Unexpected turn of events (the script, Glen Power fanfiction)

Chapter 9

"Thanks," she whispered, looking up at him through her lashes, her body felt as it was on fire with his hands being on her body. Her body still remembered their night apparently. The things he was able to make her feel both as they made love and were simply in each other's presence. No one had ever even come close to it. "Be careful," he whispered, tucking a strand of her hair behind her as he gazed into her eyes.

Staring into each other's eyes it sends a shiver through both of them. They didn't even realise how close they were till their eyes locked. Glen's hand running up to her hair, the other resting on her waist, pulling her against him as her back was against the wall.

Kate's hands were pulling him against her as well. As they broke apart, panting and breathless. 'How can something feel this right, be wrong?' Liz wondered to herself as their heads rested together. "I'm sorry," he whispered, their noses touching.

"It was both of us," she told him, dropping her arms beside her body. "I should probably go," he muttered as he stepped back and went down the stairs. "I'll get you the tickets tomorrow," he called after his shoulder as he disappeared in a flash before she heard the thud of the front door.

Her shoulders sacked as she went into her room and rested on her door after closing up downstairs. Her hand resting on her chest, her hands slowly travelled to her lips, still tingling from their kiss. How did she keep fighting this when the man drove her so bloody mad like that? Just one kiss had her flushed and wishing for more. Heat pooling between her legs as her body betrayed her.

Deciding not to ponder on it too much she took a cold shower, before getting in bed. She didn't get much sleep at all that night. Her dreams were haunted by a certain handsome blue eyed Irish man.

"Damn him." she thought to herself as she got up a little over six. She found the tickets to the show in her mail box, to which a note was written he didn't have much time with the practice.

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"For crying out loud Cambridge." Kate tried to hide her amusement as she drove her car in the underground garage of the Wembley arena. They'd had dinner first at the Blue Ivy. The seven women laughing and joking all night long so far already. She loved these women so much, they were always able to make her laugh no matter what.

Catherine had been on a roll even before dinner when Kate had gone to pick her up at KP and dropping Arthur off with his uncles. The two of them had gotten ready together as well as they chatted in their usual manner.

Catherine hadn't let her forget about the kiss that she'd shared with Glen three days ago either. Her body was enough of a reminder as it still tingled from his touch. And the sneaky Duchess sat beside her was surely not going to let her forget either. She hadn't seen him in the last three days, he'd called a few times to talk to Arthur so she wondered if she'd done something for him to create a distance between them.

"What he's a handsome guy," Catherine stated as Kate parked the car before Eugenie parked beside her. "I remember talking to him at the Royal Variety performance." Catherine continued as they got out of the car. "I wanted to tell him. Hey, Glen, you're the guy that knocked up one of my best friends and left her to take care of it all by herself afterwards." Kate stated in her usual sass. They didn't have to look very far to find out where Charlotte got her sass from really.

Sometimes Kate wished that the world got to see this version of the Duchess of Cambridge. They wouldn't believe it even when they saw it. Good image Catherine would be gone Kate thought to herself with a hint of amusement.

"You wouldn't?" Kate asked her with a hint of fear as she turned to her with widened eyes as they walked to the door. "Of course not," Catherine told her chuckling. "Will wouldn't let me." She added in a deadly serious tone as she turned to Kate as the five women around them burst out in laughter as they walked through the entrance door.