Chapter Four – Sara's POV
I kissed her.
Why the fuck did I kiss her?
She must think I'm going mad after my behaviour over the past couple of days. First, I hung up on her when she called me, then I practically ran away from her when we were in the breakroom, and just then I kissed her, then I ran away. I think I'm going mad. What the hell is wrong with me?
Shit, someone's tapping on the window.
Why oh why didn't I drive away from the lab before I started having a mental breakdown?
I turn and meet Catherine's eyes. The blonde is standing just outside the passenger door, and my heart breaks when I see her expression. She looks so hurt. Then she opens the door and climbs into the car. Oddly enough, I'm reminded of the day I found out Hank was cheating on me. Catherine waited in the car for me outside the lab, then she took me out for a drink. I look at her and smile and the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
"You want a beer?"
The exact same words she said to me all those months ago.
She turns to face me, and to my delight, she's smiling, even if it's just a little bit.
Then she says the one word I was hoping she'd say, showing she understands.
"Drive."
I drive us to the same bar we went to that day, find us a table in the corner, and order us a beer each. She clears her throat. She hasn't spoken a word, other than when she told me to drive, and I begin to feel nervous again.
"What I said in the locker room about you not wanting me, I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to sound so sarcastic. And I'm sorry I've made you feel trapped in any way today. I was a bit forward, I know, I guess I just wanted answers…"
She trails off into silence again, then takes another swig of her beer.
"And I'm sorry for behaving like such a nut job over the past few days. That message I left you, I was just drunk, it, I, um-"
"Its ok Sara. You were drunk. Everyone does it at some point or another."
She then starts talking about her case from last night, some staged B & E. We make small talk until we finish our beers. I go and pay, then offer to drive her back to the lab so she can get her car. She shakes her head.
"Don't bother, could you just drive me home? I'll get one of the guys to pick me up tomorrow."
"I'll do it," I offer without thinking.
"Alright then." She smiles and gets into the car.
Although nothing has actually been said about what's going on between us, I can sense quite a bit of tension. Except, it doesn't feel like a bad thing. As I stop at a red light, I glance at Catherine and I'm shocked at her expression. She smirks at me and the look in her eyes is almost predatory. I really can't figure her out. One minute she's unsure, the next she's confident…she's so confusing.
Catherine's POV
I smile. She's so cute when she's confused.
When I got into the car, I had no idea what to do or say. I didn't want to kiss her, that might scare her off too much, but then again, I had to say something so she didn't feel rejected. But I was still in shock from that kiss, so I couldn't really think. It was really sweet when she asked if I wanted a beer. The day she found out Hank (Scumbag) was cheating on her, I took her out for a beer to comfort her. Her copying my words from that day implied that it was her turn to comfort me. I relaxed once we got to the bar and as we made small talk, I formed a plan.
Now we're in the car driving back to mine, and the air is thick with tension.
She looked at me a minute ago, and I can see my response confused her.
Confusion suits her, she looks adorable.
We pull up outside my house and I turn to face her.
"Wanna come in for coffee?"
My tone is casual, but my eyes tell a different story.
She still looks confused but then she nods and flashes me the famous Sidle smirk. I think she's figured it out. I pause as she locks the car door then she follows me up the path to the front door. I unlock it and as soon as she's inside I push her up against it, closing it in the process. I place both my hands on her hips for balance and my breathing is labored as I reach up and whisper in her ear
"Tell me you want me."
She remains silent for a few moments before reversing our positions, so it's me who's pressed against the door.
"I want you."
She leans down and whispers it again in my ear.
With that I place one of my hands on the back on her neck and apply pressure until our lips are just inches apart. I tilt my face up so I can meet her eyes.
Sometimes actions are more powerful than words.
"Prove it." I whisper.
She presses into me even more, then her lips meet mine…
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