As with every other day, Bree woke with the sunrise, its rays already working to warm the streets of Fairview, making the harsh fluorescent glow of streetlamps unnecessary. She stretched and turned over, almost surprised to realize that her bed was not halfway empty, as she had become accustomed to. Katherine Mayfair was still asleep, dark curls splayed wildly across the pillow, her arm extended across Bree's waist. She started to smile, but hesitated as the night before flooded into her memory. The first kiss; the second and third, and however many came after that. The heat that had radiated between their bodies, the temptation to take things even further, and then falling asleep together. None of it made any more sense than it had before, and yet she could still recall how good it had felt. It still felt wonderful now to have that delicate hand resting limp on her hip. But what could have possibly caused this sudden transition? What had been the catalyst that brought her from a peculiar sex dream to waking up next to the object of that dream? She had once told Katherine that she loved her, but at the time she had meant it in the context of a sisterly affection; even though they sometimes quarreled, she would always care for and be there for her.
Had she unknowingly meant it in a different context?
With a sharp inhale Katherine stirred, taking her sweet time as she came into consciousness. Her eyes flickered slowly open, her first sight being Bree's shoulder. 'Mm, good morning,' she groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a second as she yawned. Katherine rolled onto her stomach, propping her chin up on a closed fist. She studied Bree's expression carefully, finding it difficult to draw any sort of conclusion. The air between them was silent, tense, but still less tense than what she might have expected. Voice as soft as she could make it, she finally asked, 'What are you thinking?'
More silence. Bree stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind rushing through emptiness. She didn't know what she was thinking or even what she was supposed to think. Her past told her that she needed to get this woman out of her bed as fast as possible and find something (alcohol aside) to take her mind off of this whole huge mistake. Her heart, however, felt like it was still swelling from the night before, craving one more kiss, one more little touch. It seemed as if it was threatening to burst through her ribs if she didn't reach over and take that thing which she wanted, even though she knew all too well that she shouldn't. 'I—I don't know.'
Katherine sighed quietly, reaching with her free hand to grasp Bree's. Their thin fingers entwined without difficulty. She leaned over the redhead, their eyes meeting half-nervously. 'I don't want to pressure you into anything you're not comfortable with, Bree...But...I saw your face last night, I felt the way you kissed me, and I know how I felt when I kissed you. It's not a mistake.' She watched Bree's emerald eyes fill with water, her motions growing urgent as she sat up. 'Bree, what is it?' She fell silent for a moment, studying Bree's face once again before she finally found the emotion she had been unable to place.
It was fear, pure and simple, and Katherine understood it perfectly: the fear of what others would think, of destroying whatever shred of dignity was left. It was very much real to her, even though recent generations had made a trend of throwing self-respect to the wind. To see Bree so distraught felt like she had stabbed herself all over again, re-opening that not-so-old wound. She knew that those who loved Bree would continue to do so no matter what; considering that Katherine had been forgiven for her insanity, it only made sense, considering that the women of Wisteria Lane loved Bree so much more than her. The problem was that Bree couldn't see this, like a model who can't be convinced of her own beauty.
'Oh, Bree,' she breathed, pulling the woman up to sit before holding her in a tight embrace. 'It's okay...It's okay.'
Bree only allowed a few tears to fall, which were lost in the mess of Katherine's hair after they dripped from her chin. She took in a slow, deep breath, holding her lungs full of oxygen before she exhaled. It's not a mistake. Her heart continued to swell, held in place only by sheer force of will. She was still a force to be reckoned with.
The embrace finally loosened, allowing the two women to look at eachother. Katherine wore a small, warm smile as she tucked a stray section of hair behind Bree's ear, ideas brewing all the while inside her head. 'Come on,' she said, rising from the bed and taking the woman's hand once again. Bree did not hesitate to get up, willing to follow as Katherine led her to the bathroom. Katherine stopped, turning to face the taller woman, her movements careful as she reached up to the top button of Bree's pajama shirt. One-by-one the buttons slipped through their holes, causing Bree to blush deeply through her pale cheeks and now-exposed chest. After the last button had been undone, Katherine pushed the soft fabric from her shoulders to reveal flawless skin, breasts that through feeding two babies had maintained a beautiful shape and fullness. She watched each breath cause the woman's chest to rise and fall, fingers blindly slipping under the elastic waistband of her pajama pants to push them to the floor. Katherine leaned over the Roman bathtub, finding a pleasant balance between hot and cold water running out of the faucet before reaching for the hem of her nightgown, only to be stopped by Bree's hand covering hers. She watched the redhead's face as she drew the fabric up over her head, dropping it on top of her own clothing. Hand-in-hand they stepped into the bathtub, the hot water sending tiny pinpricks through their nerves before it began to relax their muscles. Katherine sat with her back against the porcelain, allowing Bree to settle in, spine resting against her chest. Her fingertips pushed Bree's hair to one side, making space for her lips to meet the soft, warm flesh of her neck. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the faintest moan escape Bree's lips. Katherine's hands slipped beneath the water, palms pressing flat against Bree's stomach, slowly caressing their way up to hold the soft weight of her breasts. She felt the woman's jaw go slack, head dropping back as her thumb rolled over a nipple.
'Does that feel good?' she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The only answer she received was a short nod. A somewhat wicked grin flashed across her mouth for only a second before her lips returned to Bree's neck, sucking and nipping at her delicate flesh before soothing it with her tongue. She could feel Bree's hand on her knee, inching upward to gently squeeze her thigh. Katherine took in a deep breath as a rush of heat surged through her body, causing her to pull Bree even closer. While one hand continued to hold her breast, the other sank back down, ghosting delicately across the inside of Bree's thigh. The temptation to take what she wanted was all too present; she preferred to take it slow, but what could she do? Just as Bree had been so seemingly eager to follow her here, Katherine was equally helpless when it came to the woman's body. She was under so much stress because of Katherine, because perhaps their bond ran deeper than what either of them had initially thought. What was to stop her from attempting to alleviate some of that, to make her feel good again?
She gave in, her slender fingers moving to stroke Bree's core. She could feel the woman's thigh tense momentarily, head now resting against Katherine's shoulder. A single digit dipped into her heat, quickly followed by a second. Bree gasped for air, sending a rush of adrenaline through Katherine's veins. Her fingers retracted slightly before pushing back in, twisting and scissoring inside as Bree's muscles tightened around them. She kept a steady pace, clutching the redhead tighter with every movement. She could feel Bree's breath quicken, feel her body temperature rise. There was a gasp, a moan; she might have even heard her name being called in there somewhere. It set her on fire, keeping her palm firm against that searing, sensitive flesh until at last Bree could not hold out any longer. Her back arced sharply, her short fingernails digging into Katherine's thigh as her orgasm took over.
Finally she relaxed, turning somewhat awkwardly to plant a kiss on Katherine's lips. Her hand rose from out of the water, still dripping with water as her fingers sank into the woman's hair. They remained still for a moment, taking in how easy this had suddenly become. Perhaps all Bree had needed was a little push, a little nudge in the right direction. The taste she left in Katherine's mouth was sweet yet deep, like a bottle of cabernet that had just been opened. The kiss was broken, but their faces remained close enough for the tips of their noses to meet. A smile flickered from one face to the next as the water began to turn cold.
Bree rose with caution, stepping carefully out of the bathtub; there couldn't have been anything more embarrassing than slipping and falling in front of Katherine. She then offered a hand to Katherine, helping her out before she pulled the woman into a tight embrace. Her hands conformed to the shape of Katherine's shoulders, sliding down her arms and at her elbows moving to her back, fingertips meeting over her spine. Her skin was warm, smooth, inviting. She took the smaller woman's hand, returning them to the bedroom, crawling back across the mattress before she leaned in for another kiss. A soft moan escaped Katherine's throat, sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers dropped to her hip—but stopped there. 'I don't know what I'm doing,' she finally admitted.
Katherine cocked an eyebrow as a short peal of laughter burst from her lips. 'Don't worry,' she replied, 'learning is half the fun.'
