VI. The Joy of Cooking
After two agonizingly slow hours in the waiting room, the doctor finally came out with news regarding Lindsay.
"Is she okay, doctor?" Catherine asked.
"She's fine Ms. Willows," he explained in the detached tone that he had to have in order to stay sane in his line of work. "There are no signs of forced entry and no bruises."
"Thank you," Catherine said, relieved that nothing happened to her daughter, and enraged that Lindsay had to go through the process.
Sara stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.
"What the hell were you thinking Sara?" Catherine asked in a rage.
"I was thinking about that psycho you're seeing," Sara said calmly. "I was thinking about your daughter. I love her too, and she was very different. I just wanted to make sure that nothing happened to her."
"Well, as you can see, there's nothing wrong with her!" Catherine was beet red with anger. "You're crazy Sara! I don't want you near my daughter after what you put her through."
Warrick stepped in. "Whoa," he said. "Cath, she was worried. That doesn't mean she's crazy."
"I'm sorry Cath," Sara said. "But I just wanted to know."
"Well she's fine, Sara," Catherine said in a hard tone.
The doctor brought Lindsay out. Catherine seized her daughter's hand and headed out of the ER.
Sara began to cry hysterically.
***
Catherine watched over her little girl as she slept. Catherine began to feel guilty for blowing up at Sara. She knew she was just looking out for Lindsay's best interests. But Sara was wrong in thinking that Vincent had anything to do with the dead little girls.
Vincent was a good guy. Catherine wasn't really sure how she felt about him, but she felt something.
There was a knock at the door.
She ran to answer it before whoever it was left.
"Warrick, what are you doing here?" She asked.
He smirked. "Why do you always ask me that question first? What happened to 'Hi, how are you'?"
"Warrick I really don't feel like the taunting right now," Catherine said, realizing that she was such a killjoy.
"Sorry," he said. "I just wanted to make sure that you and Lindsay were okay."
"We're fine," Catherine said shortly. "Just come in."
Catherine's heart skipped a beat as he sat close to her on the couch. What was she feeling? He was so loving and caring sometimes that it made her want to cry. She had the urge to cry many times over the past few months and that wasn't like her.
Warrick looked at her with concern. Catherine's body heat rose twenty degrees. She was sure there was a flush in her face. She could feel the redness growing.
"Uh, would you like some coffee?" She asked. Any excuse to get away from him.
"Yeah, thanks," he said.
Catherine quickly got up. She was fumbling with things in the kitchen and she was nervous. Around him she felt totally incapacitated. She felt tears run down her cheeks as she labored over coffee, a chore which only took her about three minutes to do each morning. It seemed like she was taking an eternity to make the coffee. By now Warrick was probably thinking that she was out of her mind.
She stopped and tried to compose herself, but her emotions ran over like fizz in a soda. Just when she thought that he left, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. The aftershave he was wearing filled her personal air and she leaned back into him, her eyes shut, and she kissed him softly, tenderly. She craned her neck to reach his lips. The electricity was pouring through her body like a DC power box. His hands traveled from her waist to cup her breasts.
"Oh my God," she breathed.
She turned around and kissed him madly and passionately. All of her pent up sexual frustration and anger melted into hot, burning lust for him that she had kept hidden and suppressed for years.
He was returning the kiss with equal fervor. Sweat began to seep through their overheated bodies and it dampened their clothing. Catherine wouldn't let up though. She wanted Warrick so bad it hurt. All of her senses were heightened and her desire was beyond anything she had felt before. Their tongues danced sensually within their mouths, not willing to pull away.
The need to pull their clothes off to cool their scorching bodies drove them apart. Catherine's shirt was the first thing to go, and it landed on another counter in the kitchen. The kitchen. That's where they were, and that's where they would remain. Catherine nearly ripped Warrick's shirt off. Some of the buttons popped off, but neither of them noticed. She tossed his shirt over her shoulder then his undershirt to the side. They kissed again. He tasted so good to her. Everything about him was enjoyable. His hands were caressing the skin of her back, stopping occasionally to tug at her bra, trying to unhook it. She reached to the hooks and in a flash unhooked her bra, revealing her bare breasts underneath. He pulled back a little to admire her bosom, but she gave him very little time to look. Catherine pushed her tongue into his mouth and began the frantic, needy kissing.
She wanted nothing more than for him to be inside of her. Her spot was aching for what was to come. She unbuckled his belt and began to get rid of his pants. He did the same with hers. By the time they were completely naked, clothes had been thrown all over the kitchen.
"Make love to me," she whispered breathlessly in his ear. "Make me feel good."
He picked her up by her waist and she responded by wrapping her arms and legs around him. He kissed her neck and paused in certain spots to give her lovebites. She gasped at every tug and pull of her skin. They adjusted themselves so that they could fit perfectly. She slid slowly down on him making her gasp at their joining. At this point, she thought she might wake up at any moment. It was just another dream that had gone too far. It wasn't.
He began to pull her against him at a slow pace, which was good, because it allowed her to adjust to him. She tilted her head back in sweet sensation. It was the greatest feeling. So warm, wet, and hot. Once she adjusted to him, she wanted more.
"Harder," she requested.
Warrick complied with her request. He pulled her to him and let their hips grind together. Catherine moaned softly. The pace had picked up and her need grew greater with every thrust.
"Warrick…" She gasped as she rubbed against his muscled body. "I need you. I really need you."
He kissed her tenderly. He wanted her. He wanted to see her lose control and let loose with her orgasm when it came.
The building up of sensation proved too much for the pair.
"Oh God, you feel so good inside me," Catherine whispered. "I want you deeper, harder and faster. Please Warrick. I want you so much."
With that she loosened her legs and let them fall to his sides while he supported her. He began to thrust into her harder and harder. Moans and whimpers escaped her mouth.
"Oh…yes…good…don't stop," was all she could say. "God, yes!"
"Catherine…you are so…beautiful," he managed.
All of the feeling was rushing straight to her spot and she felt her orgasm around the corner.
"A little more," she whined. "More."
He was buried deep inside of her. He pulled out of her completely then slammed himself back in. Catherine made grunting noises as he thrusted into her violently. Their lovemaking was primal and carnal. They were just a man and a woman enjoying their sexuality in its simplest form. There was no romance, just two naked people undulating in perfect harmony.
He continued to thrust into her, bringing her ever closer to an explosive release.
"Let it out," he encouraged. "I know you're close."
She was heaving her breath out as she was about to orgasm. He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts and her volume rose higher and higher.
"Oh, oh, OH MY GOD!" She screamed as her whole body jerked with her orgasm. "YES!"
He slammed into her one last time, sending them both over the edge.
"Catherine!" He moaned as he released himself inside of her.
"AHHHH!" She screamed. "GOD YES! OH!"
They both orgasmed again just from hearing each other moan and scream. Catherine's breathing was out of control. She felt like she had just ran for miles. Warrick's breathing was erratic as well. He caressed her cheek, then pulled her face to his for a deep sensual kiss. After that, they just held each other, letting their fluids and their sweat mix together.
After a while, they reluctantly separated. Catherine put on her panties and shirt.
Before Warrick headed out the door, he kissed her deeply one last time and smiled. She smiled back. No words were needed to tell each other what they felt.
