Hustle and Flow 2/?
Author: Maaike
Title: Hustle and Flow 2/?
Pairing: C/S
Disclaimers: CSI and all things related to the show are not mine. I do not own the characters used in my story, I’m only using them to entertain myself and my fellow CSI fans. The title “Hustle and Flow” is borrowed from a movie with that name that recently came out here in Spain, the story has nothing to do whatsoever with the movie (at least, I think, I haven’t seen the movie).
A/N: I'm looking for a Beta, any volunteers? It's not just for grammar and spelling!
The door opens behind me; Catherine Willows is a very persistent woman, who always gets what she wants. Almost always…
“We had fun didn’t we? Isn’t that what counts?” she said to me, her voice softer and sweeter than it was before.
“You have a whole different definition of fun than I do Catherine,” I reply, maybe sounding harsher than I intended, but she had hurt me. She didn’t deserve seeing my soft side.
“Well when you screamed my name, I’m sure that wasn’t out of pain or despair,” she smirked; I could see that she was remembering that exact moment and she was proud of it. She was proud that she had conquered me, or however she called it in her mind. “We should do it again sometime Sara; I really had a good time.”
“There is no we, Catherine and what happened the last night, will never happen again,” I say, putting my hands on my sides, showing her I mean business.
“Oh come on Sara, don’t be a spoilsport,” she says as she puts her hand on my arm.
I jerk away, “What that night meant to you, is different from what it meant to me. That’s why it can never happen again. You will never understand what it meant to me. We live in different worlds Catherine; we don’t even speak the same language.”
“Then how come I understand you Sara?” She almost bites back, it seems she really wants a repeat of the other night, but that is not going to happen. I’m not a toy, not some teddy you can pick up if you want it and toss it away when you don’t.
“You don’t Catherine; if you did you wouldn’t have left like you did! When I woke up and found your side of the bed empty, I thought it was all just a dream. I got up with a smile though, looking for you, but you were nowhere to be found!” She so does not speak the same language as I do; she thinks all this is just a silly game. I’m embarrassed now; I look at the floor, afraid to face her.
She puts her finger under my chin, lifting my face up. Her face has changed, she looks like something finally clicked and she understands me.
“I’m sorry Sara; I didn’t know you felt that way,” she says as she puts a strand of hair behind my ear.
I almost believe her, almost that is. Just until the moment she slowly moves forward to kiss me.
I step back and look at her in disbelief, I can’t believe this woman. What is she playing at? I’m trying to hold back my tears; once again I’ve been played. This is the second time I got played by the same woman. I turn around to hide the first drops rolling down my cheek, I almost run to the door, wanting to get as far away from Catherine as I can. I got reminded once again, that I’m not meant to be happy.
Apparently I don’t run fast enough because once again Catherine catches up with me.
“Sara,” she says as she grabs my arm.
I turn around and am about to spit some nasty words at her as my mouth seems to be otherwise engaged. Catherine is kissing me full on, licking my lips with her tongue. Oh no, this is not happening. I pull back, panting I might add. If I’m going to protest now, it won’t look very convincing.
“See, you like it as well,” she says, panting a little herself.
“What do you want from me?” I ask her, still shocked about, or maybe enjoying, her kiss.
Catherine rolls her eyes and I think she is about to say ‘duh’. “I think I made that quite clear just now Sara,” she says with a smirk.
Ok, she wants me. Damn! She wants me, but only for the sex, not because it’s me. And I do not agree with that, do I?
As if Catherine sees my struggle she starts to speak. “Listen, you know, just as I do, that there is no way we can be in a relationship. I have Lindsay, we both have this job and we are both women.”
As if that’s an explanation. Last night she didn’t mind I was a woman. “But,” I start, but she doesn’t listen and continues talking.
“I like you Sara, I really do. I’m sorry I made you think there was more though, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
With her looking at me that way, it’s very hard to say she did indeed hurt me.
“Say something Sara, please, tell me we can continue seeing each other?”
My heart is beating a mile a minute, is she really asking me to be her fuck buddy? I think my jaw is about to drop to the floor and my eyeballs are on the verge of popping out.
“Erm,” I manage to say, well if you can call that saying something. I shake my head and see the hurt look on Catherine’s face, oh no, we don’t want that.
“I have to think about that. Can you give me some time?” I ask her.
“How much time?” She asks me, caressing my arm with her hand.
“I will let you know when I know the answer,” I say as I turn around.
I walk around the Lab without an actual destination, mumbling to myself. Catherine wants to sleep with me, but she doesn’t want a relationship. What do I want? Hmm, I want to sleep with Catherine too, but I do want a relationship. I’m not the type of person for one night stands or for fuck buddies. Does one need to be the type of person to do that? I wonder what harm it will do if I just agree with her, maybe she will fall for me in the end and we end up having a wonderful relationship. Then I realise that I’m pulling the strings, might as well use my position and make her wait a little.