"Orson..." Bree said softly.
"Yes, darling?"
"Where do you want live when we're married?"
Bree lifted her head from Orson's chest. She was laying next to him on her bed, snuggled up to his side and enjoying the feeling of his arm around her shoulders. Looking into his eyes, her heart went fuzzy and she leaned up to kiss him like it was a reflex.
"Mm. Anywhere you want." he answered her. It was hard not to offer her the world when she kissed him like that.
"Would you want to live here? In this house?"
"Of course. Why not?"
"I don't know." Bree said with a tiny shrug, which Orson only noticed because he felt it with his arm. She laid her head back down on his chest. "This house has a lot of history. It's like the stage to my past life."
"Isn't there a place in it for the future?"
Bree closed her eyes and smiled. "I suppose."
Orson squeezed her shoulders once, rubbing her back gently.
"Is there anything else on your mind?" he asked her. He felt her shoulders rise as she took a deep breath. She seemed reluctant to leave his embrace, but she sat up, scooting closer to him so his arm was around her waist instead.
"I'm worried about Katherine." said Bree. "She said she was just going to be gone for the day but she isn't back yet and she won't answer her phone."
"Hmm..." said Orson. "You said she had a fight with Adam?"
"Yes, though I didn't hear it from her. Adam told me. I think maybe Katherine didn't want to talk to me about it because we just got engaged."
"It's not your fault." Orson told her, reading her mind. Bree made a pitiful face. She felt awful that such happy news had had a negative effect on her friends relationship.
"Really?" Bree asked, feeling like a little girl.
"It would have come up eventually. He already had it all planned out, so she was going to have to tell him some time."
"You don't think Katherine would have acted differently if it was a surprise? If she hadn't had time to think about it beforehand?"
"This wasn't a driveby, Bree. It's a major life decision. One that, thankfully, we were both ready for at the same time."
"Oh, I think I was ready after our first date."
Orson chuckled. "Me too. Even after you shoved me off your porch."
Bree made the sound an exclamation point would make, nudging Orson in the ribs with her elbow.
"See? You're doing it again."
"Oh, Orson." Bree sighed, settling back down beside him. "We're so lucky. I just hope Katherine and Adam can work things out. I love them both so much, and I love them together." Bree rested her head on Orson's chest again. Her face scrunched up just a bit as she thought of another very important reason that she wanted them to get over their problems.
"And I won't be able to plan our engagement party if Katherine is going to be depressed all the time."
It was their second night away, and Katherine still couldn't sleep. She kept imagining Adam's arms around her, and in her fantasy he told her that everything she did was right and everything was going to be okay. It was a selfish fantasy that almost made her laugh, save for how sad it made her that it wasn't happening right now.
In the middle of the night, Katherine sat straight up in bed. She'd been hit by a sudden realization that her fantasy could be a reality if she stopped being so stubborn.
"I have to fight for him." she said.
Dylan stirred beside her. "Mmwhat?"
"Dylan, we have to go back."
"...Now?" Dylan said, lifting her head and squinting at her mother's moon-lit sillhouette.
"Dylan, please!" Katherine begged her desperately, hopping out of bed and stuffing all of their belongings into her bag. "Adam has no idea how much I really love him and if I go another minute of my life without telling him I don't know what I'm going to do. If we leave now we could make it back to Fairview by the morning and I might be able to catch him before he goes to work."
"Okay." said Dylan, climbing out of bed in a daze.
"Is it?" Katherine asked. She stopped bustling and looked at her sleepy daughter, who didn't even seem to realize what was going on around her. "I brought us out here so we could pal around and figure things out..."
Dylan smiled, chuckling a little. "I just came along because I thought you needed time away."
Katherine smiled, grateful, embarassed, and happy to have such a good daughter all at the same time. "Then pack as fast as you can!" she pleaded.
Even in her panicked state, Katherine was still meticulous enough to do a mental inventory of their things before they left. She could account for everything except for one particular item.
"Oh, my phone..."
She looked in her purse, then patted each of her coat and pants pockets.
"Oh my god, my phone!"
Dylan had just finished throwing the rest of her things in her backpack.
"I think you left it in the back seat."
Katherine ran to her car and got her phone, opening it and pressing the power button.
"Come ooon, come on come on come on come on...UGH, why do these things take so long to wake up?! Here, take it. Check to see if I have any messages."
Katherine tossed the phone to Dylan, who was barely able to catch it in time. Katherine ran around to the driver's side, hopping in and turning on the car.
"Buckle, buckle, everybody buckle! You ready?"
Dylan nodded as her seatbelt connected, and tires squealed.
"Oh my god..." Dylan said, pleasantly shocked. "You have 32 voicemail messages."
"...What?" said Katherine, suddenly feeling like she was floating.
"And over a hundred missed calls."
"Are they all from Adam?"
"Basically. There are a few from Bree, but...yeah, mostly Adam. Do you want me to drive so you can call him?"
"I...no. No, I know he's waiting for me now. I just have to get to him."
When they got to Wisteria Lane, Dylan jumped out of the car with her duffel bag, wishing her mother good luck before Katherine sped off to find her man. When Katherine finally got to his door, she wasted no time knocking politely; she started pounding on the door with her fist, shouting his name.
"Adam? Adam, it's me, please open up! I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have run away but I thought I needed time to think, and...and I'm done thinking! I just want to be with you, I don't care what I have to do, as long as we're together!"
She heard fast, heavy footsteps running toward the door. The door swung open and they froze for just a second, looking at each other like they'd both just come back from the dead. He was in a t-shirt, sweatpants and bare feet, clean shaven but disheveled, and equally as sleep-deprived as she had been since they last saw each other.
"Katherine." Adam said, but all he could do after that was take her face in his hands and kiss her passionately. Katherine wrapped her arms around his neck, but no matter how hard they pressed, they still couldn't get close enough. She hopped, lifting her feet off the ground, and Adam caught her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed her against the wall inside his apartment, taking his lips away just so he could take in the sight of her again and make sure she was really there.
"I missed you so much." she said. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize." Adam ordered, kissing her neck and taking in the scent of her skin. "You didn't do anything wrong, it was me."
"It doesn't matter." Katherine told him, pushing his head back up so he could look into her eyes. "Nothing matters except being together."
"For a while there I thought I wasn't going to see you again." Adam admitted. "I thought maybe you'd run away for good." He lowered her body just enough so that she was resting on the table beside the door, but she kept her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, not wanting him to move away from her at all.
Katherine shook her head, smiling. "No. I only do that when someone's trying to kill me."
The absurd, inappropriate joke made them both laugh, but Katherine quickly grew serious again.
"Make love to me." she said, taking her shirt off in one smooth movement. "I need to feel you."
She put one hand on the back of Adam's head, pulling him into another hungry kiss, using her other hand to reach behind her back and unclasp her bra. "Please..." she begged him, though there was no need. He pressed himself against her, and she could feel the physical response between his legs before he could answer verbally.
"I need to feel you inside of me..." Katherine whispered. He pulled his shirt quickly over his head, tossing it to the side before he pulled the straps of her bra down and tossed that to the side as well. With one arm around her waist and one around her neck, Adam pulled her closer, squeezing her as they devoured each other's mouths like it was their first and last time together. Katherine reached between them to undo the button at her waist, and then she put her hands flat on the table, lifting herself up so Adam could peel her tight jeans off.
"Take it off. Take your pants off." she uttered. He picked her up from the table and slammed the front door shut on their way down to the floor. When he had her on her back, she pushed the waistband of his pants down, using her feet to get them the rest of the way down. She allowed him to hover over her just long enough to shake his feet free of the clothing, and then pulled him down on top of her so that no part of their bodies weren't touching.
"Oh god...I need you inside of me..." Katherine told him again, tracing a line up his calves with her toes. "I need you."
She shivered as Adam ran his open mouth along her collar bone, already close to tears from the emotion and the pleasure. "Please-" she started to beg again, but she interrupted herself with a low whimper as he entered her. She relaxed her thighs, letting him fill her up, and they laid still like that for a full minute. A tear fell down Katherine's cheek, and she couldn't hide it when Adam kissed her cheek and tasted the salt.
"Katherine..." he said gently, looking into her eyes. "I don't want you to cry anymore."
"I'm crying because I'm happy." she said, smiling.
"I love you." they both said at the same time. They'd said it before, but never while making love.
Adam slowly began to move his hips against Katherine's.
"Is that good?" he asked her, though he could tell by her sighs and the way she squeezed her thighs together every so often that it was just fine.
"It's perfect." she told him anyway.
"You're so beautiful..." said Adam, kissing her softly on the lips as he pressed into her gently again and again. It was the sweetest gesture, but it made Katherine feel even hotter.
She started to squeeze her thighs more frequently, until she was squeezing so hard Adam thought he was going to split in half from the pressure. She started to shake, and she hugged Adam tight, feeling closer to him than she'd ever felt inside or out. She cried out once, her back arched, and then again, her body writhing underneath him, but it was her third orgasm that made Adam come inside of her.
After catching his breath, Adam rested the weight of his upper body on one arm so he could put a finger to Katherine's cheek. He gently wiped the tears off her cheek, leaning down to kiss the tears that had run down past her ears to her neck. She couldn't stop trembling, so she turned on her side and pulled Adam's arm around her. They curled up beside each other and laid there until Katherine's body stilled.
"This is it," Adam whispered in her ear. "This is all I need."
"Are you sure?" Katherine whispered back.
"I'm positive."
Eventually, they moved to the bed, where they passed out exhausted and slept the rest of the day. Dylan would have called to make sure Katherine was okay, but...her inbox was completely full. That, and she'd left her phone in the car again.