'What are you doing Catherine... Riley's not down there.' She blinked hard, her eyes not seeming to see anything for a moment, then she glanced down at his button and at her hands, her large eyes staring up at him for a moment .. why wasn't he letting her help him?
'He's in here, he's right here, I'm right here and no one wants to be here with me..' She regarded him for a moment then looked away. Her fingers almost nervously playing with his belt for a second.
'So you want me to call you Riley again?' She said blushing slightly and looking down rather hard at his stomach.
'you asked what I wanted.. I want you to be in love with me.. I want to stop being alone, I want people to stop using me.' She wasn't trying to use him she thought quite upset over the idea, she just wanted to help him and as usual she was messing things up. Love ... it was such a big word, it had such a complex meaning, she liked Riley ... but she didn't know if she loved him, there was such a big difference. Perhaps she should just tell him she loved him if it would help, but she thought he'd be able to tell.
'I don't know what you would call this.. because if it doesn't involve love.. then it's not right to call this making love, or love making.. or loving each other.' Her eyes found his again.
'I'd call it helping you, you don't have to love someone to sleep with them.' She couldn't fathom what he was talking about, if you liked someone, found them attractive what was the problem with sleeping with them? All her freinds did it, wasn't it just the same thing sex, sleeping with somone and making love?
'if you don't love me then this.. what ever you're trying to do, it won't work. If you don't love me, there's no emotion, if there's no emotion, there's no emotional stimulus.. please don't do this to me.. not if you don't love me.' She let go of the buckle of his belt ... what was she doing wrong? She'd had men try to sleep with her before, why was Riley rejecting her? It hurt, she wasn't sure why but it did.
'I love you enough to give up everything I believe in Catherine.'
'I have given up everything.' She said, glancing away, she'd given up her new life, her friends, her freedom, her free will, everything that meant anything to her to come here and live in a cell four squares wide.
She felt him take hold of her hands and lift them to his broad shoulders, her slender fingers could feel his bunched muscles though his t-shirt. He pulled her agaisnt him, her chest resting against him, she felt her cheks flush red and she swallowed nervously, still trying to avoid his gaze untill his eyes caught hers. It wasn't fair ... his eyes seemed to see right though her, it wasn't right that she didn't have anywhere to hide ... why was he holding her like this. She wanted to pull away to put some distance between her and him yet at the same time she didn't think her legs would support her if she tried to do so, she felt a shiver run down her back as he shifted his position under her, wishing that her combat suit didn't hug her every curve.
His knees pressed against her back, her large, dark eyes staring into his as his hand touched her cheek, sliding down to rest on her neck just below her ear. Her heart was pounding against his chest her hands gripping his shoulders rather hard, his other hand wandering down to her hip, her skin twitched at the feeling. Her eyes widened slightly as he leaned in to kiss her, his lips brushsing against hers lightly. Her stomach flipped over at the sensation his lips breaking away from hers for a moment. His kiss was so different to the other ones she'd been given ... no she didn't think now that anyone had ever given her a kiss, they had taken one from her. Her soft lips trembled slightly as he pressed his own against hers again. She just knelt for a moment and let him kiss her, hoping he wouldn't pull away as quickly as last time.
She suddenly realised he'd be expecting some return of affection, she was convinced she was useless at kissing and she didn't know what to do now, she wasn't used to this type of kissing. She nervously pressed her own lips back against his not quite knowing what his reaction would be.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
Just like when he'd try and kiss Claire, there was no response, he half expected her to pull away any moment now, but the moments passed and then he felt the one thing that no one has ever done for him.. return a kiss. The feeling that shot through him caused all his excited muscles to twitch, his left hand moving from her hip and his fingers reaching for her other cheek as he slowly and very gently pulled away. Both his thumbs stroked gently over her cheeks as he slowed his breathing that had quickened from the surprise of her returning his affection. The fingers of his right hand tenderly traced over her lips as he slowly shook his head, remembering what she had said before...'you don't have to love someone to sleep with them'
"It's different Catherine.. to do something out of want and to do the same thing out of love.. it feels different.. To give a kiss and have it returned.. to hold a hand and have them hold you back, to wrap your arms around them and to have them lean against you.." His eyes watched his fingers gently trace across her cheek, moving away from her lips and stroking back some of her hair.
"There are things I don't know Catherine.. things that I misunderstand.. when you say sleep together, I think you mean for us to.. sleep together, for you fall asleep in my arms, for me to wake up and you'll still be there.. holding me.. letting me hold you." His fingers travelled down from her neck, across her shoulders and down to her hips, resting them lightly upon her slender form as his eyes seem to admire hers quietly as he spoke softly.
"You make it sound as if you need to go to extreme efforts to stir an emotion within me.. you don't.. just sitting here with me.. just letting me hold you.. no one's let me hold them like this.. no one's kissed me back before." His posture straighten slightly as he once again leaned forward, letting his lips hover close to hers.
"You want to help me.. and you'd give a apart of yourself to me, you'd let me inside of you just so you could help me.. you'd let me be one with you.. But if I let you Catherine.. no matter how I feel, no matter what I would like.. if I let you.. then I'd be the one using you. Because I'd love you enough to want to give myself to you.. but if you don't love me.. then it's not fair on you, it won't be right Catherine.. it'll be empty.. I mean really love me, if you don't allow me to court you and show you what love is to me.. what love can feel like.. let me Catherine.. let me be yours.. let me show you.. let me try.. before you give up something so special that you can never get back.." At first his lips lightly touched hers as he talked since he was so close to her, but slowly he pulled only slightly away. Back in his hometown, being this close would automatically mean that they where courting.. no doubt.. but Riley still wasn't sure what intentions Catherine had. He wanted to try though, he wanted to try and prove he was worthy to be hers, he'd try so hard if she gave him a chance.
"You don't have to say yes now.. you can wait until I get you out of here, I'd court you properly Catherine.. I promise, I'll take you out, I'll get you flowers, I'll write you letters, I'll take you out to dinner, some where were we can.. I'll learn how to dance.. I don't know how to, but I'll learn and then I'll dance with you. I know I'm not very good at these things.. but I'll try.. give me a chance Catherine and I'll try for you." His right hand once again stroked against her cheek as he smiled faintly, though his head lowered for a moment as if he thought there was a chance she would say no, but he raised his hand to her cheek, resting his palm against it as he leaned his forehead softly against her own .
"If you've given up everything.. then you've nothing left to lose, let me try and give you something back, let me try and give you something that will only be yours, let me give you everything. My love, my arms, my kisses, my body, my heart, my life, my family.. everything.." his lips gently touching hers for a moment before he spoke again in a whisper.
"Let me share it all with you." His hands once again rested lightly on her hips, his knees remaining behind her in an effort to support her back. His arms wrapped affectionately around her once again as he waited for her response, this kind of affection, the fact she was returning his kiss, the fact she was sitting with him.. sitting in his arms, all this would normally mean that she was accepting his attempts of courting her. But Catherine was so hard to understand, that part of him was worried that she'd reject him.. that she only wanted to 'help' him and had no interest in him at all.. but she returned his kiss.. she was the first girl to ever kiss him.. the first to ever sit like this with him.. she was already the first for him in a few different ways..
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
Catherine felt his fingers stroke over the soft skin of her face as he broke his lips from hers. 'There are things I don't know Catherine.. things that I misunderstand.. when you say sleep together, I think you mean for us to.. sleep together, for you fall asleep in my arms, for me to wake up and you'll still be there.. holding me.. letting me hold you.' The pressure of her hands on his shoulders had increased slightly, her fingers able to feel his smooth skin through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, her body was trying to tell her something, her body desired Riley ... but did her mind. She didn't know what to think, she was used to being told what men to date and she hadn't encountered a situation yet where she had to make a descision for herself, she didn't know what to make of this now. How did you know? how did you tell if you loved someone? Wern't want and love the same thing and if not how did you tell them apart?
'no one's let me hold them like this.. no one's kissed me back before.' She felt a shiver run though her as his lips hovered just above hers, was he going to kiss her again, she could feel her own lips drifting slightly closer to his.
'it won't be right Catherine.. it'll be empty.. I mean really love me, if you don't allow me to court you and show you what love is to me.. what love can feel like.. let me Catherine.. let me be yours.. let me show you.. let me try.. before you give up something so special that you can never get back.' She blinked twice, trying to get her head around what he was trying to tell her, but it was something she'd have to discover for herself. She felt his lips brushing hers as he spoke but then he pulled back, leaving her eagre for their return.
'You don't have to say yes now.. you can wait until I get you out of here, I'd court you properly Catherine.. I promise, I'll take you out, I'll get you flowers, I'll write you letters, I'll take you out to dinner, some where were we can.. I'll learn how to dance.. I don't know how to, but I'll learn and then I'll dance with you. I know I'm not very good at these things.. but I'll try.. give me a chance Catherine and I'll try for you.' She couldn't help a small smile creeping over her face ... he made it sound like films she'd seen where the hero gives the heroine flowers and chocolates. Jon never did any of those things with Bekki, but Nine was always getting bunches of red roses from men who'd seen her in the club where she danced.
'If you've given up everything.. then you've nothing left to lose, let me try and give you something back, let me try and give you something that will only be yours, let me give you everything. My love, my arms, my kisses, my body, my heart, my life, my family.. everything.' Family? she'd get his family? that alone was alluring for Catherine, did that mean she got to share his parents, something she craved? She wondered for a second if he was trying to buy her, offering her things he knew she must desire. She glanced up into his face quickly then looked away.
'I don't know ...' She went quiet for a moment then continued. 'How do I tell if I love you.' She determindley didn't look at his face as she spoke.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
It was a rather surprising question for Riley to be asked, how does anyone know they are in love, and when you think you are, how do you explaine it? Riley frowned slightly in thought as he pondered how to explaine or say what she was asking him to reveal to her.. but only one thing came to him mind..
"You'll know." His voice seemed assured of this, his left hand gently reached for her left cheek, his fingers lightly guiding her face towards his eyes, bringing her eyes back to him.
"Maybe not at first.. but you'll find out, everyone's different Catherine, everyone sees things in different ways.. I can't tell you what you want to know.. but I can help you discover the answer.. if you let me try." His voice had grown soft as he offered his help, once again asking her to allow him to court her.. to be hers.. Just the thought of such a thing caused him to lean forward, pressing against her lips affectionatly with each innocent, yet longing kiss that screamed for her to return his affections..
There was nothing in here he could do really, the Initiative wasn't really the place to start a relationship, especially when one of them was a captive and the other.. although technically a captive as well, her captor.. But he'd make it all up to her once they got out, if she'd take him with her, he'd make everything alright.. he'd make up to her all his failures that she had suffered as a result of his inability to fight.. To fight Angelus, to fight the drugs, to fight Joan.. to fight Marc.. he'd make it all up to her.. he just needed her to give him a chance..
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
Her lips were quicker this time in returning his affections, there was an innocent whole heartedness in the way she kissed. Her hands moved from his shoulders to slip around the back of his neck, shifting her position a little so she pressed closer against him. Her kisses faltered as she realised for the first time that this could go nowhere even if she wanted it to, he'd have to play the part of Marc untill they were free from the initiative, if not, if they realised Riley was back (she felt a small shiver run down her spine at the thought) they'd turn him back into Marc and this time she might not be able to get him back.
'Maybe not at first.. but you'll find out, everyone's different Catherine, everyone sees things in different ways.. I can't tell you what you want to know.. but I can help you discover the answer.. if you let me try.' She broke their lips apart so she could answer him.
'What d'ya mean? How can you help?' She said, her hands still wrapped around his neck, her lips hovering just inches from his. She could see the different colours in his hazel eyes from here, she was sure he could see straight through her. One second she could see her reflection in the dark pupils of his eyes the next she couldn't see anything.
'Riley, you still there?' She said rather stupidly since her body was still pressed agaisnt his, now she pushed herself harder against him, reassuring herself that she wasn't alone. She didn't like the dark much. 'Why have the lights gone out?' That was the problem being underground, there was no light from any windows, she'd never liked the dark since she was little and even less after she was attacked. She imagined hands reaching out and grabbing hold of her, dragging her from Riley's arms.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..'What d'ya mean? How can you help?' He smiled, the warmth of her lips still lingering on his own, he was about to answer, about to say he'd help simply be staying at her side until she knew.. being loyal to her only.. being only hers until she understood what she wanted.. But the lights flickered out, and although his eyes peered towards the door, he wasn't sure that Joan would shut off the lights moments before she entered.. However he looked back towards where he knew Catherine was as her voice cut through the darkness, a tone within her question causing Riley to become aware of her discomfort with the dark or what might happen next.
'Riley, you still there?' There was a struggle inside Riley's mind for a moment.. was she calling for her Riley again, after all this was she still thinking he wasn't Riley.. or was she just asking because of her dislike towards the dark and that she couldn't see his face anymore. Her body pressed more firmly against him after she asked, he's never had anyone this close before, and his arms and hovered to his side as she moved about, not wanting them to get in her way.
'Why have the lights gone out?' His arms protectively crossed around her back, his hands balled up lightly into fists as he held her. If anyone walked in, he'd have to let her go.. if anyone walked in.. he'd have to pretend to hate her again.. could he do that? Could he even fake feeling such a terrible way towards her ..especially after this..
The fear of being forced to lose her yet again, like so many times before, threw the agent into silence as he thought of such thing, trying to calm the anxiety building up inside of him suddenly. Part of him was nervous that people would storm in and stab needles in him until he wouldn’t remember a thing and became just another puppet again. But Catherine's presence within his secure arms pulled him from his worries, it was hard to be afraid or upset with the unfamiliar feeling flowing through him as Catherine held onto him. With a gentle comforting kiss lightly being placed upon Catherine's lips, as if he could still see her as clearly as he had when the lights where on, pulling away slowly, Riley then spoke in a quiet voice.
"Maybe it's light's out.. I was told to get some rest, or maybe there's a problem with the generators or power in this area.. I'm not sure.. I.. I don't.. remember if this has happened before.." His voice grew even more quiet as he spoke about his hazy memory, still upset over it and even more now if Catherine was going to start saying he wasn't Riley because he couldn't remember about the regular events of the Initiative. It felt strange, to breath and have his chest press so firmly against her own as she clung to him, closing his eyes, his head leaning forward and gently resting against the side of hers as he held her close, his voice taking on a more tender tone as he continued speaking.
"I'll always be here for you Catherine, even if we're not together.. even if you don't know where I am.. I'll be worrying over you.. I'll be thinking about you.. I'll be doing my best to get back to your side. And until you decide, until you are able to say your hearts really not in it, I'll be yours.. I'll be waiting.. I'll be waiting for you until you're ready to answer.. I promise." He was getting so tired, and he'd have to leave within the hour for his assignment, he didn't want to let go of her, he didn't want to have to leave her.. he was afraid as soon as he let go she'd never let him hold her like this again..
"I'll have to get ready soon.." His tone sounded down hearted, as if he already missed holding her, it was weird, she was the closest anyone has ever been to him, yet he still felt she was so far away.. there was no way she could be any closer to him, he didn't understand what he wanted.. all he knew was that he'd have to be patient with her while she figures out her feelings.. and he didn't care how long he had to wait.. His right hand left her back, placing it on the side of his bed as his weight shifts, but this time his whole body being forced slowly to his feet as his left arm kept Catherine safely cuddled against him. His right hand quickly appeared under her upper right thigh to help hold her up against him, his left mimicking his right, soon his fingers linking together underneath her to form a seat for her to sit upon comfortably.
Taking a step towards his desk, Riley's right hand slipped from under her and flipped open the lap top, hitting the enter button and watching it turn on, getting the power from its rechargeable battery. After fiddling with the colour display, he made the screen go a bright white, although not the best source of light, it dimly lit the two when they stood in front of it. Once done, his hand returned to supporting her weight, he gave a smile as her features once again where faintly seen, a ghostly silver hue glowing on her skin from the white light. She was almost level with his eyes from the way he was holding her, part of him didn't want to let her go.. ever.. he never wanted to let her go.. But he knew he had to.. he knew he'd have to escort her back to the cells, he didn't even understand why the lights where out, he wasn't even sure what time it was..
"Catherine.. this feels strange for me.. am I hurting yo-" He began, the uncertainty in his eyes seen as he glanced from her left eye to her right eye a few times, as if hoping he could find an answer in them. But before he finished, he closed his eyes, his breathing growing slightly quicker, leaning forward, his lips pressing against her more passionately then he had been doing before. His hands kept their tenderness about them even as they pulled her more firmly against his body, which instinctively pressed against her in response to the physical stimulus. But Riley's mind didn't understand what his body was trying to tell him, he didn't pay attention to the difference in how he held her or the desire his body longed for yet his heart refused to give into for so long.
"If I'm ever hurting you.. holding you too tightly, doing something you don't like, or there's something I'm not doing and you'd like me to do it.. will you tell me? If you have something you want to say.. tell me.. anything you'll ask of me.. I'll do it. Don't keep it inside, I can't change, I can't grow if I don't know, and if you find your hearts not in it, please don't try and fake what you don't feel.. Because that'll end up hurting you, you won't be happy being with someone if you don't love them, I don't want to hurt you.. I don't ever want to hurt you.." The innocence in his voice loud and clear as it signaled he had no intentions of going down the road his previous actions would normally lead to. When he pulled away to talk, he had stopped pressing her lower body so firmly against him, as if his body and his mind where thinking two different things.
"Can we eat together when I get back? Please eat with me, I haven't eaten since yesterday morning, and you haven't eaten well either.. we could both use a meal.. I won't be able to eat if I know you're going hungry.." His foot gently pulled out his study desk chair, taking a seat on it, she had already agreed to leave the cell with him, so he hit one of the keys on his lap top with his right hand as his left hand remained wrapped around her. While his fingers quickly ran over the key's, opening the internal messaging system, he kept his eyes focused on Catherine's chocolate brown gaze the entire time. His fingers where quickly running over the keys and typing up a short message;
Annie,
Exchange Agent from Washington arriving in 2 and 1/2 hours
She's a new recruit, may you please obtain a size 'S' uniform
to be ready for pick up when I return around lunch.
Thank you.
The only time he looked away from Catherine was when he had finished writing 'thank you', he had started to write Riley, and then deleted it.. although his finger hovered over 'M' he decided to skip his name all together.. tapping the send button and allowing his hand to rest on Catherine's shoulder. The chair slowly turned a little left and then slowly a little right as he waited for her response to his invitation to eat with her.. she had said she wasn't interested in feeding, he really wanted her to change her mind on that. It's like he hadn't even noticed what he had done just before while holding her...
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
She felt him stand up, her arms wrapping around his broad neck as he did so, expecting him to put her down. Cat cuddled slightly closer to him ... she'd never really experienced anything like this before, she found herself quite glad it was dark so he couldn't see her blushing as he used his hands to support her body, he stepped over to the desk with her. She blinked as the light from the laptop shone out, though it wasn't very bright it seemed so to her. His face was half in flickering shadow, part in relife in the white light.
'Catherine.. this feels strange for me.. am I hurting yo-' She shook her head, she didn't seem able to find anywords, a section of her long hair fell from behind her ear, half obscuring her face. His eyes were so dark in this light, his gaze so intense, she could see his eyes moving over her face. Her arms closed instinctivley closer about his neck, her heart racing in her chest. If this was wrong then why did it feel so right?
His lips pressed passionatley against hers, feeling a wonderful tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, if he wasn't going to sleep with her why was he kissing her like this ... none of it made any sense. But she wasn't about to stop now to try and puzzle it all out. She felt him pull her slight frame harder aginst him, if she'd have had the courage, if she'd been Nina she'd have wrapped her legs around him.
'Because that'll end up hurting you, you won't be happy being with someone if you don't love them, I don't want to hurt you.. I don't ever want to hurt you.' He wasn't hurting her ... she wanted to be so close to him that you couldn't fit the tip of a knife between them. She wondered for a moment if she should just tell him she loved him, he might sleep with her then. It wasn't fair he was doing this to her, why was he doing this to her. She could feel heat radiating from the lower half of her body, his touch seemed to scorch into her skin. His touch seemed to loosen, so he wasn't holding her so close to him anymore. She looked into his face her eyes confused, one of her hands slipping from around his neck to rest almost shaking fingers on his cheek. What was he doing?
'Can we eat together when I get back? Please eat with me, I haven't eaten since yesterday morning, and you haven't eaten well either.. we could both use a meal.. I won't be able to eat if I know you're going hungry...' She nodded dumbly, not really paying attention to what he was saying, more focused on his lips ... would he mind her kissing him. Her eyes left his as she shifted her body a little closer to him on the chair, her hands slipping to behind his head. Her heart pounding as if it were about to explode in her chest. She'd never initiated a kiss before, but she wanted to kiss Riley again, she wanted him to kiss her like he had done before. She didn't actually remember leaning in towards him, her dark eyes only an inch from his but she felt her lips touch his, knew she must have done so. She wanted him in a way she'd never wanted any other man before ... but did that qualify as love?
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
As he waited for her reply to his invitation, he remembered the ghostly touch of her fingers upon his cheek, no one has ever placed their hand like that on them.. He only paid half attention to the slightly nod of Catherine's head, and although this pleased him, the fact she had shifted even closer to him, her arms wrapping around his neck.. her body leaning forward without any encouragment on his part... it left him silently waiting.. Her lips lightly touched his.. an image of Joan forcing him to kiss her after he had been drugged, he was angry with that, he hated it, it felt wrong and she had no right.. But when Catherine did it.. everything felt different, he felt different.. he had instantly returned her kiss as soon as her lips brushed against his.
He enjoyed this.. the feel of her body pressed against his, the warmth of her lips kissing him, no one's ever done this before, not with him.. not like this.. never.. Again his actions became more passionate, his kisses more eager, his hands pulling their lower bodies more firmly against each other as he leaned forward slightly, his lips keenly wanting more then what they where getting. But suddenly there was an almost shocked muffled sound from him as he pulled away, his eyes locked on hers as he realized what he had been doing for the first time. His breathing was almost panicked, but there was something about her eyes that told him he hadn't offended her.. that this is something she would like.. that she wanted him to continue.. She kissed him.. did she understand that she had began courting him.. did she understand this was courting.. wasn't it? He wasn't sure anymore, not since he met Joan.. but for him.. this was serious.. this was very serious.. if he wasn't dating her then this wasn't correct.. but felt.. it felt.... amazing... he didn't want it to stop..
They where still dressed.. it wasn't like they where doing something terrible.. was this is what Catherine understood as love? He had wanted her to help him understand what she thought it was.. she shows him her world of love, he'll show her his.. wasn't that what love was about? Sharing.. sharing everything each other has.. no matter what it is.. their bodies, their lives, their families.. everything.. anything..
His breathing slowed, his thoughtful eyes not once looking away from her as he yet again leaned forward, his right hand slipping away from her and his finger tips gently touching her cheek as his lips once again find their place upon her lips. His kisses slow and tender as hand slowly pulled away, his gaze watched Catherine carefully as his hands once again returned to their former place. Riley's lips remained partly opened for a moment as he pulled her against him, he tried to kiss her, but his lips barely moved, his warmth breath gently stroking against her lips.
Closing his eyes, Riley's upper body leaned forward as he kissed her, before slowly leaning backwards, his back resting against the chair which tilted slightly back as well. Everything was alive inside of him, he felt as if he had a burst of energy that he hadn't had earlier. The chair rolled an inch, Riley's hand snapping out and grabbing hold of the desk with out even pulling his lips away from hers. His hand moving away from the warmth of Catherine's body and pulling at one of the few handles hidden under the seat, with a simple flick of the lever, the chair was locked in place, it couldn't even twist around any more. Once this was done, both of his hands returned to holding her, but while his left hand was longingly holding her lower body firmly against his, his right hand tenderly rested on the back of her head. Again the passion in his kisses grew as he leaned forward, his right arm slowly travelling down, his finger tips stroking lightly over her smooth hair and then down the remainder of her lower spine until once again using both his hands to hold her close to him.
He's never done this before.. does she know that? Does she remember, or did she even understand what he was trying to tell her? Was her doing this meaning they where a couple now, or was she just doing this because she knew he loved her and she was simply doing what Joan does and taking the opertunity that had shown itself.. Why was he doubting this all of a sudden? 'you don't have to love someone to sleep with them.' ... 'I call it helping you.' His hands moved away from her for a moment.. what if she was doing this because she was trying to do it earlier, what if she was still trying to 'help' him, what if she didn't feel anything? What if she was letting him.. even though she didn't care.. and once she had helped him.. she'd leave him.. leave him all alone again.. He wanted to complain, he wanted to tell her to stop, that he didn't want her 'help'.. but when he pulled his lips away to speak, he just stared at her eyes, his hands slowly leaving their place and the tips of his fingers resting agaisnt her cheeks. His fingers brushed against her skin, his palms soon moving lightly across her smooth skin as his fingers tenderly curled around the back of her neck, just under her ears, his thumbs stroking her cheeks softly.
'I don't like Riley that way, you can have him!' ... 'Riley? ... a dear friend? ... I don't think so ... I don't really like the old Riley much.' ... 'I don't care for or need your good opinion Riley, it makes no difference to me what you think ... but I sat here with you and promised you that I'd get you back.' .' ... 'But you are Riley and I will do anything to get you to remember who you are.' ... 'I like Riley.. I want him back.' ... 'I can bring you back, I know I can ... let me try.' ... '..she said emotional stimulus could bring you back.'
She wouldn't still be.. still be trying to stimulate him, would she? Not after all this.. not after she's made him feel this way.. it's not fair if she's still 'helping', he doesn't want her help.. but he doesn't want her to let go of him.. He didn't know what to do.. he didn't understand why everything had to be so complicated.. why couldn't he just give her what she wanted and what obviously his body was longing for.. why not? ..Why.. why did he always have to be the odd one out in everything.. he could see in her eyes she wanted this.. feel it in her bodies movement, he could feel it was what he wanted.. he always wanted to be able to hold someone like this.. so what was wrong? She wanted him.. he wanted her.. he loved her.. or, not loved, but really really liked.. he could love her.. he felt as if he was in love with her.. but did she even care about him? She never answered any of his questions.. expect for an 'I don't know', and that wasn't an answer at all.
He wanted to push aside those thoughts, he wanted to keep holding her.. he wanted her not to be angry at him because of some silly thing he believed that she couldn't even seem to understand.. He gently gave her a soft kiss on her lips, allowing them to linger then for a long moment, but he couldn't look at her any more. When he pulled away, his eyes remained unfocused, absent-mindedly staring at how she was sitting on him. His hands slowly dropped down, resting lightly on her thighs, his gaze soon slowly lifting to meet up with hers again, the palm of his right hand gently resting against her cheek again as he spoke.
"I'm Riley Catherine.. this is who I am.. how I act, what I'm like.. I just can't remember things.. but this is who I am.. I've never felt like this though.. You make me say things that I've never said before, you've make me.. do things I've never done.. you.. you make me wants things I never knew I wanted this much.." If she was curious to know what things he's wanted, he answered that with a tender yet loving kiss on her lips before he continued.
"..But Catherine I'm... I'm.." He frowned slightly as he quickly looked away from her lips where his eyes had just fallen and focused on her eyes again, but what he intended to say about not being ready to move any further wasn't what managed to slip out of his lips.
"..I'm in love with you." All the worries and self doubt he had just been suffering where forgotten for the moment as his hand that rested upon the side of her delicate face gently pulled her towards his lips. His fingers quickly stroked aside some of the loose hair that had strayed from behind her ear, tucking it back away as he closed his eyes and slowly let his hand moved back down her body to where it was earlier. As his hands wrap around her slender figure, her body firmly pressing against him, his lips parting slightly as she pressed against him. He's never felt this before, his eyes opened, staring at Catherine, his lips only lightly brushing against hers as if he was waiting for something.. waiting for her to do something.. He was afraid.. he's never felt like this before and what if he hurt her.. what if he held her too tightly and bruised her.. what if he was leading her on, he did tell her this wasn't what he wanted.. but.. he didn't know that he actually wanted this.. well.. he wanted this.. he wanted to hold her, to feel her against him like this.. but.. but what if he did something wrong.. or if she tried to go further then he was ready to go right now? He didn't want to hurt her body.. but he also didn't want to hurt her feelings.. should he just go along with what ever happens? Or should he keep his stand that he wasn't ready to go any further then this? Would she force herself on him like Joan intended to do? Would he be upset if she did.. he somehow didn't think he would be.. at least not right away.. His slightly parted lips gently touched hers once again, his shallow, quiet breathing warmly stroking against her skin as he kept his lips closely against her skin.
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
She felt him eagrey return her kisses, his hands and arms pulling her lower body against his, she felt a shiver run though her slender form. Cat heard him suddenly call out and pull away from her ... did he not want this afterall? ... had she done something wrong? Her eyes met his for a few seconds before she looked away ... maybe he didn't want her ... maybe he'd realised he didn't like her afterall. Her dark pupils flicked back to his face, he was breathing fast ... did he not think this was right? It felt right to her, so very right, maybe he just didn't want her to kiss him like she had?
His hand slipped from her body, lifting to her cheek, leaning back in, pressing his lips against hers again, she could feel his breath against her lips, on her face. She felt the chair roll back lightly, her hands instinctivley closing tighter around his neck but he caught the edge of the desk, his hand moved under the chair, locking it in place. His hands moved to her lower back again, pulling her against him, she knew he must desire her ... she couldn't help knowing it if he pulled her against him like this.
Her lips left his as he pulled away again, his hands on her cheeks, his fingers soft.
'I'm Riley Catherine.. this is who I am.. how I act, what I'm like.. I just can't remember things.. but this is who I am.. I've never felt like this though.. You make me say things that I've never said before, you've make me.. do things I've never done.. you.. you make me wants things I never knew I wanted this much..' She could feel his large hands on her thighs, the warmth of his touch spread through her legs.
'..I'm in love with you.' Those words again, her own eyes lifted to his, feeling him brush a stray strand of hair away behind her delicate ears. How did she know ... how did she know if she loved him? Could she love someone who'd tried to shoot her such a short space of time ago, could she even dare to let herself knowing that Marc might come back, or that she might never get out of this base. She felt his lips return to hers, then press more firmly against hers, she still quite clumsily returned the sign of affection, her eyes closing gently for a moment. She pulled away gently when she opened them again, her eyes looking serachingly into his.
'Riley ... help me.' She whispered, the flickering light of the laptop throwing her face into gentle relife, half her face dark shadows the other soft silver curves. 'Don't make me feel like this if your not going to do anything about it.' She appealed, dropping her head to his broad chest, she felt like she'd explode if he carried on kissing her like that, it was scaring her in a nice kind of way. She should have pulled away but she couldn't, she didn't want to leave his arms, this might be the only time he'd ever hold her like this ... Marc might come back. Her breath was coming rather shakily from between her lips, her hands around his neck trembling slightly. She'd never wanted a man before but now she did and he didn't seem to want her ... not in the sense her body was clamouring for him anyway, not untill she'd told him she loved him.
Cat understood he didn't want to sleep with her at the moment, but she couldn't understand why ... if you liked someone what was so wrong in sharing phsyical intimacy with them, it was just another way of telling someone you liked them. She slipped her hands from around his neck, pressing them against his chest along with her forehead
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
With Catherine pulling away from him, Riley's eyes had opened, had he hurt her? Why was she looking at him like that? ..Had he done something wrong..? He glanced with slight worry held wthin the depths of his eyes as he looked from one of her eyes to the other.
'Riley ... help me.' But he was going to help her.. he was going to try and get away from here by tomorrow, that's what her uniform really was for, and Graham was getting her registration tags to help blend her in. He was about to assure her he'd get her away from here, but when she spoke next, he realized that wasn't what she was pleaing him for..
'Don't make me feel like this if your not going to do anything about it.' He watched as her head dropped, burrying itself gently into his broad chest, her breath warming his skin, the slight tremble in her hands felt on the back of his neck. He wasn't sure how to respond to that, her hands moved from his shoulders as she curled up against his chest, now he felt as if he's done something terrible to her.. he's hurt her.. he's hurt her just by showing her how much he loves her..
His arms lovingly held her, taking on a more comforting feel instead of their previous urges to have her close against him, his lips rested on the top of her head. He wish he understood all this, it was so confusing.. didn't she want to get to know him more.. didn't she want.. to.. what did she want? What did he expect her to want? Lightly stroking his cheek against her hair, his voice quiet as he closed his eyes and simply held her..
"...Stay with me tonight." His whisper was almost caught in his throat, he was going to leave for his assignment soon.. The uncertainty in his voice was obvious.. the anxiety.. but also a hidden tone of wanting.. he may not be really ready for this.. but.. how does he know when he is ready? If both his heart and body were wanting something.. didn't that mean he was ready for it?
"I'll have Spike moved somewhere safe.. so he's not alone, you won't have to worry about him, and Jon will hopefully be with Joan.. I'll ask her.." He pulled away from her, trying to catch her eyes as he talked, wanting to look at her while speaking..
"Just spend half a day with me Catherine.. spend half a day being my girlfriend.. and then decide if tonight you still feel this way.." His hand gently took hold of her own smaller ones, what was to say that once he left this room, she would just change her mind totally and be afraid of him again.
"Please tell me I can still kiss you after this.. that I can still hold you.. please don't say this was my only chance.. I'll do better.. I won't let you down again.. I promise.. just one more chance, when I get back..just spend some time with me.." His hands once again wrapped around her upper back as he leaned forward, but this time he hid his face down against her shoulder.
"I'm afraid I'll let you go and you'll never let me hold you again.. but I know I have to get dressed, I have to dress in the clothes that belong to a part of me that tried to.." He trailed off, obviously refurring to when Marc had pulled his weapon out on her, but after he went silent, his arms seemed to only hold her more protectivly..
"..I don't know if I have the strength left in me to do it.." But what was he referring to? Was he talking about the pain that would flow through him the instant her body was pulled from his arms.. Or did he mean about the pain of letting Catherine see him wearing Marcs clothes.. his new name tags.. almost becoming the monster that had tried to harm her..
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
'...Stay with me tonight.' Her hands closed slightly tighter upon the t-shirt he was wearing, scruntching up the material in her small palms. Why had he suddenly changed his mind? had she pressured him into this? Her head shifted, her lips resting on his chest, her eyes closed, he didn't sound over enthusiastic about the idea her eyes opened staring at his chest infront of her pupils.
'Just spend half a day with me Catherine.. spend half a day being my girlfriend.. and then decide if tonight you still feel this way.' She glanced up at him, did she even need to sleep with him anymore since he told her Riley was back ... he sounded like Riley ... he smelled like Riley. Would she feel the same later on? would she still want him tonight, her body ached to feel his touch at the moment. She shyly nodded into his front in response to his request.
'Please tell me I can still kiss you after this.. that I can still hold you.. please don't say this was my only chance.. I'll do better.. I won't let you down again.. I promise.. just one more chance, when I get back..just spend some time with me.'
Her head still pressed against his chest nodded again in response ... did this mean they were going out? if they were she knew it was only for a day, she smiled shyly as she glanced up at him.
'I haven't been out with anyone before.' She said looking away and not catching his eye, she blushed slightly, glad that it was dark in the room. She'd gone out with men before, she just hadn't liked anyone of them enough to consent to be their girlfriend.
'I don't know if I have the strength left in me to do it' She moved her arms, wrapping them around his waist, pulling herself a little closer to him, shifting her head to lay the side of it against his chest, her eyes closed.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
She was holding him again.. that's all he could think of, her arms around him, comforting him.. making it seem as if she actually cared.. But she had to care.. you couldn't kiss like that.. hold someone like that.. do what she had done to him without actually caring.. even if it wasn't love.. there was something, he just had to figure out how to show her he was worthy of her affections and devotion.
This felt odd.. he was about to go off and deal with a nest of insectoid demons that had began breeding in the sewer systems in center New York.. And yet all he could worry about was if this girl he held now would still hold him like this when he returned.. All he could think about was how she had made him feel.. what she had made him do.. made him want to do.. He was scared that his body felt so ready to give into what she had asked for.. but was he ready? Did he care any more? He didn't want to lose her.. not after coming so close.. what if he lost his chance of being with her? What if doing this was a way of her staying with him.. what if he did this and she just ignored him the next day.. or hated him.. he would have lost everything..
Time was slipping by so quickly.. they'd come for him soon, he still wasn't dressed, it felt like a part of him was getting torn away as he slowly pulled away. But his cheek remained lightly against her own, as if he didn't have the strength to move any further away, his eyes closed as he moved his lips to hers, lightly touching them together before slowly pulling further away. The palm of his right hand lovingly rested against her right cheek.. if risking everything he has gave him a chance of getting everything he's wanted... isn't it worth it? Isn't Catherine worth it? ..He thought so.. if it meant he'd be able to have this for the rest of his life.. he'd give up everything to get this.. to get her.
His arms wrapped tenderly around her once again as he leaned forward and stepped towards his bed, placing her carefully down so he could start getting ready. It took a great deal off effort to move away from her, to pull his arms free of the warmth of her slender body.. to overcome the fear that this'll be the last time he'll ever hold her.. He hovered in front of her for a moment before building the courage to turn away and head for the closet where his uniform hang. It was right at the end of his bed, hidden in the wall, pressing a switch opened the sliding door. His hand reaching in and pulling out a neatly hang uniform, withdrawing it from the coat hanger and a helmet, he then closed it and draped the army gear over the back of his chair.
After a moment of simply staring at the uniform, his helmet still held in his hands, Riley slowly turned his attention back to the wooden box he had dropped on the floor earlier. He let the helmet fall to the ground as he moved over and quickly gathered the items into the wooden box and lifted it up. Leaving it on the desk next to his laptop for the time being, Riley focused on getting changed, pulling off his shirt and quickly folding it and placing it at the end of his bed.
His fingers had finished undoing the belt that Catherine had began to undo earlier, pulling it from around his waist as he moved back to his uniform. As he began talking, he removed his jeans without even thinking about Catherine being in the same room..
"The only people that are really aware of you being here are Jon, Joan, Halliwell plus Graham, Forrest and myself, anyone that's seen you in the cell room where told you're an Agent and you're there for being a danger to yourself." Once had dropped his jeans neatly next to his shirt, Riley grabbed his army pants and slipped them on, his other hand soon weaving the belt into place around his waist and fastening it together.
"We've never locked up a human before, so people won't doubt that you're an Agent, however Graham's getting you special registration tags.." Just as his hand reached out for his green army patterned shirt, a buzz from the door signaled someone was wanting to come in. The red light went green as Riley hurriedly pulled his shirt over his head and called out for the person to enter. He snatched up a new set of dog tags from within the wooden box and put them around his neck as he turned to the door. He felt dirty in Marc’s tags.. he felt unclean and poisoned and.. and.. foul.. and.. unreal..
When the door opened, it wasn't Joan like Riley was fretting over, it was Graham, the darkly skinned agent entered right away, within his hands a neatly folded uniform. Graham stared at Riley's dog tags as if there was something wrong with them, Riley glanced uncomfortably down at them as his friends eyes lingered there for a moment longer then Riley felt was needed.
"Sorry man, I got the uniform, and her tags, I was with Annie so I thought I'd drop them by, we're to take 'Agent Hall' back to her cell, she's to be released into our custody when we return, talked it over with Halliwell already." Placing the new clothes into Riley’s arm, Graham then curled his fingers around Marc's tags that hang out of place about Riley's neck and tugged on them until the cord snapped.
"Don't bother with these, the Commander wants you to 'Go under cover' as an Agent called Riley Finn, my guess is, he hasn't told the rest of the compound about these reprogrammed agents. It's been so long since you've actually been out and about down here that the Commander wants Marc to think he looks similar to Riley, enough for others to confuse them. He wants you to make sure there's nothing out of the ordinary going on behind his back, he'll ask for a report tomorrow." The look in Graham's eyes told Riley that hopefully they wouldn't still be here and they'd be no chance to give him a report. Riley didn't really pay much attention as far as it seemed, he wasn't liking any of this.. he turned and moved over towards Catherine.
"I'm Riley pretending to be Marc who's pretending to be Riley.." He knelled down in front of Catherine, the displeasure in his voice easily heard, but as his friend asked if Riley was sure he wanted to risk getting so involved in all this, Riley simply placed the small uniform on Catherine's lap and looked up at her. He didn't care how deep he had to go, as long as he helped get her out, he'd prove he was someone who was worth having at her side even if it killed him.
With a faint smile, he then looked down at the new tags that Graham had gotten for her, his hands reaching for the back of her neck as he removed his old ones from her. The metal was warm, his eyes looking down and picking up her own personal tags, Graham wasn't sure what to call her so he just used her real name with #254005 underneath it. With these she'd be able to make it through the base until Joan, Jon or someone else realized they where missing. Quietly, Riley's fingers removed one of his tags and one of Catherine’s new ones, switching them about so they shared each other’s tags. Looking back up at her, his hands placing the tags around her neck as he leaned forward and gently kissed her lips.
"Ok.. turning around now.. blocking ears.. humming along to tune." Riley smiled slightly as his friend turned around and covered his ears, a soft humming coming from him as waited for Riley to be done. When Riley spoke to Catherine, his voice was quiet and calm, his hands soon resting over her smaller ones that he placed upon her uniform that sat on her lap.
"I never seem to do things the right way Catherine, no matter what I want or how hard I try, I always seem to ruin everything. I don't want that to happen with you, I want to do everything perfectly for you and I'm not sure how to because it's different here, the rules of dating I mean. But I don't want how I was raised, a part of my life I can't even remember, to ruin the chance of being with you.." His hands placed his tags around his neck, then gently taking hold of her hands again and placing them over his tags that hang over his heart.
"Until you tell me you're hearts not in this.. until you discover that this isn't what you want, I'm going to be yours.. you changed everything for me.. and I want you to know I'll never walk away from this, I'll never give up until I know that me being with you won't make you happy. Everyone's looking for their one Catherine.. but I'm not looking any more.. I found you." If Riley was worried over the fact there was a nest of demons that have already snacked on a few innocent people, he wasn't showing it.. His devotion to Catherine was far more important then slaying a few nasty bugs as far as he was concerned..
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
She looked at her hands, closed as they were over his dog tags ... would he want his back at the end of the night ... would she want to stop being his girlfriend at the end of the day. She kind of liked the idea that someone was looking out for her, that she belonged to him, that he belonged in turn to her. She didn't know what to reply to his words, she wasn't sure altogether how she felt, everything was so confusing.
Cat wished she were back in his arms, she didn't want to go back to her cell, she didn't want to see Jon and Joan again, she wanted to stay here, curled up on Riley's bed ... in Riley's arms. Why were the initiative taking him away again, just after she'd found him again, they were taking her boyfriend away.
She flipped the dog tags over in her hands, reading the inscription on the back of them, both their names side by side, she let her hands fall from his tags, picking up her own, her eyes caressing the surface of both of them. Her gaze flicked over to Graham for a moment then she looked back at Riley, her gaze worried.
'You won't let the initiative do anything to me will you?' She said quietly ... she didn't understand their motivation in keeping her here, why wern't they going to let her go. Her eyes fell from his, her hands dropping to the carefully folded uniform in her hands. Her fingers stroked over the material.
'Do you want me to put this on now?' She didn't look up at him, she didn't want him to go, what if he was injured or worse.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
For a moment he watched her study the tags, her eyes seemed thoughtful, thinking of something, but with a glance over at Graham, her eyes looked at Riley with worry.
'You won't let the initiative do anything to me will you?' Her gaze dropped, both eyes and hands searching over the uniform he had placed in her lap, he wished he could have stayed with her longer.. comforted her more..
'Do you want me to put this on now?' Riley remained quiet as he watched her avoid his own gaze, was she worried about him? He's never had someone worry about him before..
"I'll be outside.." Graham's voice didn't even catch Riley's attention, sure he heard his friend.. but as the door to his room closed, Riley leaned forward, once again gently pressing his lips against hers. His hands moved her uniform to the bed beside her, his lips pulled away only partly before closing his eyes and pressing against hers again, his fingers slowly pulling down the zip of her X-Men uniform.
"Let me help you.." His whispered quietly as he kissed her, his hands gently freeing her arms from the dark uniform, once her upper body was free of the snuggly made outfit, he picked up her new army shirt, guiding her arms through the short sleeves without once pulling his lips from her kiss. When he did pull away his lips, it was so he could get the shirt over her head, his hands soon falling on her hips and pulling the dark uniform from her legs as he leaned in and kissed her lips again. Her uniform was pale forest green and beige, a slightly lighter shade then Riley's, he was careful as he slipped Catherine's feet into her new military pants. His right hand scooped around her waist as he gently stood and pulled her up and close to his body, his left hand still holding on to the waistband of her pants. With another kiss, his fingers carefully did her button, pulling up the zip gently before his lips pressed more keenly against hers. His hands found their way to her shoulders, his lips finally finding the strength to pull away from her, his eyes opening so he could look at hers.
"I won't let the Initiative hurt you, I'll do anything I can to protect you.. I promise." The palm of his hand reached for her cheek as he leaned forward, his lips adoringly pressing against her forehead before he gently wrapped his arms around her in assurance.
".. Are you ready to go back?" He didn't want her to leave, he didn't want her to go back to that terrible cell with those demons. He never wanted to see her in that cage again, but he knew he would have to leave her there.. why couldn't he stay with her a little longer? Why couldn't he just walk out of the base with her right now..
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
Her face turned red as his fingers pulled the zip on the front of her uniform slowly down, his lips pressed against hers. He wasn't allowed to do this ... she didn't let men undress her, she blushed redder, her eyes still open and staring at his face even as he kissed her. She wanted to move her hands, to cover herself up but she didn't seem able to do anything but sit there. He wasn't looking at her anyway, her skin shivered as he pulled her arms free from the restraints of her combat suit.
Embaressed she tried to cover her upper body slightly with her hands, hiding the distinctly worn bra she was wearing under her clothes, very glad he hadn't opened his eyes. She felt him tug the t-shirt over her head, pulling it down snugly around her waist. His lips found hers again, his hands tugging at the lower half of her combat suit, after pulling her legs free he helped her slip her feet into the new combat pants.
Her body strongly protested at why he was clothing her again. She felt him strongly pull her from the bed, nestling her close to his body, his lips were still against his, she wasn't sure how he was managing this while still kissing her. Her stomach shivered slightly as his hands brushed her tanned skin as he did up the button of the new combats she was now wearing.
His hands found her shoulders, his lips pulling from hers, his eyes opening to look at her.
'Ummm.' She looked away distinctly showing signs of confusion as her mind and her body told her different things, her cheeks pink.She lifted her hands to pull her hair free from inside her new t-shirt, her eyes lifting to his slightly and fleetingly before she looked back away again.
'I won't let the Initiative hurt you, I'll do anything I can to protect you.. I promise' She nodded slightly, her body inching closer to his enough she didn't seem to notice.
'Are you ready to go back?' Her eyes dropped to the floor, didn't didn't want to go back there ... ever, if Riley wasn't on watch she thought it would probably be Jon or Joan and that idea made her even more reluctant to return. Why couldn't she just stay here with Riley, she needed him. She looked straight across at his chest, her eyes then flicking upwards, her face tilting so she could look up into his face better. Her eyes skimming over his features, the top of her head barley came upto his shoulders.
Her hands instinctivley lifted to his chest, raising her body onto her toes in an effort to bring her lips level with his but they reamined a few tantalising inches from hers. She dropped back onto her heels, giving up the idea, how was she meant to date someone if she couldn't even kiss them?.
'Yes I'm ready.' She said quietly, her eyes falling from his to the floor again, everything in her screamed for her not to go ... to stay here with him.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
Re: The Ghost within the Machine..
The first instinct of his when he saw Catherine attempting to lean up to kiss him was to bend down slightly so their lips could meet.. but if he did that.. he wasn't sure he could handle leaving her.. In his hesitation Catherine had given up, part of him disappointed, another part relieved he wouldn't have it any harder trying to force himself to leave knowing she would remain behind.
"I'll try and hurry back, you won't have to spend any more time in the cells when I return.. please be safe." His hands covered hers as they pressed against his chest, before slowly pulling them away, looking down at her with both concern and worry in his eyes. But he quickly looked away, staring at the door, slowly leading her towards it, he allowed her to leave the room first, trailing unhappily behind as Graham lead the way. After a few steps Riley fell beside Catherine, he kept his eyes down to the ground, feeling terrible over having to leave her by herself in the cells..
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