"Sara, for God's sakes! How many times do I have to tell you: NO FOOD IN BED!"

"Enough, but I'm still eating. It's Chinese. It's perfect. You, me, the bed & Chinese food!" Sara muttered through a moutful of food.

"Sara. They're silk sheets! Clean silk sheets. Well they were until you started eating that Chinese crap on it." Cath said, standing at the foot of the bed, hands on hips.

"You no," Sara said, pointing the fork in Cath's direction, "You look so damn hot when you're cross, right. It's making me all wet and horny. You have no idea what being angry does to me. Do you?"

Cath breathing changed rapidly, "Sara. That is beyond the point. Please, don't eat on the bed. Eat in the kitchen or on the floor, but not on the bed. It's the bed. Our bed, with our silky sheets on. I put those silky sheets on for a reason, Sara!" Cath smirked, "And it sure as hell wasn't for eating Chinese food on!"

"So it was for eating food on then? So I can put down the Chinese and have hot, sweet sex with you? I mean, that counts as eating doesn't it. And silk does slip easy on the skin. You want me to do that, don't you Cath, you want me to ravish you, hot and sweet!" Sara smirked as Cath's eyes darkened and her jaw dropped slightly.

"Sara..." Cath said, slowly, tantalizingly slowly. "I want you like I wanted you the first time we made love. But please, not now. We've got to go to work in fifteen minutes, and I don't want to be late. We wouldn't to be late. Would we." Cath says, but she can feel her wetness pooling between her thighs, and she doesn't no how much longer she can resist Sara.

"Obviously, but I don't think anyone would mind. Grissom doesn't come out of his office anymore. No one else would mind. Not really. All I want to do today is stay in bed with you. Between those hot, silk sheets you bought. Then we could ravish each other all day. You wouldn't be able to walk comfortably tomorrow!" Sara smiled one of her famous gap-toothed grins.

"Sara. Get up, we're going to work. Right now. And I promise you," Cath said, walking out the door, "tomorrow you won't be walking easily."

"Oh whatever." Sara followed her down the stairs. "We'll both have to call in sick then, won't we. And everyone will know why. Greg will pass out, just thinking about it. And we don't want that do we. Therefore, I reason, that we should ravish each other now, just to settle it. On the sofa if you like, it'd be good. The whole drive seeing us fucking each other. Think about the gossip!"

"Brilliant," Cath agreed, smiling, "but I think I'd prefer to go to work. Right now, so if you don't mind, I'm driving!"