Chapter II
Comfort and Satisfaction
There were two times, and only two during which Catherine regretted her decision to stop smoking: when cases hit dead ends and cold trails, and after really good sex.
So as Wendy Simms picked up her clothes, Catherine itched to light up. After retrieving her bra from the doorknob, the brunette smiled at Catherine. The arrangement they had was very satisfactory. Neither of them wanted strings, and neither of them, thank God, was in danger of falling in love. No, their trysts were more about comfort, satisfaction, and pure animal lust.
Catherine used it as a quick-fix for what she couldn't have, namely Warrick Brown. Warrick had become, over the last few months, her obsession. The proverbial forbidden fruit. She also knew that Wendy was casually dating Greg.
The woman in question was buttoning up her shirt. When she was done with that, she ran a hand through her tousled hair. The innocuous action made Catherine's thoroughly sated body warm up again.
With another sensual smile and a slight wave of her clever fingers, Wendy left her. "See you around, Catherine." Catherine nodded and watched Wendy leave. Oh yes, she would see the woman around. Their fling had not, as Catherine had feared it might, affected their working relationship. Hell, Catherine often found that her DNA requests went strait to the top of the pile.
She and Wendy weren't dating, they were using each other. Not that Catherine was complaining, because she certainly was not. Warrick was still hip deep in his divorce and well, Catherine couldn't have him anyway...so she settled for Wendy. All in all it wasn't that bad of a deal. Wendy took the edge off and she was safe and sexy; just what Catherine needed at a time like this.
It was official, he was a free man. Warrick knew that he lived in the Single Guy's Mecca. If he chose to, he could be surrounded by walking wet dreams in a heart beat. Unfortunately or was it fortunately, he wasn't actually sure, all of his dreams were devoted to one woman. Catherine Willows was his fantasy, his muse, his obsession. She'd once told him that he had been one of her fantasies. She was that to him and more, oh so much more.
The problem with fantasies, however, was that they never took into account all the facts and idiosyncrasies of reality. One such tidbit was the fact that Catherine was, at the moment, enjoying to company of Wendy from DNA.
Oh, they were very discrete, very professional. Warrick, however, had spent years studying Cathierne, watching her. He'd memorized and categorized her every expression. He could decipher the meaning behind every quirk of her eyebrow and every twitch of her lip. It was an addiction of the worst kind.
He'd watched Wendy and Catherine together. He'd seeing the long, lingering stares and the passion heated glances.
Had Wendy been one of Catherine's fantasies too? He wanted Catherine, but not like that. He didn't want a casual roll in the hay, not by a long shot. He didn't want to be another one of Catherine's sexual conquests, not another notch on the headboard. He didn't want to be just a fantasy fulfilled.
Author's Note: Yes, Catherine and Wendy.