Its short. But then again, I told myself when I started reading CI fanfic about six months ago, that I wouldn't write any as I didn't think I could get the characterisation right. So I think this is a good compromise.
There may be a second chapter. I'm undecided as of yet. Depends if you guys think I could/should write one.
When she thought back on that night, things had actually been going quite well.
They had had a nice dinner, which he had insisted on paying for. They had enjoyed some live music and a bit of dancing. Nothing to complicated, just a simple waltz; not like dancing with her partner where it was all twists and turns.
She cant remember if she thought those words to herself when they stood arm in arm on the dance floor, but she might well have done and that would have been the start of it.
She thought of her partner more as she and her date took a stroll down the flood lit embankment where he tried to impress her with titbits of information and elusive facts about the area. She's sure she would have found the whole thing fascinating if she hadn't heard them before.
When they reached his apartment she was ready to call it quits and get a taxi home. He had surprised her then by pulling her close and planting his mouth firmly on hers. Instead of pulling away immediately, she found herself leaning further into the kiss and enjoying it.
After all, it couldn't hurt to get something out of the night besides dinner.
His mouth left hers for the briefest moment so that he could open the door then, taking her hand, he pulled her inside. They continued their actions in the elevator, where he managed to pull her top from her waist band and was currently pawing at the soft flesh beneath.
When they reached it, he somehow managed to unlock his front door without pausing his movements and they went crashing inside. The door slammed shut moments before her back hit it, his body crashing into hers, pinning her to the cool, hard surface.
His lips left hers to attack her throat, nipping and sucking on the exposed flesh. She merely stood there, her hands fisted in his hair and jacket. Her jacket was dragged partly down her arms and he moved to unbutton the shirt that she wore.
His mouth was feasting upon the tops of her breasts while one of his hands made its way under her skirt and beneath her panties, causing her to groan. His fingers entered her roughly and she threw her head back hard against the door crying out, "Bobby."
That, she decided later when she had a chance to think about it, was probably not the best thing to say.
Suffice to say that her date didn't take it too well.
His actions stopped and his whole body tensed as he slowly brought his head up to look her in straight in the eye. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice low and menacing, and at that point she wondered why on earth she had said yes to a date with this man in the first place.
When he swung her round suddenly and she hit her face of the side wall, she decided that enough was enough and a well aimed right hook sent him reeling down the corridor.
She let herself out the door, pulling it closed behind her. She with in the elevator with the doors closing when he yanked his door open and set off after her, shouting obscenities as he went. She merely shook her head and got out of there as quickly as she could, thanking her lucky stars when a taxi drove past at the very moment she exited the expensive looking apartment building.
As she settled herself back into the black upholstery on the back seat she decided it was all her partners fault. She had only accepted the date in a moment of spite. She knew he had been watching and was trying to make him jealous.
Jealous? She thought to herself sleepily, as the taxi arrived at her apartment and she paid him what he was due. Upon reaching her apartment, undressing for bed and finally crawling beneath the covers, the same question kept going over and over in her head.
Why on earth did she want to make her partner jealous?