Title: Hustle and Flow (3?)
Author: Maaike
Pairing: C/S
Disclaimers: See chapter 1.
Author's Note: I'd like to thank my new beta, Emma.
I'm sitting in my favourite lab, that over the years got labelled 'my lab', when Greg comes in holding a huge bouquet of flowers. I look up and unconsciously raise my eyebrow; did Greg really get me flowers?
"Special delivery for Miss Sara Sidle," Greg says as he puts the flowers on my desk.
"Who sent them to me?" I ask him, moving in my seat and chuckling, "Greg, don't tell me they are from you."
Greg turns beet red and laughs uncomfortably, "No, I'm going to have to disappoint you, they are not mine. They are from a guy named C. who misses you."
Funny how he assumes it is a guy, I know better. I do try to hide my excitement though.
"You read the card?" I ask him in disbelief. My voice is louder than normal and Greg almost cringes.
"I was curious," Greg says, suddenly looking at the floor. Jeeze, that man is worse than paparazzi when it comes to gossip.
I know very well who this 'guy' named C. is and I smile at the thought of that person.
"I'm sorry Sara; I'll buy you a beer after shift, ok?"
"No problem Greg, I'll see you in an hour then," I say, trying to shoo Greg out of the lab.
As soon as he exits I close the door and sniff the flowers. Catherine is trying to woo me and I'll be damned but it's working.
The same morning, just before the end of shift, I find myself in Catherine's office. You know that song 'you had me from hello'? Well Catherine had me from before that. She smiles at me just before greeting me and that's all she really needs to do. How could I deny this woman?
She wants to come to my place after shift, but I tell her I'm going for a drink with Greg first. Her smile changes a little, but it's still there nonetheless. She tells me to come to her place after my drink with Greg. The way she tells me she'll be waiting for me makes me wish I had said no to Greg.
I don't think I have ever been this distant to Greg. He is enthusiastically telling me about this new 'chick' he met, but I haven't really heard a word of what he is saying. My mind is with Catherine. I quickly down my beer and tell Greg I'm tired. I have to go to Catherine's house, I have to see her.
My hands are sweaty and my heart is thumping in my chest. I don't think I have ever been this nervous. Was I this nervous last night? Hmm I don't really remember, I just remember…. Well, let's not go there.
I don't really know how I got my ass to Catherine's house, but I do know I probably broke every traffic law out there and I'm very lucky I didn't get caught. I'm standing in Cath's driveway and suddenly I start getting very insecure. What's wrong with me? I mean, it's not like I haven't slept with her before. I'm just going in for a nice roll in the hay and then I'm out, no strings attached, just like she wants it.
Whoa! There it is, just like SHE wants it. But do I want this? Hell, of course I want to have sex with her, I mean she is beautiful, intelligent and very, very sexy to boot. But do I want this one night thing? Do I want to be her fuck buddy?
Before I get the chance to change my mind, Catherine is standing in the doorway. She has changed; she is now wearing jeans and a simple tank top. Even in casual clothes she looks great.
"Are you coming in?" She says with a smile. I'm still not sure but I walk towards her anyway.
I'm nervous. The whole deal; sweaty palms, pumping veins in the neck, heart beating like crazy. The worst thing is that she knows and she is enjoying it. She is giving me the once over, not that I look special though. I didn't even change after shift. Come to think of it, I smell like bar. Suddenly I get even more nervous. I reek of beer and cigarette smoke, how on earth is she going to want to make love to me right now? Oh wait, it's not called making love, I should label it has having sex as she does not have any other feelings for me except physical attraction.
My nerves are gone the second I walk into her house. She closes the door and pushes me against it. Before I know it her lips are on mine, claiming me. At first I let myself sink into this incredible sensation. Being pressed against the door, this gorgeous woman all over me. It really is too bad she only wants me for the sex.
That's when my feelings decide to start nagging me. I know I'm not the type of person for a one-night stand, but this doesn't classify as one, right? We will be doing this more often, I hope. I also know that this means more to me than it does to Catherine, for her it's probably just an outlet, for me it's much more than that.
In spite of my feelings, I kiss her back. My hands are all over her, the need to touch her is way bigger than my need to get out of this while I still can. Her skin is soft; it seems to burn under my touch, it's almost sensual.
Catherine places her thigh in between my legs and lifts it, causing a very pleasant friction. As her hands start playing with my breasts all my cognitive senses are concentrating on that. I no longer have time to think. Thinking is overrated anyway. She knows just how and where to touch me, to bring me higher than I thought I could go. I am totally lost in pure bliss and I'm still in my clothes.
"Bedroom," Catherine mumbles in between kisses.
The kisses have become more urgent, more claiming. Not that Catherine really needs to claim me; I was hers the second she showed interest in me. She is suddenly sucking on the pulse point in my neck, I answer her with a low growl. My animal instincts are taking over from my human thoughts and I grab her hard before kiss her forcefully.
This only seems to encourage Catherine more; she is unbuttoning my shirt while pulling me with her to the bedroom. I don't care where she is taking me as long as she is taking my shirt off and getting her hands on me.
For some reason we pause and I look into Catherine's eyes. They are filled with want, but do I see something else there? Is that passion? Love? As quickly as the flash of feelings appeared it's gone and once again she has her hands all over me.
"Cath?" I ask.
She doesn't respond, instead she claims my mouth with hers. I push her back slightly, I want to talk to her.
"Cath," I say again, more urgent now.
"What, Sara?" She answers, panting.
She is one hell of a sight. Her hair is hanging loosely and is totally messed up, she has a blush that doesn't only cover her cheeks, she is panting and her lips are swollen. My animal instinct tells me to dive right in, but my brain tells me that I need to know. Damn my brain for speaking up on a moment like this.
"Do you feel anything, Cath?" I ask her.
"Hell yeah Sara, I feel damn horny," she says as she latches onto my breasts.
I would've gone on with this, but the dagger in my heart won't let me. I push her away and again she looks at me.
"I can't do this Cath, I'm sorry," I say. I need to get out of here.
"Sara!" I hear her call after me, but I have to go. This is not my thing, this is not me.
"Sara!" I hear again, just before I slam the door.
I can't do this. I'm in love with Catherine Willows and I feel too much for her to be her fuck buddy.