Title: Who watches the watchers
Rated: R-ish, but not really
Challenge: Star Trek: the next generation episode titles, challenge #5

Pairing: Catherine and Sara
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't have the money to own them ... Purely written for entertainment purposes.
Author's Notes: Sara's POV –

This story started out as a part of a drabble challenge for the Cath and Sara Livejournal community. It was part of the Star Trek: Next Generation Drabble challenge. I decided that this story might have some potential and that I would try to change it into a fanfic. The first two chapters are part of the challenge, and therefore very short. I promise that the other chapters will be longer ...

Who watchers the watchers

Chapter 1

Daydreaming ... (aka the drabble 'The naked now')

There was this fear deep down inside me that always kept me aware of my surroundings, never fading, always in control. I knew that I love her, but I was really aware that I could never tell her that. I was afraid that I would disgust that particular person and that she would never wanted to talk to me again. And if I had the choice I would rather dream about her then tell her and lose her entirely forever. Losing her was my biggest fear.

I watched Catherine's graceful movements as she explains the case details to us. She moves her head side to side in an answer to someone's question. I have no idea which question, not even who asked it. I am unaware of my surroundings. Her golden hair brushes softly on her cheeks before she tugs a strain of hair behind her ear with a gentle gesture. Just watching her every move was hypnotizing to me.

What would it be like to tug her hair behind her ear and trail a path of butterfly kisses from her ear lobe to her collarbone and further down, and in the process slowly undress her until she would be naked in front of me. What would it be like to feel her hands on my flushed skin, what would it be like to mimic her gentle gestures and use them on her naked skin. Bringing her further then anyone ever did before, showing her what real love feels like. Show her what I am like when you allow me to take over. Kissing her tenderly, kissing her rough? What does she like? Would she be like me and like it both ways or would she be the tender one? I realized how less I know about her and how much I love her.

A hard chuckle and a blow to my shoulder made me aware of the situation that I was in. I faced Catherine across from me on the other side of the conference table in the conference room at work surrounded by all my colleagues. They were all watching me, Greg and Nick were both chuckling. Catherine gazed at me as if she was waiting for an explanation, that look might work with Lindsey but she wouldn't get a single detail out of me. My skin flushed and I was sure that it turned a dark shade of red. I mumble a lame excuse before I flee from the conference room away from my colleagues and friends, away from this embarrassing situation that I brought myself in.