Sure enough Frankie was sat there alongside Tess, Flynn, Jay and Ed. Cat painted a smile on and walked towards the table, fully aware of the atmosphere which she would have to cope with. After exchanging pleasantries, Cat headed for the bar. Large white wine. As it arrived, she took several giant sips when she felt a presence beside her.

“Are we gonna talk about it or are you just gonna continue playing happy families with Inspector Morse”

“She’s a Detective Sergeant” Cat hissed back.

“Whatever. Look, Cat, you can’t do this. You have to tell me what you’re gonna do, it’s driving me crazy. I know we could work.”

Frankies eyes were pleading, it reminded Cat of the tear she saw fall down her cheek the last time they made love. Cat looked to the floor, heartbreak etched on her face.

“I just don’t know Frankie. You need to give me time.” She knew time wouldn’t change the way she felt about her first love, but it was the only excuse she could give.

Frankie bit hard on her lip as she followed Cats every step back to the table.

After a few drinks the mood lightened, Tess recalling her previous disastrous acting audions and Jay mercilessly taking the piss. Amongst Cats giggles, she turned to see Sam walk through the door, with a woman in tow.

“Hey guys, this is my colleague Jo. Jo, this is everyone.”

Introductions were made as Sam and Jo headed to the bar. Cat wasn’t particuarly the jealous type, maybe her own fidelities were causing her to be more suspicious. Sam’s hand was on Jo’s shoulder and Cat could feel a wave of envy rush over her. All of a sudden she wasn’t even aware Frankie was there, her eyes were on Sam. As they brought the drinks back to the table, there was little room so Frankie moved up closer to Tess to let Jo and Sam sit down next to her, opposite Cat. Sam’s arm moved to the back of the seat, almost around Jo, as it was a tight squeeze. Talk continued, and turned to jobs. Sam ribbed Jo about being a soft touch with the boss, Jo playfully was recipricating Sams flirty behaviour. Cat was struggling to keep a lid on things, she wanted to throw this so-called woman to the floor, jump across the table and straddle her girlfriend. Her cheeks began to flush, so she necked the last half of her glass and swallowed hard. The alcohol rush was all that was keeping her from walking out.

Cat headed to the bar for another, she sat back down amidst pleas to get up and dance. She refused and wriggled over next to Ed as they watched on. It suprised Cat what a good mover Sam was, she’d never seen it before. So sexy and rhythmic. There was so much left to explore with Sam. Except she was dancing with the wrong person. It crossed Cats mind to jump up and interrupt, but even after 3 glasses of wine she didn’t have the bottle. Jo’s hips were grinding aganist Sams, Cat chewed on her tongue so hard it bled.

“Who the fuck does she think she is”

“Who?” Ed responded cluelessly.

“Sam’s bloody extra limb” Cat slurred slightly.

“Oh c’mon Cat, they’re just dancing.”

“She’s all over her!”

“Well, i suppose they’re a bit flirty. Relax, she’s not Frankie.”

Ed’s words rang in Cats ears over and over. She’s not Frankie! Cat rushed to the dancefloor, took Sams hand and pulled her towards the door.

“Woah Cat what you doing?” Sam asked.

“Take me home.” Cat stared deeply into Sams eyes.

“What, why?”

“Take me home, fuck me, and then fuck me again.” Cat asserted suprisingly confidently.

Sam looked stunned but clearly turned on, the fine hairs on her arms stood on end as she leant in and gave Cat a long, lingering kiss which left her breathless. Sam went and picked up her bag and made their excuses then bolted for the exit smiling widely. As they turned to leave, Cat caught Frankies eye just for a second. Frankies face was full of defeat, she couldn’t put on the hard act, too tired, too weak.

The door barely closed behind them, the pair were passionately entwined. Sams fingers wandered over Cats body as they clumsily made it to the bedroom. Cat frantically undressed Sam, pulling at her bra, hips brushing.

“I was jealous” Cat quickly whispered in Sams ear.

Sam stopped for a moment, “my eyes are always on you.”

Those words made Cat wet, she was aching for Sam to bring her to orgasm. Sam duely obliged, …twice.