She knocked on the door, elated by the cold night air, shivering slightly. She was only wearing a tiny silk nightdress underneath her coat, and in her haste she'd not bothered to button it up against the cold. She had just wanted to get there so desperately…

"Bree…" the woman stood in front of her looked puzzled by her appearance. She'd obviously been woken by Bree's knocking, her hair was mussed and she was wearing a big white t-shirt and lace panties, her rather gorgeous legs on clear display.

"Katherine... can I come in?"

"Uh… sure…" said Katherine, sleepy and wondering whether she was just dreaming. She let Bree in and shut the door. "What's so important?" she asked, yawning. "It's two in the morning…"

"We need to talk," said Bree, an intense look burning in her eyes.

"Talk..? Sure… would you mind coming upstairs, it's absolutely freezing down here…" Katherine said, wrapping her arms around herself. Bree noticed, in the bluish light of the moon, that she had goose bumps. She nodded and followed Katherine up the stairs in silence, turning into her bedroom. Hesitantly, they sat down on the bed, turning to face each other reluctantly. Suddenly, Bree felt incredibly nervous. There she was, sat next to Katherine, on Katherine's bed, noticing how beautiful she looked in the moonlight. She'd just decided she needed to talk to Katherine, without a single thought about what she would actually say. Katherine turned her gaze away, unable to hold eye contact with Bree any longer. She didn't want their friendship to be over, but she was fairly sure Bree had come to tell her to never go near her again. Why else would she come so late? She obviously didn't want to make a scene in the middle of the day, when other people were awake, so she'd come to do it in the dead of night. She swallowed back a stupid urge to cry, pulling her t-shirt over her knees. It had belonged to Adam. What she wouldn't give for someone's comforting arms…

"You… kissed me…" Bree stated, and Katherine could feel her gaze burning into her without even turning her head.

"I was just trying to prove a point," said Katherine, hoping her voice didn't sound too strained. "I didn't know…"

"Didn't know what?"

"That it would… get… that way…"

"What way, Katherine? You kissed me-"

"You kissed me back,"

"I… only because… it's… I…" Bree struggled for some sort of explanation that would make her look innocent, but she'd already used all her denial up on herself. Katherine raised her eyebrows, pouting a little, the most irritatingly gorgeous 'I told you so' expression on her face.

"Well then," she said, and she could see she was making Bree feel awful, but she couldn't stop herself. Whenever someone – anyone – challenged her, her defenses just flew up. It all came from being married to Wayne, back when she'd just keep her mouth shut, take his crap and hope if she stayed quiet he'd leave her alone in the end. But that never worked, and eventually, she developed a permanent need to retaliate to anything that was thrown at her. Bree turned away, staring down at the floor. "Bree…" Katherine said, her voice breaking a little as she let her guard down "I don't want our friendship to be… over…"

"What?" asked Bree, rapidly turning to face her best friend. "Katherine, you are the most utterly ridiculous person I have ever met…" she smiled.

"I don't…"

"Come here…" she said, and she pulled Katherine into a tight hug. Katherine inhaled sharply, blinking tears away. She truly was a ridiculous person. "I can't believe you think this would mean our friendship's over… Katherine…" she pulled away to face her "I couldn't live without you… are you crying?"

"No!" exclaimed Katherine, quickly wiping her tears away. Bree chuckled.

"We're not as alike as you think…"

"Why?"

"Have you ever seen me cry?"

"No…"

"That's because I don't do it."

"You're the ridiculous one," Katherine laughed through her tears. "So aren't you feeling unbearably uncomfortable right now?"

"Not really…" Bree smiled, reaching out to stroke Katherine's cheek. She didn't know what possessed her to do it, but she couldn't help herself. "I didn't feel uncomfortable when you kissed me, and a few tears are nothing in comparison, so…"

"Oh…" Katherine trailed, and they stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity, Bree's hand resting softly against Katherine's cheek. All this emotionality really had to stop. Bree removed her hand, and darkness washed over her face.

"So why did you really kiss me?"

"I told you!" exclaimed Katherine "To prove a point!"

"You know…" said Bree, a sultry expression gracing her beautiful features. "When you were on your high horse… going on and on… I think I neglected to ask you about your sexuality…"

"I-" Katherine began to protest, but Bree wasn't going to let her.

"And it was you who pulled me close at the table. You had your hand on my leg, Katherine, and it stayed there a little longer than it should have, just for a joke. You kissed me, and you tell me it was just to prove a point? Katherine, we both know how good you are with words, do you really think I believe that kiss was just to prove a point?"

"You're even better with words than I am. I need actions with you around."

"You managed to win with words for long enough…"

"Whatever," Katherine shrugged. "I'm straight."

"So… if I kissed you now, would you stop me?"

To Be Continued