"Could you give me another piece of pizza?"
We are sitting on the couch, watching Robin Hood. Two pizzas are standing in front of us on the floor, and Lindsey is draped over Catherine's and my legs. I really wonder how she can stay in this position longer than for two seconds. But if she likes it.
I myself definitely like the closeness to Catherine's body. Her arm feels hot and soft against mine, and every now and then she lets her hand rest on my thigh, intentionally or not. Her hair brushes my shoulder each time she leans in to whisper something into my ear.
If there is something close to heaven to be found on earth, I'm sure I've discovered it.
Lindsey leans forward to grab a piece of pizza and hands it Catherine. I watch her biting off, and I must be staring since Catherine suddenly looks at me, a little confused, and holds the pizza out to me. I am not hungry any more. Actually, I'd rather kiss her now, especially with the generous Robin Hood fighting for the weak. However, I don't want to terrify Lindsey.
So I chew on cheese, and tomatoes, and dough.
Thirty minutes later, Catherine rests her head against my shoulder. Lindsey is concentrated on the TV, so I feel self-confident enough to plant a little kiss on Catherine's crown. She doesn't jerk away, but moves a little closer, and I'm relieved I didn't scare her off.
Something in the movie makes Lindsey laugh, and I'm afraid I got lost somewhere during the first fifteen minutes, give or take a few minutes. Catherine doesn't laugh either, and I wonder if her mind is occupied with the same things I keep mulling over and over.
She absent-mindedly brushes a strand of hair out of Lindsey's face, and before she can withdraw her hand, I catch her wrist, boldly brushing my lips over her palm. She remains silent; her only reaction is entwining our fingers.
The rest of the movie we stay in this position, and afterwards we still don't move, our stomachs filled with food, and my senses filled with Catherine.
I can feel her pulse under my finger, strong and steady.
The doorbell rings, for the third time while I'm here, and both Catherine and Lindsey almost fall off the couch. I can't tell if Catherine accidentally brushes her breast against my shoulder in that motion, or if she did it on full purpose.
Lindsey runs to open the door, and Catherine follows her, showing me a somewhat apologetic smile. "Lindsey's going to spend the night at a friend's. They are always early, I should have guessed," she tells me before disappearing through the door.
An indecipherable mass of voices comes from the hall, and I do not even try to understand them. I shut off the TV, and carry the remnants of our lunch back to the kitchen. I'm going to hate this doorbell. I fall down back onto the couch as Lindsey comes running towards me, a bag thrown over her shoulder. "Bye, Sara," she says, hugging me. She gets me off-guard, and I briefly stroke her hair before watching her leave.
The front door is being shut behind them, and after a moment Catherine returns to the living room.
"I want to go to bed." She's standing in front of the couch, my knees touching her legs, and looks down at me.
I truly don't know what she expects me to do. "Uhm, I'll go home, so you can sleep. You have to..."
"I didn't say I'm tired." She holds out a hand.
I briefly consider pulling her down on me, but this is not the right time to play games.
Instead, I take her hand and stand up, and since she doesn't step back, I almost crush against her. For an endless moment she simply stares at me, until she turns around and heads for what I guess is her bedroom, dragging me with her.
I never pictured Catherine this single-minded.
I never thought I'd follow anyone to bed this willingly either.
She stops in front of her bed and turns around. Her hands start to fight with my shirt, eventually pulling it over my head. I've been missing her lips too long, so I lean in to steal a sweet kiss.
We end up lying on the bed, both wrestling for control. She's atop of me, and if I weren't busy with the buttons of her trousers, I'd use all my strength to roll her onto her back.
She's licking my lips, and her hand strokes my breast. Her other hand, touching my hip, is distracting me, and I find it impossible to unbutton her pants. If she keeps going in this pace, I'll be the only one naked in the end. Her thigh glides between my legs, causing me to moan. I know what she's up to. My hands get hold of her wrists, holding them against her waist, and within a second she's on her back. I pull down her trousers in one swift motion. Her panties follow next onto the floor.
Finally, we're both naked.
I can feel her wetness against my thigh, and I can't wait to find out if she'll moan my name.
We're grinding against each other. I love the salty taste of her skin, the feel of her breast against mine, her fingers discovering every sensitive spot of my body. Her touch leaves me light-headed.
She hisses my name, her fingernails digging into my back. I don't even register the sharp pain, pressing my lips against her neck as I try to suppress a cry.
I watch her dress a few hours later, after we spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, drifting between sleep and reality, alternately kissing, and touching, and simply holding each other.
I considered joining her under the shower, but I don't want her smell to be washed off of my body this soon.
We both suddenly remember that my car is still at the lab, and I hurry to get dressed.
The ride to the lab is silent, and before Catherine leaves for work, I pull her into a tight embrace. Her hair is even softer than I could have imagined in the morning, and I relish its touch and smell. "Call me when you're home," I whisper at her neck, only reluctantly letting her go.
She gently kisses me one last time, winks at me, and then she's gone.
I return to my apartment, alone, and the thought of spending the night with my police-scanner doesn't seem so appealing any longer.
We are sitting on the couch, watching Robin Hood. Two pizzas are standing in front of us on the floor, and Lindsey is draped over Catherine's and my legs. I really wonder how she can stay in this position longer than for two seconds. But if she likes it.
I myself definitely like the closeness to Catherine's body. Her arm feels hot and soft against mine, and every now and then she lets her hand rest on my thigh, intentionally or not. Her hair brushes my shoulder each time she leans in to whisper something into my ear.
If there is something close to heaven to be found on earth, I'm sure I've discovered it.
Lindsey leans forward to grab a piece of pizza and hands it Catherine. I watch her biting off, and I must be staring since Catherine suddenly looks at me, a little confused, and holds the pizza out to me. I am not hungry any more. Actually, I'd rather kiss her now, especially with the generous Robin Hood fighting for the weak. However, I don't want to terrify Lindsey.
So I chew on cheese, and tomatoes, and dough.
Thirty minutes later, Catherine rests her head against my shoulder. Lindsey is concentrated on the TV, so I feel self-confident enough to plant a little kiss on Catherine's crown. She doesn't jerk away, but moves a little closer, and I'm relieved I didn't scare her off.
Something in the movie makes Lindsey laugh, and I'm afraid I got lost somewhere during the first fifteen minutes, give or take a few minutes. Catherine doesn't laugh either, and I wonder if her mind is occupied with the same things I keep mulling over and over.
She absent-mindedly brushes a strand of hair out of Lindsey's face, and before she can withdraw her hand, I catch her wrist, boldly brushing my lips over her palm. She remains silent; her only reaction is entwining our fingers.
The rest of the movie we stay in this position, and afterwards we still don't move, our stomachs filled with food, and my senses filled with Catherine.
I can feel her pulse under my finger, strong and steady.
The doorbell rings, for the third time while I'm here, and both Catherine and Lindsey almost fall off the couch. I can't tell if Catherine accidentally brushes her breast against my shoulder in that motion, or if she did it on full purpose.
Lindsey runs to open the door, and Catherine follows her, showing me a somewhat apologetic smile. "Lindsey's going to spend the night at a friend's. They are always early, I should have guessed," she tells me before disappearing through the door.
An indecipherable mass of voices comes from the hall, and I do not even try to understand them. I shut off the TV, and carry the remnants of our lunch back to the kitchen. I'm going to hate this doorbell. I fall down back onto the couch as Lindsey comes running towards me, a bag thrown over her shoulder. "Bye, Sara," she says, hugging me. She gets me off-guard, and I briefly stroke her hair before watching her leave.
The front door is being shut behind them, and after a moment Catherine returns to the living room.
"I want to go to bed." She's standing in front of the couch, my knees touching her legs, and looks down at me.
I truly don't know what she expects me to do. "Uhm, I'll go home, so you can sleep. You have to..."
"I didn't say I'm tired." She holds out a hand.
I briefly consider pulling her down on me, but this is not the right time to play games.
Instead, I take her hand and stand up, and since she doesn't step back, I almost crush against her. For an endless moment she simply stares at me, until she turns around and heads for what I guess is her bedroom, dragging me with her.
I never pictured Catherine this single-minded.
I never thought I'd follow anyone to bed this willingly either.
She stops in front of her bed and turns around. Her hands start to fight with my shirt, eventually pulling it over my head. I've been missing her lips too long, so I lean in to steal a sweet kiss.
We end up lying on the bed, both wrestling for control. She's atop of me, and if I weren't busy with the buttons of her trousers, I'd use all my strength to roll her onto her back.
She's licking my lips, and her hand strokes my breast. Her other hand, touching my hip, is distracting me, and I find it impossible to unbutton her pants. If she keeps going in this pace, I'll be the only one naked in the end. Her thigh glides between my legs, causing me to moan. I know what she's up to. My hands get hold of her wrists, holding them against her waist, and within a second she's on her back. I pull down her trousers in one swift motion. Her panties follow next onto the floor.
Finally, we're both naked.
I can feel her wetness against my thigh, and I can't wait to find out if she'll moan my name.
We're grinding against each other. I love the salty taste of her skin, the feel of her breast against mine, her fingers discovering every sensitive spot of my body. Her touch leaves me light-headed.
She hisses my name, her fingernails digging into my back. I don't even register the sharp pain, pressing my lips against her neck as I try to suppress a cry.
I watch her dress a few hours later, after we spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, drifting between sleep and reality, alternately kissing, and touching, and simply holding each other.
I considered joining her under the shower, but I don't want her smell to be washed off of my body this soon.
We both suddenly remember that my car is still at the lab, and I hurry to get dressed.
The ride to the lab is silent, and before Catherine leaves for work, I pull her into a tight embrace. Her hair is even softer than I could have imagined in the morning, and I relish its touch and smell. "Call me when you're home," I whisper at her neck, only reluctantly letting her go.
She gently kisses me one last time, winks at me, and then she's gone.
I return to my apartment, alone, and the thought of spending the night with my police-scanner doesn't seem so appealing any longer.