Revelations
By The Dawn
E-mail: lesbiancala@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: X-Files episode titles
Spoilers: Sex, Lies and Larvae
Disclaimer: Trust me. If I owned them, you'd be watching an entirely
different show.
A/N: Sequel to "Awakened" and "En Ami". Sara's POV. Maybe not the
last one, but the last one for now, 'cause I have to get to sleep;)
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I know I'm staring. I should probably stop, but it's all I can do
not to pinch myself 'cause I'm still not sure this is real. An hour
ago I thought this woman hated me, and now we're sitting at this
cozy diner waiting for the breakfast we're about to eat together.
What alternate universe have I fallen into? And do they charge
rent? 'Cause I have no desire to be back in reality right now. Or
ever.
"Sara?" I blink and realize that yes, she would expect some sort of
breakfast conversation. She smiles. "You looked like you were a
million miles away."
"Nope. I'm right here." Wherever "here" is. I wonder what the real
estate market's like. Oh, right. Conversation.
"So how's the case going?" Oh good, work. I can do this. Or I could,
if this was any other case.
"Not so good. Everything tells me this guy's guilty, but Grissom's
bugs say otherwise." Yeah, that would be bitterness. I look down so
she doesn't see the frustration in my eyes. I don't know if she'll
understand just how badly I need to find justice for Kaye Shelton,
and I sure as hell don't want to explain it to her. As unreal as it
may seem, it feels like we're becoming friends, and I don't need to
screw it up with my issues.
She puts a hand on mine, and I realize I've been fidgeting with my
napkin; said napkin is currently turning into a pile of shredded
paper on the table. My skin burns under her hand, and I pray that
she didn't feel the shiver that just ran down my spine.
"You'll find an explanation. Gil's good at what he does, and so are
you." Her voice deepens as she emphasizes that last part, and I find
myself seriously considering the possibility of spontaneous human
combustion.
Luckily, our food arrives, so I won't be bursting into flames just
yet. My hand feels the loss of hers, and it's the only thing I can
think about as we eat in silence. It's not the icy silence I'm used
to with her, but still an awkward one. I keep food in my mouth so I
don't have to come up with something to say, because right now,
sitting across from her, watching her lips wrap around her fork in a
way that I'm sure isn't supposed to be sexy, but still is...well, I
couldn't say anything that wouldn't utterly embarrass me and destroy
any semblance of a working relationship that we have.
But then there's no more food on either of our plates, and thus no
more excuses not to talk. I take a sip of my coffee and clear my
throat before breaking the silence.
"So, uh, what about your case? That painting? I heard you guys
cracked it."
"Yeah." She sighs, which tells me maybe it's not so solved after
all. "Kid stole his dad's art to try and make some money. At least,
that's where we're at so far. It feels like there's more to it."
Maybe I'm still tired, or the coffee's having a weird effect on me,
but somehow I decide that it would be a good idea for me to cover
her hand with mine this time. Her eyes shoot up to lock onto mine,
and I think maybe it wasn't such a good idea. But as I try to pull
away, she grabs it and holds on. Then her thumb is lazily moving
across the back of my hand, and I damn near have a heart attack.
"Catherine?" I practically squeak. There's something in her eyes
right now that's making me really nervous, and I think it's because
I haven't seen that look directed at me in what seems like forever.
At least, not outside of my dreams. Then it disappears, and she
pulls her hand away, muttering a nervous apology.
But see, now I'm curious. And if there's one thing I can't resist,
it's a mystery. And I want to know why she was looking at me like
that, and why she asked me out to breakfast, and a thousand
other "whys" that are racing through my brain. I settle on one for
the time being.
"Why are you sorry?" She's got this deer-in-headlights look going
on, and I start to think- but no, that's not possible. I mean, this
is Catherine Willows, straight woman extraordinaire. I'm just
imagining things because of that dream. Man, that dream...
Crap. That was a mistake. Now my cheeks are flushing, and I know she
notices because she's staring right at me, and after all, she's paid
to notice things. Her lips twitch as her mind works, and it's all I
can do to keep from staring at them.
"I just- I know we're not really even friends, and I shouldn't have
tried to push it like that." My eyes narrow a bit as I try to
process this. I can't stand not having the answer to this puzzle
sitting before me.
"Well, we're not exactly going to become friends if you're afraid to
touch me." She laughs a little, and I think it's at my confusion,
but then she speaks.
"I'm not afraid to touch you Sara." She makes her point by reaching
for my hand again, and something in her voice makes me reconsider
the notion that she could never be attracted to me. 'Cause right
now, I could swear that her eyes are slowly darkening to a shade I
only know from my dreams. Taking a chance, I shift my hand so that
our fingers are intertwined, and I have to bite my lip to keep from
gasping at the perfect fit.
Damn, she noticed that, too. But she's not moving her hand away.
Instead, her thumb is running along the length of my index finger,
and that spontaneous combustion thing is bound to happen any second
now. When I look up from our hands, I see that she's staring at them
herself, almost in amazement or wonder.
"Cat." I manage, in no state to be remembering her dislike of the
name. She looks up at me then, and I get the feeling that's the last
thing on her mind. My stomach tightens at the heat of her eyes, and
it seems like we're standing on the edge of something, neither of us
willing to jump first. I know that she feels it too, there's no
other explanation, but I still can't seem to force myself to make
that move.
Then my hand is being tugged toward her, and I almost have to lean
over the table as she draws it to her mouth. She places a lingering
kiss on the back of it, and this time I can't stop the hitch in my
breath or the shudder that rips through my body. I think that's all
I needed, because now I miraculously have the courage to jump.
I don't let go of her hand as I stand and take the step to her side
of the table, tugging her up to me. My other hand finds its way to
her waist as I lower my lips to hers. My heart is beating way faster
than normal now, and I'm still afraid she'll pull away, but that
thought dissipates as her own free hand twines itself in the hair at
the back of my neck, pulling me hard into her.
I'm vaguely aware that we're still in a public place, but I can't
seem to find it in me to care. Especially not when her tongue is
tracing my lips, and I can taste her coffee and the breakfast she
just ate, and the sweet taste of her that my dreams could never have
gotten right.
It's far too soon when her lips leave mine, and my hand stays on her
waist to keep her close to me. Her eyes are gazing into mine, and I
can't help but gaze back in disbelief.
"I never thought..." I trail off, my voice low and laced with
desire. She smiles softly at me as she replies in the same tone.
"Neither did I." Her hand leaves mine to brush a strand of hair out
of my face, and I'm trembling as her breath brushes across my lips.
Our silence now is a comfortable one, the only tension being the
good kind, the kind where we both know we want to kiss each other
again, but this is entirely not the place. I swallow and take a deep
breath before speaking again.
"You wanna get out of here?" She nods, and I debate which hand to
remove from her body to get to my wallet. I decide on the one that's
twined with hers, because the curve of her hip is just too delicious
to let go just yet. I toss a couple bills on the table before
sliding my hand back into hers, leading her out of the diner.
Something tells me this is going to be a long and very memorable day.
fin.
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