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At approximately 4:18 the next morning, a loud banging could be heard at the door, followed by a slurred shouting of "Catherine!"



Catherine jerked up immediately, recognizing Eddie's voice, even under the thick cover of inebriation. Sara felt her jerk up almost painfully, before she heard the noise downstairs. In their close proximity, Sara could feel Catherine trembling, and didn't blame her. The last time she had seen him..... Sara quickly tried to forget about the consequences of their last meeting. Instead, she quietly got out of bed and reached for her holster, sitting on a chair in the corner of the bedroom.







"Sara, don't please," Catherine said, voice trembling but determined. "Don't go down there."







Sara kissed her quickly before promising that she wouldn't open the door past its chain, and would try and get rid of Eddie, with her gun if she had to.







"It doesn't matter what you do, he's drunk. He doesn't care."







"Catherine, he could have killed you last time. I'm not gonna let that happen again. No one should ever hurt you like that. You understand me?" Sara's voice carried a deadly serious threat to anyone who begged to differ. She loved Catherine too much to lose her to a drunken bum like Eddie.







"I promise, I'll be back."







Before Catherine could protest further, she switched on the hall light and went downstairs, as normally as she possibly could. Acting as terrified as she felt would give Eddie the advantage.







"Oh, it's you," she said, feigning surprise. Sara didn't really know Eddie, and didn't know what course to take, so she started with a little sarcasm to see how he reacted.







She didn't expect the violent reaction she received. Eddie started to kick the door, almost screaming in rage. "Where the hell's Catherine?" That stupid bitch, she'll use you like she used me!" He stopped to wipe the spittle from his stubbly chin. Sara fancied she could smell him, even though she was a good 10 feet away.







"Catherine isn't here right now, but I am. I suggest you back off before I call the cops."







Eddie did not seem perturbed by this threat. Apparently, Catherine had tried this tack before and it hadn't worked.







"Listen, lady, why don't you let me in?" he yelled, a moronic grin plastered on his face. Sara didn't know if he was trying to be charming, but she wouldnt be surprised if he was. Perhaps he had been charming at one point - after all, Catherine did marry him - but Sara suspected that all charm was lost after he returned to his usual, drunken state.







"No chance in hell," Sara said, trying to keep a quiver out of her voice but failing quite spectacularly. She fingered the cool metal of her gun tucked into the waistband of her pants, and it calmed her considerably. She didn't know why, though: Catherine had been armed, but Eddie had beaten her pretty badly before she could retaliate properly. *Maybe she didnt want to shoot him* she mused.







This seemed to irritate Eddie even more. The panes of glass in the side windows distorted his face into something monstrous, and Sara jumped when he slammed his fist against one of the panes. Since his last forced entry, the panes had been replaced with thicker glass, so logically, Sara should have found no reason to be scared. She was scared shitless.







In a jerky movement, she brought the gun around in front of her, solidifying her stance. She was so concentrated on Eddie that she didn't hear the light footsteps down the stairs.







Sara made an issue of clicking off the safety. She stared Eddie firmly in the eye, something she knew he wouldn't like, and silently dared him to come in and get her.







The next thing she knew, there was a loud bang from behind her, and a hole in the door, a few inches from Eddie's head. Startled, she span around, and saw Catherine on the stairs, standing solidly and unafraid.







"Eddie, leave us alone before I move my target a little closer to that thick head of yours."







*Us*. Sara felt a quiet rush of emotion slip past unwarranted at the simple word, before she aimed her gun at Eddie once more. She couldn't believe it, but Eddie looked genuinely scared. Perhaps the shot had sobered him a little, or perhaps he was unused to such strong opposition; either way, he realized he was outnumbered, and backed off, stumbling a little on the steps, arms raised in clumsy surrender. Once he had retreated into the cover of inky blackness, he felt safe enough to utter some sort of 'damaging' retort, but the women inside paid no attention.







Slowly lowering her gun, Sara clicked the safety catch on. She looked at Catherine, and saw the woman she had seen at their first meeting: stoic, determined, and undefeatable. It seemed as if the mask was back in place, and Sara truly didn't know how Catherine felt at that moment. Over the past couple of years, Catherine had started to open up to Sara, and vice versa: both had seen each other's bad days and learned from them. Catherine dropped her gun without a sound, and it clattered down the steps to land a few below her. The strain of her position had caused her ribs to ache again, and she put a hand to her side in an attempt to alleviate the pain.







Sara said nothing, but led her upstairs once more, not caring about the gaping hole in the door. She retrieved a roll of bandages from Catherine's bathroom cupboard, and sat Catherine down on the bed. She still hadn't said anything, and remained silent as Sara gently took off her shirt and wrapped her ribs tenderly. This unspoken act of trust warmed Sara, but at the same time, her friend's laconic attitude was slightly unnerving. She urged Catherine into bed, and was in the process of returning the bandages to the bathroom, when she felt a solid grasp upon her upper arm.







"Stay," Catherine whispered, her voice suddenly husky with emotion, and what Sara believed to be lust. It reflected in Catherine's eyes, in her very soul, and Sara couldn't resist it. The bandages forgotten, she returned to the bed. As Catherine started taking off her shirt with sudden enthusiasm, she wondered if she was taking advantage of the woman underneath her. Catherine suddenly rolled Sara over, so that she was straddling the taller woman, and started grinding her hips slowly and deliberately against Sara's. *Or maybe not.*





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Catherine's hand reached down the side of the bed for the discarded roll of white material, and Sara was so involved in kissing her that she didn't notice Catherine's intentions until her hands were suddenly pulled above her head. So quick was the movement that she had no time to react, and decided she didn't want to as she felt Catherine tying her wrists to the bedframe. She grinned, then gasped as Catherine ran her fingers down Sara's clothed chest.



"We'll have to get rid of this," Catherine said almost ripping Sara's shirt off her in desperation, the buttons to much effort to concentrate on. As her chest was suddenly exposed, Sara bucked up against Catherine, and her nipples responded to the cold air. Not one for taking things slow, Catherine launched an attack against Sara's breasts, tugging at Sara's nipples with her teeth. Sara cried out, and threw her head back against the pillow as Catherine started to grind her hips again. Even through the thick layers of denim, she could feel the heat of Catherine's sex against hers, and it turned her on even more.



"So beautiful," Catherine whispered, trailing her tongue between Sara's breasts and down her stomach. She flicked it into Sara's navel, causing the woman beneath her to gasp at the ticklish sensation. Hovering around the area for a minute, she decided to work on the fly of Sara's jeans, before Sara stopped her.



"I want to see you," she said, eyes clouded with lust as she struggled against her bonds. Catherine smiled as she removed her own top, careful of the bruises still evident, and her bandaged ribs. Sara had seen the sight just moments ago, but she still found Catherine's breasts perfect. Teasing now, Catherine started to take off her own jeans, pulling down her panties with them and throwing them to the side. In the vague light of dawn and echo of the streetlights, Sara could see the black lace peeping invitingly out of the discarded jeans.



She groaned, frustrated at being able to look but not touch. As if she could read her mind, Catherine looked her directly in the eye and started massaging her own breasts. She was already so turned on that the simple touch caused her to groan at the sensation and start gyrating her hips unconsciously. Sara thought she couldn't take it any longer, when Catherine opened her eyes once more and slid a hand down to her sex. Both groaned, and Sara started to tug at her bonds.



Catherine saw this, and let up a little. Now that Sara had seen enough of her body, she wanted to see Sara's. Slowly, now, she pulled down Sara's jeans, greeted by the sight of a red thong.



"Oooh, very nice," Catherine drawled, hooking a finger in either side of the underwear and pulling them down to Sara's ankles. She then lifted Sara's joined legs and put her head between them, resting Sara's knees on her shoulders. The positioning gave her a great view of Sara's pussy, as well as allowing for maximum sensation for Sara.



Sara pushed her hips up toward Catherine, hoping for contact, and almost died when she felt Catherine's warm mouth sucking and licking her slit.



"Oh, god," she murmured, realizing that she wasn't going to last long. "I'm gonna cum soon," she panted, and Catherine sped up her tongue accordingly, circling her clit as she slowly inserted one, then two fingers into Sara's wetness, pulling out and twisting the digits, and bringing Sara closer to orgasm. She started to feel Sara's inner walls convulsing around her slick fingers, and soon afterwards, Sara came with a loud scream. She could see nothing but white, and it took her a few minutes to come fully back to consciousness. She could feel Catherine stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. Her makeshift bonds had been untied, and as soon as she could, Sara sat up.



Catherine saw the glint in Sara's eye, and felt her clit start to throb at the idea of Sara making love to her. She wasn't disappointed.