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Act 3: Sara
I open my locker abruptly, the adrenaline rush I felt at the scene we just proceed hasn't crashed down yet. It was a good rush but now the light feeling of vulnerability you have after the release is starting to come back to the surface, making me shake a bit. I have to say that it's good to feel alive. Rare are the time our job offers us a little action but when it does it's really exhilarating.
"How could you be so fucking stupid?" Catherine barges in the locker room and barks at me immediately. "Didn't you learn your lesson last time?"
I look at her blankly not understanding her outburst. "What is this about?"
"Don't act like you had no fucking clue, Sidle," she snaps. "You have to let the cop clear a scene before you walk into it."
"Again, what is this about?"
"Sidle, you walked in there right behind the cops, your gun drawn!"
"Yeah so? I did my job, I miss the part where that was wrong."
"You were supposed to let them clear it!" she shouts. "What if the perp had shot you or taken you hostage?"
"I was behind the cop…"
"Fuck Sara, you're not invincible…"
We're not listening to one another each of us speaking at the same time, trying to be louder than the other.
"I was with my gun, I had my vest…"
"Maybe if you weren't hung over from earlier…"
"I'm not hung over, sorry for doing my job and actually care!"
"Did you stop to think? Did you?"
"Yes I did, I followed the protocol! I asked them if it was ok…"
"Followed the protocol my ass…"
"…they said, as long as I stay behind them and follow the orders we were good…"
"Whatever, I don't even know why I bother arguing with you….you're reckless…careless…"
"I'm not arguing…"
"You're…you're…"
"You're the one who came here..."
"So fucking stubborn, you're like a child…"
"… with your reproaches when I didn't do anything wrong…"
"…You're infuriating..."
"…that's the pot calling the kettle black I mean…"
Whatever words were about to pass my lips just vanish as she pushes me against the locker with force and crashes her mouth on mine. She bites my bottom lips and my hands snake on her waist to bring her body closer. She slides her hand in my hair and pulls my head to expose the flesh of my skin. She alternates between kissing my lips and nibbling on my neck. My hands take lives on their own and start to run up and down her waist, pulling her always closer to me.
She sucks roughly on my neck on the soft spot below my ear, our legs are tangle in a tight friction. One of her hand moves to the button of my pants, unsnapping them as she's biting my neck roughly. She draws her nail up and down my stomach and a moan bubbles up from my throat, as my body is asking for more. She slides her hand further down, moving her mouth to my clavicle and biting down on it. I bring her mouth back to my lip for a feverish kiss.
By some miracle the few active synapses I got left fire, making me come to my senses. I stop grab her hand as she reaches her goal and break our kiss.
"Work," is all I mutter.
"Fuck work," she counters pushing her hand down again, but I hold it and take it out of my pants. The missing heat registers through her haze. "What?...no?" she pushes into me even harder escaping my grip for a second but I catch her sneaky hand again.
"Cath, stop," I order firmly and push her away.
She finally steps back, breathing heavily, she turns her head to the side and I follow her gaze just in time to see the door of the locker room shutting.
Oh hell no, you got to be kidding.
"Shit…who was there?" she asks and moves quickly to the door to look in every direction. She comes back and sits on a bench. "Did you see who it was?"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I curse.
"Look, it's not the end of the world," she says as she stands to straighten her clothes.
"Not the end of the world?" I repeat angrily. "This is…grrr…fuck it!"
"This is what?" she asks sharply. "What Sara?"
"Now everyone is going to run their mouth about it…"
"About what?"
"Don't you fucking play dumb, not right now Willows!"
"It's no big deal Sara," she chuckles.
"Of course for you it's no big deal…" I spit.
Lightening of anger flashes through her eyes. "Because for everybody I'm already a known slut, so one more lousy rumor on my back won't make a difference so why the fuck should I care, is that it?"
I don't answer.
"Since I'm so cheap, I might as well go all the way, do you want to go back to my place or yours?" she asks angrily, obviously aiming to provoke me.
"Fuck you Willows!" I spit before storming out of the locker room, even more pumped up than I was going in.
I know it doesn't look like that but I am working my other story...Mojo is just being a little difficult...
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