Well since I got such nice reviews asking for more... here you are. I'll continue. :)
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Ch2- Not Quite the Plan
I woke up this morning
With this feeling inside me that I can't explain
Like a weight that I've carried, been carried away, away
But I know something is coming
I don't know what it is
But I know it's amazing, can save me, my time is coming
I'll find my way out of this longest drought
And it feels like today, I know
It feels like today, I'm sure
It's the one thing that's missin'
The one thing I'm wishin'
The last sacred blessin'
Hey, feels like today
Feels like today
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This had definitely not been Catherine's plan when she, on a supernaturally bizarre whim, offered her extra bedroom to Warrick- a man she had fought feelings for pretty much since she met him. And then there was that almost-kiss, which really hadn't helped them go away…
Well, there was most positively no almost-kissing right then, no sir. She was undeniably being kissed- very ardently and persuasively, I might add. Somehow cleaning up the kitchen after finishing washing the dishes had turned into a full-blown make-out session in which her highly attractive male houseguest's hands were running up and down her back, threading through her hair, skirting over her face.
But she wasn't complaining. In fact, she was responding, leading their tongues in an exploration dance, resting her hands flat on the muscles in his chest, shifting her hips to get closer and earning a growl in reply.
"Wait-" she pushed him away, breathless, cheeks flushed, eyes burning with desire. "Lindsay'll be home soon."
His eyes flashed dark, taking in her dishevelled appearance. That's right, it was his fault. "Does she have friends?"
If the situation had been the slightest bit different, she would have laughed. Instead, she eyed him warily. "Yes…"
This time blue eyes flickered around the room, halting when they reached a phone. He, still breathing more than normal, shoved the phone at her. "Call one of them. She needs a place to stay for the night."
A smirk toyed with the corners of her mouth. "I'm not arguing, 'Rick, but first of all, tomorrow's school. Second of all, are you sure this is a great idea? After all, you just-"
He interrupted her, coming one step closer. "I'll tell you a secret, Cath. I want you. I've wanted you since the moment you walked through that door in the crime lab and I was thoroughly convinced I had just seen an angel. And you know what? I still want you. Now, you're right here in front of me, and there's nothing in hell stopping me from doing what I can do to prove it to you."
Her expression softened dramatically as she took the phone, dialled a number, and spoke rapidly, apologetically, into the phone. "Lila, it's Catherine. I need a favour. I have to run into work for an emergency and I'll be gone for a couple of hours; I don't know when I'll be back. Can Lindsay come after school with Kari and stay until tomorrow? I can come pick her up before school, if it's not too much trouble."
"No problem, Cath. I understand how work is." Lila said sympathetically. "I'll call the school and let her know. Hope work goes well for you."
"Thanks. I owe you." Catherine hung up the phone. "I've never seen this side of you before; you actually made me lie," was accompanied by a seductive smirk.
"Damn right," he muttered unremorsefully, and once again lavished her mouth with his attention. "I'm sure you're terribly contrite and you'll feel like hell in the morning for it, too." His hands slid up the silky fabric of her shirt and skimmed over her ribcage, and skated back down to just below it, where she could feel them stretch all the way around to her back- damn, he had enormous hands- and no she was not melting into a little puddle on the floor.
Obviously she was, though, so without breaking contact he picked her up, not-so-carefully manuvered the way to her bedroom and dumped her on the bed, settling himself above her, still kissing.
Her heart skittered as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, becoming fairly impatient and finally yanking it open with ill-concealed frustration. He smiled against her mouth. The second she spotted it, she scowled at him- or, at least, tried to, as well as she could while he tortured her with his mouth and hands. "My turn," she gritted, and squirmed out from underneath him, flipping him over and shrugging off the remains of her top.
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The first thought that ran through Catherine's mind as her foggy little mind awakened was that warm hands running up her leg, along the curve of her hip, and trailing all the way up to her shoulder was actually very pleasant. Very.
She peered at her companion through her eyelashes. "Good morning to you too."
A slow grin spread across his features. "Mmm." His head dipped down to steal a kiss. "Hello."
Hard as she tried, she couldn't help but smile back. "Hi." His hand continued its journey, exploring her body under the blanket.
Even harder to do, she batted it away when she knew if she let him keep going she was never going to get out of bed. "I have things to do today. Don't tempt me."
He ignored her, and having no choice, she kissed him quickly and snatched her robe. "I'm taking a shower. No visitors," she added, watching as his sly expression turned crestfallen. "You're a sneaky one, aren't you?"
He frowned at her and turned over. "Cruel and unusual punishment."
She laughed and sailed away. "You just wait."
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You treat life like a picture
But it's not a moment that's frozen in time
It's not gonna wait till you make up your mind at all
So while this storm is breakin'
While there's light at the end of the tunnel
I'll keep running towards it
Releasing the pressure that's your heartache
Soon this dam will break
Feels like today, I know
Feels like today, I'm sure
It's the one thing that's missin'
The one thing you're wishin'
The last sacred blessin'
Hey, feels like today
Feels like today
Oooooh….