A/N: Told you I wouldn't make you wait too long for the next chapter.

Chapter Five

I now wish I'd asked Catherine what kind of place we're going to.
You see, I don't know whether to dress down, or dress formally.
I'd phone her, but I'd feel like such an idiot.
But then I'll feel like more of an idiot if I'm dressed up and she isn't.
I grab my cell and dial her number, butterflies already fluttering in my stomach.

"Willows."
"Cath? It's Sara."
"You better not be cancelling on me Sidle, I've been looking forward to this all night."
I can picture her glare, just from the tone of her voice, and bite my lip to stop myself giggling."Of course I'm not cancelling! I was just wondering, should I…um…dress down, or what?"
"Hmmm…"
Her voice takes on a teasing note. Uh oh.
"Well, the restaurant we're going to is quite formal, and I'd quite like to see you wearing a dress, so…"
She doesn't need to say anything else. Damn it, if I'd just guessed, I could have got away with wearing a long skirt or something. Ah well, it's too late now. I guess I'll just tease her a bit too.
"But Cath, I'd like to see you wearing nothing at all, but I know you won't do that for me, so why should I wear a dress?"
I hear her gasp, and try not to laugh again. Definitely the reaction I wanted.
She regains her composure fairly quickly though.
"Well, if I thought you'd enjoy it that much, I would go naked, only that's slightly illegal, so I have to wear something. Besides, you'll only be wearing the dress for the first part of the date."
God, the effect she has on me…a few simple words and I'm already craving her touch. I decide to play dumb anyway.
"So what will I be wearing for the second part of the date Catherine?"
"If I get my way, not very much. See you in an hour."
Then the phone goes dead.
Only an hour?
God, she's evil.

She looks spectacular.
She's wearing a simple black dress with spaghetti straps that hugs her body in all the right places.
Her blonde hair is more curly than usual, and she just looks utterly amazing.
But what's more amazing is the look that appears on her face as I open the front door.
I don't own many dresses, so I chose a crimson one that skims the floor.
And from the look on Catherine's face, she definitely appreciates it.
I grab my purse and head out the door, her close behind me.

"Like what you see?"
"More than you know..." She purrs.
"Well, if you keep looking at me like that, we aren't going to make it to the restaurant."

I haven't looked at her since we left my apartment, but I can feel her eyes on me.
I never noticed how small the elevator really is until now.
She takes a step forward, pinning me against the wall.
God, she looks so sexy when she's pouting.

"Don't I get a kiss? It's been hours since you last gave me one."

She doesn't have to wait any longer.
I pull her towards me and crush my lips against hers.
My legs almost give way when she whimpers, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth.
When I eventually pull away, our breathing is laboured, and the elevators stopped.
Laughing I grab her hand and drag outside to her car.

"You'll have to drive; you're the one who knows where we're going."
"How am I supposed to focus on driving with you sat next to me dressed like that?"
I know what she means. I'm having trouble with coherent thought. I can't resist teasing her a little though.
"Well, would you rather I took it off?"

She closes her eyes and bites her lip. Fuck, she's so sexy. I love that I can affect her like this.
We drive in silence, and judging from the way her hands are gripping the steering wheel, she's definitely finding it difficult to focus.
I rest my hand on her thigh, and she breathes in sharply.
This is so empowering, but I know she'll pay me back for this later.
We arrive at the restaurant and I'm glad I dressed up. This place is really formal.
Normally, places like this make me feel awkward, but with Catherine I feel at ease. Even smug when I see the looks some of the male diners are giving me.
A waiter seats us and leaves us to decide on our food.
I chance a look at Catherine and see her smirking at me.

"What?"
"The guy sat behind us is checking you out."
"Are you sure he's not looking at you? Half the restaurant is."
"Then the other half must be looking at you."

I shake my head and look back down at the menu.
Why would anyone look at me when I'm sat at a table with her?
Catherine reaches over and takes my hand.

"Sara, look at me."
I look at her and she squeezes my hand gently.
"Will you learn to take a compliment? You're a beautiful woman, I don't know how you can't see that."

My face is red as I look back down at the menu, but Catherine squeezes my hand again.

"Sara please, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."
"Well let's just say I didn't get an awful lot of compliments when I was growing up."
"Were the people you grew up with blind?"

I laugh, feeling slightly more at ease again. My past isn't something I'm ready to discuss with her yet, but it's nice to feel appreciated.
The rest of the dinner goes on like this, us talking and joking together like old friends.
Which is odd, because before this, I wouldn't even call Catherine a friend, let alone…
Well I don't know what.
But I know that I want to change that.
By the time the bill arrives, we're half way through our second bottle of wine (Catherine decided she'd pick up her car later) and arguing over who's paying.

"I asked you out."
"But I want to pay."
"I kissed you first."
"Well I kissed you the second time, and that was better."
"Even so, I want to pay."
"Well so do I."
But before I have the chance, Catherine's asked the waiter to call a cab, given him the money and he's walked away.
"Hey!"
I reach over and slap her arm lightly.The light touch is enough to set my heart pounding again, and Catherine's expression shows she's feeling the same.

"Lets wait outside for the cab."
She grabs my hand and we walk outside, swaying slightly.
I'm more drunk than I'd care to admit, and the giddiness only gets worse when I step outside.
Catherine stumbles, and we both start to giggle.
She wraps one arm round my waist and leans against my shoulder.
"I really enjoyed tonight."
I kiss the top of her head.
"Me too."
Although I'm pretty sure she wants to come home with me, I'm still nervous.
"Cath?"
"Yeah?"
"You wanna come back to mine for coffee?"
"I thought you'd never ask."

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