Hustle and Flow
Title: Hustle and Flow 14
Author: Maaike
Pairing: Cath/Sara, Sara/OC
Rating: PG13
A/N: I'm so sorry for being away for so long. Real life caught up with me.
Sara’s look after I invited her for breakfast, made me feel like I had asked her to do something really inappropriate. I really messed up the friendship we had going by seducing her. I wonder if she is happy now.
Who am I kidding? Of course she is. She has a girlfriend, someone to come home to and a cute little girl who adores her to boot. Dammit, that should have been me and Lindsey, not some other woman and her daughter. Why did I let her go?
Look at me, being all sappy about this. I know very well what happened. I didn’t want to commit myself to her. She wanted more than just sex and I said no. I also know very well what is going on now. She is more interesting because she is taken.
Yes, that’s it.
I get out of my car and slowly walked to my house. I’m exhausted. Not only my case is at a standstill, so is my relationship with Sara. The first ten minutes I felt like getting up and walking away. Me, Catherine Willows. I never walk away, but this morning I was seriously considering it.
To describe the first minutes as ‘stray’, would be an understatement. It would be the biggest fucking understatement of the year, actually. Sara was one of those people that came with a manual. If you didn’t read it, you’d never be able to really connect with them. I managed to connect with her without reading the manual. But instead of using it for a friendship, I took the meaning of ‘connecting’ just a little too literally.
At first there was this uncomfortable silence hanging in the air. Out of sheer desperation, I started talking about work. If you want to get Sara Sidle talking, talk about work. She always has something to say about some case and it makes her relax. That’s a lesson I’ve learned over the years.
After a while, we fell back in our routine of ‘girl talk’, if I can actually call it that. In other words, we were having a nice conversation. I really like the ‘outside of work’ Sara, not that there is anything wrong with her demeanour at work, but she just seems more relaxed. And the more relaxed Sara was, the more interesting she became. At least, to me.
I throw my purse on the table in the hallway and make a bee line for the kitchen. Lindsey will be up soon and I want to surprise her with breakfast. My mother has once again dozed off on the couch. I told her a million times to take my bed, but she is just too stubborn.
While I’m making breakfast, my daughter comes into the kitchen, still half asleep, but she is there. She actually got up on time without me having to wake her. Guess miracles still do happen.
Then I realize it’s probably because Chloe is coming here today. Christine asked me to watch her for a little while. I can handle that, I’m a grown woman. I can handle the fact that she is fucking the woman who should be mine. Right, not going there.
Just when I’m about to ask Lindsey to help me do the dishes, the doorbell rings. She smiles sweetly at me, knowing that she got saved by the bell. The sound of two squealing girls is my cue to walk towards the door.
To my surprise Christine is standing in my living room, telling the girls to go play outside. I raise my eyebrow at her, wondering what the hell she is doing here.
“Lindsey let me in,” she says as if she is apologizing. This is awkward.
I smile at her and motion for her to sit down.
“I wanted to talk to you,”
Ok, that’s simple and direct. I can deal with talking, no problem. As long as she avoids…
“…about Sara.”
Shit.
I just stare at her and she takes it as a cue to start talking. Suddenly I’m not so sure if I can do this. If she is here to gloat about being with Sara, I don’t want to hear it.
She leans closer to me, “I was wondering how it feels.”
What does she mean? And why is she invading my personal space?
“How what feels?” I look at her, wondering if she has gone totally crazy. What is she playing at?
“Knowing someone else is fucking the person you’re supposed to be with,” she gets up and smiles sweetly at me, it makes my stomach turn. What is she telling me?
I get up as well, moving closer to her, my hands resting on my hips. What the hell is she thinking, acting like this in my house.
“What are you talking about?” I really have no idea what she means. Apart from the fact she is fucking Sara. That bitch. I really feel like punching her in the face, but my curiosity gets the better of me and I let her talk.
“You don’t know? Does the name Paul Newsome ring a bell?” She steps closer, “You fucked my husband and now I’m fucking your woman.”
Oh my God.
“Out!” I shout at her, “Get out of my house, now.” I don’t think I have been this angry since….since as long as I can fucking remember.
I slam the door the second she is outside. Fuck. Christine is using Sara to get back at me. I didn’t even know Paul was married.
Letting myself fall back on the couch, I lean my head back and close my eyes. I can’t win this. If I tell Sara what Christine just told me, she won’t believe me and probably hate me for it. If I don’t tell Sara and she finds out by herself, she will hate me for not telling her.
Author: Maaike
Pairing: Cath/Sara, Sara/OC
Rating: PG13
A/N: I'm so sorry for being away for so long. Real life caught up with me.
Sara’s look after I invited her for breakfast, made me feel like I had asked her to do something really inappropriate. I really messed up the friendship we had going by seducing her. I wonder if she is happy now.
Who am I kidding? Of course she is. She has a girlfriend, someone to come home to and a cute little girl who adores her to boot. Dammit, that should have been me and Lindsey, not some other woman and her daughter. Why did I let her go?
Look at me, being all sappy about this. I know very well what happened. I didn’t want to commit myself to her. She wanted more than just sex and I said no. I also know very well what is going on now. She is more interesting because she is taken.
Yes, that’s it.
I get out of my car and slowly walked to my house. I’m exhausted. Not only my case is at a standstill, so is my relationship with Sara. The first ten minutes I felt like getting up and walking away. Me, Catherine Willows. I never walk away, but this morning I was seriously considering it.
To describe the first minutes as ‘stray’, would be an understatement. It would be the biggest fucking understatement of the year, actually. Sara was one of those people that came with a manual. If you didn’t read it, you’d never be able to really connect with them. I managed to connect with her without reading the manual. But instead of using it for a friendship, I took the meaning of ‘connecting’ just a little too literally.
At first there was this uncomfortable silence hanging in the air. Out of sheer desperation, I started talking about work. If you want to get Sara Sidle talking, talk about work. She always has something to say about some case and it makes her relax. That’s a lesson I’ve learned over the years.
After a while, we fell back in our routine of ‘girl talk’, if I can actually call it that. In other words, we were having a nice conversation. I really like the ‘outside of work’ Sara, not that there is anything wrong with her demeanour at work, but she just seems more relaxed. And the more relaxed Sara was, the more interesting she became. At least, to me.
I throw my purse on the table in the hallway and make a bee line for the kitchen. Lindsey will be up soon and I want to surprise her with breakfast. My mother has once again dozed off on the couch. I told her a million times to take my bed, but she is just too stubborn.
While I’m making breakfast, my daughter comes into the kitchen, still half asleep, but she is there. She actually got up on time without me having to wake her. Guess miracles still do happen.
Then I realize it’s probably because Chloe is coming here today. Christine asked me to watch her for a little while. I can handle that, I’m a grown woman. I can handle the fact that she is fucking the woman who should be mine. Right, not going there.
Just when I’m about to ask Lindsey to help me do the dishes, the doorbell rings. She smiles sweetly at me, knowing that she got saved by the bell. The sound of two squealing girls is my cue to walk towards the door.
To my surprise Christine is standing in my living room, telling the girls to go play outside. I raise my eyebrow at her, wondering what the hell she is doing here.
“Lindsey let me in,” she says as if she is apologizing. This is awkward.
I smile at her and motion for her to sit down.
“I wanted to talk to you,”
Ok, that’s simple and direct. I can deal with talking, no problem. As long as she avoids…
“…about Sara.”
Shit.
I just stare at her and she takes it as a cue to start talking. Suddenly I’m not so sure if I can do this. If she is here to gloat about being with Sara, I don’t want to hear it.
She leans closer to me, “I was wondering how it feels.”
What does she mean? And why is she invading my personal space?
“How what feels?” I look at her, wondering if she has gone totally crazy. What is she playing at?
“Knowing someone else is fucking the person you’re supposed to be with,” she gets up and smiles sweetly at me, it makes my stomach turn. What is she telling me?
I get up as well, moving closer to her, my hands resting on my hips. What the hell is she thinking, acting like this in my house.
“What are you talking about?” I really have no idea what she means. Apart from the fact she is fucking Sara. That bitch. I really feel like punching her in the face, but my curiosity gets the better of me and I let her talk.
“You don’t know? Does the name Paul Newsome ring a bell?” She steps closer, “You fucked my husband and now I’m fucking your woman.”
Oh my God.
“Out!” I shout at her, “Get out of my house, now.” I don’t think I have been this angry since….since as long as I can fucking remember.
I slam the door the second she is outside. Fuck. Christine is using Sara to get back at me. I didn’t even know Paul was married.
Letting myself fall back on the couch, I lean my head back and close my eyes. I can’t win this. If I tell Sara what Christine just told me, she won’t believe me and probably hate me for it. If I don’t tell Sara and she finds out by herself, she will hate me for not telling her.