Fic: Love shows up in the strangest places
This is a story of two people discovering real love
She sat at the empty table, with a look on her face of disappointment. Why had she agreed to meet him? Why, again, had he let her down? He was the thing she hunted, because of that hole in her heart. He was the thing that was missing from her life, always and probably forever she concluded. But also that he was the reason that she'd never had that thing in the past. Just then the young waiter came to her table and politely asked if she would like a refill. Sadly she declined; yet again she had lost hope in him. So the waiter instead went to get the bill.
The other person in this story of love was on her way to work, she had decided to call past her favourite Italian restaurant to grab a snack and coffee on her way to the long shift. Being one of her favourite places to eat (she ate out a lot) as soon as she approached the counter for takeaway she was recognised, the Italian waitress flashed her a smile. They quickly passed the formalities of ordering the food and the waitress asked the woman to patiently wait. So the woman made her way to a chair in the restaurant overlooking everyone. She liked to watch, she watched the people in the restaurant, there was an old couple in their 50’s that looked like they had been in love for years, there was a few couples in their middle ages that looked like they were having a break from family life, one couple in particular weren’t even talking to each other, they didn’t even make eye contact, she laughed at this picture of a couple! There were a few younger couples the youngest being 15 looking like they were in that honeymoon relationship all flirty with each other and happy, oh how she remember when she’d had relationships like that, unfortunately none of them stuck around! Then someone caught her eye, a woman all on her own in the middle of paying her bill. She was happy that she’d seen the woman but on the other hand also felt a bit sorry for her. She got up from waiting in the chair and went over to the lone woman.
“Seat free?” She asked the sad woman.
The sad woman looked up at the place the voice was coming from. She just shrugged not really caring. She didn’t normally show this side to her but when you lose hope, you lose everything. However the other woman was uncomfortable in this kind of situation, she was uncomfortable in any social interaction with the sad woman yet something deep down inside her craved it, so she tried to initiate a conversation, “You like the food here?”
“No Sara just the water,” Catherine replied irritated. Catherine assumed that Sara had just come over to gloat as normally social interaction outside of a worker was a building site for Sara, you know the kind of building site that has a sign on the door saying ‘Danger, No entry.’ So Catherine was surprised that Sara had actually made herself comfortable in the vacant space. Then after a couple of minutes of silence the waiter returned with Catherine’s receipt and Sara’s takeaway.
“And for the beautiful lady, a complimentary bottle of wine,” the kind waiter presented to Catherine. In Catherine’s books it was a way of try to turn her frown into a smile after being stood up but Catherine gratefully received the bottle of wine. Catherine didn’t fancy drinking the bottle on her own, it would only make her more depressed and to reflect back on her life and she certainly didn’t want to go there so Catherine took a dive into the big wide ocean and did something out of the ordinary.
“Fancy sharing it...back at mine?”
“I would love to but I’d prefer to share your coffee?” Sara asked hopefully.
“Only if you share your own,” Catherine replied feeling a little cheered up and with that she stood up, grabbed Sara’s to-go coffee and took a gulp then she gave Sara a smile and gestured with her head for Sara to follow. Sara’s brain wasn’t quick enough to process all the information, the only thing that was going through her head was, ‘Catherine and house?’. But her body seemed to be in full working order as it took off after Catherine.
Catherine was stood by Sara’s car as Sara followed at a slower place with a confused look on her face but all Catherine simply said was, “Sidle, drive.” So Sara fished out her keys (which took her at least a few minutes as she juggled her bag and takeaway snack) then opened the car allowing access for them both to get in. Catherine who hadn’t had that much to drink but because of her short height advantage she was having a little difficulty getting into the car so Sara put her items on the driver seat then moved round the car to help Catherine. Sara was just in time as Catherine was just about to fall back but Sara steadied her by laying her hands on Catherine’s hips, Sara’s heartbeat was racing but she found the confidence to lean forward and whisper into Catherine’s ear, “Put your hand here and pull yourself up with it.” Catherine carried out Sara’s directions and gracefully lifted herself into Sara’s car, she sat down so she was facing Sara then she put her arms out round Sara’s shoulders but keeping distance between their faces, “See that’s the thing with you Sidle, you’re nice to everyone.” Sara gave an embarrassed smile and moved her eyes to the ground, Catherine took one of her hands off the shoulder and used it to go under Sara’s chin and tilt her head upwards so that their eyes could meet, Catherine gave her a sincere small sweet smile and then one again said those famous words, “Drive.”
Sara had to refrain from grinning like a Cheshire cat as she carefully shut Catherine’s side door. Then she went and got in the car and drove off however she couldn’t manage this simple task without stealing a few glances at Catherine. Both Catherine and Sara remained quiet throughout the journey to Catherine’s. Both took time to reflect on what was going through their mind, this just happened to be the person sat next to them.
The couple soon arrived at their destination, Catherine vacated the car, Sara on the other hand waited for Catherine to get out first, as Sara thought it was rude to be standing at her door waiting for her. So Sara took her time getting out the car while Catherine was mumbling about Sara’s food going cold. Catherine was opening the door to her house by the time Sara got out the car but still Sara didn’t walk over to Catherine, instead Sara decided this was the right time to do a thorough inspection of her car.
“Sara come on! I’m getting cold,” Catherine complained with the door to the house open wide.
“I’m just checking the car for bumps and grazes!”
“Sara that so so...you!” Catherine laughed thinking it was cute to see Sara bent down going around the back of her car with a flash light. Sara looked up and pouted at Catherine looking like a child whose fun had been put to an end. Catherine strolled over to Sara to hurry her up, she grabbed Sara’s hand and said “Don’t pout, it’s too cute,” whilst practically dragging Sara inside. Once they were both inside they simultaneously both kicked off their shoes. Catherine Then ordered Sara to go and dish up her food and that she herself would join Sara at the table once she had something more comfy in. Sara obeyed Catherine’s ordered and started getting everything ready. Sara knew where everything was because lately her and Catherine had become well like friends! (Shock horror!) They’d slowly been spending more and more time together despite the bitchiness and the general assumption that they hated each other.
“Would you like me to pour you a glass of that wine?” Sara shouted just as Catherine entered the kitchen. Catherine had changed out of a stunning dress she was wearing into cotton tracksuit bottoms (that hugged her arse rather nicely) and a white girly t-shirt, she’d also wiped her makeup off top and her hair loosely tied back in a pony tail. Sara thought Catherine looked pretty amazing. Catherine smiled at Sara while blushing a little.
“I will have a glass if you are,” Catherine answered.
“I can’t I have work in an hour and a half.”
“Sara we both know you don’t have to go to work, you’re only doing overtime.”
“But I told Grissom...” Catherine cut Sara off mid-sentence with, “Just sit down and eat Sara!”
Sara gave Catherine an evil scowl jokingly to which Catherine’s reply was elegantly sticking her tongue out at Sara. The next half hour was spent chatting about work, their colleagues and Lindsey. Sara wanted to ask about earlier but couldn’t find the right time, she didn’t want to upset Catherine after she’d relaxed so much and had seem to forgotten about earlier.
Sara stood up to put her plate in the dishwasher when Catherine immediately pounced over, “That’s my job!”
“How is it your job?” Sara inquired.
“My house,” Catherine simply put as she went to grab the plate out of Sara’s hand who had the advantage of being taller so she lifted her arm higher and repeated Catherine’s tongue action from earlier.
“Sidle!” Catherine said in her authoritarian voice. Sara simply gave a cheeky smile and strolled over to the other side of the kitchen Catherine threw her arms around Sara from her back and tried to stop her however Catherine was not successful! Sara placed the dirty dish in the dish washer then quickly turned around with a menacing look on her face and grabbed Catherine and tickled her.
“It would be so much easier to tidy up my own mess without you distracting me,” Sara said while her hands were still busy at Catherine’s sides. Catherine’s giggles could be heard in England, she was laughing that much! She was also quickly running out of breathe so she surrendered to Sara.
“Alright alright,” Catherine said in between giggles, once Sara’s hands had been removed Catherine commanded, “Go ring Griss and tell him you’re not going in.”
Catherine could see Sara’s dilemma. It wasn’t just work for Sara it was her life! However Catherine had a trick up her sleave.
“Sara I have that new film you wanted to see,” Catherine said temptingly.
“No way! Not...”
“Yes ‘I could never be your woman’.”
“Catherine I could make you my woman,” Sara joked moving her eyebrows up and down suggestingly. Catherine turned away so Sara couldn’t see her blush. “I’ve wanted to see that movie for so long, Michelle Pfeiffer is hot,” Sara said as she made her way over to the phone to cancel her overtime.
They had both made themselves comfortable waiting for the start of the film. Catherine was sat on the floor her back leant against the sofa while Sara had spread herself out and was lying down on the sofa with Catherine at her feet. As Sara wasn’t going into work Catherine had opened the wine but knowing Sara wasn’t a fan of wine Catherine had got her a beer.
“So you want to talk about earlier?” Sara inquired while her eyes watched the preview. Catherine titled her head a little so Sara could see her shake her head. Then the noise in the room was only filled by the DVD.
Half way through the film Catherine let out a sigh then turned to Sara and said, “It was Sam, Sam was meant to meet me for dinner.”
“Has he rang to explain?”
Catherine shook her head. Sara looked at Catherine with saddened eyes. Then Sara turned around so her head were where her feet was and simply put an arm on Catherine’s shoulder to comfort her a little.
Eventually the film was over and it was time for bed, which is when the bed dilemma arouse. “Just share my bed,” Catherine says with no hesitation, Sara stays audibly quiet, “Don’t worry Sara, me and Grissom do it all the time,” Catherine jokes trying to persuade Sara, she flashes a smirk in Sara’s direction as she makes her way to the bedroom.
There I was peacefully sleeping in bed, Catherine’s bed may I add. My back was facing Catherine and my head at the wall, so yeah basically I was on my side sleeping. When I was rudely awakened, as sleep is a novelty for me I do get a tad bit pissy if someone wakes me up, however this was not like this. There I was sleeping when suddenly I was aware of a hand going over my body, I half waked up, keeping my eyes shut, my brain (or should I say southern regions) focused on the hand. The hand was warm and soft, I’m not ashamed to say it didn’t half feel good. The hand travels across my stomach, then up my sides, then back down to my hips then back over the stomach, it does this several times and I am more than content with this. Then suddenly it clicks! It’s Catherine who is doing this, spooning me from behind! A thousand and one swear words go through my mind till I’m able to maintain some brain power to think, ‘if she’s awake I can’t let her know I’m awake.’ So I decide to test this whole thing out, I stretch my body out making out I’m asleep which is when I discovered that this was the wrong thing to do! The hand now had an opportunity and it took it, Catherine’s hand went down to just under my waist band of the shorts I was wearing, Catherine started to lightly stroke me there, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning, Catherine on the other hand snuggled her head into my back and moaned. At least I knew that she wasn’t awake, Catherine wouldn’t go that far if she knew it was me lying her. Then that theory got blown out the window when Catherine moaned my name which made my eyes shoot open! My heart was beating as fast as a mouse’s, which is 500 beats a minute, actually I think mine was faster than that. I come to the conclusion she must be dreaming, I turn half of my body slowly so that I can see her face. Catherine’s face looks very peaceful and there’s a smile on her face, her hand is still moving but I’m pretty sure she’s asleep. So I turn back around and let Catherine carry on feeling me up as I drift back off to sleep.
The next thing I knew was that the movements had stopped and I had a voice saying ‘shit’ multiple times. I can either fake sleep or reassure her. The decision is made I make a lot of effort to turn my body around and gently place my arm over Catherine. There is no need for words, Catherine knows this but she is still tense. After gently making circles on her hip, she relaxed and snuggled into my laying her head next to my chest. We both soon drifted off to sleep, in this intimate position.
To be continued?