Only a short one I'm afraid, I've just come back from my best friends wedding :-) it was beautiful and perfect, the groom cried during the vows and they walked back down the aisle and off the boat the wedding was on to the theme tune from Pinky and the Brain. Classic! Thanks for those reviews, still brings a giggle gurgling from my throat ;-)
Sara idly relit the candle in front of her and watched the wax dissolve under the intensity of the heat. She observed Catherine stumble clumsily towards her, the head of the flame saturating the image of the blonde in a hot yellow light. They had been at this bar for hours. Unlike the older woman, she found it hard to let go, enjoy herself. She didn't really find that much joy in drinking herself stupid in a pub and dancing the evening away. Catherine on the other hand was definitely enjoying herself. She'd danced with at least six different men that Sara had counted, coming to their table only to set yet another drink down in front of the brunette, payment she was sure for the dances she was handing out. Yes she was jealous. But what was she going to do? She couldn't exactly barge into an intimate dance and claim Catherine as hers. Because she wasn't hers. Not even close. That was more than evident than ever tonight. If she were honest she was lonely. Maybe her infatuation with her co-worker was nothing more than a symptom of that and these two weeks had presented themselves as a cure. But the more she got to know Cath she realized that this was just a delusion.
She felt the seat dip down next to her and turned to find the blonde hot, sweaty and taking a swig of her drink. Leaning casually on the brunette's shoulder, the blonde set her bottle down and run her hand through her wavy, tousled hair. "What's up grumpy?" She said running a slender finger tenderly down the side of Sara's face.
Leaning away from the touch, Sara replied "I'm not grumpy. Just Watching. I don't 'do' dancing." She shuffled closer to the wall. Conscious of the younger woman's movements, Catherine slid closer to Sara and threw her arm around her neck.
"You know what, I don't accept that. You're younger than me. I'll make it worth you're while." The blonde wiggled her eyebrows in jest.
Not able to suppress the smile forming on her lips, Sara lent into Catherine's warm body and unconsciously played with the label on her beer. Head bowed, she said "Now I'm curious. How?"
"How about, if you hate every moment of being up there on the dance floor with me I'll give you a massage?"
"What if I lie?"
"You won't be able to. I've seen that blush, I bet it even spreads to areas of your body that I shouldn't even be thinking about." She rubbed the brunettes neck and pouted.
"Ok, ok. I appear to have one left on my dance card. Lead the way." She let Catherine take her hand and made her way nervously to the edge of the dimly lit dancing area.
"Lets take this nice and slow ok?" Cath said linking her hands together behind Sara's neck, keeping a safe distance between them both to put the brunette at ease. Sara was so shy. It was heart heartbreakingly endearing. She studied the woman in front of her, her eyes watching the trails of squares from the glitter ball bounce off the contours of the young woman's tanned skin. Sara carefully slid her arms around Catherine's slim waist, her thumbs grazing the edges of the blonde's stomach. Slowly they began sway in time with music, other couples closed in around them, giving the two ladies a sense of anonymity. Pulling Sara a little closer, feeling the brunettes hands tighten momentarily on the small of her back, Catherine asked "So why?"
"Ummm…. Why what?" The brunette asked as casually as possible. She unconsciously rubbed small circles through the fabric of Catherine's top with the tips of her thumbs.
"Why the sudden decision to become friends with me?" She run her fingers through Sara's dark brown hair absentmindedly.
"Do I need a reason?" Sara questioned.
"Well yes actually, you do. This isn't exactly normal for us is it Sara?" The blonde stroked the back of the younger womans neck and smiled. She then added, "Don't think I can't feel your hands sneaking their way down to my butt either Sidle."
Running her open palms back up the blonde's sides, Sara turned her head to hide her blush. Catherine pulled the brunette closer still, their bodies flush against each other, heat mingling in the middle. She gently turned Sara's head back round to face her and said "you're beautiful, you know that?"
"You're not so bad yourself" Sara said smiling. She slid her hand down cupping the older womans pert bottom and inserted it comfortably into her back pocket. It was a tight fit and she could feel the older woman flinch under her sudden touch. A small gasp escaped from Catherine's lips, her eyes widening and tried to stand back from the other C.S.I.
"Sara..."
The brunette let go of her and grinned cheekily, revealing the 20 note she'd just swiped out of the blonde's jeans. "Next round's on you if you want to keep me on this dance floor" Sara shouted as she made her way through the rhythmical crowd of bodies around her.
Returning with a couple of shots, she fought her way back to the spot she'd left Catherine. Her heart stopped mid beat as the blonde came into view, arms entangled around a strangers neck kissing him hungrily. The brunette couldn't take her eyes off them. She watched as he run his strong hands up and down her body, on parts of her that probably retained the warmth Sara's own careful hands. He kneaded her breast, fueling the kiss with even more passion than was already there. Fighting back involuntary tears, Sara downed both shots and took off as fast as she could out of the bar.
Catherine fumbled blindly for the light switch, her hands searching drunkenly across the wooden cabin walls. Illuminating the living area she at once saw Sara curled up under a dark red blanket. Creeping closer to her she saw the young woman was fast asleep. Although she was still drunk, she crouched down and studied the brunettes relaxed, sleeping features. Her long dark eyelashes weighted down her tired lids and her slender hands rested neatly under her slightly rosy cheek. That was so Sara, even asleep she had to look neat. Catherine kissed the woman in front of her tenderly on the forehead and stood up and shook her head. She didn't know what she was feeling for Sara at the moment. She was confused. She had looked for her all over the club, but Sara had just left without even checking if she wanted to leave with her. She was a little hurt and offended. It wasn't like her colleague to be so unthoughtful. But as she turned off the lights, she took one last moment to take in her sleeping form. She was really scared about how quick she was beginning to care about this woman.
Following the fading light up the wooden stairs she stripped off and walked into the bathroom. She stood, hands flat against the wall, head down, letting the warm foamy water rush over her toned body. Turning her head she squinted through the water at the mirror. Leaving the shower running, Catherine stepped out of the booth and walked slowly over to the reflective surface. The heat from the water had caused the mirror to steam up. Framed within it she saw a message begin to appear. It was Sara's writing. "YOU ASKED WHY? PERHAPS BECAUSE I'VE REALIZED NOW HOW MUCH I REALLY CARE. x" She stood there, naked and shivering. She re-read it. Then using her hand she vigorously scrubbed out the message, trying to erase Sara's words. But all that was left was a gaping hole with droplets dripping though it, mimicking the tears that were now falling from Catherine's tired eyes.