Disclaimer: I take the first...
since some of you felt the sting of Sara being called a friend...
"You seem dissapointed, Sara."
"I...never mind."
"Tell me why."
"It's nothing."
"There's never a 'nothing' with you, Sara. It's always something."
"How would you know?"
"I know."
"No, you don't."
"Trust me on this, Sara. I know you more than you think."
"Huh?"
"We've known each other for more than six years now. You try to build a thick wall around you but I still see you."
"I don't..."
"I know what makes you tick, Sara."
"Really?"
"A woman knows what a woman wants."
"Catherine, I..."
"And I know when something's wrong. So tell me."
"If you know me that much, then you know I won't answer that."
"I know. But it's worth a shot asking, isn't it?"
She leans back and smiles at me. I can't help but smile back at her. Catherine Willows. Always a wonder.
She picks up the last beer and slowly twirls it around. We sit there for a few seconds in silence, our eyes on the bottle. "You don't have to drink that, Catherine. We can go now. The bar is almost closing anyway. Come on, just leave it and let's go."
She picks up the bottle and places it near her chest. She smiles mischieviously, "make me."
"I know you don't want to drink that. You already reached you limit. Come on." I stand up and offer my hand.
She leans further back. The bottle almost touching her lips. "Make me." God, she better stop whispering!
Well, two can play the game. I smile and slowly reach for the bottle. She scoots to the other side of the table and takes a swig. A long swig. A gulp. Whatever you want to call it. If I leave her alone she's going to swallow the whole damn bottle!
"Catherine, stop it!" I reach out trying to grab the beer before she actually finishes it. And I tell you, she will if I don't snatch it from those sexy lips.
She extends her free arm blocking me while she's drinking. So I really, really need to get it from her. "Catherine Willows! Give it to me!" I spin around reaching for it across the table and grabbed it. Good golly, she almost finished it!
So here I am, half of my body across the table with a beer bottle in hand. And there is Catherine Willows with a lopsided grin, blinking slower. Okay, she's officially drunk. But what a beautiful drunk she is.
Then she cups my face with her hands. Hands that are amazingly warm and soft against my cheeks. Making my insides burn, feeling the blood rush up to my brain.
She leans a bit foreward, making us inches apart. And she looks me in the eye.
Oh, god...
I'm not ready for this...
it's christmas, so please be kind ; p