Okay, so last part as promised. Although I have to say, no one had ever offered to sing me a song on their guitar before (when they weren't drunk anyway lol), that was very sweet 143csi4ever, so please feel free to strum away lol.

Part Three

I watch her closely as she thinks about what I've said and see the exact moment the words register with her. Shock mixes with confusion as her eyes snap up to mine.

"We...what...but I thought...the way you...and then we...I mean...what?"

If this were any other situation I'd laugh at her less than eloquent reply. As it is, I think I have a little explaining to do.

"I knew the second you walked into the kitchen that you had no clue why I was here." I explain. I'm sure had the situation been different she'd have seen through me in seconds but I did everything I could to throw her today.

She shakes her head. When she gets up from the sofa and heads into the kitchen without a word I can't help feeling like a world class bitch. She's probably mortified. Right now I can think of a few reasons she'd feel like that. All of which are my fault.

Getting up, I follow her out. I think I need to apologise. Tentatively I open the kitchen door. Stopping just inside the room.

"I'm sorry." I offer when she turns to look at me. "I should never have made you think we slept together."

"Catherine you have nothing to apologise for. I'm the one that threw myself at you. You act like a good friend, make sure I get home, take care of me and how do I repay you? I jump you." She throws her hands up in the air as she finishes speaking, clearly upset with herself.

Walking into the kitchen, till we're only a few feet apart.

"Sara, I need to apologise for making you think you did something wrong. You may have noticed I was a very willing participant in that kiss. A kiss you would never have initiated had I not made you think we slept together last night."

"True, but I..." She trails off, looking at me for a second. "Why did you do that?"

I was wondering when she'd ask that. "I thought it would be funny to return some of the torture you put me through last night." I offer. "In retrospect, it wasn't the best idea I've ever had."

"I don't..."

"Let me finish." I say, cutting her off. Taking a deep breath before I continue. "I've wanted to ask you out for months but you didn't seem even remotely interested, until last night. So I was going to talk to you about it, but you got so drunk. I wanted you to at least remember." I laugh, easing the tension a little. "So I waited until today. But then stupidly decided to play a joke on you first."

"You wanted to ask me out?"

"Yes, I still do."

"Wow." She says with a smile. A full blown smile that immediately makes me smile in response. "I didn't act interested because I assumed I didn't have a hope in hell. Always thought you were straight."

"I am, at work, our work place is not so good with tolerance and I didn't want to add to the already huge stack of rumours that go around about me. I have enough to deal with."

"Makes sense. Me? I just like to keep my private life...private." She shrugs. A few seconds later she starts laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Us."

"Why?"

"We're meant to be intelligent and observational. Funny how we both managed to miss what was right in front of us. I'd say that was pretty stupid wouldn't you?"

"Less so if we decide to act on it now?" It comes out sounding a lot more hopeful than I'd wanted; I'd been aiming for teasing. I'm used to trying to keep a little control in relationships. Not giving everything away. For some reason, that all seems to have gone out of the window with her. "So? Would you like to go out with me?"

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"So? Would you like to go out with me?"

What the hell? She looks nervous. Does she honestly think I'm going to say no? I'm not crazy. I notice her nerves increase the longer I'm silent and I figure I should answer her. "I'd love to."

"Great." She replies. That amazing smile of hers in full view.

I take her hand and walk back to the living room. I think we both need a minute to think. Take in everything that's just happened.

She's just sat back when a thought occurs to me and I break the silence to ask her a question.

"What did you mean before? When you said you wanted to repay me for the torture?" Although given the little things I do remember I'm not sure I want an answer.

"Oh." She smirks, sitting back up, turning to face me, looking very amused. "Apparently I'm, and I quote, gorgeous, beautiful and really sexy too." She states, raising her eyebrow. "I'm also really hot and I have a great ass."

"Oh god." I groan as I bury my face in my hands. Please tell me I didn't do that. Although I can't argue with either statement.

"You couldn't sleep either, apparently I'm far too kissable, oh and my belly button is really cute."

"Uh." Is all I manage, have I ever been this embarrassed in my life?

Her fingers feel cool against the overheated skin on my face as she lifts my head so she can make eye contact.

I'm expecting her to assure me, tell me I have no need to be embarrassed but she just leans in and kisses me softly.

"Feel better?" She teases when she pulls back.

"No." I shake my head, going with the idea that I'll get more kisses I'd I say no.

"Hmm." She replies before leaning in once more. This time I'm treated to small, teasing kisses. "How about now?"

"Not quite." I pout.

My breath hitches as she sits up and moves so she's straddling me. Well that's one fantasy made reality. And oh how reality is so much better.

I move my hands to her hips and pull her flush against me. Then slide my hands down to her thighs, just so I can touch her skin.

Right now, with her breathing slightly laboured and her eyes a few shades darker than usual. She's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

"Let me see if I can help you out there." She purrs before leaning in for another kiss.

There's no teasing this time. She moves a hand to the back of my head, pulling me into the kiss. I hear myself moan as out tongues meet and my grip on her tightens. Her free hand moves to my neck and I shiver in delight as her fingers start teasing the skin there.

Of their own accord my hands wonder higher, trailing along the smooth skin of her thighs and slipping under the shirt she has on. Sliding around her hips to her back, moving higher still. I groan as I encounter nothing but skin and it dawns on me she isn't wearing a bra.

"Mmm god." I gasp as I tear my mouth away from hers. It takes every ounce of will-power I have to slide my hands back down to settle on her hips. And not slide them around to cup her breasts.

The room is filled with the sounds of our laboured breathing.

Catherine is the first to get her breathing under control. "Wow."

"Oh yeah." I agree. "I definitely feel better now."

She chuckles a little and I feel a shiver run down my spine in response.

"You know, I can't believe you made me think we slept together, you're positively evil." I tease. Trying to distract myself from the feel of her in this position.

"You think?" She asks, eyebrow raised.

"Mmm hmm." I nod.

Lowering her mouth to my ear she husks her reply. "I'm sure I can think of a few ways to make it up to you." Her statement is followed by her tongue teasing my ear and her teeth gently biting. So much for distracting myself.

"Catherine." I hiss as my body arches into hers.

Kisses are teased along my jaw line until she pulls back to look at me. Eyes dark.

Well if she wants to tease, I can't let her have all the fun.

Sliding my hands around to her ass, biting my lip to stop myself groaning. I pull her closer and rock her against my stomach a little.

Lowering my voice, I husk. "Unless you're ready for me to take you to bed and make you scream, I think we should slow down"

She groans slightly and I can't help smile proudly as her eyes flutter closed and she gently bites her bottom lip. I caused that reaction. Oh yeah.

If I'm honest I'm torn between how I want her to answer. My hormones and my body are all for option one. But my head and heart want to take this slowly, not mess it up.

A few seconds later she opens her eyes and gives me a beautiful smile. "What? Before the first date?" She teases, feigning shock.

I laugh, grateful that she's broken the tension. I know I wouldn't have done anything to escape the hormonal haze.

"You know what I would like?" She asks, leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Name it." I'd give her a kidney right now if she wanted it.

"Take me to bed and hold me. I didn't get much sleep." She smirks. "And we have time before work."

"I'd love to." I smile.

She moves so she's standing up, grabbing my hand and pulling me with her. Leading me to the bedroom.

"This is the second time you've led me to my bedroom in twenty-four hours." I observe. I'm not even sure why I brought it up.

"Lucky me."

"Although next time, you can be sure that neither of us will be sleeping for a while." I purr into her ear as we reach the bed.

"That best be a promise Sidle." She replies as she cuddles into my side.

It's not long before she drifts off to sleep. Leaving me to think. I can't believe everything that's happened in the past few hours. But damn I'm happy about it.

I like feedback even more than I like people singing me songs lol.

Thanks for reading.

Sam