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Chapter 25

Catherine left Greg's room a couple minutes before I did, I hope I'm going to catch up with her because I think we need to talk. I don't know exactly what about but there was some kind of magic in that room and I need to know where it came from. I walk faster than usual through the halls of the hospital, thank God for my long legs and excellent stamina. She looked a bit upset after what I told Greg, I hope she's not mad at me.

When I reach the parking lot, I'm a bit out of breath. Maybe it's not that excellent then. I look around but no sign of Catherine. Damn! I am slightly disappointed, I shove my hands in my pockets and drop my gaze to the floor. I stroll over to my car, no need to hurry now. When I reach my car, I nearly have a heart attack when I hear 'You sure took your time to get here…'

I bring my gaze up to her eyes, very slowly I let my eyes roam her body before they reach their goal. Her voice might have sounded serious, her eyes are unmistakably amused. 'Sorry thought you'd left.'

She takes a step closer to me, hooks her fingers in the loops of my pants and pulls me against her body. I let out a deep breath, which goes not unnoticed. She takes one of my hands in her own and squeezes it a bit, we lock eyes. We are standing very close, I can feel her breath on my face and it seems as if everything around us just vanished. I glance at her lips, they are just perfect… I try to remember what they felt like…

I close my eyes briefly and feel her soft hot lips press against mine, for a moment I'm mesmerized by the feeling but I quickly kiss her back. She opens her mouth, giving me access. I slide my tongue past her lips leisurely enjoying every moment of it. A low moan escapes her mouth when our tongues touch, I have to suppress a moan of my own. Her hands sneak up my back and she pulls me even closer, we just stand there kissing deeply not caring about anything else in the world.

It's not a hungry kiss, it seems like we are communicating through our kiss, both trying to convey as much as we possibly can. I now know that her feelings for me are genuine and that she must have had them for a while. I try to 'tell' her that I'm in love with her for a long longtime and I hope she gets my message. After God knows how long we pull back and just stare at each other, smiles plastered on our faces.

'We need to talk.' Damn I hate those words!

'Yeah I think we should.'

Funny how one says those words but then remains silent. My nerves prevent me from laughing which I'm glad for because I don't think she would have liked that. Imagine kissing someone the way we did then telling that person you need to talk and all that person does is laugh, not funny.

I look at her, she seems to be nervous too. She's fidgeting and looking everywhere but at me, I cup her chin and make her look at me. If we are going to talk at all I better start 'I wanted to do that for a long time and I know this sounds lame even cliché but I don't care, because it's true and if you hadn't kissed me senseless then I might have come up with something better.' I smirk at her.

'Why Sara?' she asks hesitantly. The question is rather vague and I'm a bit puzzled why what? Why I wanted to do that for a long time, why me, why I kissed her, why…

In all my confusion the smirk fades and what I can only assume to be a very baffled expression takes its place. The questions are still racing through my head and I can't seem to find the one I have to answer. Catherine notices my bewilderment and clarifies her question 'Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you kiss me like this before? Why after all we have been through didn't you want to talk to me about it?'

Okay that are a lot of questions… I honestly don't know where to start or what is the right thing to say, so I stop thinking and say the first thing that pops in my head 'Because I was afraid. Afraid of losing you because you would think I was going crazy. This sounds as lame as my previous statement, but it's the only thing I can think off.' She waits for me to continue.

'Look, I started to have feelings for you a while back. I couldn't first figure out where they came from, not that they were new to me, no I have been in love with women before. Actually only women. But that doesn't matter, we weren't really friends and when we finally stopped butting heads I had this really disturbing, in a good way I might add, dream about you. Since that day I couldn't stop thinking about you, I wanted to tell you so many times, but something stopped me every time. Then there was Hank and everyone supposed he was my boyfriend, it was easy to deny my feelings for you and pretend I was involved with him, so I only corrected you when you spoke about my boyfriend, in the end I thought I should give it a try. Well was I stupid or what… The only good thing about it was: I got to spend the night with you. You told me it was nice and I mistook that to mean it can never happen again. You tried to talk to me about it but I was afraid of what you might say. Work got in the way, actually I let it get in the way, so …' Catherine cuts me off.

'Sara, breathe.' She smiles at me and I realize I have been talking uncontrollably, it's a tendency I have when I'm really nervous, I always think that if I don't talk fast I'm going to forget to say the important stuff. Talking nonstop means almost no breathing and I think Catherine was concerned I was going to faint.

Instead of breathing like she suggested I pull her close to me again and kiss her slowly at first, but our kiss deepens quickly. We pull back when the need for oxygen becomes too high.

'You are cute when you ramble like that. That's one of the things I love about you.' I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. 'That's another thing I find adorable.' The blush only intensifies. 'Sara, I … I … it was not just nice, it was the best night of my life.' She really wants me to faint. 'I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen to me. I said it was nice because I thought it was a mistake at first.' That hurt, I want to say something but she goes on 'No, let me explain. I had the feeling I had taken advantage of you… You know how I used to use men whenever needed, well I … I was jealous of your …. of Hank. Remember the party at my place, I tried to kiss you but not because I was drunk, I had wanted to do that since… I can't even remember. I was angry because you could so easily get to me and the fights, the tension it awoke between us… I shouldn't have done it the way I tried but I longed for your kiss. I hurt you deeply and now I fully understand why.'

'Wow. I thought you were trying to handle the situation by using your sexuality because you were drunk.'

'I know, I would never do that to you. You mean too much to me. I took you to the strip club on purpose, I had this feeling you were or at least could be into women too. And that place always sheers me up, so… I had the intention of getting you drunk and…' she blushes fiercely.

'Catherine Willows, are you saying you wanted to take advantage of a 'broken' girl?' my tone is serious but I'm smiling to let her know that I'm not really angry.

'Actually I was, a bit. I'm sorry, but I wanted to make you happy. The reason I wanted to get you drunk was not to get you in my bed, but it would be easier to tell you how I felt.'

'But we ended up in your bed and not talking…'

'Yeah and I felt bad about it, you deserved better than that.'

'Don't feel bad, I had every intention of getting you in bed with me the moment I asked you to dance for me.' she looks incredulous at me and starts to blush.

'It seems we have a lot to talk about, let's go somewhere.'

'My place?' she asks, then the implication of her question hits her 'I meant … coffee…'

'Cath, relax I know exactly what you meant, it's fine.' But I can't resist the urge to tease her a little more 'And coffee wasn't part of it.' I grin. This earns me one of her famous glares again which causes me to grin more widely. 'Sorry couldn't resist.'

We are sitting on her couch, snuggling. We have talked for what feels like hours, I told her everything I could think off about my feelings for her and she did too. Occasionally we kissed, when the urge was overwhelming and yes there was coffee too.

She places her head on my shoulder and sighs heavily, I turn to look at her but I can't see her features 'Is everything okay?'

'Couldn't be better, but… we'll take things slow, is that okay?' uncertainty clear in her voice.

'Of course we will.' I hook a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me, when she does I gently brush my lips against hers.

Thanks for reading. The next chapter will take a little longer, sorry but work (correcting, giving marks, preparing lessons...) interferes again.