Disclaimer: Not only do I not own any of the elements of this fanfic, but this is my first fic, so go easy. R&R please! I love feedback.
Tired, hungry, and aching after an especially grueling double shift, Abby Lockhart walked into her apartment and plopped down on the couch. She smiled as she thought of her plans for tonight. A romantic dinner and hopefully more with her boyfriend.
Even though she was tired, Abby was in and out of the shower quickly, and then she went down to the kitchen to start cooking. She couldn't help appreciating Carter's newfound happiness. She only hoped it was because of her.
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Thirty-five minutes late. Abby gnawed on her fingernails as she stared at the clock. She had promised herself this wouldn't happen. No more relationships where she was the only one trying. Yet here she was, sitting on the couch on a Friday night, waiting for her boyfriend to get home.
Ever since he came back from Africa, it had seemed like Carter was different. Apparently not, because here she was all alone when they were supposed to be together. Forty-two minutes late.
Abby heard the key scraping in the lock. She didn't bother to turn around; she was sick of excuses and sick of dating.
"Hey Ab, I'm home," John Carter announced cheerfully. "Sorry I got stuck in a trauma but I promise I'll make it up to you."
"How do you plan on doing that?" she asked dryly. "You're almost an hour late for dinner and everything's cold."
Carter walked slowly over to the couch where she was seated and put his hand on her shoulder. As much as she hated to, Abby melted with his touch.
"Look, I'm really sorry. There's no reason to be mad, it's not my fault Weaver's out to get me," John complained as he started kissing her neck.
Finally giving up, Abby turned around with a smile and kissed back.
Carter was surprised at her sudden mood change but he didn't question her actions, because frankly it felt good!
"I wish you had come to work today," John whispered as he stroked her arms lightly. "I really miss you there."
"It's my only day off all week! Besides do you miss me or my lips?" Abby asked playfully as he kissed her passionately, sending tingles through her mouth.
"Both."
Abby didn't know why, but she had a sudden surge of need, of want. She had no use for words as they made their way to the bedroom.
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Later that night, as she lay in his arms, Abby slowly pushed his hand away and got out of bed. She couldn't take it anymore. She loved him so much, yet she either seemed to want to be near him all the time or as far away as possible. Something was wrong with her. Something was very wrong, and she needed to find out what.
Well there was a short little chapter, I hope you liked it! I will get more up as soon as possible.