AN: I don't own any of them, I can always wish though.
Her hand fits perfectly into mine, each groove of her slender fingers effortlessly slid into place. I stare at our intertwined hands, a sight that catches in my heart each time we're together. Tonight seemed to be no different than each night before, the monotony of work engrained in our minds as we perform the tasks we were trained to do.
The case was hard, a lot harder than we thought it would be. It wasn't fair that she had to be killed and it wasn't fair that her daughter had to be killed, just because of who she was. It broke my heart to see her reaction when she opened the door and looked at the two bodies in front of us, the blond hair soaking up the blood pooling around her face.
She was already in the room when I entered, both silent, consumed in our own thoughts. Her forehead was resting on the cool metal of the locker in front of her and her hands hiding her face, blotchy from a long cry. I slowly reach out to touch her shoulder; her eyes glanced up quickly to see me sitting next to her on the wooden bench. The look in her eyes was something that I hadn't seen before; it was unexplainable, foreign even.
Catherine stands up to leave but my hand catches her wrist gently, holding her back. I stand up to look her in the eyes, eyes that once again began to fill with tears. I place a hand on each side of her face and caressed her ivory skin. Slowly closed the distance between us I kiss Catherine's cool forehead softly, feeling the coolness left by the lockers. Her eyes closed as she feels a kiss being placed on her forehead, savoring the warmth radiating from the body in front of her.
Pulling back, I catch her eyes again and smile softly as I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Catherine's eyes dart away from mine and I kiss each of her flushed cheeks, right than left. I can feel her begin to smile as my lips linger against her skin. I move my mouth down to the corner of her lips, salty from her fallen tears. She tries to turn to meet my kiss but I pull back and kiss the other side of her mouth.
I step back and slide my hands down to her waist and I see smile play upon her lips. Her hands slowly move to my waist, almost afraid to touch me. Her strawberry blond hair is like silk between my fingers as one of my hands runs through her hair. Looking at her now, I realize that she is much more than beautiful; there are no words that can describe the way she looks right now- the morning sun illuminating her face and a breathless smile on her lips.
The moment before seems to go on forever, her eyes searching mine for answers to an unspoken question. I kiss her gently with all that I have, soft and emotional, powerful and intimate. To my surprise she responds to my offer, but before things can go farther I pull away, leaving her with an invitation. I turn and slowly walk out of the locker room, grabbing my purse from the table, where I left it only minuets ago. Her eyes follow me out and I can still feel her lips against mine.
Her hand fits perfectly into mine, each groove of her slender fingers effortlessly slid into place. I stare at our intertwined hands, a sight that catches in my heart each time we're together. Tonight I have something better; her head rests on my bare stomach and the silver moonlight reflects off her hair.