I Can't Feel My Face
Rating: It's fine for now.
Disclaimer: I don't own any songs or characters... or the tv show :(
Summary: "Write this down... I haven't had sex in six... no, seven months!"
A/N: So the rating for this chapter goes up to Mature! Thanks to all my readers and reviewers and supporters. You guys rock. Sorry for any grammar mistakes! Hope you like it! If you listen to the song Now by a band called Joywave, that'd be awesome! :) That song inspired the end of this chapter!
After the two Willows women were ready to head out for dinner, the three of them climb into the SUV and begin heading to a hidden away Japanese restaurant that Lindsey begged them to go to. It wasn't exactly his favorite place in Las Vegas, but if Lindsey wanted it then he'd eat anything on the menu to see her happy. The drive there is filled with conversation of Lindsey's academic affairs and issues going on around Las Vegas. Catherine is content to just sit in the passenger seat and listen to the two of them banter back and forth, all with a smile on her face.
They find themselves seated at a booth, tucked away in a private corner of the restaurant. Gil and Catherine sit close together on one side while Lindsey takes the opposite seat, reaching for the sushi menu. It's a nice restaurant with dimmed lighting and soft music playing overhead. Once they all get drinks and order their food, Lindsey begins to mindlessly play with the glass of water in front of her.
"After we're done bowling, would it be okay if I went sleep at Victoria's house?" Catherine had met her daughter's friend a few times before. She was a nice, sweet girl and she was just happy Lindsey hadn't fallen into the wrong crowd in her high school.
"If it's okay with her parents," Catherine says before bringing her own glass of water to her lips.
"Do you need us to bring you," Gil asks and Lindsey smiles.
"Her parents just bought her a car, so she wants to show it off. She said she'll come get me whenever we make it back home."
Minutes later, their food comes out. Catherine's settled for something simple, as does Gil, but Lindsey's got a plate of at least three different sushi rolls. She's pulling apart the chop sticks when she notices her mother and Gil starting at her food.
"Oh, come on. It's not even that bad." She picks up a piece and reaches over to place it on Gil's plate. "Try it." He studies it for a few seconds. "It's not gonna bite," she teases him. Catherine laughs at her daughter calling him out. So he shrugs and picks up the sushi, pops it into his mouth and begins to chew. Lindsey's studying his face much like he was doing to the sushi and she begins to smile when he starts to nod his head, indicating that it is, in fact, good.
Their bowling match goes great, all three of them having a blast. They all tease each other when they throw gutter balls and cheer whenever someone hits a strike. He sits back and watches with a proud grin on his face when Catherine goes up on her daughter's turn to distract her, the younger Willows playfully pushing her mother out of the way, the two of them fighting for who's going to throw the ball down the lane.
After a few games, they decide to call it a night and head out for the car. Lindsey's laughing her head off while making fun of her mother's horrible bowling skills, hunching over and holding her stomach before climbing into the back of the SUV.
When they made it back to Catherine's home, Lindsey runs off into her room to start packing some clothes, exclaiming that Victoria should be there pick her up any second. Catherine leads Gil into her kitchen, pulling out two wine glasses, filling them up with a red wine, and hands one to him. She looks back over her shoulder through her glass sliding doors that lead to her covered patio and in ground swimming pool in her backyard.
"Out there," she motions, asking if he rather drink outside. He nods and she leads him out through the doors, but not before calling out to Lindsey that they're headed out to the patio. They each take a chair and when she's settled in, close enough to him for her liking, she finally reclines back and swallows a large portion of her wine. She lets the alcohol savor on her tongue before softly moaning in pleasure. "I forgot how good this wine is," she comments and he laughs before taking a sip of his own glass.
It's peaceful out here on her back patio. The sun had just finished setting and she's got what looks like old Christmas lights hanging from the top of the patio. She had turned them on before they had went outside and now the entire patio was dimly lit with soft white lighting. He could barely see his reflection in the pool, but the water was so still and the sound of the running filter pushing water back into the pool was enough to settle his nerves.
"Thank you for coming with us tonight," she speaks up softly, looking at him through the corners of her eyes as she takes another sip of wine. "I can't speak for Lindsey, but I had a lot of fun." He offers up a small smile.
"I'd do anything to see two Willows women happy." She opens her mouth to tell him how sweet he is and how much she loves that he's here with her right now, but there's a car horn blaring from the driveway. Before long, Lindsey is running through the glass doors and over to where they are sitting.
"Mom, Victoria's here," she says a bit out of breath while she readjusts the straps of the overnight bag she's got slung over her shoulder. Catherine sets her wine glass down on the patio's concrete and stands from her chair, wrapping her arms around her little girl.
"You be careful. No sneaking out. No going down the Strip. No clubs," she warns her daughter. It's been a while since Lindsey's tried anything of that sort, but Catherine was her age once. "Text me when you get to her house."
"Okay, mom."
"And I want you to call one of us if you get into trouble. No excuses."
"Alright," she impatiently moans. Catherine smiles. This is definitely her child.
"I love you," she hurries, presses a kiss to Lindsey's head and passing her off to Gil, who also stands from his chair after he's placed his glass on the ground. Lindsey walks willingly into his open arms.
"Thank you for hanging out with us tonight. I had a lot of fun," she whispers into his chest. He smiles and pats her on the back before she breaks away from his embrace. "Alright. I love you both. Bye," she shouts as she begins running for the driveway from the side of the house.
"And she's off," Catherine teases, falling back to her chair and picking up her glass of wine. "You know… sometimes I don't know how I do it," she shares with a sigh, glancing at him before looking back over her calm pool.
"Do what," he asks, encouraging her to elaborate. He was never good with personal stuff, but now he had a reason to try. He knew she was a social creature by habit; his world of reasonable loneliness never really appealed to her. Who better than to get him out of his antisocial rut than the woman he had been in love with for as long as he could remember?
"How I manage to keep it all together," she continues, swallowing another sip of wine. He's silent, unsure of what to say. He's always thought she did a wonderful job of balancing her life. He realized that maybe he should just say that… whatever comes to mind, but she's talking again before he can even open his mouth. "But the past month has been a little easier with you around," she admits. And it's the truth.
"Glad I could help," the words come out in a bit of a flirtatious tone and she can't help but smile. She's done this to him and it amazes her at how easy he was to break with just a few dates and a few nights of sleeping over at his townhouse.
"I'm going to go grab some more wine." She stands from the chair and holds out her hand to take his also empty glass. "Would you like another," she asks and he nods. She winks at him before passing between their chairs, her hip brushing up against his shoulder as she squeezes through. She's gone for a few seconds and he waits until he hears the glass doors click behind him before he grips the arm rests of the chair.
He knows this is a good opportunity to catch her off guard and he's sick to his stomach with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He's fulfilled every request from her performance review except that one little tricky area… the sex.
He pushes himself up from the chair and walks over to the glass doors, slowly opening them to reveal her moving gracefully around her kitchen. She's reaching for another unopened bottle of wine and opening up random drawers to locate her cork screw. She hears him even despite his stealthy movements, but doesn't turn her head to look back at him, assuming he'll stay a good distance away.
"Changed your mind," she asks about the wine, but he doesn't answer her. Instead, he comes up behind her slowly, his arms coming out to snake under her own and take the wine bottle away from her. He places it on the counter and her hands helplessly fall to her sides. Her entire backside is pressed against his chest and he takes the opportunity to grab her hips, keeping her anchored in her spot against the counter.
Her body feels as if it's on fire. She's experienced his touch many times over the past month, but never something this intimate. They've managed to play it safe up until this moment. Her skin is tingling where his hands are resting and it's growing more difficult to breathe the longer he has her up against his body. It's a quick change in pace from a few kisses, a make-out session or two here and there, and occasional cuddling in his bed, but she doesn't mind one bit.
She can feel his heart pounding against his chest between her shoulder blades. She's forgotten exactly how much taller he is than her whenever she's not sporting her boots.
"So no more wine," she playfully asks after craning her neck to the side, trying to get a glance of him from behind her. He lowers his head, their lips coming dangerously close together. He can smell the sweet wine on her breath mixed in with her intoxicating perfume.
"No more wine," he confirms in a low voice filled with lust and desire. Before she can process what's happening, he lowers his head even more to reach her lips with his own. It's a gentle assault that's got her growing weak at the knees. After a few torturous seconds of his lips caressing hers, she manages to turn her body around. He moves in closer, pressing her lower back into the cold marble of her countertop.
Her hands are no longer helpless, but instead reaching up to bundle his shirt between her two fists, keeping him grounded against her, encouraging him to press her even harder with his body into the counter.
Their tongues are exploring, much like the first night, and he can taste the wine on her lips. He's never kissed anyone quite like this; with such passion and desire. It's not just her smell that's intoxicating, it's her entirely. The way she moans into his mouth when he squeezes her hips, how she rolls her tongue agains his own before slipping it out of his mouth and catching his bottom lip between her teeth gently, when she slips her hands down his chest and under his shirt to anchor herself against him, her hands coming in contact with the bare skin of his hips.
She finally pushes herself away from the counter and one of his hands instantly tangles itself in her long hair, keeping her lips pressed to his as they maneuver through her house. Her heart is racing and pounding so hard, she can feel it in her ears, in her throat. She can only imagine how anxious he is, so she makes a move to strip the top layer of his clothing off. It's the flannel button down that comes off first and pools around their feet on her carpet.
The realization that this is finally happening hits them both simultaneously and they break their kiss off together, deep blue eyes seeking each other. It's a mutual desire, he can see it now, and it's all the confirmation he needs to seek out her lips once more. Her lips part instantly so their tongues can resume fighting for control and he reaches down to unzip her jean shorts. She smiles into their kiss at his new found bravery and pushes him further down the hallway to her bedroom. He loses his footing for a second and stumbles back, but her arms go around his waist and pull him back up.
Her back comes into contact with the hallway wall and once he's got the jean shorts unzipped, he slips his hands over her hips and peel the jeans away from her body. The shorts fall down her toned legs effortlessly and he moves back up her body to resume kissing her. It's her turn to grab his shirt by the hem and pull it over his head, letting it fall to the floor with no concern. Their lips seek each other again after the interruption and it's a never ending battle for control. His hands are everywhere on her body and she can't seem to make up her mind where she likes them the most.
This is a fantasy come true and he's afraid that he's dreaming, that in a few moments, some alarm clock will go off and bring him back to a sad reality where Catherine was never his. But it never happens and her soft moans of pleasure are enough to confirm it. Her bedroom is just a few steps away, so his hands slip behind her thighs and pull her up against the wall for leverage. Her legs wrap around his waist instinctively and the fact that he can effortlessly hold her in his arms without faltering is the trigger. He's balanced and poised, so she takes the time to reach down and pull her own v-neck shirt over her head. She drops it to the floor and her arms go back around his neck. Her black lace bra teases him with her breasts all but spilling over the top as she presses her chest to his bare one.
"Catherine," her name comes out as a plea.
"Bedroom." Her lips are swollen from his kisses and her eyes are dark with desire. It takes everything within him not to push her underwear to the side and take her right there against the wall. Somehow, he manages to make it into her bedroom where he walks over to her bed and sets her down on the mattress. She bounces a little with the force of her weight and she's just in the right spot to reach the belt on his pants.
She stops when the phone in his back pocket begins ringing and vibrating. His eyes narrow and he sighs in frustration, reaching for his phone. He's not sure he'll be able to answer it though, because it's not long before she resumes slipping his belt through the loops of his pants and unzipping them. Her hands push past his hips and his pants sag heavily on his hip bones.
He still hasn't answered the phone, but it's partly because he's currently focused on the certain blonde with her hands down his pants.
"Who is it," she asks suddenly, cautiously testing the waters. She knew that if it was work related, she would have to stop her teasing and they'd have to finish this another time. But when he doesn't answer her, she takes it as a sign to continue. So she does. She slips his pants and boxers down all in one fluid motion. She wastes no time, taking him fully into her mouth and he nearly collapses where he stands. Her mouth is warm and wet and heavenly. His knees buckle when she creates a soft suction and slides her mouth down the entire length of him.
His eyes barely stay open long enough to see Sara's name illuminated by the phone's screen.
"Gil?" He instantly misses her warm mouth and he presses the little red button to decline the call.
"No one important," he finally gets out and she grins, then takes his phone and tosses it across her bed. It slides over her silk sheets and hit's the ground with a soft 'thud'.
A/N: So... I ugh... yeah. Let me know how you guys liked it! Too much? Not enough? Hated it? (That last particular question doesn't apply to GSR shippers lol, because I already know the answer). But yeah! Review and let me know if y'all want more! Again, sorry for any grammar mistakes! Love you all! :)