Under Glass

Chapter 43- Making It Happen

Chris clasped her hand tightly, clinging to her. Caitlin was asleep a few inches from him in the same bed. He'd yearned for this. Ever since she left Atlanta, he had felt lost and he wasn't about to give it up again. She told him she didn't love him, and she was very convincing, but he didn't believe a word. 'She looks like an angel when she sleeps,' he thought, as he ran his hand through her hair.

Chris had been in DC a few weeks, but they fell right back into each other, just like he'd known they would. She'd just needed some time to think she wanted someone else. Although she was stronger than she'd been a year ago, he was her weakness. He'd been relieved that remained the same after she'd changed everything else. She'd put on weight, changed her hair color and even changed her accent a bit. Her metamorphosis from the day James died until today was awe inspiring even if she didn't see it. He did. James had cost both of them a year of their lives and had caused Caitlin to become someone totally foreign. He'd always known he'd find her again, she'd hidden herself from him for a few months, but she felt what they had. He knew she did.

They would be together.

He would make things perfect between them. He blinked remembering the first time he'd woken up next to this version of Caitlin. It was the day after the one year anniversary of when James left her to Chris. It was the best going away present James could have ever given him. He'd been upset when James died, he had, but he wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to be in Caitlin.

He'd run his hand down her abdomen in between her legs and began circling before he even opened his eyes. Then when he did open his eyes it took a few minutes to remember this was Caitlin. They'd had enough to drink he could shake it off to being hung over, but it sent a shockwave of fear through him for a second.

Her blonde hair covered her face and she lay on her side, but lifting her leg to give him access to her. He was in her now. He was where he planned to stay. She'd thought she'd eradicated him by moving, but he wasn't that easy to get rid of. Love is a funny thing. It's all consuming and she'd been all he thought about for the past few months other than getting money and moving up here.

Planning.

Plotting.

Strategizing.

Making shit happen. That was his motto. He didn't let life live him, he lived life. He was making shit happen with Caitlin and in other new found areas of his life. Things were looking promising.

"Fuck," he whispered in her ear.

She groaned and shifted her hips around. It was his favorite sound in the entire universe, that groan. It was almost a sexy growl, but more breathy. He wanted her mouth on him. Pinching her nipple got the reaction he wanted when she gasped and looked over her shoulder. His lips devoured her.

He would do this every morning. He would fuck her lazily until he couldn't take it and then pound into her claiming everything she had.

The only thing that Chris hadn't anticipated was the guarded imperviousness about her now, as opposed to her old overly amiable personality. Her ass was grinding against him. His fingers found her clit. He pumped. She clenched.

"Oh," she yelled. "Fuck me!"

"C," he grunted at the same time.

She clenched him like he was going somewhere. He knew he never would.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear.

"That was the best way to wake up." Caitlin ran her hands over her breasts and clenched him one more time.

Chris pulled out and tried not to see red at her lack of vocalizing her love for him. He knew she loved him, but she refused to admit it. It was irritating to say the least. Pulling out he turned on his back and grabbed his phone to check the time. He sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed.

"Gotta run."

Caitlin's fingertips ran over his abs. "Where you going?"

"The gym. You should go," he commented as he stepped away from her hands and pulled his shorts up. He didn't look at her or say another word as he left her bedroom.

Love is a fickle thing. It can turn into something else altogether. He felt that pull to addiction with her. He was prone to addiction, like his daddy. It was like he needed her to breathe and since she left him he'd found other... addictions.

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That week Caitlin stewed over the way Chris left her bed on Sunday. They'd texted a few times over the week, but overall she was troubled. Troubled she allowed herself to fall back into Chris. That she wasn't happy enough with herself to be okay without him. Pissed that she loved he'd sought her out and knew her body so that she'd had an orgasm at least four days a week since he'd moved. Her legs tingled with the lack of sex this week. He'd missed their usual date night of Tuesday night without an explanation.

"Michelle, I need you!" Caitlin yelled from her office. She was cranky. She and Michelle had become fast friends in the few months Michelle had been working for the Congressman. Caitlin respected Michelle and her will to make it on her own. She also took no shit, from anyone.

Michelle walked in with a bouquet of electric blue hydrangea flowers. "There something you want to tell me?"

"Are those mine?" Caitlin hadn't expected flowers. Amusement played on her features as she opened the card. She read a phone number then looked at the typed words. "Sorry about this weekend. I hope this makes up for it."

"Makes up for what?" Michelle asked from the seat in front of Caitlin's desk.

Caitlin's eyes lifted from the card to meet her friend's. "Have you ever gotten caught up in something that you know you shouldn't, but it's just so damn fun?"

"All the time. Have fun while you can, but once it gets complicated, get out."

"It started complicated."

"Sounds like a story I'd like to hear." Michelle kicked her legs over the left arm of the leather chair.

"It's a long story for another time." She picked up the phone. "A time involving vast quantities of alcohol. Happy hour on me tonight?"

"Sounds great."

"Right now, I need to know everything about the proposed legislation on foreign relations." She pushed over a redwell folder to the edge of the desk toward Michelle.

"Ugh," Michelle groaned with a smile. She loved that Caitlin gave her real work.

As Michelle pulled the door shut, Caitlin dialed the number on the card.

That motherfucker, she thought.