A while back, I asked Gina to write something that took place during Denise's mom's birthday party. At this point, I've only written one chapter set during the second episode, and I thought we could have at least one more. The basic criteria was that Amy and her friend (dubbed Bridget) are bored, and decide to have a bit of fun with Jamie and Cathy. At this point, they're not speaking to each other (at least not really).

I personally loved it, and I hope you do, as well. :)

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This may be one of my worst oneshots, tbch. It's long, (17 pages) boring, drawn out, and other negative things. And because it's so long there are probably a lot of various errors concerning 1) grammar 2) spelling and 3) continuity.

So yeah.

I guess you could try to enjoy. AND I'M SORRY FOR THE USUAL LONG WAIT

I KNOW, I SUCK REALLY BAD, AND I'M VERY SORRY

EVEN WITH THE HUGE WAIT I STILL COULDN'T MANAGE TO WRITE A DECENT ONESHOT. LIKE, SERIOUSLY, I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE FOR HOW SUCKY THIS IS.

SOOORRRYY.

Anyway, here it is:

A Remedy of Tedium

(Or, simply, "The Closet Snog")

Bored.

Bored.

Bored, bored, bored.

Amy took a swig from her champagne glass, twirling it between her first finger and thumb. Her arms were folded as she stood near the wall, watching Stuart bounce from conversation to conversation.

B-O-R-E-D … Huh… Is it really five letters long?

Her heels clacked against the ground as she walked to a table, refilling her glass. Being new, the shoes were pretty snug, and she found herself separated from conversation most of the time so she wouldn't have to walk around all that much. Fortunately for her, there wasn't much to do regardless, and there wasn't anyone she particularly was interested in talking to.

"Get me one, Ams!"

Except Bridget. But that wasn't the point.

"Okay, are you unbelievably bored, or is it just me?" Amy passed the drink to her friend, who accepted the tumbler with a grin, downing it in one long sip. She nodded in response, joining Amy in leaning against the wall.

"Incredibly. Why am I here?"

"So I have someone to talk to when Stuart decides to play butterfly."

Just as she said this, Stuart stepped out of a laughing group of people to place a kiss on her cheek, "Be back in a minute, love, I swear –"

Of course, this being about the fifth time he'd said this. And then he was off, waving to some other irrelevant person. Amy rolled her eyes with a sigh, twirling the glass around. Bridget grinned at him politely before making a face and folding her arms.

"The least he could do is bring you around with him."

"Ugh, I don't want to talk to people."

"Whatever then."

Sigh.

Boooored.

Hm… Backwords, "bored" is "derob."That's pretty interesting.

"Ames?"

Interesting.

"Amy?"

… Gnitseretni? Not as cool.

"Amy!"

"What?"

"You're blankin' out."

"What?"

"You are blankin' out!"

"Oh… Whatever."

Bridget sighed and rolled her eyes just as Amy had, raising her glass to her lips before remembering it was empty. Amy, having nothing else to do, opened up her large purse, sifting through its contents for something to entertain herself. Her fingers brushed against a small packet of papers and she pulled them out. "Have I showed you my vacation stuff?"

"Yeah."

"I – Really?"

"Twice in the past hour, yeah."

"Oh… Well, shit."

"Yeah…"

"Uh… Well here they are."

Bridget rolled her eyes again, grabbing Amy's wrist and dragging her back to the drinks table. Bridget started to pour the two drinks while Amy adjusted her shoes on her aching heels, dropping the brochures in the process. She heard somebody shift to pick them up and, not wanting to bother to do it herself, continued to focus on the heels until they were properly in place.

"Thank you."

"Whoa… You and Stu really goin' here?"

Amy grinned, playfully snapping the brochure from Jamie's hands and sticking out her tongue. "Why yes, we are." She leaned in his direction, flipping open to a page and showing him a picture of a resort. He raised an eyebrow, shoving a hand in his pocket.

"That's nice."

"Isn't it?"

"I guess."

Amy frowned at him, giving off the impression of a child. "You guess?" she scoffed. "Look at this place! It's more than nice, it's bloody beautiful!" She awed at a sparkling fountain outside of the tallest hotel Jamie had ever seen. "See, innit wonderful?" she pressed.

"Sure." He reached across the table and grabbed himself a glass, not bothering to look at what he was pouring as he observed the crowded room. Amy dropped her hands in defeat as he stepped away, and frowned again, sulking at his disinterest and causing Bridget to nearly spill her drink all over her chin as she put a hand over her grin covered mouth.

"Whattaya expect?" she gasped after hurriedly swallowing her sip and patting her chest. "He's a guy. Guys are dumb. You can't trust that they'll keep their focus." She rolled her eyes at Jamie, shaking her head and going to take a new sip. But as she did this, she slowly lowered the glass from her lips and furrowed her brows at him. Amy made the same look, except directed at her friend, which didn't go away when the other blonde started snickering to herself.

"But you can trust that they'll always keep focus on something."

Amy raised a brow at her and chuckled, shaking her head. But then she followed Bridget's eyes to Jamie. And then she followed Jamie's eyes.

Cathy laughed heartily alongside Denise, placing a hand on her chest to calm herself. The strap of her top was a bit loose and slipped down her thin shoulder, and she adjusted it slowly, still invested in the conversation. Amy stuck her tongue to the inside of her cheek, shifting her eyes to Jamie. As she expected, he had quite an amusing response, straightening his back and swallowing hard. He stumbled about in his place for a while before remembering that he had a drink and downing it all in a long sip, coughing closely after.

"This could be kinda fun." Bridget whispered, raising her brows at her friend.

Amy folded her arms. "Huh. I guess it could. Well, Bridge." She chuckled, placing her glass on the table, which her friend mimicked. "Let's go have some fun."

Discretion? What discretion?

Jamie smirked a little to himself, covering his lips with the rim of his glass. Though, it wasn't his usual smirk, it more resembled a little boy who had just poured lemonade on the new skirt of his crazy aunt. Which, mind you, hadn't crossed his face since its first appearance back when he was six years old.

But, frankly, it was a bit hard for him to keep it all in watching such a scene as this. He felt a bit vulgar, maybe because it was Cathy and she wasn't even doing anything even slightly inappropriate. She was just enjoying herself. And maybe he was enjoying himself a bit too much.

It was kind of hard to stop now. Once he convinced himself that he was so bored he'd be willing to pay just to stare at a wall for half an hour rather than have to socialize with people he didn't know, it was pretty easy to get distracted. And distracted he got. Damn those jeans. They're tight. Too damn tight. She has long legs. Like, long, slender, just-the-perfect-size-for-him legs.

But it made him wonder all the same. A little bit about things he couldn't say out loud, but mostly about what these thoughts could mean for him in the future. But the future was scary – he wasn't much of a fan of the thinking ahead – and he just went back to "watching the show."

And yet it still wasn't like that. Why? How is it that he could stare at any other woman, completely discrete, and not think of anything else than sleeping with her, but when it came to one woman he couldn't help but think of her smile and her laugh and her eyes and her hair and the way her clothes brought out all of those things? How is it that –?

Damn that strap.

Jesus Christ.

Okay, so she had taken a shameless glance at his rear when he went to pick up the brochures, alright? That didn't make her a bad person, not at all! It was just hard to help herself sometimes. He was…pleasing to the eyes. That's what he was. He was a looker, and she was simply acknowledging that.

He has nice hair. And nice shoulders. And nice legs.

He was talking to…somebody, she had no idea who. She detached herself from her conversation a little bit, not trying to listen in to his or anything, but just so she could follow his lips. His nice lips. He has a nice smile.

And a nice laugh. And nice eyes.

He's…Jamie's nice. Well, not, nice, but… nice. Or… maybe he is "nice". Is he? Did she think he was nice? Did he think she was nice? He could be nice, if he wanted to. Even if she wanted him to be, too. Jamie's… Jamie's good. He's good, that's what he is. Nothing less. But maybe more…?

Oh, enough of that, she was starting to get a headache. She was here to socialize and eat and drink and laugh and have a grand old time, right?

But that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the amount of unbuttoned buttons on his shirt. Or the way he subconsciously pushed up his sleeves when they loosened. Or the way his pants fit him.

There's nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all.

Amy strode to where Jamie was standing, hand in his pocket and head turned slightly away from the conversation he was in with some random, loud lads who seemed to be from out of town (she didn't even have to check to see where he was looking).

"Mind if I cut in, thanks." She took the collar of his shirt in her hands pulling him along with her, heels clicking aggressively with every enthusiastic step she took. Just as he was about to protest, she started speaking, Bridget coming to a stop behind her with two fruity drinks.

"Hey, what's –"

"You need to talk to Cathy. Like, now. Now, now." She pointed at the floor for emphasis. "So go."

And with that she shoved him forward, making him stumble in surprise and nearly fall into the middle of a large, clustered group of people, who all turned in his direction. A few other people stared at him as he straightened, adjusting his shirt and laughing nervously.

"Th-That damn gravity, am I right? Heh."

He side-shuffled once, now back in front of Amy, folding his arms irately and glaring at her. "What was that about?" he whispered, a blush of sheer embarrassment creeping on his cheeks. He pinched the bridge of his nose and grinned awkwardly with a nod of his head at the loud men from earlier who continue to stare at him before laughing obnoxiously.

Bridget scoffed. "'That damn gravity'? That's your go-to?"

"Oh shut it, Ken, I'm talking to Barbie."

Amy took her drink from her friend's hands before she crushed it in her palm. "That," she started, taking a sip from the pink drink, "was just so I could have a laugh."

Jamie glared even harder at her, shifting on his feet and flicking his eyes towards something across the room twice, before finally settling back on her. "Yeah, but…" He looked down at his shoes, then over his shoulder, than back across the room. He leaned in closer. "But what was that about…about Cathy?"

"Oh, about Cathy?"

"Shh!"

"I just thought you might want to talk to her, is all."

"Why? Did she… did she say something about me?"

"Well, I haven't ta –"

"Did she say she wanted to talk to me?"

"I haven't –"

"Did –"

"Oh my fuc –" Amy rubbed her temple, clearly annoyed. "Interrupt me one more time and I'll end yo –"

"But, just listen, did she –"

"HEY CATHY!"

Jamie pivoted immediately, half-running to a chair that had been pushed to the corner (to accommodate for more room) that was hidden by the food table. He covered his face with a bowl of crisps, peering over the rim to check if the coast was clear. Once again, he was met with a few sniggers from passing guests and that same group of men who seemed to be enjoying his fidgeting. Jamie scowled at them and they turned around, clustering in a different corner.

Amy seemed positively delighted as she sauntered over to him, scooting him over and off the chair until he nearly fell and had to stand up. "Well, that was proper comedy right there."

"Shut up."

"Great comeback."

"It wasn't a comeback, it was a command."

Amy chuckled, finishing off her drink and dangling it in between two of her fingers. "Look, Jamie, here's the deal – I can see you eye-sexing the poor girl from across the room. In fact, it's so obvious that even if I didn't want to acknowledge it I would still have to because it's just that damn obvious." She saw him jump to protest, but she beat him to it. "And I know you might think you're being subtle, but the only person who hasn't noticed you is Cathy, and I'm sure that's because she hasn't looked at you all night."

Jamie looked in Cathy's direction, suddenly feeling insecure and even a little bit guilty. He played with his fingers a bit, looking away. "So… Sh-she hasn't?"

"Not that I've seen."

Jamie nodded, scratching behind his ear and clearing his throat. "Oh. Cool, cool." He stared at the ground for a second before remembering Amy. "Alright, whatever, I'll just stop."

"Well, I…don't really want you too," she said, standing. "I think you should talk to her. You know…tell her your feelings and shit."

Jamie blinked at her three times, staring in blank disbelief. "What?"

Amy rolled her eyes, folding her arms tightly across her chest. "Oh, c'mon, do I have to say it again?"

"You think I should talk to Cathy?"

"Yes! Yes, that's exactly what I think! NOW GO DO IT."

"But why?"

"Well… because it will be entertaining," she admitted. "Besides, Bradley, when have you ever been one to back down from the chance to seduce a fine young lady?" Amy raised her eyebrows at him teasingly and Jamie's face grew red again as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. He looked over at Cathy once again and felt a strange feeling in his chest and a stirring in his head. He was getting dizzy and kind of jumpy, and he wasn't at all sure of how to get it to stop.

"No," he said simply. "No, I-I can't. Not now, maybe not for a while, I…I just need to sit down."

Amy groaned as Jamie grabbed a large cup, filling it to the brim with ice water and gulping it down in a matter of seconds. He chewed on a cube for a minute, sighing to himself.

"Besides, you can't make me," he mumbled.

He folded his arms and didn't look up to watch Amy stomp away in a flourish of fabrics and blonde, but he did catch the parting words of Bridget, who leaned down from behind him and whispered into his ear.

"You know, Ames maybe didn't see anything, but I saw that Cathy girl lookin' you up and down quite often." She pat both his shoulders, gliding after her friend with a confident swing to her hips.

Jamie swallowed hard at the comment, watching Bridget's sharp heels click away. He sat back in his chair, holding the cup of ice to his burning face.

Cathy felt a small tap on her shoulder and turned her cheek in the direction of the person behind her, still trying to stay within the small group she accompanied. "Hmm?"

"Hey, Cathy!" Amy giggled. She was using her "we're-not-actually-friends-but-I-still-know-your-name" voice and a very large and toothy smile.

Cathy turned to her completely, puzzled. "Uh… Hi Amy."

Amy's smile turned to a smirk as she linked arms with the shorter girl. "How about we have a little chat? Girl-to-girl."

Bridget chuckled. "We've got somethin' to tell ya."

They explained the entirety of their conversation with Jamie to her, making sure to use lively vocabulary and plenty of over-the-top gestures. Though about half-way through, Cathy had started to break off, nodding occasionally to satisfy them but making sure to take an appropriate amount of glances in Jamie's direction. Despite all that they were saying, she was still a little doubtful, biting her lip and furrowing her brows nervously.

Not only was what they were saying completely exaggerated, but the things they said he had done, and just at the mention of her name…there was no way Jamie Bradley was nervous about talking to her. She had to be reasonable; would Jamie really hide behind a bowl of crisps out of fear of her seeing him?

She just had a hard time convincing herself that what they said about Jamie was true. It was pretty easy to picture Jamie ogling over some random busty woman trying to reach the top rack at the grocery store, but her? Amy and Bridget kept insisting on it, but the more they spoke, the more nervous and dubious she got.

"I'm tellin' ya, go talk to him!" Amy hounded, nudging her in Jamie's direction.

She stayed stuck in her spot, stubbornly refusing to budge. She just shook her head and backed up further and further until Amy groaned in annoyance.

"Fine!" she snapped. "But you're missing out on your chance." She stalked away the same way she had with Jamie, huffing and stomping. She grabbed a soda tin from table, not even bothering to take a moment to taste it and just taking a long sip in frustration.

"You are going to gain so much weight tonight."

"Bridge, what do I do?" Amy gasped, a little out of breath from the sip and supporting herself against the table.

Bridget sighed, sitting on the fold-up plastic table and ignoring the looks from the other guests. "I didn't expect you to get this wound up over it."

"I'm just so bored. And how fun would it be to watch the two of them squirm?" Amy sighed heavily again, giving up and sitting down on the table next to her friend. She suddenly found Stuart, walking over to the coat closet and pulling out a long, red one. He handed it to an older woman who thanked him with a kind smile, pulling it over her shoulders.

But as she watched Stuart close the door and walk off again, she still continued staring at it, before abruptly leaping from the table and stepping in front of her friend.

"What's with you?"

"Just help me with one thing, just one more thing and then I'll leave you alone to get as smashed as you want," she pleaded, clasping her hands together and awaiting an answer from the other blonde.

Bridget cocked an eyebrow at her, crossing her legs and leaning over so no one else could hear them. "Listening."

"Amy, let me go."

"Nope."

"Seriously! At least tell me what's going on!"

"You'll see."

"Wha – Why are we leaving the living room?"

"Hush."

"Amy, really, what's going on?"

"You're gonna have a little chat with a certain blonde in just a mo, that's what."

"Amy… I'm, well, I'm flattered and all, but Stu's my brother, I don't think I can just –"

"My God, you're thick –"

"Oh, I'm just kidding!"

"Then stop kidding and shut up."

"Stop struggling!"

"I'm small, I can just wiggle out!"

"Stop that!"

"I already told you, I'm not talking to Jamie!"

"You're not going to!"

"Then…where are you taking me?"

"To Jamie."

"But you–!"

"I said you weren't going to talk with Jamie."

"What the hell are you insinuating –?"

"Alright-y!"

"Bridget, let me go."

"Of course!"

"Ow!"

Cathy rubbed at her aching arm. Bridget had shoved her in a closet somewhere near the living room where everyone else was chatting and eating and being all merry. Unfortunately for her, Bridget insisted upon a death-grip to keep her from running away, and just as she had broken free and pivoted to look at her, she had pushed her, very unkindly, into the dark and rather large space. Well, large for a closet.

She could tell she had bumped into Jamie, who was slumped against the wall with his arms folded and who had managed to catch her a little before she fell flat. He had pushed the hangers and jackets out to the edges, giving the two of them more head room.

He was rubbing his reddened wrist, eyebrows furrowed in frustration at having been captured so easily. Cathy stood up straight, remembering she was still leaning against him and went to apologize.

"I-I'm sorry, she kind of shoved me –"

"Yeah, no, it's quite alright, quite alright…"

"Oh, erm, okay…"

She trailed off a little, trying to see his face through the blackness. She couldn't even tell how close she was to him anymore. The only indication was the faint outline of his face and the mild heat she felt coming from his chest. She looked around, blowing air out through her mouth and trying not to blush at the awkwardness of the entire situation.

"This is, um…small, heh."

"Yeah, ha."

"And dark."

"It's a bit suspicious, yeah."

"How do you mean?"

"Look at the facts. Have you ever watched a horror movie where the people in the closet survive? Maybe Amy and Bridget are killers."

"Jamie."

"Maybe this is where they hide the bodies."

"Jamie! Don't laugh about that!"

"I'm just saying! You're laughing too!"

"Oh, shut it!"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Well, it is dark."

"I know, it's as dark as their souls."

"Jamie!" Cathy giggled through her whispered scold, pinching his upper arm. He mouthed an "Ouch!" and rubbed it, giving her a pout only visible by the dim light of the hanging bulb that she had just realized Jamie had turned on. He grinned lopsidedly at her and she smiled back, giggling again as the bulb swung back idly and now rested on the top of Jamie's head. He chuckled himself, and after a while the two of them grew silent, which of course only made them laugh a little louder.

Neither of them could really stop laughing and smiling, because if they didn't then all they could do was either talk or stare at one another. Of course, for the both of them, there was nothing wrong with that, and they would much enjoy just getting proper looks at one another – it was just the thought that perhaps their constant show of affection maybe made the other uncomfortable. The only fault was that they both felt this way, and therefore could never see the conspicuous signs that, yes, the other did enjoy the relentless attention from them and would prefer much more of it.

Jamie contemplated this as he watched Cathy cover her mouth as she snickered, perhaps for fear of being too loud or by embarrassment of her own laugh – though the latter, he thought, was ridiculous as the sound was one of the loveliest things he's ever heard in his life, tied with the wonder of her talking voice and the sexiness of her scolding tones.

Would she find his attention irritating? Cathy wasn't one to particularly enjoy being noticed too much, and he could tell by how she seemed to usually put other people's issues before her own. It was hard not to want to just grab her wrist and drag her right into the spotlight, but he didn't want to overwhelm her as he always felt he did.

But was he as intimidating to her as he thought he was? Cathy was not like any girl he'd ever met, she wasn't as enticed by his rebelliousness and his reckless behavior as any other woman in his life. But did that mean she was delicate? Should he be more cautious with her?

But then again…what if he was completely wrong?

Cathy rested her head on his shoulder to calm herself down, and he remembered that the two of them were still laughing and smiling and that his mouth hurt vaguely. His shoulder tensed, though it was physically unnoticeable, and he saw that he had his hands folded behind his back. He had to tighten their grip on each other so he didn't drum them on the closet door, or scratch his neck uncomfortably or, God forbid, put his hands on her waist. But he did place a hand on her back, his chin almost in her hair, and stared at a point near the heel of her shoes.

Cathy sighed, still chuckling a little, leaning up from Jamie's shoulder and smoothing down his shirt. She ran her hands over the wrinkles at the shoulders, down his arms, and stopped just above his elbows. She was still smiling, but then cleared her throat, hesitantly dropping her hands and folding her arms as she had nothing else to do with them. Jamie put his hands in his pockets after a little while, staring at the small crack of space in between the door of the closet and the frame.

"So…what should we do no–"

Just as he said this, he caught the sound of a door opening and shushed himself. Whomever entered didn't speak, but just crept to the couch and sat. By the two sets of soft squeaking springs, two people were in the room, and it didn't take much to find out who they were. Cathy had a hand over her mouth and her ear pressed to the door, managing to only catch part of a hushed exchange.

"…let them out?"

"…too much fun to."

Jamie folded his own arms, a little annoyed by the childishness, which made his face redden a little. He turned to Cathy, mouthing to her. "Is this what I'm like?"

She stammered for a moment, forming an "Erm…" shape with her mouth, before mouthing back, "No, of course not!" with a small smile and a wave of her hand.

Jamie stuck out his tongue, but smiled back before bringing his attention back to the conversation. He couldn't hear much more of it, but from what he picked up, they didn't seem to be leaving, but rather toddling about as if they were waiting for something.

Jamie licked his lips, raising an eyebrow at a thought. They weren't expecting the two of them to really talk, were they? Had they really expected them to actually…do something? Now Jamie's survival instincts were kicking in, and he knew that there was only one way to please Amy's strange idea of entertainment. If they had put them in here to flirt, then they might as well satisfy.

Jamie smiled. If they want a show…

"Cathy?" Jamie whispered this now – not very loud, but loud enough to be picked up – and he could practically see Amy and her friend silencing each other to listen in. She furrowed her brows in confusion, and he smiled at her.

"What?" she mouthed. Though she was still trying not to make much noise, she nearly squeaked when she saw Jamie getting closer to her, and she backed herself into a wall.

He just followed her, smirking, until they were lightly pressed against one another. Cathy glanced up at him nervously, her cheeks pink, but he just smiled at her with a wink. "Are you nervous?"

Cathy was going to reply to his whisper, but jumped a little as he suddenly took her waist, thumb running along the end of her top. Normally in a situation like this she'd be freaked, pushing him off of her and begging Amy to let her out, but for some reason the way Jamie smiled at her made her feel safe, knowing he wouldn't do a thing to her. She still swallowed, face a deep red, glancing down at his lips and nose, both very close to hers.

She looked up at him again, questioningly, and he leaned in towards her ear and whispered, "Trust me."

She nodded at him, swallowing again, and he took her hand in his, kissing her fingers. He made sure to make as much noise as possible when doing so, and she caught on pretty quickly, stifling a laugh and having to cover her mouth with her other hand. But it didn't help the extreme heat in her cheeks, and her nervousness and slight embarrassment of any future sounds she might make in response to these minor affections.

Jamie kissed the back of her hand and her wrist, and stopped to pull her off the wall and towards him, placing her hand on his chest, his own still covering it. He still waited for an okay, and she took a minute to watch his eyes. She was going to trust him, yes, there was no need to check his expression. And even though she still did, she just received more evidence for her conclusion and smiled a little, nodding sheepishly.

He grinned at her, not suggestively, but actually very reassuringly, leaning in again to first kiss her cheek. She closed her eyes at the light contact, chuckling a little to herself again at the little smack he made with his lips, and she could feel him smiling as well when he kissed the corner of her lips.

During this short time span, Cathy had been preparing herself for the actual kiss, keeping her eyes closed in anticipation and trying to loosen her jaw so she wouldn't grind her teeth. And yet, despite all this, the moment their lips touched she still wasn't prepared enough and her knees almost gave way.

She almost couldn't hear the dramatization of the sounds of the kiss as her head was swimming so much. Jamie kept his hands politely at her waist, encouraging her onward with the gentleness of his lips. She let herself hold his shoulders, bringing him closer to her and allowing the kiss to deepen. She even tried her hand at a light theatrical moan, and felt Jamie smile against her lips only a little teasingly, but more appreciative, making her nearly laugh again at their antics. And, feeling more prompted, she made an even loader moan, muffled by his kiss and making him chuckle a little against her lips. And she had to hold on to him tighter after she heard – and felt – his retaliation, the deep sound of his own moan vibrating her lips and causing her to squeak a little involuntarily.

Jamie just smiled again, and moved a hand to her lower back, hovering above the area for a moment as if asking permission. Cathy smiled herself, shyly taking his hand and bringing it to a higher area on the small of her back and placing it there. He rubbed small circles with his index finger, catching a lock of her hair and twirling it. This time it didn't take much to get a sound out of her, and she wrapped one arm around Jamie's neck, tangling the other in his hair.

She trailed her nails lightly over his scalp, brushing the thumb of her other hand on the nape of his neck and close to his hairline, both moves she had heard to work pretty well. And the sound it got out of Jamie wasn't so much a moan as it was a mix of a chuckle and a playful growl.

He smirked as he parted his mouth, running his tongue along her lip. Cathy sighed a little, tensing slightly with another blush. Method acting. Jamie repeated the movement again, though the seductive curve of his lips contradicted the much sweeter, almost shy trail of his tongue as he asked again for permission.

It took a few tries on her part, but Cathy gathered the courage to open her lips just a tiny bit, remembering to sigh loud enough to cover her giggle. Jamie lightly trailed his tongue over hers, and she squeaked again, inadvertently pulling him a bit closer. He just separated them with a loud and very odd smacking sound, smiling down at her. He seemed more out of breath than he should be, and he had a bit of an unfamiliar look in his eyes.

Cathy continued to watch Jamie's expression as he tilted his head towards the door a little, listening in. He made a silly face, and Cathy nearly laughed once more, again having to cover her mouth, and laughed into her palms. He flashed a grin at her, winking, and then turned back to the door, Cathy following him. For the most part it was silent, but the split second of clacking against the hardwood floor made Jamie nearly curse aloud.

"They're still out there?" Cathy mouthed to him, and he nodded at her. She looked down at her feet, and he felt her fingers hesitantly releasing his shoulders, hovering over the loosened fabric of the collar of his shirt. Jamie brought his attention back to her, and saw her look back up at him. The way she glanced at him made his stomach jump a little, and he licked his drying lips.

Cathy gave him another look as he rolled his shoulders, flexing his fingers and combing his hair back. He responded with the same lopsided smile he gave most woman, and she blushed a little, trying to give them more space and resulting in pinning herself to the wall like before. Jamie licked his lips again.

Prepare for the best performance of your life, James, 'cause it's about to get hot in here. He took a deep breath, chuckling to himself. Damn, you should've taken theatre.

Cathy bit her lips shyly with her brows furrowing again. But her eyes then widened as Jamie got closer to her, making sure there was little space between them. They both reddened a little at the body heat radiating off one another, but didn't separate. Jamie smirked down at her, and her eyes fluttered a little as she watched his lips.

"Jamie…"

"Now you really gotta trust me."

Though she didn't really know why he had to hear that she trusted him, Cathy nodded, brushing her nose against his in the process. "Of course I do."

Jamie nodded back, closing the space between their lips, pulling her to him by her waist.

Maybe this entire show wouldn't just be to get Amy to let them out. Maybe he didn't want to be let out just yet. Maybe she'd catch something in the way he kissed her and wouldn't want to let go of him either. Jamie thought of this as he gripped her hip with one hand and held her back with the other, now pulling her flush against him. She had to stifle a bit of a giggle. He almost forgot to be gentle with her before she squeaked in mild surprise, and maybe even something else, when he took her bottom lip in between his teeth. She latched onto his shoulders again, sighing loudly against his lips.

For some reason Jamie took this as a bit of challenge, taking in a long breath against her cheek, separating them so he could tilt to a better angle, making Cathy squeak. He couldn't fight the familiar smirk – and he could swear she grinned a little too as if to giggle again – allowing himself to unwind a bit more, almost forgetting that this was Cathy making those noises and reacting like this.

And when he did remember, he seemed to react almost in the opposite way he would have expected himself to react as he suddenly noticed her slightly swollen lips, pink cheeks, and the stray blonde hairs tickling his collar bone. But it didn't really have much of an effect on him until he saw her eyes; staring up at him with a look he couldn't remember a woman ever giving him.

He took in a ragged breath, kissing her cheek, before swooping in low and craning his neck so his lips could make contact with her neck. She gasped instantaneously, tensing her shoulders and sliding her hands down to his chest and upper arm. Not exactly pushing away, nor bringing him closer, but rather just gripping him in place with a sigh.

He felt her hair near his face, meaning she was looking down, and Jamie paused for a small moment before kissing the same spot again, closing his eyes at the next sigh-moan he elicited from her. And once again, a bit harsher than the first two, which made her jump a little and grip him tighter which, to his mild wonder, got an odd sort of sound from him.

But then his eyes widened as he leaned away a little, seeing her tense shoulder and the slowly fading mark his kisses left. It took him a while to actually process what he had been doing, and several tries to get back to a proper standing position. He felt shameful and embarrassed, almost looking horrified as he met her eyes again. They were both panting a little, though Cathy's eyes were even wider and maybe even more surprised than his.

Jamie was slowly snapping back to his senses, stammering over his words and stuck in his place. "I-I-I I am so sorry, I don't know what – I'm so sor–"

Just as he was rambling the door clicked and swung open. Amy watched them with folded arms almost accusingly, though with an amused glint in her eye. She said nothing, but pivoted on her heeled foot in a way that spoke everything she could've said, lazily flipping her hair behind her shoulder, Bridget following in her wake.

Jamie just stammered some more while Cathy smoothed down her shirt and hair, clearing her throat and looking utterly uncomfortable. She stepped out, fingers still in her hair and her face a bright pink. Jamie watched her before realizing that she was starting to leave with hesitant steps, realizing he had been in the same spot with his feet planted on the ground. He shook his head a little before stumbling after her, stopping her before she could leave the doorway.

"Wait, Cathy – I just – I-I wanted to say – I –" he stuttered, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and she turned, eyes still wide in an unreadable way that he was not sure whether to take positively or not. He felt his own cheeks warming, but ignored it, trying to continue on.

"I'm just, I'm really sorry about that. I mean, I shouldn't have done that, I should've just stopped I don't even know why – I'm sorry for making you do all that in the first place I just…I'm really sorry."

He watched her eyes for her reaction, but she just stared at him for a moment before looking down at her shoes and smiling a tiny bit. She chuckled a little, and looking back at him, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

"Don't – Don't worry about it," she said, smiling genuinely. He was still a little uncertain, and she glanced down at both of their feet before looking at him again, shaking her head. "Really… It's fine."

Jamie stopped himself from saying anything more and instead stared down at his wringing hands. "So…we agree to just not really…talk about this…then?" He licked his lips a little and she glanced down at his neck and nodded.

"I suppose."

"So do I."

"Yeah."

"But I'm sure that'll be a bit hard for you, loving the experience as you did."

"Will you just sod off!" Cathy laughed.

Jamie grinned lopsidedly and watched her with a newfound feeling in his stomach. "I'm just saying…you're pretty lucky to get a piece'o this."

Cathy grinned, nodding a little. "Yeah, I guess I am," she said quietly.

Jamie smiled back. "And so am I."

Cathy couldn't bother with really thinking too much of his words, saying a small goodbye with a little half-wave, shuffling out of the room.

Jamie put his hands in his pockets, staring at the doorway she left from, before taking in a deep breath. Scratching the back of his head and turning on his heel he slowly made his way out of the room as well, but not before turning to the closet, shutting the door and turning out the light.