Lines
Chapter Seven
No matter how hard Warrick tried to get Catherine off of his mind, he failed miserably. He got called in to do a follow up on some paper work, and he could barely concentrate on what he was doing.
He thought about calling her later, but he figured that she still might be asleep, or spending some time with Lindsay.
Either way, he missed being around her.
His cell phone rang and he answered.
"Brown."
"Hey," Catherine said happily.
"Hey," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "How are you?"
"I'm good," she chuckled. "You?"
"I'm fine," he said. "Are we still going out after shift?"
"Of course," she chimed. "But, if anyone asks, how are we going to explain just us going out after shift twice in a row? Greg is already asking questions."
"We'll just say we're going as friends," he said casually. "But I'm not too worried about that."
Catherine sighed on her end of the line.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"I'm just thinking about Lindsay," Catherine explained. "We used to be so close. I don't know what happened to that. And instead of me being there for my baby when she needed me, I hooked up with that jerk off," she sniffled. "She misses her daddy so much."
"Catherine, you and Lindsay are going to be just fine," he assured her. "Listen, if you need to spend some time with her, we can go out another time…"
"No, she's with her cousins," she said. "We can spend some time together…by the way, where are you in the lab?"
"In your office," he said with a smile. "It was the only quiet place here. We have a new lab tech."
"Oh," she said knowingly. "Well, just keep it neat for me."
"I will," he promised. "I better let you go."
"Oh, yeah," she sighed. "I'll see you later okay?"
"Okay," he said. "Bye."
"Bye."
O-O-O
The end of shift finally came, and Catherine rushed to the locker room to upsweep her hair, change her shirt, reapply some lipstick and gloss, and change her shoes.
She asked Warrick for about twenty minutes at the most, and he allowed her that time. He was taking her to a nicer restaurant this time around, and she knew that she would have to primp a little.
Sara came in just as she was putting on some shiny gloss.
"Hey," she said. "You look nice. Got a date tonight?"
"Yeah," Catherine said. "Kind of," she noticed Sara's appearance. "You don't look so bad yourself there chick. I know you're feeling one hundred percent better."
Sara looked skeptical for a moment.
"I'm getting there," she said with a slight smile.
"Well, at least you smile more," Catherine chuckled. "Well, I better go. I'll see you."
Catherine rushed out to the parking lot where she found Warrick. The night wasn't as chilly as expected and she was able to go without putting on a jacket. She could show off her lavender satin tank top with lace trim. She was mulling over the question of whether or not it was really a "date" that they were going on. Of course, her state of dress suggested that it most likely was, but in her heart, she knew that it was still friendly. Or maybe it wasn't. But their kiss the night before surely wasn't on a friendly level.
He gave her a once over and he grinned.
"You look good," he said, taking her hand. "In fact, you look damn good after twenty minutes."
"Thank you," she said before giving him a soft kiss.
On the way to the restaurant, Warrick couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She looked stunning, as usual, but on this night, she looked especially ravishing because he was able to see more of her skin. Her hair was up away from her face and neck, and he got an eyeful of her long, dancer's neck. He found a few spots that he might try kissing if given the chance.
Catherine felt him glancing at her and she grinned discreetly. She was guilty as charged likewise, feeling a rush of want run through her body at the smell of his cologne, the way his shirt fit on his well muscled body, and discovering just how sexy the man driving really was. Physical desire had established itself thoroughly, and now the temptation was even greater. No, she couldn't think about that now. It would ruin everything between them. It would ruin years of friendship and trust. They were going out on an already flimsy limb having dinners together after shift. The bough would certainly break if they went where their bodies were aching to go.
It was a nice Italian restaurant, complete with a romantically dim atmosphere and second floor patio.
Once inside, Warrick, always the gentleman, pulled the chair out for her and she smiled, a flush rising in her cheeks. His soft hands landed on her shoulders and he leaned down and gave her a kiss to her neck. She closed her eyes to the wave of arousal that coursed through her body. It felt so wonderful to have someone genuinely care about her and lavish her in this manner. The spoiled part of her was thinking that she could get used to this kind of treatment.
He ordered some wine and they began to talk.
"It's funny," Catherine started. "We know so much about each other, yet we don't know about each other."
Warrick chuckled and nodded.
"Well, let's start with our families," he said. "Where did you grow up?"
"I was born in Montana actually," she started, taking a small sip of her wine. "I lived on a ranch with my mother and father. When my parents got divorced, my mother and I moved out here and I finished out high school here. I was a rebellious teenager I suppose, and ended up in places you already know about."
"Hey, everyone's got a past," Warrick said.
"Yep," she agreed. "And what about you? What was your family like?"
"We're not that close," he said somewhat sadly. "My father left my mom before I was even born, and my mom died when I was seven. My grandmother basically raised me. I gave her hell, but she always stayed so patient with me. She's still living in the same house to this day."
"She did a good job," Catherine commented. "Really. You're a good man Warrick."
He only grinned bashfully, looking away and she giggled.
Two entrees, a few more glasses of wine, and a shared dessert later, they were in very good spirits and more than ready to head out.
"I can't believe you still remember that!" Catherine exclaimed. "That was ages ago! Oh my God, that was so embarrassing!"
"So that was you," Warrick laughed.
"Just get the check," she growled mock seriously.
They waited another twenty minutes for the check, and during that time, they scooted their chairs closer to each other and began kissing softly, igniting their souls.
"Mm," Catherine mumbled through a kiss. "When is that waiter going to show up again? I'm ready to go."
"Me too," Warrick whispered.
Finally, the waiter came with the check and Warrick paid quickly before they both got up and left in a hurry.
O-O-O
The drive back to his home seemed long and Catherine's patience wore thin.
She could not wait to get her hands on Warrick. They'd played games and danced around each other long enough.
As soon as he pulled into the driveway and parked, she pulled him to her by his collar and initiated a searing kiss. After the surprise of her action faded, he gave into her and kissed her deeper, taking down a few strands of her hair.
He moved to her neck and began to softly plant kisses there. She sighed then moaned in response.
Making out in a car seemed like such a teenager thing to do, but when in the throes of desire, it didn't matter what happened or where at the moment. Catherine had completely surrendered her body, mind and soul to Warrick, and she knew that whatever happened, it would not be in vain, and that whatever she felt for him would be reflected full force.
They shared one last passionate kiss before separating.
"We better go inside," Warrick suggested breathlessly.
"Yeah," Catherine agreed.
They didn't get one foot inside before she pounced him again, kissing him deeply and sensually. Somehow, Warrick managed to close the door and he pressed her against it and continued to kiss her.
They pulled away again, searching each other's eyes for the answer to the question they were both asking themselves. Catherine's eyes glinted with desire and she was panting from breathlessness. Warrick caressed her beet red cheek and traced the bone with his thumb.
"Is this what you want?" He asked.
Through the haze, Catherine managed to nod and she pulled him into a short kiss.
He took her hand and led her to his bedroom.
On the way, Catherine took the time to envy how neat he was; it was surprising actually because for Warrick being single, she assumed that being neat was the last thing on his mind. Telling from the well polished hardwood floors, shiny surfaces of tables and glass, and perfectly managed bathroom, he was a neat freak at heart, and that also aroused her because she knew that he would give her the same kind of gentle care that he gave his home.
Once in his bedroom, they stared at each other awkwardly for a moment, thinking that what they were intending to happen was only moments away. They both grinned, and Warrick gently pulled her to him. She leaned up and kissed him sensually before pulling away again.
Warrick began to take the rest of her hair down, collecting the bobby pins in one hand to set on his dresser, and using the other to smooth down her hair. Once her hair was undone, he placed the bobby pins on his dresser as he intended and then he placed his hands on her hips.
Catherine began to unbutton his shirt as his hands slipped under her shirt. They never broke eye contact as they did this, and it seemed more intimate somehow.
As more clothes began to come off, their lips barely touched, a torture which they seemed to enjoy much because it built their lust within them, and that was the most pleasurable longing of all. Her swollen, pink tinted lips gave him so much satisfaction because he was the one causing her body to react in this manner.
"Warrick…" She breathed, her voice full of passion.
It was then that he finally kissed her, lowered her to his bed, and began to make love to her.
O-O-O
Seeing her face aglow with arousal and released passion, hearing her voice cry out in unbridled ecstasy, and having her beautiful body wrapped tightly around him gave him more pleasure and a powerful release than he could ever have imagined. He kissed her softly, and brushed a few strands of hair from her face.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" He whispered breathlessly.
Catherine blushed.
"That was…" she panted. "Incredible."
The smiled at each other and they kissed sweetly before separating rather begrudgingly before letting their drowsiness consume them.