So, this is for Berry (you little fucker). She gave me the prompt and the name and I took so fucking long to start this piece she must have forgotten about it. Anyways, this will have multiple follow ups. So I hope you like it and tell me your thoughts on a review, bisous!

The last press release of Carol was finally over and Cate couldn't help but sigh as she rose from her chair and cracked the knuckles in her right hand fingers against it. She looked over to Rooney and barely smiled when she noticed the girl was as tired as her. And they still had the crew and cast party to attend, just a little celebration for all of them. As the main actresses, they had to be there - with huge smiles adorning their faces, no less.

The blonde's eyes ran across the room, observing as people got up and left but she couldn't leave. Not now, not until Rooney was ready to go and the girl seemed to be quite engaged in a conversation with a young man. Who was that guy? Narrowing her eyes for a brief moment, Cate sauntered over to the pair, putting her long legs to use and quickly crossing the distance. With a fake smile, she splayed her hand on Rooney's back and looked over the man, her eyes flashing with the possessive streak she recently found in herself.

The brunette looked up to Cate, smiling at the woman before directing her gaze to the man in front of them, saying her goodbyes. Stepping forward, Rooney no longer felt the blonde's hand against her and turning back, she extended a hand to her. Now smiling truthfully, Cate took the offered hand and headed out the room with the woman.

Still hand in hand, they got out of the building and entered the black car that was waiting for them. Cate sat and pretended nothing was out of order, looking at the different buildings that turned into a colorless blur while her thoughts directed themselves to the young woman beside her. The blonde closed her eyes, regaining her composure and remembering she had to act like a friend towards Rooney and not like a jealousy driven girlfriend. She had almost jumped at that ludicrous idiot that was talking to her counterpart, what refrained her were the people that were still present.

Lost inside her mind, Cate didn't notice the glances Rooney threw at her, quietly watching the blonde open her ocean coloured eyes once more and yet, the woman realized that Cate saw nothing in front of her. Like a defocused camera, her eyes were still and unblinking. Rooney waited for a couple of seconds and suddenly cleared her throat loudly.

Finally taking the leashes of her mind, Cate blinked repeatedly and looked over to the other woman with a small smile on her lips. "We still have to change" she said in a low voice, her throat contracting and expanding against the words she wanted to say We should stay in your room and just make love till the sun is down. Setting her lips in a straight line, Cate shrugged softly while Rooney observed with a confused frown resting on her brows. The woman changed humors faster than she could accompany, and the wall she seemed to be building up around herself kept Rooney from discovering what really bothered the older woman.

The car rolled down to a stop and the blonde was anything but slow at getting out of it, not even waiting for the driver to open her door, just like he was doing to the door closer to Rooney. With a small shudder moving through her, she moved faster – heels clacking on the concrete – and shot a look over her shoulder, watching as the brunette followed her in a slower pace. "Oh darling, I'm in quite a hurry… Why don't we change and meet here in an hour?" her mouth moved but her own ears didn't catch her words.

What was happening to her?

"Yeah… sure" Rooney stopped right in front of the hotel with a lost look on her eyes, cocking her head to the side as she watched Cate, the woman she adored as a child and now loved as an adult, ran away from her. Calls for the woman died inside her mouth, crashing against clenched teeth and resting with a sour taste upon her tongue.

Perhaps she was being a fool. Once again, a fool on the hands of a beautiful woman.