her first orgasm, the second one will come easier than the last one.
I grind myself against her thigh, seeing her like this turns me on, and I want to come as well as her. I can't let her have all the fun. It would be really unfair for her to enjoy all the fun. Looking at her like this, sweat is gleaming on her skin, her nipples are hard, her eyes are wide...
"Oh God." She hisses. I watch her as she arches off the bed. She bends so beautifully. I keep moving inside her. Trying to prolong her second climax. Fuck, that feels good. I bend down and bury my face in her neck.
I just hope she mistakes my tears for ones of joy. I don't know why I'm crying. I take a deep breath as I shudder along with her. Her hands dig into my hips as she tries desperately to ground herself.
The sweet sting pushes me over I groan into her neck, enjoying my own climax, it's not as strong as when she's making love to me but it's very welcome none the less.
I finally move my head up. Her eyes are shut, she's breathing hard. I watch sweat roll down her body, I bend my head to catch one of the beads of sweat off her torso. That gets me a shiver and a soft plead, "No more please." She opens her eyes, they're unfocused, the pupil has almost obliterated the iris. It's hard to tell where the black ends and the brown starts. I love that look.
I move back up her torso, kissing my way back up. I'm careful not mark her. I like to mark, so does Sara but it's not the time for marking. Plus I don't want to give Greg an excuse to do his unofficial 'love bite scan'. Sara nearly killed him when she caught on to why he was scanning her neck so much.
I finally reach her face, I gently slide my hand out of her, which gets me a very pleasant moan, I lift my hand up so I can taste her.
I slowly lick her juices off my fingers. I hear her say, "You know how sexy you look doing that?"
I look at her, a tired but stated half smile on her face, "No." I tease smiling as she shifts against the bed.
"Very very very sexy." Sara licks her lips, "C'mere." She tells me, "I want a kiss." She demands, smirking at me.
I smile then lean over her, kissing her, then letting her tease my mouth open so she can taste me. I open my mouth and let her taste me and her mixed all up together. She purrs at the taste. I pull away from Sara.
"I love you Catherine." She whispers, "I didn't mean to hurt you." She moves her hands, examining the wounds she's left on my hips.
"It's OK." I whisper, kissing her again. I pull away, "I'm just..."
"Tense nervous." She kisses me again, "In need of a stress reliever."
I chuckle. Then I move off her and then turn onto my side, pulling her close, letting her snuggle up to me. I let my fingers trace over her skin.
"Did you?" Sara asks me softly.
"Uh huh." I tell her, "You made me." I tell her, I'm not lying. Sometimes she doesn't need to touch me, just having her under me or over me coming or about to come I can't resist her. "I nearly came again when you touched me." I whisper in her ear. "My Sara." I kiss her ear nibbling on the ear lobe.
Sara smiles sleepily, "Your Sara." She mumbles content. "My Catherine." She extends the ownership back to me happily kissing my lips.
"Your Catherine." I agree with her. She turns onto her back, this time I move, snuggling up to her throwing a leg over her hip. She smiles at the possessive gesture.
I pull the covers over us. "Sleep now Catherine." She mumbles into my ear, kissing when she's finished, "Sleep."
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End Of Part 3