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Author: Sarah (surrendersomething)
E-mail: surrender_something@hotmail.com
Summary: Catherine/Warrick. Catherine reveals a secret, and is somewhat surprised at how it's taken.
Spoilers: None whatsoever.
Disclaimer: Whatever you're thinking about, probably isn't mine.
Author’s Notes: My first, completely un-beated venture into the world of yobling writing! I dreamt this up while I was on holiday - it just settled itself in my mind, and wouldn't let me think of anything else until I'd written it all down.
Secrets
Catherine Willows has a secret.
One which threatens to destroy her cool, hard exterior should anyone find out.
She likes to be held after making love with someone.
The first time she and Warrick made love, they’d both known it wasn’t just some one night stand. So, when he pulled her gently against his chest as they fought to slow their breathing, she’d actually felt as though all her birthdays had come at once.
Wriggling around in his arms, she had planted a kiss on his lips before whispering her secret. If she were honest, she suspected that he’d been quite enamoured with this information, as he’d cupped her cheek in his hand and gently caressed her skin with his thumb as he’d promised to do so every time.
He’d kept to his promise.
It was a big thing for her. Although at first she’d been a little scared that he knew her so well so fast, that feeling had soon morphed into something much more – the realisation that what he felt for her went deeper than just lust.
She’d learnt the hard way that whispered promises after sex weren’t always remembered, let alone kept.
But she was finding out over and over again that Warrick wasn’t like other men. Although first impressions may present a smooth ladies man, Catherine knew better.
Being a ladies man in the typical sense would suggest to her that he was a womaniser, someone who had a series of flings and infidelities. Warrick however, was a ladies man, in a completely different sense. Underneath the façade he displayed, the personal side of Warrick Brown was entirely different. He enjoyed, she’d found, the intimacy that accompanied a relationship. He enjoyed surprising and pleasing her – enjoyed putting her first, even if it were only for a few minutes.
He cared about making her happy, which was something she wasn’t entirely used to.
And damn good at it he was too.
One night, several weeks into the relationship, arms wrapped securely around her as promised as they lay in the dark, he’d asked her why that particular action was so important to her. She’d replied honestly,
“Because then it really feels like making love.” His equally honest reply of,
“With you it always feels like making love, Cath,” had rendered her speechless and reignited feelings within her that he was making feel more familiar every day. And as he’d turned her to face him, she’d realised that what he’d said was true.
As a result, their second of lovemaking that night had been even more emotionally charged than before.
It was then that her secret had changed. It was then that she’d understood that it wasn’t just being held afterwards that made it feel like making love, but it was more about who you were making love with, about who was holding you.
Her new secret?
Warrick was that person.
And she had every intention of telling him so.
June 2004, Sarah Dives.