Sadist?
Me? Never ;) Well my darlings, your threats and lovely words are the
best encouragement a writer could ever get. And a special thanks to
ACertainJustice, your words almost made me cry. Now, I know I'm
evil and no, I'm not apologising for it. But since you've all
been so wonderful, I thought you deserved a treat. So here you are my
dears. And no, it's not the last chapter. But we're closing in on
it.
Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts. You
rock:)
Love,
Jellicos
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Chapter eighteen: Coffee and torture
I really needed to call someone about fixing that damned elevator.
It had been three hours since I'd run out of work, leaving Grissom and Catherine behind. The looks on their faces still haunted me, even after my long walk through the desert. I still didn't know why I thought that was a good idea. I mean, honestly, who drives up to the middle of the Nevada desert and goes for a walk in the middle of the night?
As I reached the top of the fifth floor, my heart stopped. Was there a chance I was actually laying passed out in the middle of the desert hallucinating this?
With careful steps I walked over to my door. I couldn't believe it.
There, leaning against my door sat Catherine Willows, fast asleep looking like an angel. Well, sleep really had a peaceful effect on her appearance. For several moments I just stood there, watching as her chest rose and fell with every soft breath she took. How her body curled up to compensate for the hard material it was resting on. Her facial features where so relaxed, so… angelic. Only highlighted by the soft blonde strains falling around her face. She looked so perfect.
I couldn't stop myself, my hand reached out to touch her cheek. I just needed to feel her skin.
"Cath…" I whispered her name as she leaned into the touch of my hand. Oh god, if my heart had a voice. It would be singing arias right about now.
"Sara?" Her sleep drunken voice searched for me as those baby blues fluttered open, trying their best to focus on me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, watching her take in her surroundings and realize where she was.
"Where…? Oh…" It sank in and I stood up, fishing the keys out of my bag.
"Coffee?" I asked her as she stood up and I unlocked my door. I didn't wait for a reply but simply walked in, leaving the door open.
"How long have you been sitting there?" I asked her as I made my way into the kitchen. I heard the door shut behind me and footsteps entering my apartment. She didn't say anything, but she was standing in my living room. Well, since it was a one bedroom apartment, she was standing somewhere between the kitchen counter, the living room and the work station. But all I cared about was that she was standing here, with me.
"Milk and sweetener, right?" I asked as I poured two cups of coffee, adding the two condiments to both cups. It was a rhetorical question; I knew how she took her coffee. Why didn't she speak? She must have sat there for some time, waiting for me. Was she going to yell at me? Tell me it wasn't going to happen between us? I knew all this, why couldn't she just speak?
"You're an asshole." My head snapped up at her words. She was standing right in front of me, the kitchen counter between us. Neither her voice nor her expression showed any real anger; it was as if she was just stating the obvious.
"Excuse me?" Coffee forgotten, I took a few steps to the right so that no furniture was between us.
"I said, you're an asshole." She stated again, this time crossing her arms over her chest and looking sternly at me. Oh god that was hot! Fuck Sidle! Don't do that. This is not the time to have sexual thoughts about her.
"I heard you." Shit, what was I supposed to say now?
"You think you can just walk up to me," oh dear god, she was advancing on me. With every step she took towards me, I took one back. I couldn't have her close to me right now, my self-control wasn't that strong. What was she doing? "…kiss me, tell me you love me…" Yes, she was angry and dear god it was a turn on. One more step and she'll have me pinned to the counter. "…and then walk out with four days off and a threat of a transfer?" Yepp, that was my back hitting the counter. God she smelled great.
"Look, I'm sorry, I was out of line." I tried, not daring to look at her right now. I knew she was right, I knew she wanted payback and I knew I couldn't restrain myself much longer.
"Damn right you where out of line!" She almost shouted. "How dare you do that to me? Just walk away like that without giving me the chance to react, to tell my side of the story?"
"Look, I'm sorry, alright!" I had to get away; I couldn't stand so close to her. Pushing past her, I made sure to walk far enough away so there was ample distance between us.
"You ever think that I didn't want to hear your reaction, that I preferred leaving it like it was?"
"Yes I did, and frankly, I don't care what you want!" I turned to look at her, bad decision Sidle.
"Look, I'll be out of your way in a week or so, just… Leave it." Fuck, this was too hard. I couldn't do this.
"I will not leave it. You don't even care what I have to say?"
"Don't…" I pleaded, but she didn't stop. She was advancing on me again. Holy shit how do I get myself into these messes?
"Don't what?" Her voice was low, it was payback time.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, all my effort going to keeping my tears at bay.
"You'd better be." She was standing right in front of me now. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her shampoo and what I could only guess was her body lotion.
"Stop…" I shook my head, begging her silently to stop this torture.
My breath caught in my throat as her hands found my shoulders and pushed me the two feet towards the wall. "Cath-" Before I got to finish, her body was pressed flush against mine. My mind seemed to explode as her lips came crushing against my own. For a moment I was too shocked to move, but the feel of her tongue tracing first my bottom, then my upper lip forced my body to melt into her, drawing a deep moan from somewhere deep down in my throat. I must have died in that desert, and thank god for that.
Her hands released their tight grip on my shoulders and snaked gently around my neck, into my hair. I wasn't sure how long my legs would carry me, but in wrapping my arms around her waist, I could pull her tighter to me, holding us both up.
Needing more, not being able to get enough of her, wanting to devour every part of her, I didn't even ask for entrance before thrusting my tongue past her lips. The whimper eliciting from her lips cost me my balance, my knees buckled and I had to grab hold of her to stand upright.
I couldn't hold back the groan of protest as her lips where snatched from mine, crating a void so strong I felt a part of my body had been ripped from me. Immediately I leaned in again, but she had pulled her head back too far.
"Now will you listen?" She panted her voice so low and sensual it sent a bolt of liquid right through my body down between my legs.
"Uh…" Was the most coherent sound I could make at this time. My unfocused eyes where glued to her now swollen and slightly parted lips.
"You're not transferring anywhere. You're staying in Vegas, and you're taking me out to dinner tonight. Understand?" I would agree to dress up like a pink fluffy bunny and juggle marshmallows if she asked me right now.
"Dinner?" I asked, the reality of her words starting to sink in. She wanted me to stay. And not only that, she wanted to have dinner with me. But…
"Yes, dinner. And not one of those diners we go to after work, a real restaurant." Was she pointing her finger at me? Oh, no, she had the 'Willows-look' n her face. I was at her mercy. "I don't want our first date to be at some shabby place off the strip with booths and smoking waitresses that call you 'hon'." She smiled as I finally realized what she was saying.
"Date?" Wow, I wasn't only dense, I was seriously lacking in the vocabulary section.
"Yes, date." She smirked. Ok, so she'd just kissed me senseless, I was allowed to be stupid and taciturn right now.
"Okay." I agreed, knowing the silly grin on my face was forming rapidly.
"Good. Pick me up in three hours." She said sweetly and let go of me. The second her body left mine, my knees started wobbling again and I had to support myself against the wall to manage to stand upright.
"Wait!" I called after her as she was making her way to where she'd dropped her purse on my floor. She turned and looked at me.
"Yes?"
"Uh…" What the hell? She kisses me into oblivion, asks me out and then… leaves? "You're leaving?" Wow, this really isn't my day with words, or phrases, or anything communicative.
"I need a shower, get changed. I want to look good for you tonight." Her words where topped of with that sexy smile that would turn anyone with a pulse into a love sick puppy. I couldn't speak anymore, my voice was not just uncooperative, it was currently nonexistent. So I just nodded. With that she picked up her purse and made her way back to me. Just watching her walk up towards me, smirking like that, swaying her hips ever so slightly more than usual was enough to make me moan softly. God, the effect she had on me.
"And for the record Sara…" She leaned in and gently brushed her lips against my cheek, making me bite my lip to keep from whimpering. "I love you too."
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Hmm… one more left I think… I can't leave you hanging without a little smut… right? You all know what to do;)
