Author's note: AU. Set anytime between seasons 10 and 12. Neela and Abby have been together for quite a long time already.

Warning: It's basically just smut. If you don't like it, feel free to leave now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Neela or Abby or any other ER character…

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I love the way you kiss me, shy and a little hesitantly, but still with passion. I love the softness of your lips and how they find their place between mine. I love the way you part them just enough for my tongue to enter. I love feeling your tongue dueling with mine, a duel with two winners and no loser. I love the curve of your neck, the smoothness and sensitivity of the skin. I love hearing the purring sounds you make as I kiss and nip my way down.

I love your breasts, so perfectly round, so young, so tender and at the same time so firm. I love noticing that they are the perfect size to be cupped in my hands, and I love the moans I get when I squeeze them gently. I love their dark color, so different from my light pink. I love feeling your nipples getting harder and harder as I roll them between my fingers. I love imagining how wet you must be, just because of my playing with them.

I love the way my hands move across your body, finding no resistance. I love knowing that I'm taking all the stress and all the worries from you. I love feeling you relax under my touch, and seeing the tough Neela that everybody knows give place to the sweet and gentle Neela that only I know. I love how all your masks simply disappear, one after the other, and all that's left is genuinely pure pleasure and love.

I love the fact that my hand fits perfectly between your thighs, and I love the heat that comes from that place. I love finding out that you're even wetter than I had imagined. I love the trembling of your legs as I stroke your clit. I love exploring that territory, running my fingers up and down your folds, and I love feeling you shiver when I do that.

I love the sensation of being surrounded and enclosed by you. But mostly, I love knowing that, even as I thrust my fingers in and out of you, I'm not actually fucking you; I'm making love to you. I love being so familiar with your body that your G-spot is easily reached. I love pressing it just for a few seconds, and then letting go, only to hear you asking for more.

And I love giving you more. I love stimulating you in every possible way, and watching your reaction to each of them. I love seeing you go crazy, and knowing that I am the one doing that to you. I love noticing how the brilliant girl who knows all the answers, at that moment, can hardly articulate anything other than my name; and I love the way my name sounds in your British accent and your sweet musical voice, between panting and hard breaths.

I love feeling you pulsing around my fingers when you are almost there. I love the way you raise your hips to allow me to go deeper inside of you. And I love stopping every movement at that point, to make the sensation last longer and, of course, to look inside your eyes and see them pleading for release. And when I finally give you release, I love feeling your muscles contracting, and being sure that a woman can fake an orgasm to a man, but never to another woman.

And when we're done at last and I lie down beside you, I love realizing you're smaller than me, the exact right size for me to hold you in my arms. But, most of all, I love knowing that, when I whisper "I love you" in your ear, a few seconds before we fall asleep, I really mean it, like I've never meant it before.