(Rated NC17)

Sarah Jo got off work and rushed home, stripping her nurse’s uniform off almost as soon as she was in the door. Dani looked up from the book he was trying to read and grinned broadly. He still found reading a hard process to do, but with Katherine and Sarah Jo’s help he could now puzzle out most reading material.

"Need some help there?" he asked hopefully.

"Nope," she called as she bounded up the stairs. "Doc Kirby is on his way over in a few, and we are going to go on a kitten hunt." Dani just arched his eyebrows and mumbled something about that was probably not all she was hunting.

"I heard that!" she called as she disappeared into her room. A few moments later she came out dressed in khaki shorts and a shirt tied up under her breasts and carrying a pair of hiking boots. "When he gets here, tell him I'm out back, ok love?"

Dani grumbled but smiled when she paused long enough to give him a deep kiss before charging out into the back yard. She had to take a few of her pots out of the kiln before he got there.

Tom Kirby ambled up to Sarah Jo's door. He didn't figure it would be difficult to catch a kitten, but he might enjoy her thanks afterward. Just then he saw the cat run toward the back yard, and he smiled when he heard her say, "Oh, Drat!"

The kitten had vanished underneath the fence and did a double take when it saw Sarah Jo in the back yard. Leaping over the back fence, he disappeared into the woods behind her condo. Tom ambled back, not quickening his pace at all. "Trouble?" he asked.

"No," she grumbled. "I could have gotten him just then but my arms were full of pots." She took the last one out of the kiln and placed it on the table with the other ones. "I think I have an idea where he goes when he disappears. Do you have something to catch him with?"

Tom frowned. "At the surgery, yes. I walked over, too." He thought a minute, then suggested, "Why don't we cyber something up?"

"Some type of cage maybe? I have some cat food here that he seems to really like. We can set it up near his sleeping spot and then go wait nearby until he takes the bait," Sarah Jo suggested, her freckled nose wrinkled up in thought.

Tom nodded and a cat carrier appeared. "That do?"

"Will the door close automatically when he goes in?" she asked as she gathered up the food and stuffed it along with some snacks for them into a backpack.

"If not, we can help it along," he grinned.

"Let’s go then," Sarah Jo said with a bright smile as she hefted the bag over her shoulder and then led the way out into the hills behind her home. Tom followed with the carrier, admiring the view in front of him. He still didn't think it would take much to catch a kitten. I mean, how hard could it be? He grinned at the thought, and took another look at her climbing up the hill in front of him.

She was obviously a very outdoorsy type, well used to scrambling up and down rough terrain. As they went deep into the woods he began to regret not wearing his Dockers shorts instead of the long pants he had on. Every once in a while they paused as Sarah Jo pointed out some wild creature for him to look at.

Since she seemed interested, Tom looked and found a few wild animals he could point out to her. She seemed impressed.

They walked along, keeping their voices low to avoid spooking the game, until they came to a thick bramble of huckleberries with what looked like a faint trail leading into it. Kneeling down, she pointed to some small tufts of orange hair caught of one of the briars. Tom nodded and pointed to some more, further in.

"This is where I've seen him duck into more than once," she said as she lowered her bag and took out a can of cat foot.

"Probably his home," Tom agreed. He positioned the cat carrier where he thought the animal would emerge, and waited to see what they'd do next.

Sarah Jo placed the food inside the cage and then she tied some string to the can and door so it would cause it to fall if the can was moved. "Now we wait," she said, pointing to a nice grassy area by a stream. "Do you like to fish?" she asked.

"When I have the chance," he replied with a grin.

They walked over to the stream and Sarah Jo broke off some likely looking branches off a nearby tree. Taking a knife out she trimmed all the excess off and then handed them to him before getting some fish line out of her back and a small box of fishhooks. Tom rested back on the grass and watched her. "So, you like the outdoors, eh?"

"Ah grew up in a place that was on the back side of nowhere," she explained as she expertly fastened the line and hooks to the poles. She then produced a small shovel out of her back and dug up some worms for them to use as bait.

"Me too," he said a little tiredly.

She looked at him a little oddly and then shrugged as she handed him his rod. She then pointed to one area of the stream and suggested that it would most likely be a good fishing hole.

Tom took off his shoes, rolled up his Dockers and dabbled his feet in the water as he threw in his rod. He was casual, as if he could do this without looking, but it didn't seem to be anything that he was overly enthusiastic about.

Sarah Jo took off her sock and shoes as well and waded out into the deeper water, leaving her pole behind her. She trailed her hands into the water, concentrated fiercely on something moving by her feet. She made a sudden move and then came up with a wiggling fish held tight in her hands.

Tom smiled at her. "Very good," he said as he yanked up a fish of his own. "I guess we'll eat well tonight!"

Grinning broadly, Sarah Jo climbed out of the water. "Told you this was a good fishing spot!" she said happily. She then proceeded to make a small fire and after cleaning the fish, she soon had them roasting above it. Along with the fish were several packages of vegetables wrapped in foil that she placed on the edge of the coals to heat up.

"Smells good," Tom said, "although I suppose I should be a vegetarian, considering my line of work."

Sarah Jo just grinned. Once the food was done, they both ate heartily, eating it all except for a few scraps. Sarah Jo added the bits of fish skin and tails to the food in the kennel to further tempt the kitten and then sat down next to Tom.

"If that doesn't get him, nothing will," Tom said, "although the smell of cooking fish should have lured him out long ago."

"Ah did see him poke his nose out for a second while it was cooking," she said as she looked up at him. "Maybe if we sit real still and quiet he will come out."

Tom nodded. Then, silently, he pulled her close to him so her head rested on his chest. Sarah Jo opened her mouth but he put his fingers to his lips, shushing her.

As they watched, the half-grown orange marmalade kitten poked its head out again and sniffed at the food in the cage. Then one very slow step at a time, he entered the kennel, ready to flee if any sound was made.

Tom nodded and the door snapped shut on the animal. Once it was secured, he whooped, although the damn thing had lousy timing. Sarah Jo was just as exuberant, as she danced about and rejoiced beside him. She reached over and gave Tom a big hug to thank him for his help. But it felt so good in his arms, neither one of them seemed to be in too big a hurry to let go of each other. "Umn," he murmured. "He's not going anywhere." He smiled suggestively as he pushed her onto her back into the grass.

Giggling, Sarah Jo laid back on the cool grass. In the kennel they could hear little grr, grr sounds as the kitten devoured the food that was inside its cage. Tom chuckled, then copied the sound as he *attacked* her, the way the cat was attacking his food.

That only made Sarah Jo giggle and laugh some more as he nibbled on her ears, neck, and down into the area where her breasts lay in soft inviting mounds. His long fingers stroked the bared flesh under her tied shirt, making her rise up to meet him. Tom kissed her deeply, his hardness pressing against her impatiently. He took hold of the tie, tugged on it hard and her shirt fell open, exposing her to him. Her nipples tightened into hard little nubs as the cool night air touched them.

He pressed his lips to one, then the other, before going back to the first to suckle. Sarah Jo moaned softly as she closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasurable feeling of it. She then tried to get her hands between their bodies so she could undo his shirt as well.

The buttons gave way under her fingers, and he pressed his smooth, bare chest against hers as his mouth found a delicious spot on her neck. The shirt undone, Sarah Jo's hand went even lower and started working on the fastenings of his pants as he was doing the same to hers.

He continued to murmur as he kissed her neck, moving back so that he was kissing her nape while their bodies moved against each other feverishly.

He had to raise up to pull Sarah Jo shorts off and while he was up, he removed his pants as well, then laid down again, pressing his body up against hers as he returned to his systematic attack on her neck and breasts.

His knee went between hers, prying her legs apart gently so he could get into position. They hadn't spoken, but since she hadn't once tried to stop him, he just went on with the next step. Tom’s hand traveled lower and he gently started to massage her, making sure she was ready for him.

His mouth was back on hers, and he kissed her deeply, as SIMs were known to kiss. The passion went all the way down, and she squirmed. Knowing she was ready, he steadied himself above her and pushed gently, piercing her. She arched up under him, crying out as he broke through her barrier, then wrapped her legs around him so he could go even further into her moist depths.

He groaned with every thrust, enjoying it entirely. His hands were on her ass and he pushed himself in as far as he would go before pulling back. Sarah Jo would have a grass stained butt, but it was worth it! In no time the world was spinning as they reached a shattering orgasm together.

Groaning, he collapsed on top of her as she gasped for breath underneath him. Then chuckling, she pulled his head up from her chest and kissed him deeply again. "Hmn, seems like I've been examining you more than the feline," he chuckled. "Not that that’s a bad idea. But I do have to look the animal over. Care to join me? Once the little fellow is settled we can," he kissed her lingeringly, "get back to more pleasurable pursuits?"

"Sounds good to me," Sarah Jo said with a grin.