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She whispers softly, "do I have to do everything, Sara?"
Let me see, we're in the a pitched darkroom. She's leaning on me. Our bodies touching. I can feel her breathing. So it's safe to assume she can feel me breathing, too. I should say I'm breathing a bit to faster and deeper than normal. I also have to mention my heart is like that of a racing horse on it's final lap. If she let's go of me I know I will slide down like jelly. And be like a puddle of water on her feet. So here I am holding myself up with sweaty palms leaving marks on her wall.
I'm trying to process what's whizzing by in my brain. But it is a difficult task to concentrate right now. Who can?
I've dreamed this before: being pinned against the wall, with or without lights on but minus the clothing. But again that's what I imagine before I sleep sometimes. Now it's half a reality.
I always imagined myself as being calm and cool if this occassion ever arises, more likely being in control. But again in my dreams. It shouldn't happen! Dreams are dreams, what we wish and hope for. This is freaking reality!
Me and Catherine. In her house. I'm pinned up against a wall. Oh, yeah, I mentioned this along with all my whining.
Why the hell am I complaining?
Guess I'm nervous. Because this shouldn't happen. It shouldn't at all. Six years. Six long years, and my dreams should not become a reality overnight!
So you should understand what a predicament I'm in.
"Is Lindsey asleep?"
"Yes, at my sister's. We have the house to ourselves. So, Sara?"
"Catherine..."
"Right here, baby."
"I..."
"Again, what's taking you so damn long?"
"Pardon?"
"Stop playing dumb, Sara. You heard me."
"I...don't...know..."
"Well?"
"It's... dark."
"That happens when the lights are off, Sara."
"I know...I mean..."
"Again, do I have to do everything, Sara?"
"Oh, god..."
"Haven't reached that level yet but thank you."
"Catherine..."
"Damn it, Sara. What do I have to do?"
"Huh?"
"Do I have to do this?"
And with that I felt her body lean more into mine. I felt her hand gently touch my face as her lips meet mine. It was the most softest kiss I've ever experienced coming from the most incredibly soft lips. It lasted for a few seconds but to me it felt like an eternity. All I could remember is the feeling of belongingness.
"Well?"
"Catherine..."
"Still here, Sara."
"I... I'm...confused."
"About what?"
"This."
"Well, then let me do it again. Slowly this time. Maybe it'll register."
"Cath..."
"Shhh..."
Again in the dark I feel her lips touch mine. Again, I'm feeling that incredible wave of security.
My hands reach out and find it's way to her waist. I pull her closer making sure she's real. I feel her other hand slowly caress the back on my neck, slowly making it's way upward. I feel her fingers tangle through my hair. God, I love it! Her tongue teases my lower lip, seeking entrance. I part my lips giving her full access, thus deeping our kiss.
I hear her moan into the kiss but then again maybe it's me. It seems my senses are working on overdrive.
Have you ever felt a moment in your life where time stands still? Where everything felt so right. Everything felt in place. A feeling of finally coming home. Being right where you belong. Right here, right now.
Well, this is my moment.
My moment in time.
She pulls back ending our kiss. I automatically arch toward her wanting more.
She whispers. "Sara, wait."
Catherine flips on the light. I blink trying to focus again at the sudden brightness around us.
Then I see her smug grin with her one eyebrow cocked up.
"Well?" She asks me.
"Well..."
"Well what, Sara?"
"Twice..."
"What are you talking about?"
"I liked it both times, Catherine."
"You liked it both times?"
"Loved it actually."
"You're sweet, Sara."
"No, you're the one whose wonderful."
"Ah, flattery might get you somewhere."
"May I add that you're beautiful then."
"Wow! you really don't want to waste time, huh."
"You really are, Catherine."
"Then tell me something new."
"I always wanted to kiss you."
"Really?"
"Yes, for six years now."
"For... six years?"
Now she takes a step back and looks at me with an arched eyebrow, head slightly cocked to one side. I bet a dollar she's confused as hell with that kind of look in her face. And it isn't that often she is. So this is a new treat for me. I don't move from where I am because if I did I know my knees won't hold me up. So I just look at her. Actually watch her expression. Three expressions. From confusion to shock then to amazement.
"Six years, Sara? Six years?"
"Well, six years, three months, four days and...uhhh...okay, make that five days and two hours and twenty seven minutes since it's past midnight and the time is..."
"Two twenty seven in the morning. You've kept tract?"
"Uhh... yeah. Had nothing else to do."
"Wow, Sara."
"Funny, huh."
"No. But...six years, Sara?"
"Yes. You look amused, Catherine."
"No, no. It's really sweet, Sara. Really sweet. But I have to ask."
"Anything, Catherine."
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU WAIT SO LONG!?"
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