Hustle and Flow 8/?
When I say I'm back, I'm really back. Have been doing a lot of writing (great therapy) and here is chapter 8 of Hustle and Flow. Are there even people still reading this story?? ;)
Title: Hustle and Flow (8/?)
Author: Maaike
Pairing: C/S, S/OC
Disclaimers: See chapter 1.
A/N: As always, kudos to Emma!
My life has taken a turn in a whole new direction lately. Normally if I’m not at the lab I’m at home, but lately I’ve been spending a lot of time outside of my house. First with Catherine, which ended up being a big fat mistake on my part, and now I spend almost all my free time with Christine and her daughter Chloe.
Chloe was a bit hesitant at first, but after I took her to the zoo yesterday she totally turned around. She thinks I ‘hung the moon’, to use the little girl’s words.
I didn’t know what was happening to me when I saw Lindsey standing in Chris’ living room. Chloe asked if her best friend could come along and I had said yes, not knowing that Lindsey Willows was Chloe’s best friend. When I saw the little Willows my first instinct was to run. I was actually going to, but Chloe was hanging on my leg before I regained my senses.
Lindsey was obviously shocked as well, but the little squirt regained her composure very quickly. Thank God, because it really helped stop the awkwardness. We ended up having a great day together. I’ve always liked Lindsey. She is a very bright kid.
I promised Chloe to help her restyle her tree house into a ‘princess castle’, but I had to go into work. Grissom had paged me. I reluctantly left Christine and the girls to go to work. I have to say, even though it was very awkward in the beginning, I’m starting to like this family lifestyle.
Now I’m driving to Christine’s house. Fortunately helping Grissom out didn’t take too long- it was my night off, after all. I should get a gold star for going in anyway.
This relationship is still very new and I feel my stomach doing summersaults as I’m turning into her street. I don’t know if I could love her. I mean, love is a big word, but I definitely like her. I like being with her. I like the way she holds me. I like the way she kisses me, but most of all, I like how she is so patient with me. I know I’m testing her patience. It’s been three weeks and I still haven’t slept with her, even though we did get very close once. It just doesn’t feel right yet.
I’m glad I got Lindsey to promise not to say anything to Catherine yet. She would be so pissed off if she had to hear something like this from Lindsey. I’m going to tell her myself, I just haven’t gotten around to doing that yet. For some reason I haven’t had much time alone with her lately. Not that I mind. I need to get over her. That’s a lot easier said than done, though. I keep thinking of her, of our time together. She is such an amazing woman.
I shake my head to exorcise Catherine from my thoughts. As I get out of my car, Christine is already standing in the doorway to greet me. It’s so nice to come home to someone who cares for you. I gently kiss my new lover on the lips before walking inside.
“Hey babe,” she says with a seductive smile.
I love her smile.
“Hey,” I reply.
I know she is up to something. The way her eyes twinkle, it just gives away everything. I like that about her, there is no secret side. She doesn’t hide anything from me.
I hang my jacket up and walk towards the living room. Suddenly I feel Christine hugging me from behind, whispering something in my ear.
“Hmmm,” she purrs, “someone is looking hot tonight.”
I gulp. She does her sexy purr almost as well as Catherine can do it.
I turn around to kiss her. I have to get Catherine out of my mind. Her lips are so soft and they are very willing to let my tongue slide through, into Christine’s sweet mouth. As I gently squeeze her ass, she moans into my mouth.
Christine pulls me onto the couch. I mumble Chloe’s name in between kisses, worried we will wake the little squirt up.
“At her dad’s place,” Christine mumbles back before attacking my mouth again.
Oh, so we are home alone. Nice.
I slowly unbutton her blouse without breaking the kiss. Her skin feels so soft. I try to focus on the feel of her while I move my kisses down to her neck. This is probably as far as we have gotten before, necking like teenagers on the couch, on her bed, in the kitchen and in the pool in the backyard.
Christine moves up a little and looks at me. Her eyes are dark with desire and the look she gives me is sending shivers down my spine. I wish Catherine would look at me like that; not just with desire, but also with love. She smiles at me cockily while she unclasps her bra.
I just sit there, staring at her. She is beautiful. I’m about to move forward and taste the newly exposed skin, but I’m stopped by the ringing of my cell phone. The shrill sound of my ring tone is answered by two groans, Christine’s and mine.
I’m turned on and agitated. I hope it’s not Grissom calling me in again, because I will seriously kick his ass if it’s him. Without looking at the caller ID, I pick up.
“Sidle.”
“Hey, it’s me,” the voice on the other side of the line says. Shit, it’s Catherine.
I look at Christine, who is motioning for me to hang up. God, the way she looks at me.
“Erm Cath, now is really not a good time.” When I address Catherine by her name, Christine looks up at me. I think I’ll have some explaining to do after this phone call.
“You’re fucking someone else, aren’t you?” Shit, Cath is drunk. She couldn’t have picked a worse moment to call.
“Cath, please,” I plead, hoping she will come to her senses.
“Don’t “please” me, Sidle! I heard all about it!” She shouts at me. I look at Christine, but fortunately she hasn’t heard what Catherine said.
“It’s not what you think,” I try. I don’t sound as confident as I wanted to sound. This catches Christine’s attention. She looks at me questioningly. Dammit.
“Lindsey told me, Sara. Did you really think she was going to be able to keep such a big secret? She is just a little girl!” She shouts at me.
Shit. Lindsey. She knows. I don’t think I’ve ever seen or heard Catherine while she was drunk. Why did she get drunk in the first place?
I sigh. I guess at least I can talk to Catherine now. Even though it’s not the best moment, it was my fault for not telling her in the first place.
“Cath,” I start. Then I decide that I do not want to discuss this in front of Christine. “Hang on,” I say before putting my hand on the phone.
“I’ve got to take this call,” I tell Christine.
She pouts at me. “Do you really have to? You’re not being called in are you?”
“It’s a personal matter, I really have to take this,” I plead, hoping she will not get angry with me.
“Whatever,” she says, buttoning her shirt.
Shit.
I get up anyway and walk into the kitchen for some privacy. Damn you, Catherine! First you break my heart and now, when I’ve just started getting over you, you are doing it again! Who does she think she is?
“Fuck you, Catherine,” I say, a little bit harsher than I had intended.
“That is the problem here,” she replies. I can’t believe she thinks this is funny!
“You’re drunk, Cath,” I almost hiss. I’m getting very close to being very pissed off.
“Yes, I am, but I’m very much aware of what I’m saying,” Catherine answers. This only shows she is further gone than she thinks. She is making a complete fool of herself.
“I think we should talk when you are sober,” I say. I do want to give her that chance.
“I want to talk to you now, Sara,” she says as if it’s the most urgent matter on the planet.
“Sar, what is taking you so long?” Christine startles me. She is leaning against the doorframe. She looks sad. I think she knows.
I hold up my finger. “One second, babe, I’m finishing up.”
Christine sighs and turns around. Damn, I have a lot to make up for after I hang up.
“Look, Cath, I’m kind of busy…,” before I can finish my sentence, she cuts me off.
“You are busy fucking someone else!” She shouts.
I sigh. There is no talking to Catherine. No matter how much I care for her, Christine is more important at the moment. I don’t want to hurt her. I hang up without saying anything.
As I walk back into the living room, my heart is beating in my chest. I never thought something like this would happen to me. I actually feel like I am cheating, while Catherine was VERY clear in telling me she didn’t want me.
“Hey babe,” I say to greet Christine.
I can see in her eyes that it is no use. I guess I better start talking.