Frankie’s merciless eyes softened. They grazed over Cats body provocatively until both sets of eyes met. Cats cheeks began to flush a little and her breaths became shorter. Frankie’s fingertips hovered over Cat’s hips. In that moment, both minds merged and their bodies collided.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me again,” Cat whispered as Frankie’s lips caressed her neck.

Frankie stopped, pulled away slowly and stared deep into her secret lover’s eyes. She squinted slightly, as if trying to work out Pythagoras’ theory. Her gaze slipped to the floor, Cat’s pain cut through Frankie like a spear.

“I don’t make promises Cat. You know that,” she paused, searching her creative mind for the same words that would convince Cat, yet honestly reflect her being.

“I don’t know who i am without you. It’s like I’ve got this fucking massive hole in me, nothing ever seems to fill it. Except you.”

Cat’s eyebrows flexed. She had heard all the clichés from Frankie before. But there was a distinct honesty in these words which made her pulse pound to surface. Suddenly the air was filled with adornment as well as sexual tension.

Sensing her words had connected, Frankie moved forwards, so close that her breath brushed Cat’s lips. Cat breathed it in, the taste of cocoa butter with smoky undertones.

Cat ushered her lips into Frankie. The latter still quivering so much she could barely unfasten Cat’s jeans. She liked the vulnerable side to Frankie. Cat grabbed her hand and pushed it inside her waistband and guided Frankie’s fingers slowly.

This was all the guidance Frankie needed. She delicately lied Cat down on the kitchen floor and began unbuttoning her shirt until Cat grabbed the scruff of Frankie’s top and pulled her in so tight she could slip her tongue into her mouth. Cat was uncontrollable, lost in bliss.

She ran her hands through Frankie’s hair and pushed her head downwards. The Blonde followed instruction. Cat wriggled out of her jeans as Frankie threw her t-shirt over her head. She took a second to absorb the view, then danced her tongue up the inside of Cat’s thigh until she couldn’t hold back a instant longer.

Cat’s groans and whimpers told Frankie that she still knew how to satisfy her first love. Her hands held Cat’s waist as she brought her to an emphatic climax.

Frankie found herself being playfully flipped over as Cat clambered on top to return the favour. Her cheeky grin and body positioning implied what Frankie was aching for. Cat’s knees rested either side of Frankie’s chest as she lowered.

Barely a sound came from the lusting couple as Frankie’s body arched in synch with Cat’s force. Then a sharp wail of elation as they both reached orgasm.

The pair of them froze as they heard the door open. A wave of fear drowned Cat’s face as Frankie lied there motionless.

“Who the fuck…” Cat mouthed.

Frankie shook her head.

“Shit!” said Cat under her breath.

Cat looked up at the expressionless woman standing behind the kitchen counter staring back at her. The guilty party wore a look of utter defeat. She turned to Frankie, as if for inspiration for an excuse. Something, anything to make the situation look even the tiniest bit better. Frankie’s lips pursed like she was waiting for the right words.

“Evening Sheriff.”

“Cat, Cat, you alright?” Sam’s voice was soft.

“You were stirring in your sleep; I thought I’d wake you in case you were having a bad dream or something. Are you ok?” She continued.

Cat was exhaling heavily, she put her hand to her head. Sam sat on the bed next to her and smiled sympathetically.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Cat responded hesitantly.

“How long was i asleep?”

“An hour or so. You sounded in pain.” Sam commented.

“Just a bad dream,” Cat managed a smile before turning back over to face the window.

“What was it about?” Sam sounded concerned.

Cat swallowed hard and closed her eyes.

“I can’t remember.”