Awakened
By The Dawn
E-mail: lesbiancala@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Charmed episode titles
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Spoilers: Sex, Lies and Larvae
Disclaimer: Trust me. If I owned them, you'd be watching an entirely
different show.
Archive: Ask and ye shall receive.
A/N: I know, not very original. But I couldn't help myself.
A/N2: Lyrics from Melissa Etheridge, "Angels Would Fall"
~Angels never came down
~There's no one here they want to hang around
~But if they knew
~If they knew you at all
~Then one by one, the angels
~Angels would fall
"Sara?"
Go away. Can't you see I'm sleeping? Wait, I know that voice. Shit.
The last thing I need is Catherine catching me asleep on the job.
Well, technically shift ended a couple of hours ago, and even if it
hadn't, I'm sure I have enough breaks saved up to warrant a nap. But
why does she have to be the one to find me? I groan, burying my head
deeper in my arms. Maybe she'll just go away.
"Sara, wake up." Maybe not. Now her hand is burning into my
shoulder, and if I wasn't awake before, I am now. I squint, looking
up at her through sleepy eyes. My blurred vision makes her look so
incredibly soft that I have to clench my hands into fists to keep
from touching her. The _expression on her face is an impossible
combination of a smirk and a concerned smile. I must look like crap.
"You look like crap." Thanks, Catherine. "Are you okay?"
No. No, I'm not okay. I want to tell her all about my case, about
the horrible memories it's dredged up. I want her to pull me into
her arms and kiss my hair and tell me everything's going to be fine.
But her hand is still warm on my shoulder and I know if I let her
touch me anymore, I'll snap and I can't do that. Our friendship is
strained as it is, I'm not about to destroy it by letting her know
that every time I see her I want to jump her bones.
"I'm fine." Crap. She doesn't believe me, and it's no wonder,
because my voice just cracked like a twelve-year-old boy's. I wonder
if she can see the tears welling up in my eyes. I look down at the
floor just in case.
Wow. Apparently she did see them, because now my face is pressed
into her abdomen, her arms draped over my shoulders in a semi-
awkward hug. And I can hear her heart beating, feel it under my
cheek. She smells good. Her fingers start stroking my hair, and my
heart beats so hard that I'm sure it's going to explode.
I got so distracted by the way she feels that I forgot to hold back
my tears, and now they're staining dark circles into her shirt.
Oh, god. Now she's running her fingers through my hair, and I'm sure
it's meant to be comforting, but it's sending little jolts of
electricity into my scalp and down my spine. I only hope she thinks
the trembling is a by-product of the tears.
Her stomach pushes against me with every breath, and I notice it's
happening more frequently. Her heart is beating rapidly, and I
wonder if it's for the same reason mine is. Sniffling, I pull my
head back to look up at her.
She wasn't expecting that. I can tell because her face is flushed-
with embarrassment? desire?- and she's doing everything she can to
avoid eye contact.
My hands are resting on her hips, and I tug a little on the edge of
her shirt.
"Cat?" Her face changes from nervous to serious. Shit. I forgot that
she hates that name. Way to go, Sidle, fucking things up again.
Oh well, I can't take it back now. At least she doesn't look too
upset about it anymore. In fact, she's smiling- that sexy half-smile
she's got that always makes my knees go weak. Thank god I'm sitting
down.
A prime position, I discover, because now her hips are moving under
my hands. Before I can really realize what's happening, she's
straddling my legs and her face is inches from mine. I've pretty
much abandoned the idea of breathing now. I wonder if Catherine
could be charged with murder if I die of oxygen deprivation.
"Sara," she whispers, and my insides promptly turn to jelly. I can
taste her breath on my lips, and I'm sure that I'm shaking more
violently than an epileptic mid-grand mal right now.
Before I can respond, she moves forward and then the last thing I
want to do with my mouth is talk. Her lips are soft, sweet. For a
second I worry that my nap might have left me with morning breath,
but the moan she lets loose as our tongues tangle together convinces
me that it doesn't matter. My fingers slip under her shirt, and when
they brush over soft, warm skin she tears her mouth away, gasping
sharply.
"God, Sara." She moans. "Sara? Sara."
Goddamnit. I open my eyes, blinking at the harsh light of morning. I
turn my head, shooting Grissom a pained smile. I've never hated that
man more than I do right now.
"You okay?" Oh yeah, peachy. You interrupted just when it was
getting good. Obviously, I can't tell him that, so I opt for the
copout.
"Fine. Yeah." We talk for a few minutes- about the case, about
Warrick- but my mind is still stuck on that dream. It's not the
first time it's happened; hell, I'd be more worried if I slept
through a night without dreaming about her. But it's the first time
it's happened at work. Shit. I'm going to have to be a lot more
careful. What if I talk in my sleep? I mean, I don't think I do, but
it's been awhile since anyone's been in a position to tell me.
And now Grissom's gone and Catherine's walking in. Great. My cue to
get the hell out of here before I make an ass out of myself. I give
her a quick smile as I stand up to leave. Something flashes in her
eyes- confusion? or is that hurt?; she probably thinks I'm leaving
because of her. Which, okay, I am, but she really doesn't need to
know the details of that.
"Hot case." I explain. She nods in understanding and turns toward
the coffee machine.
"Hey Sara?" I turn around in the doorway, pulse pounding. She
crosses to me, puts a hand on my shoulder. I have to fight to keep
my breath from catching in my throat. She speaks softly. "Take it
easy, okay? Don't let this get to you too much."
My jaw drops. How did she know? I grasp for an appropriate response,
but none is forthcoming, so I just smile at her. She returns it with
a wide smile of her own, and for a moment, instead of seeing her
here, now, I'm seeing the Catherine from my dream, blue eyes dark
with desire, lips slightly swollen from our kiss. I take a deep
breath, blink a few times, and I'm back in reality. I'm not sure how
happy I am about that.
Her hand slides down my arm, and squeezes my own briefly before she
lets go. "Good luck with the case. I hope you get him."
I'm so beyond speechless at this point it's utterly ridiculous, so I
just smile again and turn toward the door.
~So I'll come by and see you again
~And I'll have to be a very good friend
~If I whisper they will know
~I'll just turn around and go
~You will never know my sin
~fin.~
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