Part 3

Excited voices were audible in the restroom from outside, steps tramped by the door, some unintelligible orders were shouted – but Garret and Renee didn't notice any of these things. In their worlds nothing revolved around panic, robbers, power outage at the moment – because when her soft, warm lips met his rough ones, their worlds lit up in their own colorful lights.

It was a first delicate contact, without desire, without urging, without demands. A first approach after so many days of giving each other the silent treatment, avoiding each other and fighting.

Slowly Renee began to appreciate this reoccurring way of their reconciliations, when all of sudden Garret's hands were everywhere on her well-formed body, which he felt up as if he had never had a chance to do that before and by doing this he distracted her from all her thoughts. She allowed it to happen and enjoyed the awakening of a long missed feeling – butterflies in her stomach.

She would have never thought, that after all the trouble, there were still these feeling for Garret in her...but it was beautiful to discover them anew.

He was hungry, had missed her, not only in the physical way - of what she had accused him - even though he had to admit that his desire would not have said ‚no' right now, had she given herself completely over to him...

All the anger of the past few weeks was forgotten – his problems, her authority, her problems with his constant undermining of said authority, the fight about the Jefferson case, her problems with Jordan, the disastrous kiss with Lily, her attempts to bring his staff onto her side – all things that they gotten themselves into after their "trip" to North Carolina for the execution-story, things they had known would lead to problems – sooner or later. However, both would have had preferred a later.

But even that didn't matter anymore…

The kiss seemed to last an eternity, an eternity of which Renee hoped it would never end, that she would never have to regret it.

When the light came back on, they both didn't notice it.

The kiss between them became all of a sudden more urgent, more daring… Garret had his arms wrapped around her, he pushed himself close to her, wanted to feel her with every part of his body. He felt her warmth, her softness, felt that she didn't resist him, that she took him like he was in this moment and gave him what he wanted.

Her hands tried to find some footing on the sinks, when Garret became more and more thronging and when his hands left her back and started to nestle impatiently on the buttons of her jacket…Renee hesitated, her body become stiff just for a millisecond, but that was enough for Garret to stop. He looked at her inquiring and questioningly and she had to admit to herself that she wanted more…here, in this for her completely absurd location, where every second someone could enter…armed robbers or a rescuing SWAT-Team…but she was also afraid of what would happen afterwards – or tomorrow or in a week…

"Don't you want this?" He asked insecure, with a look in his brown eyes that reminded Renee of the Garret with whom she had once fallen in love.

"Garret…" She took a step aside, broke free from his closeness and walked towards the door. Immediately she felt less pressured. "I don't know what's happening out there, but I think we should check on it. It is not right to forget in here what could happen outside while we…have fun."

"That's all I want to have right now." Garret came after her. "It is the most beautiful way of saying 'I'm Sorry'". Amused he rose one eyebrow and grinned at her sheepishly. Yes and very practical, too, Renee thought sarcastically, completely without using words. "I really don't care right now if the building is stormed or not." Garret added.

Renee drew breath in order to say something back, but he was quicker. He took the last steps towards her, accepted the fact that Renee drew aside surprised, before her retreat was stopped by the cold tile wall and ignored the begging look in her eyes that asked him to shift a gear lower.

He was so close to her that the tips of their noses almost touched and while he lifted his hand in order to stroke her cheek gently, Renee felt her last hint of resistance break. She followed the movement of his hand with her cheek and closed her eyes. This was answer enough for Garret…his hand slid down her neck, pulled her to him and tried to kiss Renee again. But this time she tried to resist one more time verbally, but Garret put one finger of his free hand on her lips…

"Shhh… Renee?"

"What?"

"Shut up." And in order to enforce his words, he pressed his lips hard on hers and felt how she finally just relaxed and enjoyed how his tongue filled her mouth. This time she allowed his hands to open her buttons, leaned against the wall, closed her eyes again and tried to picture that nothing else but a peaceful dinner had proceeded this, a romantic afternoon, no fight – she tried to picture the fact that after this everything would be better, she tried to push away the thoughts that this would never be the case…

Garret felt that she had tensed up again, that she didn't let herself go all the way, that something held her back from giving herself over to him, he tried not to think about why this was the case, but concentrated on giving her some of the warmth and tenderness that they gave only rarely to each other these days…

His kisses covered her neck, stayed at her ear lobes, stimulated her as usual, made her whimper involuntarily and made her finally find the relaxation that she had looked for. Her hands grabbed his head, held on to it when he wandered down between her breasts and pushed him harder against her. His hands wandered downwards, stroked tenderly over her curves, stopped right above her skirt's hem, then pushed it up a little, while Renee moaned under his caresses and pushed herself up on the wall, squirmed under his hands and started to pull his shirt out of his pants impatiently…- it was so much easier to just accept it when one didn't think.

A well-known ringing sounded – loud and clear – directly between the two of them.

Renee looked at Garret with a mixture between regret, horror and surprise.

Garret himself didn't know if he wanted to laugh – a bitter, disappointed laugh – or cry. His hands still rested on her small, delicate breasts, which made him feel his erection painfully, and which gave her a comfortable, well-known twitch right in the middle of her body…but she was only able to stare at him motionless, while the nerve-wrecking ringing echoed in the silence between them…

She inhaled sharply when she finally reached behind her and clipped the cell phone from her skirt. She turned it to silent immediately and glanced at the display – her office…

"You had a cell phone the entire time? One that was turned on?" Garret didn't know if he wanted to be amused and therefore laugh about it or furious and distressed. "I mean…can you imagine what could have happened when that stupid thing would have started ringing earlier when…"

"I know" Renee interrupted him angrily. "Should I have handed it over to you right when you came in here? And then what?"

"Then I would have called the police." Garret rolled his eyes, drew his hands away from her body and took one step back.

Did it all start right from the beginning again? Just because of a cell phone?

There they stood – Renee with her vibrating cell phone in her hand and the indecisiveness if she should answer it or not; Garret with an angry facial expression, which was almost distraught – while both of them hadn't wanted anything else but to finally make love, to get rid of their timidity and their clothes –

She had to make a decision…

"Please don't" Garret asked her, but, unfortunately he knew that this plea was in vain. Right that moment Renee finally answered the call.

Garret turned away from her, he was disappointed and hurt. While he started buttoning up his shirt again and tucking it back into his pants, he took some steps further into the restroom. A cold shower would have the same effect as her damn cell phone that always seemed to start ringing at the wrong moment.

Renee managed to listen, while she fixed her hair with the one hand and straightened out her skirt with the other.

"Yes, I see, please hold a second. – Garret? The robbery was in the news. My secretary knew about our meeting. They were worried, but didn't dare to call until the restaurant has been stormed. It is over. There is no more danger…."

Garret turned back to her and Renee didn't like the look on his face very much. She didn't feel like starting from the beginning again. This had definitely been their longest foreplay ever. She rolled her eyes because of him, looked down on her cell phone and made another decision. Sometimes one just had to bite the bullet… "Lizzy? Yes…yes...I…excuse me? No, I'm sorry…" She gave Garret a careful taxing look, and then she grinned. "No…I can't hear you anymore. Some static noise, yes...You're breaking up." She just hung up on the caller, and still starred at Garret with an amused sparkle in her eyes, while his grumpy look gave away to a broad grin.

He relaxed again, looked at her almost admiringly, then nodded appreciative and came back to her. "You're a damn cold bitch."

"O, you know… I had a real good teacher, and now…Garret...just shut up and kiss me finally…."

THE END