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Part Five
All too soon its time to go home. Neither of us wants to leave but it's not like we have much choice. We bid our new friends goodbye and head for the door.
I'm not totally wasted, neither of us are, which is amazing considering how much we've both had to drink. It's a warm night so we decide to walk back to my place. Then call a taxi for Catherine.
Unfortunately, almost as soon as the fresh air hits us we realise we're slightly more inebriated then we thought.
I'm doing better than Catherine. Balance seems to have become a major problem for her and it's a funny as hell. She seems to think so too, we're stopping every few steps because we're laughing so hard. We must look really stupid.
Thankfully my apartment is only a few blocks away the walk sobers me up a bit. Catherine doesn't seem to have been as lucky.
She's perfectly coherent but it's as if her body is choosing to ignore the commands she's giving it and this is confusing the hell out of her. I've never in my life seen anything as adorable as she is right now.
She's way too drunk to get home alone, so I suggest she crashes at my place. Now we just need to get up the stairs.
"Always with the good ideas, so you're not just a pretty face then?"
"Nope, the rest of me isn't bad either, now can you make it up the stairs?"
She seems to ponder this question for a second. "I think maybe I could, if my legs would do as I'm telling them, and I agree, the rest of you is pretty damn fine."
Okay I'm going to ignore that last bit; she's way to drunk for me to even try that conversation.
It takes a while but we manage to get up the stairs and into my apartment. Catherine makes her way to the sofa and I get us some water and make my way to where she's sitting.
"Here, drink this." I tell her, handing her the water.
"What is it? More alcohol?" She regards me for a second but doesn't wait for my answer before drinking. "Just water, that's good, I think we've had too much to drink."
"I agree. I have had so much fun tonight though. I can't remember the last time I laughed so much." I tell her. "Make sure you drink all that water. It'll help with the hang over." I add.
"Yes Mom. You sure you don't mind me staying?"
"Not at all, come on, I'll show you the spare room."
I stand up and head towards the spare bedroom. Turning around a few seconds later to find she's still trying to stand up
"You need a little help there?" I smile. The look she gives me says it all and I head back to give her a hand.
Once were in the bedroom she sits on the end of the bed and I grab a T-shirt for her to wear, it's big on me so I figure it's going to be huge on her.
"You want to wear this?"
"Yeah, thanks." I leave the room and head into the bathroom while she changes, being in the same room as a half naked Catherine would not be good for me right now.
"Sara!" I re-enter the bedroom to find her in the same condition as when I left.
"What's up?" She has this adorable confused look on her face, and I can't help smile at her.
"These don't want to comply." She points to the buttons on her shirt as she says this. "Can you help me out?"
Is she kidding, really, she's got to be kidding; I can't do this, hell no.
"Yeah, sure." WHAT! Did I just say yes? Damn I need to have a word with my mouth about saying stuff I don't mean, and if I didn't mean it why the hell am I walking towards her?
"Can you stand up?" I figure it'll be easier to open them if she stands up, not that I'm actually going to do this that is.
She puts her hands on my hips and uses them for leverage to pull herself up, then doesn't bother moving them.
"Yep, see I'm not drunk." I giggle at the ludicrousness of her statement and she giggles with me, she knows she's drunk. Thankfully for her the alcohol seems to be wearing off a little.
I still can't believe I agreed to this. It should be a simple thing, undoing buttons, that's all it is but I'm shaking at the thought of what I'm about to do. I can't help but think of the skin I'm about to reveal. How much do I wish this was a different situation? Add to all that I'm slightly drunk, and she was right, the buttons don't want to comply. Why did she have to pick a shirt with tiny buttons?
I'm so busy concentrating on my task that the feeling of her hand on my stomach is actually a shock. I stop before opening the last button and look at her face. She seems to be mesmerized as she traces her fingers across the exposed flesh, leaving a trail of goose bumps on my skin.
She swirls her finger around my belly button and my sharp intake of breath seems to bring her out of her daze. She meets my eyes with hers, she hasn't stopped her hand though, and I need her to before I do something stupid. So I cover her hand with mine, stopping the movement.
"I don't think you should do that." Well that sounded really convincing Sara. She moves her hand and places it back on my hip. Thank god.
"I'm sorry…well kind of."
"Kind Of?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, kind of." She steps closer to me. Oh shit.
"I've wanted to do that all night; do you have any idea how hot you look tonight? How hot you look in these clothes?"
Oh no, I cannot believe she's doing this, not now. Why couldn't she have done this a few hours ago?
"I mean, you usually look sexy as hell, but tonight..." She trails off, bringing her hand back to my stomach. I need to get out of here.
I could so easily give in to whatever she has in mind but I'd regret it in the morning or rather, I'm too afraid she would.
"Do you know how hard it's been to keep my hands off you tonight? From the moment you opened your front door for me I've wanted to touch you so badly." She isn't looking at me as she speaks; her eyes are roaming across my body.
I close my eyes at her words. I can't believe the affect she's having on me, how strongly my body is reacting.
"So, you'll understand why I'm only kind of sorry." Her free hand moves up from my hip to cup my face and she runs her thumb across my bottom lip, then moves her hand to the back of my neck.
"I'm not going to be sorry for doing this either."
Before I have a chance to react she leans up and kisses me. I don't want to return the kiss, honestly I don't, but my body seems to be on auto pilot and pretty soon her tongue is seeking entrance into my mouth. I offer no resistance; instead I greet it with a moan, this is incredible, god can she kiss. I know I have to stop this before it gets out of hand but the way she's kissing me is making me melt.
Her free hand moves around my waist and she uses it to pull me closer, as she rakes her nails lightly across the bottom of my back. I can't help the low moan that follows her action.
I have to stop this, but that's easier said than done. Her nails lightly scratch my back again and I'm all but purring. My resolve is quickly slipping away from me so I decide to use the last of it to take action. As much as it pains me to do so I pull back from the kiss.
"What's the matter?" She questions.
She's still lightly raking her nails across the bottom of my back and I'm willing my body not to arch into her touch.
"I can't do this, not now."
"Why?" She moves in to kiss me again and I move back so I'm just out of reach. My body is screaming at me to stop fighting this but I refuse to give in to its demands.
"Please, don't do this." I practically beg her.
"I don't understand. You seemed to want me to a second ago, when your tongue was in my mouth."
I look at her to see if she's angry but I can't tell. Her expression isn't giving anything away.
"Please don't be angry." She's looking right at me and I still can't tell what she's thinking. She reaches out and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together.
"I'm not angry, not at all. I would never be angry with you for saying no. I'm just a little confused. I thought you wanted this, wanted me."
Time to come clean I think, tell her why I can't do this, why I can't just have this be a drunken fling.
"I do want this. But I can't do this now because we're drunk; I'm not going to take advantage of this situation. You'll probably regret it in the morning, if you even remember and I can't stand the though of losing your friendship over a one night stand."
"Oh." She giggles, but I'm not seeing what's funny.
"So, I'm going to go now, and I'll see you in the morning."
"And what if in the morning I want to kiss you again?"
I doubt she'll remember much of this in the morning.
"If you want to kiss me again when you're sober, go right ahead, you won't get any arguments from me."
I turn to leave but she calls me back before I'm out of the room.
"I just wanted to say thank you."
"For what?"
"For a lot of things, but mostly for tonight and right now, I thought chivalry was dead." She giggles again and now I see what was funny.
I choose not to reply because I don't trust myself to speak right now.
I just say goodnight and make my way to my bedroom. I change and get into bed, like I'm going to be able to sleep now when all I can think about is her kiss.
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