The radio suddenly comes to life with the familiar thumps of another of her favourite songs: "Insatiable" by Prince. She has always wondered what it would be like to actually make love to it, and the irony of what's just happened and is surely about to happen again makes her giggle, throwing her head back, tingling all over. Steve raises his head in surprise, expectantly waiting for her to explain what is so funny; he really hopes it's not one of his moves and that he hasn't lost his touch with her.
"Sorry, I'm having some weird flashbacks with the soundtrack tonight," Catherine says, laughing again, wondering if the higher powers really are giving her the go-ahead.
"Soundtrack?" he asks, thrown for a loop, her sentence the last thing he expected to hear from her mouth at this moment.
"Yeah. I love this song to death. And it's strangely appropriate for the moment, wouldn't you say?"
"What's he saying? That he's insatiable? Is that it?" Steve asks, scrunching his nose, listening intently, stopping his ministrations.
Catherine laughs again, amazed at how even distracted, he's managed to get the gist of it. She looks intently at him, amused, and starts to recite, in her best "come-hither" voice:
"No one that I've ever (…), knows how to handle my body, the way you truly do. Insatiable's my name, when it comes to you."
"Is that so, Lieutenant?" Steve asks, redirecting his attention to her, predatory grin in place, kisses peppered on her skin.
"Oh, I'm simply quoting the lyrics, that's all," she says, trying to put on a straight face, but failing miserably.
"I see. So… you're not insatiable?"
"Depends…," she says, smiling openly, happy for the banter and the break in the intensity of the situation.
"Depends? On what, exactly?"
"On who's trying to satisfy me?" Catherine suddenly turns serious, and averts her gaze, trying her damndest best to not think of Lynn again. "I'll change the tune," she says, the moment broken, starting to feel uncomfortable.
"Leave it, Cath," Steve says, stilling his hand on her hip, and looking her deep in the eye, serious too. "The man is right. I am insatiable. For you."
Just for tonight, in their little bubble of rain and thunder, she decides to believe him. Catherine reaches for his right ear and bites on it with some force, bringing her arms down and wrapping them around his shoulders. Suddenly, he straightens up, grabbing her under the knees for better leverage and carefully raises her hips for deeper access.
"You want it slow, or hard and deep?"
"Again already?"
"Yes. Again, always. What do you want?" And he smiles, proud.
"I want you." Now is the only acceptable time for her to say it, and not lose her self-love.
Overwhelmed, he lowers his head to her and she entwines her arms around his neck, just before his mouth slams down on hers with all he has. Getting a rhythm going again, he begins to slam into her at breakneck pace, the sound of his flesh on hers as loud as the rush of blood in her ears, injuries forgotten. His moans grow louder, more desperate, as the pleasure mounts, aching for release. Catherine holds onto him and closes her eyes, as she starts to feel her new orgasm strike like a lightning bolt, rocking through her core, throwing her over the edge. She cries out as her body tightens around him, bowing off the bed, body balancing with the rush of his powerful strokes. He slides his hand away from her clit when she whimpers, groaning as she starts whispering into his ear.
One, two, three more strokes, then he stiffens, buried completely inside her, his own orgasm following. His body shudders uncontrollably with the force of it, and she can feel him pulsing inside her, chanting her name. He holds on for dear life, eyes wide on her, pressing her against the mattress with the force of his release, and it's beautiful to watch his features transformed. She goes limp in his arms, sweaty, bathing in wave after wave of pleasure. Her eyes are shut from the intensity of the moment, as are his, both panting heavily. He slumps back on the mattress, and they lie side by side. She's vaguely aware of his voice, a few minutes later, whispering beautiful words of love in her ear, bringing her back down to earth from her high. Catherine tries to focus on the warmth emanating from his body and reaches for his hand, intertwining her fingers in his.
"Did I happen to mention that I really missed you?" He murmurs, happy.
"You might have showed me," she smirks, struggling to turn her face sideways and plant a chaste kiss onto his lip, to reassure him. His perfect features are shimmering with sweat. Combined with his ragged overgrown beard, he looks sexier than ever.
After a few minutes of panting hard, the cold air around them starts to dance across her naked skin, making it break out in goosebumps. Steve raises her hand to his lips and sits on the bed, reaching for the covers, and pulls them over their bodies. He snuggles closer to her and runs a hand along Catherine's side, to her midsection, protectively but also possessively, caressing her. Catherine turns slightly sideways, spooning her body with his, before placing her leg over his hip. Her free hand cups his cheek, bringing his face to her effortlessly, and they kiss, happy. In their post-coital haze, as their consciousness ebbs, theirs minds drag them into the oblivion of sleep.