Sara's First Time

Summary: There's a first time for everything. CS, Ficlet.


"I'm not so sure about this, Catherine."

"C'mon Sar, you'll like it; I promise."

"…But what if I don't?"

"Then I will forever be in your debt.—just trust me!"

"What if I can't do it right?"

"It's not rocket science. Just dive right in and it'll be over before ya know it. Besides, I'll be right there with you the whole time."

"I dunno…I've never done this before."

"Well there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

"…Alright, but if I mess up or you laugh, your ass is mine Willows!"

"Got it."


A few minutes later…

"I feel like I should be wearing gloves or something, this is sticky work."

"Will you quit whining?!? Besides, I can tell you're enjoying this."

"…Ok, maybe a little."

"Told ya so…whoa, right there! Oh, that's perfect!"

"Hmm, you're surprisingly good at this Cath."

"And what's that supposed to mean? For your information I was doing this way before Lindsey was even born."

"Good to know."

"…Well, I think we're pretty much done for now. Maybe we'll start up again in a few, I need a break."

"Me too."

They both stand up and stare down at the kitchen table; Sara throws an arm around Catherine's shoulders and scrunches her nose.

"I'm not cleaning this mess up, that's for sure."

"Aww, please Sara; I'll let you wear gloves."

"Whatever, I just hope Lindsey appreciates all the time we spent on this giant paper mache' volcano."

"Oh trust me, she'll love it."



-coughs uncomfortably-

Well then…R&R if you love me. I couldn't think of anything else that was sticky other than paper mache'…of course it is 3:30 in the morning here, so go figure.