Hustle and Flow 10/?
Title: Hustle and Flow (10/?)
Author: Maaike
Pairing: C/S, S/OC
Disclaimers: See chapter 1.
A/N: As always thanks to Emma! And thanks you guys for reading and reviewing. I'm sorry this isn't going as fast as my other fics, last
year at uni is a lot heaver than I thought.
I throw my jacket on the couch. It looks like Christine has already gone to bed. I don’t blame her, though. I’ve been a downright bitch to her. I can’t believe I put Catherine before her. I’m such a sucker for that woman.
Before I go into Christine’s bedroom, I check in on Chloe. The little girl was exhausted when we came home. Her empty bed reminds me that Chloe is at her father’s place. I chuckle, who would have thought I’d be getting along well with children like this?
I quietly close the door to Chloe’s room and head for Christine’s. I hope she will still let me in after what happened. My sneaking around the house was for nothing because Christine is sitting up in her bed. I’m not sure yet if that is a good or a bad thing.
“Hey,” I say, not really knowing what else to say. I feel really stupid right now.
“Hey,” she replies. I guess she doesn’t know what to say either.
She pats the spot next to her on the bed. She wants to talk. I can do that. I think I’ve sorted myself out just enough to be able to talk.
As I sit next to her, she moves closer and rests her head on my shoulder.
“Let’s not do that again,” she says before placing a kiss on my neck.
“Chris, I..,” I start, I sincerely want to apologize.
“Shhh, baby, let’s not talk,” she says before claiming my mouth.
Ok, let’s not talk then.
While her tongue is demanding access to my mouth, she is crawling on top of me. Before I know it she is straddling me. It just got incredibly hot in this room. I’m a bit hesitant in the beginning. We’ve done this before, only last time we got stopped by Chloe knocking on the door. Since Chloe is not around tonight, it might mean we will be taking a step forward in our relationship. A huge step.
“Chris,” I don’t want to do this if I can’t focus one hundred percent.
“Shh, baby, I want you,” she whispers, ignoring my plea.
“Chris,” I say again, more insistent now.
She stops kissing my neck and looks up at me. What I see in her eyes worries me. She is scared. Does she really need me that much?
“Sara, what’s wrong?” Even her voice sounds scared.
“Are you sure?” I ask her, but I’m the one who isn’t sure.
Christine chuckles. “Sara, honey, I’m a big girl, I think I’m way past that,” she says as she gently strokes my stomach. “Are you sure?” she asks me.
To be really honest, I don’t know the answer to that. Yeah, I want to, she was definitely turning me on. But am I sure? No.
She raises her eyebrow. “Sara, are you asking me this because you are not sure?”
I feel myself starting to blush. Great. Now she thinks I’m not sure. Which I’m not. Dammit.
“I just. I do want to talk,” I say. And I do. I don’t want to walk around feeling like I’m cheating on either woman, because I’m not. This is driving me crazy.
“Look, Sara,” she says as she rolls off me and sits next to me, “I freaked earlier. I’m sorry about that.”
She looks me straight in the eye. Something I never really liked. No matter what I do, my eyes always give me away.
“Baby, is there something bothering you? What did Catherine want?” She is firing questions at me all of a sudden.
As I sit up more, she crawls onto me again. “Sara?”
“I’m not good at this,” I say as I move my finger between us, indicating I mean relationships.
“Sara, baby, we’ve been doing fine. What do you mean?”
“I’m not good at talking,” I say. I want to blurt out that Catherine is my ex-fuck buddy and that I’m confused, but I’d better not.
“That’s ok. You know I’m not pushing you. You were the one who wanted to talk,” she says as she takes my hands into hers.
She is so incredibly sweet. I wonder what the hell I did to deserve that. Not two hours ago I was treating her like shit.
“I’m confused.” There, I said it.
“About what?”
Oh boy. What have I done? Now I’m going to have to tell it all.
“Sara, what happened to you? Why are you so scared of moving further?” Christine has taken my face into her hands and is looking at me intently.
Oh no. We are not going to take that trip down memory lane. No way.
“I just don’t have such a good track record,” I can hear my voice is breaking. I hope she will let me get away with this. I really do NOT want to go into my past.
Christine kisses my lips gently. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I mean, look at me. I’ve got an ex-husband, which is probably the biggest mistake of my life. Apart from getting Chloe out of it,” she says with a smile.
For a moment, she just looks at me as if she is trying to read my mind. “I know there is more than just a bad track record. I can see it in your eyes. But I won’t force you to talk to me. You tell me when you are ready ok? And if that means no sex until then, we can wait. I mean, I can show you how I feel in other ways,” she says, her hands gently playing with my breasts.
God, I really don’t deserve this. She is way too good for me. I close my eyes and just enjoy the feeling. I guess we can talk about Catherine later.
“Sara?”
“Hmmm?” I’m enjoying her touches way too much to answer properly.
“Why did Catherine call you?”
Ah.
“She needed my help with something,” I say, my eyes still closed.
“Ok.”
Before I know it, she is kissing me full on. Her hands are in my hair, on my neck, my shoulders and my breasts. It’s hard to keep track, but it feels pretty damn good. Suddenly she stops. I open my eyes to see what’s up. She is looking at me, puzzled.
“How long have you known Catherine?”
“About 5 years now. We’ve been on the same shift since I came to Vegas,” I answer. I wonder where this is going.
“So you know what she is like?”
What does she mean, “what she is like”?
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she has got a reputation,” Christine is hesitating. I can hear it in her voice.
“What reputation?” Is she saying what I think she is saying? What the hell?
“I’ve heard she sleeps around a lot.”
“What?!?” Ok, that didn’t come out right.
“Well, I’ve heard things when I was picking up Chloe from school.”
“And you are telling me this because…?” She is not going to badmouth my Catherine. Err, Catherine.
“Well, I wanted to know if it’s true.”
“I don’t know. It’s not like Catherine and I are best buddies. When I’m at work, I work,” I can’t let her know I’m pissed off.
“I was just wondering if it had to do something with her calling you,” Christine looks straight at me again.
I look back at her. Where did this come from all of a sudden? What do I say? Fuck.