A/N: Rating's changed, guess why... As usual, feedback is treasured!
*****
On our way home Catherine tends to break every single speed limit, but I don't care. The red lights are trying their best to block our way. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. I'm cursing the day stoplights were invented. We'll never reach our destination.
And I'm so aching to touch her.
Finally she shuts the engine down in front of her house. She's looking at me, and I return her gaze, noting her nervousness. I want to kiss it away, but once my lips meet hers, we won't make it into the house. So I only brush my fingertips over the back of her hand, causing her to shudder slightly. After a split second, we open the doors simultaneously, hurrying to the door. She's walking behind me, and I intentionally swing my hips a bit more than usual.
I think I can hear a quiet chuckle coming from her mouth.
But her laughter stops as she tries to open the door. I bend behind her, bringing our bodies into full contact. My hands rest on her hips, gently caressing her skin through the fabric of her trousers. She gets completely distracted, her hands start to shake and she must have forgotten her plan to let us into the house.
I have to help her unlock the door.
Within seconds we're inside the house, the door being shut hastily with a loud thud. I don't care about the neighbors, but I don't want anyone except me to see her naked.
She's standing in front of me, inhaling deeply, and I don't wait to pull her closer. Our hips meet, and a gasp of surprise escapes her lips. Slowly I lean down to kiss her, gently at first, but her hand soon goes to my hair, applying soft pressure to the back of my head. I'm going to lose myself in her touch, in her smell, in her taste.
Her tongue slides over my teeth begging for entrance. How could I resist her...
We stumble through the house, kissing passionately, and it takes me some time to figure out that we're heading for the living room. That means, she's dragging me, and I follow her, my mind occupied with analyzing new information about Catherine. The softness of her lips, her hot skin under the shirt, her fingers, burning small holes through my clothing.
She stops as her legs meet the couch, and in a bunch of arms and legs, and tongues, we fall down onto it, careful not to break each other's bones. I come to straddle her thighs.
Her mouth leaves my lips, and I want to moan in protest, as she begins to kiss the side of my neck, her tongue now and then darting out to taste me.
My hands glide down from her shoulders, barely touching her breasts, stopping at the hem of her shirt. I push it upwards, my fingers slightly brushing her warm skin. She moans against my neck, and when she leans back against the cushions, I use the opportunity to push her shirt higher, and higher, my palms gliding over her stomach.
The doorbell rings.
I lean my body into Catherine's, my hands still on her belly, to capture her lips with my own. I feel her fingers fumbling with the button of my jeans, and I slow down her actions unintentionally by grinding my hips against hers. She almost bites down onto my bottom lip, her moan transferred into my mouth.
The doorbell rings again.
I ignore it, but Catherine suddenly pulls back. "Shit," she swears, trying to get off the couch. Uneasy, I stay where I am, still on her lap, holding her back. She squirms against me, and I can feel her begin to tense. I slip off her instantly, helping her get to her feet.
"My sister wanted to bring Lindsey back at..." she looks at her watch, "...now!" She hurries to the door, smoothing down her shirt on the way, still regaining her breath.
When she's out of sight, I fall back onto the couch. Great.
The door's opened, and there's some rustling of cloth. I guess Lindsey is hugging Catherine.
"You missed me?" I've never seen anyone switch roles from lover to mother so fast.
"A little," the girl confesses. Her footsteps are already coming closer.
I hear Catherine exchanging news with her sister, thanking her, and just when she closes the door, her little girl appears in the living room.
I've never been good with children. I feel awkward around them, and I don't think they like me either. Lindsey, however, seems to disagree. "Sara!" she exclaims enthusiastically as she spots me in the room, already jumping onto the couch next to me. "Are you going to stay?"
"Uhm... I don't know. Am I?" I uneasily ask Catherine who's now standing in the door as Lindsey throws her arms around my neck. Her non-answering is definitely no help.
"Please, stay with us. We want to have pizza and watch a movie today!" she reveals her plans.
"Don't you have to go to school?" I ask, avoiding the question, since Catherine doesn't show any sign of agreement. Well, she doesn't disagree neither.
Lindsey rolls her eyes. "I'm on vacation, Sara!"
Right, vacation, I think I remember. "Oh. So no school." I look at Catherine, actually pleading for help silently, but then she looks so amazing that I don't see why I should spend the day at my apartment. Alone. "'kay, I think I'll join you. As long as your mom says yes."
When Catherine nods her agreement, Lindsey runs to hug her. "We'll watch Robin Hood, okay? Sara, I have a new book, I'll show you." She runs towards her bedroom leaving us alone. I'm a little astounded by her excitement, but not in a bad way.
Catherine grins slyly and motions for me to follow her to the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat?"
"Actually, I'd kill for a coffee right now."
I spend the time waiting for the coffee looking out of the window, my back to Catherine. I pretend to be counting the clouds absent at the sky, as a pair of soft hands slide around my waist.
"I hope you don't mind watching Robin Hood." Her breath tickles my ear as she speaks.
I shake my head no, even though I think it was only a rhetorical question, trying to ignore her lips that are making contact with my neck. Seems she wants to continue where we've been interrupted. "What about Lindsey..."
"She's busy with Bugs Bunny. Just relax," she reassures me. The voice of the cartoon rabbit comes from the living room. Her hands start to wander over my stomach, not hesitating at the barrier of thin cloth, but soon traveling over my bare skin. I wonder if she knows how aroused I still am.
"Catherine..."
"What?" She sounds so innocent.
Breathing soon becomes difficult, and I shudder against her, suppressing a moan, as she slightly touches my breast through the bra. Her lips never leave my skin, and if I wasn't struggling hard to remain standing, I would wonder how she manages to stay so calm.
All of a sudden, she steps back, leaving me shaking, and hot, and cold, all at the same time. "Coffee's set."
My hands are gripping the counter so hard, I'm afraid my finger could break. "You're gonna kill me if you keep doing this." I sound frustrated, even though I try not to.
At first she doesn't respond, handing me a cup of the hot liquid without meeting my eye. "I only want to make sure you're not leaving." Her voice is genuine as she finally answers.
The admission makes me swallow. "I told Lindsey I'd watch this movie with you, so I don't think I'll leave within the next two hours, okay?" Maybe it's payback that I keep her unsure about my feelings for her, but maybe I'm only afraid to completely open up to her.
*****
On our way home Catherine tends to break every single speed limit, but I don't care. The red lights are trying their best to block our way. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. I'm cursing the day stoplights were invented. We'll never reach our destination.
And I'm so aching to touch her.
Finally she shuts the engine down in front of her house. She's looking at me, and I return her gaze, noting her nervousness. I want to kiss it away, but once my lips meet hers, we won't make it into the house. So I only brush my fingertips over the back of her hand, causing her to shudder slightly. After a split second, we open the doors simultaneously, hurrying to the door. She's walking behind me, and I intentionally swing my hips a bit more than usual.
I think I can hear a quiet chuckle coming from her mouth.
But her laughter stops as she tries to open the door. I bend behind her, bringing our bodies into full contact. My hands rest on her hips, gently caressing her skin through the fabric of her trousers. She gets completely distracted, her hands start to shake and she must have forgotten her plan to let us into the house.
I have to help her unlock the door.
Within seconds we're inside the house, the door being shut hastily with a loud thud. I don't care about the neighbors, but I don't want anyone except me to see her naked.
She's standing in front of me, inhaling deeply, and I don't wait to pull her closer. Our hips meet, and a gasp of surprise escapes her lips. Slowly I lean down to kiss her, gently at first, but her hand soon goes to my hair, applying soft pressure to the back of my head. I'm going to lose myself in her touch, in her smell, in her taste.
Her tongue slides over my teeth begging for entrance. How could I resist her...
We stumble through the house, kissing passionately, and it takes me some time to figure out that we're heading for the living room. That means, she's dragging me, and I follow her, my mind occupied with analyzing new information about Catherine. The softness of her lips, her hot skin under the shirt, her fingers, burning small holes through my clothing.
She stops as her legs meet the couch, and in a bunch of arms and legs, and tongues, we fall down onto it, careful not to break each other's bones. I come to straddle her thighs.
Her mouth leaves my lips, and I want to moan in protest, as she begins to kiss the side of my neck, her tongue now and then darting out to taste me.
My hands glide down from her shoulders, barely touching her breasts, stopping at the hem of her shirt. I push it upwards, my fingers slightly brushing her warm skin. She moans against my neck, and when she leans back against the cushions, I use the opportunity to push her shirt higher, and higher, my palms gliding over her stomach.
The doorbell rings.
I lean my body into Catherine's, my hands still on her belly, to capture her lips with my own. I feel her fingers fumbling with the button of my jeans, and I slow down her actions unintentionally by grinding my hips against hers. She almost bites down onto my bottom lip, her moan transferred into my mouth.
The doorbell rings again.
I ignore it, but Catherine suddenly pulls back. "Shit," she swears, trying to get off the couch. Uneasy, I stay where I am, still on her lap, holding her back. She squirms against me, and I can feel her begin to tense. I slip off her instantly, helping her get to her feet.
"My sister wanted to bring Lindsey back at..." she looks at her watch, "...now!" She hurries to the door, smoothing down her shirt on the way, still regaining her breath.
When she's out of sight, I fall back onto the couch. Great.
The door's opened, and there's some rustling of cloth. I guess Lindsey is hugging Catherine.
"You missed me?" I've never seen anyone switch roles from lover to mother so fast.
"A little," the girl confesses. Her footsteps are already coming closer.
I hear Catherine exchanging news with her sister, thanking her, and just when she closes the door, her little girl appears in the living room.
I've never been good with children. I feel awkward around them, and I don't think they like me either. Lindsey, however, seems to disagree. "Sara!" she exclaims enthusiastically as she spots me in the room, already jumping onto the couch next to me. "Are you going to stay?"
"Uhm... I don't know. Am I?" I uneasily ask Catherine who's now standing in the door as Lindsey throws her arms around my neck. Her non-answering is definitely no help.
"Please, stay with us. We want to have pizza and watch a movie today!" she reveals her plans.
"Don't you have to go to school?" I ask, avoiding the question, since Catherine doesn't show any sign of agreement. Well, she doesn't disagree neither.
Lindsey rolls her eyes. "I'm on vacation, Sara!"
Right, vacation, I think I remember. "Oh. So no school." I look at Catherine, actually pleading for help silently, but then she looks so amazing that I don't see why I should spend the day at my apartment. Alone. "'kay, I think I'll join you. As long as your mom says yes."
When Catherine nods her agreement, Lindsey runs to hug her. "We'll watch Robin Hood, okay? Sara, I have a new book, I'll show you." She runs towards her bedroom leaving us alone. I'm a little astounded by her excitement, but not in a bad way.
Catherine grins slyly and motions for me to follow her to the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat?"
"Actually, I'd kill for a coffee right now."
I spend the time waiting for the coffee looking out of the window, my back to Catherine. I pretend to be counting the clouds absent at the sky, as a pair of soft hands slide around my waist.
"I hope you don't mind watching Robin Hood." Her breath tickles my ear as she speaks.
I shake my head no, even though I think it was only a rhetorical question, trying to ignore her lips that are making contact with my neck. Seems she wants to continue where we've been interrupted. "What about Lindsey..."
"She's busy with Bugs Bunny. Just relax," she reassures me. The voice of the cartoon rabbit comes from the living room. Her hands start to wander over my stomach, not hesitating at the barrier of thin cloth, but soon traveling over my bare skin. I wonder if she knows how aroused I still am.
"Catherine..."
"What?" She sounds so innocent.
Breathing soon becomes difficult, and I shudder against her, suppressing a moan, as she slightly touches my breast through the bra. Her lips never leave my skin, and if I wasn't struggling hard to remain standing, I would wonder how she manages to stay so calm.
All of a sudden, she steps back, leaving me shaking, and hot, and cold, all at the same time. "Coffee's set."
My hands are gripping the counter so hard, I'm afraid my finger could break. "You're gonna kill me if you keep doing this." I sound frustrated, even though I try not to.
At first she doesn't respond, handing me a cup of the hot liquid without meeting my eye. "I only want to make sure you're not leaving." Her voice is genuine as she finally answers.
The admission makes me swallow. "I told Lindsey I'd watch this movie with you, so I don't think I'll leave within the next two hours, okay?" Maybe it's payback that I keep her unsure about my feelings for her, but maybe I'm only afraid to completely open up to her.