I don't care what you think as long as it's about me

Caitlin dropped her eyes to his chest again, shock coloring her features. "Oh my gosh, Lochlann. Were you attached?"

The words poured out before she could stop them. Cat slapped her hand over her mouth immediately as though she could take it back. She held her other hand up in a sip motion. "I'm sorry, I understand. Number six." Her voice was muffled under her hands but her eyes were vibrant with concern.

He confirmed that he was officially hers exclusively and she should have been happier by this news the she felt. Instead she felt as if her emotions were colored by worry and dulled. She managed a smile regardless but it felt half hearted. She was glad that now they could try moving forward in this developing relationship. She hasn't liked the feeling that she was sharing a stage. Cat was very much a solo act.

She nodded. "Yes," she said without hesitation. "I don't very much care who you are friends with. What matters to me is that I only date someone who is only mine. And," she pleased on as if she were utterly comfortable with the following words but her cheeks betrayed her and flushed, "I only have sex with someone exclusively dedicated to me. It doesn't matter if you've slept with them before as long as you aren't now." She was trying to show that she understood that a lot of his friendships were muffled with sex. She was also making it clear, like she had two weeks before, that he could either have sex with anyone he wanted and get steppin our he could cut sex a others out and be with her.

Cat was actually far more flattered then she let on that he had chosen to try to make a commitment to her over all of the free sex that he seemed to have available to him.

Caitlin tried to shake off the dreaded she felt that Lochlann had potentially been attached or, less likely, had a bad accident, and move into the now. She reached out and took his unbandaged hand and tugged, trying to draw him into her.




ooc: XD was that your first yoga practice? (Cat copied her mom doing yoga because my son has copied me since he was two ;) )

"Complicated," she repeated in a murmurer, but the word was being thrown around by both of them enough in under ten minutes to describe him or his life that it was enough to break her tension and draw a faint smile.

Lochlann pulled her back in and she cuddled against him, settling in like she belong there. It was different this time then it had been before. She settled into him was ease and comfort, her whole demenour changed just in knowing that she wasn't in a lineup with other people. She was the One right now. That might not last forever, it might, they wouldn't know that for a long time, but in the moment, she was the only and that was what mattered to her. She wrapped her arms loosely around him, her fingers lacing together and resting on his hip as she settled where he placed her, understanding now that his left side was hurt.

She watched him touch his head again and she fleetingly thought about asking if 'regular medicine' could help ease the headache he said he didn't have but she suspected might be there. As he spoke, however, what pain his head might be suffering took a back seat for the moment. Surely a migraine wouldn't compare to the pain he must be in in his chest, his neck, and his hand.

"I think that you tell me the bad things because I pick at them. I see the good in you and I want to help you see it too. And some of it isn't fair. I know what you are, I understand what you are, and I... worry some. So when the bad things come, I want to know. Because could any of that bad affect me? Or could any of it keep me, us, safer?" She shrugged as much as she could have without letting go of him.

"But I want us to have a chance, I feel like we have a good chance, actually. So I'm going to try not to pick at the small stuff so much. Because I think you're right. So if you aren't in danger, from someone else or yourself, then I guess I can wait for that story." She pecked his cheek like a tiny, fleeting peace offering.


Caitlin couldn't help but giggle. She'd understood his meaning about sex not having to be on the table but his worry that she'd think literally instead of figuratively was too funny to ignore. More then the thought, she liked his stumbling attempt to correct himself.

"That would be a double Buddhasana," she told him. She reached up and took his hands from his face, careful of his injury, smiling. "And for the record, I can't even do that." She sobered some then, putting her arms back around him again.

"You're right. I don't feel pressure. And I'm not one to bend to someone elses will, so don't worry yourself thinking I will. I'd sooner throw a trash can at you," she smiled. "Lochlann, if I were weak willed enough to have sex with you just to please you then for one thing, I don't think you'd like me very much, and for another I wouldn't have been strong willed enough to say no other sex, would I?" She leaned up and kissed his chin.

"I'm not jumping right into bed with you because, frankly, we've shared a lot of fifty questions but we really don't know each other that well. But it isn't off the table in our future," she smiled mischievously, "literally or figuratively." She turned in his arms so that she was facing him better but still off center from his left and moved her arms from his waist to up and around his shoulders. Rising to tiptoes, she pressed a kiss without hesitation to his mouth. She'd missed that one kiss they'd shared before she'd said no more.

ooc: XD nice. I never took a class but a friend of mine in Germany was crazy into it. She could do all of those insane moves and she's actually where I learned about Tandem from. Her husband practiced with her. They were insane.

Caitlin almost grinned. "I wouldn't lie to you. There isn't actually a move to put your foot in your mouth. But you can put your feet behind your head and I figure if you can do that you could also put it in your mouth." She'd meant she couldn't do that yoga move. It seemed impossible to her. But she also wouldn't put her foot in her mouth if she could help it. The table thing...that might have been up for negotiation.



Lochlann's hands roamed over her back while she kissed him and sent chills up her spine. She shivered. Just being touched seemed so intimate because she wasn't a very casual toucher. She savored the feel of his hands touching her back. She pushed the kiss forward, sliding her tongue against his lip and tightened her arms around his waist, pressing the line of her body against his.

She broke this kiss before too long, never allowing her hands to roam because she knew this wasn't moving further then this kiss right now, but savoring everywhere his fingers touched her. She she stopped kissing him, she nuzzled her face against his throat lightly, conscious of his wounds, even though she wasn't sure where they were on his neck it was clearly below the collar of his shirt.

"I got out my disney movies," she said playfully.

He pulled her closer and her heart trimmed with the movement. Caitlin hummed her pleasure softly, a sweet, very quiet sound down in her chest. She liked this sense of belonging very much.

Lochlann grinned and she turned the smile, giving him one more gently squeeze before withdrawing from his hold, her fingers trailing down his arm to take his hand. "We will start with beauty and the Beast, of course,"she said decisively with a nod.

Caitlin was moving on from their small disagreement as though it never occurred. She was like that by nature, easy to forgive, easy to let go, and easy to move on. In Tues way she was a very easy person to get along with.

Grasping his hand, she pulled him back to the sofa, this time leading him to sit with her, lifting the remote and turning on the small television. "Do you want popcorn or something else?" She asked him.

"I didn't bring a notebook, so I hope I don't have to take notes," he grinned at her. "I'm ready to learn why you love them. Teach me."[/QUOTE]

"Well, first, Disney got Beauty and the Beast all wrong. I mean they usually mess up the endings which are sad to make it happy for obvious reasons, but the original take already had a happy ending so there wasn't a real reason to change it besides creative liberty." She shrugged. "All the be same is my favorite fairy tale but also my favorite movie, despite its differences."

He say very close and she reached over and retrieved their forgotten coffee. Here's was half finished. "Good call on the ice," Cat said as she handed him his. She let go of his hand and scooted closer to close the gap between them, more then happy to sit hip to go, thigh to thigh.

"So in the original story they're roles are reversed. Belle is shallow and while beast is a monster he cares for her from the start. Disney, though, needs a heroine princess so Belle is naturally perfect." She picked up a bulky remote to work the old VCR and clicked play.

"Ask away," she smiled up at him. "That way I know you aren't sleeping through my kid movies." Cat nudged him gently to convey she was playing.