Title: Second Chances
Author: Lora
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Challenge: No Dialogue
Summary: You always preferred the smell of Catherine to vodka anyway.
Disclaimer: yadda yadda, blah blah...not mine... babble bable...CBS...
AN: This is a mixture of Catherine POV and Sara POV. Cath is the normal writing, Sara is the italics...yeah..so... uh-huh.
Words: 471

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Your eyes meet across the store and you have to check your pulse to make sure you're still breathing. You both stop and look at each other, not really seeing but remembering.

Take deep breaths as you remember the feel of her slender fingers tracing your skin, teasing, she was always such a tease.

Subconsciously, you lick your lower lip as the memories of her mouth on your own fill your mind. You can still taste the vanilla of her lip gloss.

Cross your arms over your chest as your nipples harden, body memories taking control. Your skin can feel her heat from across the aisles.

A faint smile touches your lips as you see that you still have an affect on this beautiful blonde woman. You wonder how long it's actually been since you last spoke to her.

The memories fade and you're left with the reality of the situation. You see her now, see the reason you haven't shared a bed or a conversation in almost a year. The dark rings below her puffy red eyes, clothes hanging limply on her bones, hands trembling constantly. You lower your eyes to her basket and sigh deeply. No food, only liquers.

Your smile fades as she sighs, she's disappointed in you. You never wanted that. All you ever wanted was for her to stick by you, to go to counselling with you so you wouldn't be so afraid. But you can't blame her for leaving, you blame yourself and that's why a year later you're still here, body trembling from not having any alcohol for a few hours.

You lower your eyes and sigh. You're embarrassed that she's seen you like this and desperately want to crawl back under your duvet, in the dark, with the smell of vodka heavy in the air.

When you look up again she's gone and you wonder if it was all just an alcohol induced trip. You walk across the store to where she was standing and you inhale deeply, Catherine's perfume fills your senses and you decide that this life isn't what you want anymore. You miss the old days, you miss her. Placing the basket on the floor you leave, she drives past in her SUV and your eyes meet again. You smile, and she smiles back, pity in her eyes. The tears come as you watch her drive away.

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6 months later and you're smiling at the woman asleep in your arms. You still can't believe she's here, with you, like the old days.

You shake her gently and plant kisses in her dark hair as you remind her that it's almost time for you both to go to counselling.

You snuggle closer to the blonde and inhale her scent deeply. You always preferred the smell of Catherine to vodka anyway.

END

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