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By Basilea

Disclaimers:  Not mine... never will be.

Spoilers: None. This story takes place in my mind.
Pairing: Catherine/Warrick

Rating: This one finally gets PG13... I think ;)

A/N: Again, this is un-betaed... so, be patient...! – And thank you all for your great reviews!!! You helped me finish it!

Three – "Smooching"       ...I told you this was getting interesting... ;)

Catherine walked with him to the door, and that tickling sound was all she could hear. He was really leaving, and she was too weak to ask him to stay. ...tic...toc...tic...toc... seconds flew away for her to say anything. She tried to open the door but her hand was trembling and the door handle felt too heavy for her to move ...tic...toc...tic...toc..  and she suddenly felt one tear rolling down her cheek. She was amazed at the power one single tear had to tear down all her defensive walls. There was nothing she could do now. So she lifted her head and stares at him. He traced the wet mark her tear left on her cheek with one finger... then caressed the line of her jaw. She closed her eyes at the soft touch of his hand on her face, and then, he kissed her.

She seemed so fragile while trying to open the door for him that all he could think about was how bad he was hurting her. ...tic...toc...tic...toc... time was running out for him to do anything. But then she cried one small tear that run down her face. His heart broke when she looked at him. She didn't say a word, but her silent look spoke for her. He couldn't help touching her. He'd been longing to touch her for so long he couldn't resist. And he knew this was his only chance to fell her skin, so he took it. Her skin was as soft as he thought it'll be, so he allowed his hand to touch her fully. She closed her eyes to his touch and he knew he had to kiss her. He didn't thought about what a kiss would mean, or if it was right to do it, he just saw a beautiful woman melted by his touch, a woman he was sure to love, and kissed her.

Catherine felt his lips on hers and a shiver run through her body. She felt the skin on her back grow goose bumps and her knees weaken. Her hand run up his arm to mould his hand upon her face and then she took his lower lip into her mouth and gently suck on it. Then she moved to his upper lip and caressed it with her tongue, then placing both hands on his face, pushed him away from her lips to look him in the eye. She was sure she loved him. There was no way she could be wrong about that. But she didn't know what his feelings were until the moment he kissed her. The look in his eyes couldn't be mistaken: He wanted her. Desire was burning deep inside his eyes. She was glad to see it because she wanted him too. She run her fingers across his lips, in a silent plea for a kiss. Her request was heard and soon his lips were again pressed against hers. Then they started moving like some sort of a dance, kissing each others lips, caressing them with their own, running their tongues across them... till he made her open her mouth and deepened the kiss. His tongue was warm and soft, and his kissing was so tender she almost felt like crying. She suddenly heard that tickling sound again, but this time, she was sure it was her heartbeat because she could feel Warrick´s pulse against her thigh, and both rhythms match perfectly.

From the moment their lips met, he knew he could never get enough of her touch. She felt so soft and sweet he could barely breath. She took the lead in the kiss, sucking and tasting his lips, but she suddenly pushed him away. He feared he had mistaken her feelings, but her eyes were filled with fire. She wanted him. And he felt like drowning in her eyes when she looked at him and silently begged for a kiss. He gladly complied. Kissing Catherine was almost painful in intensity. Her delicacy and dedication surprised him. He had never kissed anyone like that. Her hands were now around his neck, while his travelled down her body to finally rest at her waist. She pressed him against her and he made her open her mouth to get lost inside. Passion was burning deep within his whole body, and he felt an urging need to undress her and get lost inside her, but her kissing was so tender, he was almost ashamed of wanting her so badly, yet his body was responding to hers in a way he couldn't hide, even if he tried to.

The kiss lasted several minutes. They explored each other's mouth, and breathed each other's breath till they both knew there was no way back. Catherine couldn't get close enough to him and he was pleased to feel her need of proximity. But they were oblivious of the fact that they were no longer alone in the room. Lindsay's curious eyes were spying from the corridor entrance, and she was fascinated by what she was seeing. "I knew it". Her mother and Warrick were hugging and, even though she could only see Warrick's back from where she was standing, she knew they were also "smooching". She was so proud of herself! But suddenly they stopped. Lindsay wondered what had happened, and then she heard some whispering. She couldn't understand it, but whatever it was made her mother happy. She was now smiling while kissing Warrick's neck right below his ear. Lindsay could see her lips move, but couldn't hear a word she said. They started moving almost as if they were dancing and Lindsay was trying hard to repress a giggle when they started turning around. Lindsay's face turned bright red at what she saw:  Her mother's blouse was open and Warrick's hands were at her bra covered breasts. She thought she wasn't supposed to see that. Her mother would be mad at her if she knew she was spying on that. She was trying to decide if she wanted to go or to stay, when Warrick pushed her mother against the door and pressed his body to hers. No, that was sure not suitable for children's eyes, so she run back to her bedroom as fast as she could trying not to let her presence known.

Fin

Basilea