TIC... TOC...

By Basilea

Disclaimers: As I said before, they´re not mine, no matter how badly I´d wanted them to be  

Spoilers: None.
Pairing: Cath/Warrick

Rating: NC17 ... Yeepy!

A/N: Un-betaed, again... sorry for every mistake!

Four – Back to "rational-thinking-mode"

Catherine heard her daughter's running steps and knew immediately what that meant. She was finishing buttoning her blouse when she finally opened her daughter's bedroom door. "Lindsay?" She was lying on her bed, eyes firmly closed. "Linds... I need to talk to you, open your eyes. I'm not mad or anything." Lindsay opened them and looked at her mother. She didn't seem mad, but her face was as red as hers. "Lindsay you know you shouldn't spy on grown-ups". Lindsay knew she shouldn't, but she just couldn't help it. She needed to know if it had worked... and it had! She was so proud of herself she apologised as fast as she could so that her mother and Warrick could continue with their hugging and smooching... and as she knew now, touching.  But Catherine was more interested in checking if everything was all right with her daughter after what she may had just witnessed. "So, you saw Warrick and I, hum... hugging?" Lindsay blushed again. "And what else did you see?" Lindsay was looking at the floor. "You kissed him..." Lindsay knew what her mother meant with her question but she just couldn't name it. Catherine had opened her mouth to ask again when Lindsay started talking again "... you kissed him and I closed my eyes because I was so embarrassed... I was so embarrassed I closed my eyes and run to my room and I saw nothing else. Nothing at all."  Catherine was sure she had seen more than that but Lindsay was trying hard to suppress her giggling, and that meant she was only embarrassed, and not scared, so she thought she should have some sort of sex-talk with her, but definitely not tonight.  She kissed her goodnight and told her to go to bed *and* sleep. And once again, closed her bedroom door and sighed before walking down the corridor to meet Warrick.

He watched her walk down the hall after her daughter once more, and cursed himself for letting things go that far down a road he had no intention to fallow. The idea of leaving without saying goodbye crossed his mind, but he thought Catherine deserved an explanation. He loved her, he didn't want just one crazy night, not if he had to leave in the morning. So he got back to the kitchen to have some water. He drunk a glass full and then washed his face and the back of his neck. He wished he could cool some other parts of his anatomy as well... kissing Catherine was a powerful experience but having her willing for him was almost unbearably exciting.

He sat back on her couch, hoping her talk with Lindsay took her a long while so that he could go back at rational-thinking-mode, something he desperately needed if he wanted to make up his mind. Should he spend the night with her? She sure wanted him to but was it wise to please her? One night wasn't ever going to be enough for him, and that was all the time he had... but leaving without taking that chance of sharing such great intimacy with her was worse. "Or... I could stay..." but that thought was fast discarded "stay... but what for? Some sneakin' around... some sex-nights?" If he was to stay it would have to be forever, or at least that's what both should hope. So he set his mind. He'd go. And that thought brought back that familiar sound... tic...toc...tic...toc...

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Fin

I know, I know... you all hate me now...

Basilea