To
Blueprint whose words touched my heart, MV who's so on to me, and
to every single one of you who inspired me with your wonderful words.
(If I keep naming names I'll only succeed in forgetting someone and
that would be bad.) So, Sam, you're up ;)
And thank you all soo
much, here is the beginning of your reward for being so patient with
me:)
Love,
Jellicos
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Chapter nineteen: The Dinner
My head was still spinning and I no longer cared that I was grinning like a maniac. I felt like dancing, twirling around and screaming from the top of my lungs.
Turning the key in the lock, I opened the door and walked into the unusually silent house. I couldn't hold back anymore.
"I have a da-ate, I have a da-ate." I hummed happily as I twirled over the floor towards the stairs. "I have a da-" I stopped as I saw two figures sitting in the living room. "Oh, hey girls."
My mom, who had come over to watch Lindsey while I worked, gave me a raised brow.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" She asked me and I shook my head.
"I got the rest of the night off." I explained and watched as Lindsey walked up to me and put her hand over my forehead.
"You sick mom?" She asked worriedly.
"I'm feeling great." I smirked at her, grabbed her hands and twirled her around with me in what could almost constitute as a dance.
"Grandma! Help me!" Lindsey squeaked but my mother just shook her head.
"I guess I'll be heading home then." She said as she stood from the sofa.
"Actually, mom." I stopped dancing to my daughter's huge relief. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind babysitting tonight."
"Oh?" She looked at me with that amused expression that meant that she knew exactly what I was talking about, but she wanted me to say it.
"I have a date." I said simply and started making my way over to the stairs.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Lindsey called after me and was quick to move in front of me to block my path to the upstairs.
"Linds, I have to get dressed!" I said, but she didn't move. Instead she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me with that piercing gaze she'd mastered so well this year.
"Is it Kennedy again?" She asked, not even trying to hide her contempt for the idea.
"No, it's not Kennedy." I assured her.
"Then who is it?" She asked impatiently.
"That's none of your business young lady." I teased her.
"Oh common mom!" She whined and followed me as I made my way upstairs.
"Nope." I smirked walking up to my closet.
"Mo-om!" She whined, reminding me of when she was ten.
"I have nothing to wear." I stated, looking through my racks of clothing.
"Guy or girl?" She asked and I couldn't help but smile at her question. Looking over her shoulder I gave her a wink.
"Nooo…" She gasped, in that classical teen girly voice of amazement.
"You mean…" Suddenly her face lit up. "Is it… Sara?"
I nodded my head, making Lindsey raise her fist in a victory gesture.
"Yes!" She smiled brightly. "About damn time mom!" I only needed to give her a look of disapproval at her words. "Sorry mom." But she was quick to get back on track.
"Alright, we need to find you something sexy to wear. God knows you don't have much…" She rolled her eyes and walked over to stand next to me, going through my clothes in an alarming speed.
"Hey! There is nothing wrong with my wardrobe!" I objected but my teenage daughter just shook her head. With a meaning look, she held up three hangars with skirt suits.
"Alright, point taken." I sighed. "Let's get to work."
Two hours, a long cold shower and far too many clothes changes to count later, I was going insane trying to figure out how I should wear my hair.
My slight panic wasn't helped by the doorbell ringing.
"I'll get it!" I heard Lindsey shout from downstairs.
Taking a deep breath, I looked at myself in the mirror. Why was I so damn nervous? I go on dates all the time, I know what I'm doing, I know I look good, and it's just Sara… Ah, there it was. It's Sara.
Letting my hair down I made sure the soft curls where falling in the right places. I stepped back to take in the full picture.
Lindsey and I had finally agreed upon that black dress she'd told me that Sara liked. Low cut V-neck, high slit, one of my favourite silver necklaces. Maybe I was over dressed? Should I change into something less formal?
But the
muffled voices and giggles from downstairs made me realize I didn't
have that time.
I had a date with Sara Sidle.
"So, where are you taking her?" I smiled as I heard my daughter's voice ring with authority.
"Well, I was thinking I'd either take her to the Bahamas… or a nice dinner." Sara's voice was relaxed and mischievous as she teased Lindsey. I couldn't help thinking how much I loved hearing her like that.
"The Bahamas huh?" I asked as I walked down the stairs, making sure I didn't fall on my ass when I saw the gorgeous brunette standing there looking hotter than hell in a tight black skirt and a tighter dark green top that showed enough cleavage to make sure I wouldn't be able to look her in the eyes all night.
"Or dinner." Lindsey corrected me. But Sara didn't say a word, she was just looking at me and there was no mistaking the dark shade in her eyes. How she could make me shiver with just a look was beyond me.
"Right." I acknowledged her, but my eyes never left Sara's. "Sorry to keep you waiting." When the hell did my voice get so low?
"Wow, you…" She stopped to clear her throat and I couldn't keep the smirk off my face. "You look gorgeous." Oh my. That voice. Maybe going out in public was a bad idea.
"You look pretty damn good yourself." Had I moved? She was standing closer, and I was sure she hadn't walked over to me. I would have known. I would have seen her move.
No, her eyes where glued to my hips. I must have been the one to walk up to her.
"How about you two just get a room?" Lindsey said as she stepped a few paces back, just to be out of reaching distance from me.
"How about you watch your mouth missy and come give your mom a kiss goodnight." I gave her a warning glance but she did as she was told.
"You behave and don't give grandma too much grief. Ok?" I told her as I kissed her cheek and watched with amusement as she wiped my lipstick off her cheek.
"Ok, ok, mom." Ah, the frustrated teenagers. "Take care of my mom?" She looked up at Sara who just smiled at her and nodded her head.
"I promise Linds." She said as my daughter willingly and voluntarily leaned in and gave her a hug. I hadn't seen her do that in a long time.
I didn't see my mother as we waved goodbye to Lindsey and got into the car. I knew she was most likely sitting in the kitchen, waiting for us to go. Her views on gay and lesbian relationships had changed drastically since her days as a showgirl.
Back then it didn't bother her; it was a way of life all around her. This was unusual during those days. In later years she'd gotten much more conservative, and I couldn't help thinking it had a lot to do with Sam Braun.
But as Sara got in on the drivers side, her skirt hitching up just a little more as she stretched her endless legs into the car, all thoughts of my parents and their strange relationship where blown out the window.
"We're not going to the Bahamas are we?" I said with a mock pout as she started the car.
Sara laughed softly as she pulled swiftly out of the driveway.
"Oh no, I never stay the night on the first date." She smirked at me over her shoulder. Oh, she should not have said that. And I think the look on my face was enough to make her realize the same thing. "Cath…" She whispered my name as my hand found the soft patch of skin just above her knee.
"Yes?" I asked innocently as I started brushing little circles with my thumb over the inside of her knee. I hade to administer quite a bit of self-control as not to smile when she bit back a moan at my touch. I loved that I could affect her like this.
"If you keep this up, we won't make it to the restaurant." She almost whispered and I revelled in the fact that her voice was already sounding low.
Right then I made the vow that she was not going to last the night.
It took her some self-control, but she got us to the restaurant without crashing the car. I had to admit that I was impressed. I hadn't made it easy for her. And the night was just getting started.
Before the end of this evening, I was going to have her naked and withering under me.
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