Hey guys, thanks again for all your reviews! I'm so happy there's other people out there who love these amazing couple like me! So here it is chapter 3, at the beginning it shouldn't have been this but after last episode I thought I had to use the scene on the rooftop and give you my version. Enjoy & review!
"Join me for a drink"
It wasn't a question, he didn't ask, he just wanted her to be with him and the way he was looking at her in the eyes he contradicted his previous words. He lied saying he didn't find her interesting, he just wanted to hurt her a bit, maybe because of the dinner with the in-laws or because she was still choosing the cook, he didn't know. He couldn't stop thinking about what they shared that morning, the moment they lived together in the surgery… it was impossible to describe and the truth was he could have never done that without her, she has been his eyes, his mind: compared to the case everything else was dull. Catherine could easily understand what he meant and yet it seemed so strangely poetic to her imagining a life without color if it wasn't for neurology, if they couldn't study and "fix" brains.
The air was extremely cold, they were freezing on that rooftop watching New York's lights from afar. His sentence was still hanging between them, she lowered her head pretending to focus on the city because she didn't know what to do. She had a very bad time that night, her mother-in-law pretended to turn her into everything she was scared to the death to become, she would have never been the wifie who stayed at home making biscuits all day, she loved her job and wouldn't have started working part time, never!
She sighed again enjoying the silence Bick was respecting, it was beautiful to be able to be with someone and not have to fill it with stupid conversations or useless words. He would have never wanted to change her, to turn her into someone she wasn't, he knew what neurology meant to her, not just a job and that was both comforting and frightening at the same time because that was something burning for him under the surface and every time they were alone, every time he touched her, it was like throwing gasoline on fire.
…
Catherine Black found herself seated at the table of Hotel Mirabella's bar. It was like an amnesia, she didn't remember the moment she accepted his invitation or when they left the Cube to go there but she knew that was dangerous, being so close to him, in a hotel, his hotel, everything could terribly wrong so easily.
She removed her coat, she was still wearing the same clothes of that morning, she didn't have time go home and change for the dinner: her silk beige blouse and high waisted black pants. Her first thought was that he couldn't sneak his hand anywhere, no skirt that time… she laughed.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Nothing"
"It's never 'nothing' with you"
He sipped his scotch studying her.
"Why are we here?"
"Because I invited you for a drink"
"You know what I mean"
"Because we're good together"
So many meanings in just one sentence.
"You don't want obligations or strings but last time you told me you want me, all of me. Don't you think it's a bit incoherent from you?"
He chuckled "So you listen to me, huh?"
"Apparently I do but you didn't answer"
"What's there to say? You're engaged, it's what you keep saying, you don't want me"
He seemed to challenge her with his gaze like asking her to prove he was wrong. He was jealous and hurt even if he had no right to be so he played the indifferent role, it was easier than admitting that all he said to her on that rooftop were just bullshits. He wasn't that man anymore. Catherine sighed and just sipped her wine, she had a very long day, she didn't want to play games.
"Now it's my turn to ask… why are you here?"
"Because we're good together, aren't we?" she answered bitterly "But maybe I should go"
She stood up taking her coat.
"Black wait, sit down"
"Why? Give me a good reason to stay"
He swallowed forcing himself to say those words "I don't wanna be alone"
"I don't wanna play games Bick"
"I promise"
She seated again and awkward silence fell between them, completely different from the one on the rooftop, this was full of unspoken words and truths. Suddenly she felt so sad for the man in front of her, the situation, the dynamics between them, for the evening she spent at her in-laws' place, she'd have liked to be home alone and cry for all and nothing.
"I'm sorry, I've been an ass as usual"
"I haven't been a sweetheart either"
"And that's why I like you"
He smiled and then turned serious as if he had said something inappropriate.
"I never know what to say with you"
"You shouldn't have this problem, we're colleagues"
"Are we?"
"Bick…"
"You're right, sorry"
He drunk all his scotch in one gulp and ordered another.
"Maybe I should let you go, he must be waiting for you…"
"Don't go there"
"I am not, I'm just telling the truth"
She looked at him deeply and the memories of all their encounters and that morning in surgery came back to her mind, just like the black and white hallucination about how her life would be if… her eyes became watery but it was too late to hide it.
"Sorry, I've to go to the restroom"
"Black…"
She walked fast towards the ladies restroom hoping to have a moment to get a grip on herself. She was gripping tightly the washbowl, tears streaming down her face, when he broke into the bathroom.
"Leave me alone Bick!"
"Forget it!"
Ian hugged her tight and she started sobbing against his chest. He didn't know what he was doing, he wasn't good at that, at comforting people, especially her: it was the first time he was hugging a woman without actually having sex with her and it was weird and awkward.
He didn't need to ask why she was feeling that way, he knew it, she could be such an enigma sometimes but not that night, not after the lovely dinner: who did go back to the office when just had a good evening with her fiancé and his parents? Workaholics like them but that was not the point.
The warm of her body was waking that insatiable desire up, he couldn't help himself when she was around. Catherine felt him growing hard against her and instead of being mad at him, she found herself aroused too. Her hand reached the bulge of his pants caressing it and he breathed hard, her gaze went looking at him at him while opening his pants and freeing his erection; he was so heavy and thick in her hand and she wanted to watch his expression change while she pleasured him. His usual cockiness or even the worry about her disappeared, his eyelids closed slightly enjoying the moment, her hand fisting him.
When he opened his eyes again they were black like petrol and he kissed her desperately thrusting his tongue in her mouth, mixing the flavor of scotch and wine. Catherine broke the kiss and fell on her knees wrapping her lips around him before he could even understand what was happening… she heard him muttering Christ or some other curse while she sucked and licked him, he was so big and she was suffocating but she didn't care, because that was better than the way she felt in that living room in front of the tv. She needed to erase that memory so she sucked him hard and fast knowing he was already close, she could say it from his panting and the excruciating way he was trying not to thrust in her mouth.
For the first time she wasn't feeling guilty, she didn't want to think anymore. She pushed him deeper down her throat and he started coming moaning her name, his eyes closed, hands gripping the marble counter.
When he finished she stood up cleaning her mouth with the hand like a kid, her cheeks were still stained of tears and he felt a bastard to let her do what she did to him just a moment ago, he should have stopped her, he should have…
"I don't want to lose my colors" she whispered
"So don't marry him"
"I can't"
Her lip trembled, she bit it and run away from the bathroom. Bick throw a punch against the door cursing, every time they seemed to take a step forward, every time it seemed something could change, she fled from him and he couldn't bear it anymore.