I DARE YOU
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thank you, scuby!
...momo, muchie, gijs, lego blocks, a little honey bee on kobus...this all makes sense to me :)
CHAPTER 1
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
Our shift is almost over. Me and Catherine are standing in her office. We're in our once again vicious cycle of whose right and whose wrong. Of course, I truly feel I'm right and I know she also feels the same way.
This time we're standing face to face. This is the closest I've ever gotten to her. And for the life of me, I have no intention of taking a step back. My feet somehow feels planted. I can see every feature of this beautiful woman in front of me, from her piercing blue eyes to the cherry colored lipstick she has on. Hell, I can even smell her perfume! If I had the time, I probably could count every freckle in her face. I am so close I can even feel her warm breath on my skin and that makes me light -headed. I don't know why it is always a turn on to have the great Catherine Willows fury centered solely on me. Maybe it's because I know making her angry would mean she only has thoughts of me. Ah, I wonder what she's thinking right now? At this close proximity? Strangling comes to mind.
"And why the hell are you smiling, Sidle?" Every syllable is pronounced slowly. I can tell she is seething!
I lift an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Are you making fun of me?" She tilts her head studying me.
"No." I cross my arms accidentally brushing her front.
She gasps at the sensation. My jaw drops.
"I'm...I'm so sorry..." I can feel the blood drain from my head!
The closest touch I've ever come to is brushing her arm during an investigation, a tap on her shoulder to catch her attention, or my fingers touching her palm when I hand her a pen.
She looks at my arms now hugging myself. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do the same." A smirk is clearly painted on her face.
I take a step back, "I didn't do that on purpose!"
She has an evil grin on her face, "You took a step back, I win."
Oh, this means war now.
I take a step forward, closing the distance again between us. I'm looking directly into her eyes and whisper, "I'm not done yet."
Her right eyebrow arches, "Oh, really?"
"Really." I shoot back. Like a magnet I slowly lean closer.
She licks her lips, "Well, I dare you, Sara Sidle."
Dare me? She's daring me? What planet does she think I come from? For years I've wanted to feel how it is to be her lover. Countless nights I imagine how it feels to sleep next to her, to make love to her, to hold her in my arms. And I've always wondered how it would feel to wake up next to an angel.
Now she's daring me?
I wonder what mysterious sensation would I feel if my lips touches hers? Would my endless fantasies of me kissing her be justified?
I take her dare.
My eyes never leave her eyes as I close in the gap. She neither blinks nor move a muscle. I tilt my head a little as I feel the softness of her lips against mine and I automatically close my eyes. I capture her lower lip and suck gently, my tongue grazing it slowly. I try to seek entrance, but she never moves. It took me a few seconds before I realize she's not responding to my kiss.
I take a step back and I watch her lick her lower lip. And she just stands there staring at me. Her breathing as even as before. Was it that bad? Suddenly I could feel all the blood drain out of me! Shit. I can't even breathe!
I take another step back and I think I uttered the word, 'sorry' as I left her office.
I walk slowly to the locker room, thousands of questions swirling around in my head that I can neither answer nor comprehend. Every step is heavy and feels like I'm dragging a ton of bricks. I feel like I'm walking through a big blur. Thank heaven's I'm alone as I enter. I open my locker and slam it shut. The noise echoes into the empty room. I open it again, and slam it shut, harder this time. And I do it one more time, just for the heck of it. It's my thing with three's. I sit down on the bench and bury my face with my hands. What a freaking fool I am! Kissing Catherine Willows? What the hell was I thinking?
I know Greg has had countless fantasies of kissing and making out with Catherine. He comes up to me with a, "Guess who I was dreaming of and what we were doing?". Warrick almost came close of claiming her but he suddenly married Tina, a move I know he regrets but is still trying to make it work. Nick on the other hand doesn't say much, but I've seen him checking her out every now and then. None of us are immunue to the beauty of Catherine Willows. We all fantasize, dream and desire her. I am not an exception.
I open my locker one last time and take out my car keys and my back pack. I'm glad it's the end of our shift. I just want to go home, shower and sleep. And not think of me kissing Catherine.
Holy frick! I kissed Catherine Willows!
i know it's short...what can i say? short attention span??