Passion in Paradise

Ethereal Beauty

SMUT WARNING :) <3 

Cate arrives in London, it wasn't too long of a journey, just over two hours. While Cate was tired from the drive, she was fuelled with adrenaline to see her angel.

Is it going to be awkward? Because we know how each other feel? Or will it be more gratifying than ever? Moreover, what if it isn't at all what we think and it doesn't work out, I can't lose her...

As she pulls up to the hotel, with large pillars and a grand entrance, where a elegant chandelier hangs in the centre of the reception. Her excitement turns to anxiety. While she cannot wait to see Rooney's face, furthermore feel her presence, she is also ruled by the fear that Rooney may have fell in love with Carol and not her. Despite all of these feelings, she entered the hotel with her head held high and a smile wrote all over her face speaking the words of a Petrarchan sonnet.

Cate walks down the hall, dressed in suit trousers, a t shirt and trench coat. So effortlessly beautiful and strong. As she walks down the hall it is like a runway made just for her, nothing and no one could take their eyes off her, even the wallpaper followed her every move. While she exuberated every step of victory to Rooney's hotel room to people watching her on the outside, inside she felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of impatience to reach the door which seemed never ending. Cate felt like a young school girl again, with her first crush. Rooney instilled a thrilling excitement into her bones that she had never felt before, it was a different feeling to how Andrew made her feel. It wasn't more and wasn't less nevertheless it was different and Cate thrived with it running through her.

Meanwhile, Rooney was pacing the bedroom, waiting for Cate's knock at the door. With every step she took, the anticipation grew.

Is it going to be awkward? Because we know how each other feel? Or will it be more gratifying than ever? Moreover, what if it isn't at all what we think and it doesn't work out, I can t lose her...

Cate knows me. She knows me. We spent long hours together. But I am of so little experience, with women, I wonder if she is... we never spoke about that. Oh what if she thinks I am a fool, or silly. I can't go back now, I don't want to. These nerves are riddling me senseless.

Rooney takes a large drink to try to calm her nerves. It doesn't. Nothing can compare to how she is feeling at this moment in time, not even the first time she saw Cate and was completely in awe. While she fell in love with her on set, this feeling she had didn't come close because Cate felt some sort of way the same to even agree to see her.

There was a knock at the door... so elegant, so blissful to Rooney's ear that it was like time stopped.

Rooney opened the door. They both stood there for a moment just taking in each others existence, together they both looked in complete shock and content.

"Hello, darling." Cate spoke first.

"Cate... you came." Rooney responded still taken back by her delicacy.

There was no other words that either of them could conjure that would justify how they both felt. Cate dropped her bags and hugged Rooney, they both felt safe and the love that each on felt inside connected with the other and ran through both of them like an electric current. The hug lingered than any usual friendly hug, they both knew.

Cate walked into the room and laid down her bags by the bed, consciously noting that there was only one bed and she wasn't disheartened by it... she was pleased.

She poured herself a vodka and did Rooney one too.

Cate's heart was pounding in her chest, like a train down the tracks. Cate sits down in the chair beside the drinks table, while Rooney perches herself so slightly on the edge of the bed so eager to be as near to Cate as possible.