Unquenchable by Dana (aka iluvfriendsus)
A/N: This is a fic for the Carby board challenge. As always, these characters do not belong to me.
Thirsty: desiring to drink, arid; parched, craving something, very absorbent.
"He dribbles! He shoots! Score!" John slammed the basket into the hoop with a look of elated satisfaction on his face. "I win!" he grinned.
"So, you beat a girl, big deal," Abby winked at him. "You may have won, but I have more power than you."
"Rematch?" he challenged. He stood poised, ready to act should she accept.
"You're on!" With that said, she snatched the ball out of his hand and made a mad dash for the other end of the court. He chased after her in hot pursuit and finally catching her wrestled her to the ground. He lay on top of her pinning her to the court, one hand on the ball the other stroking her hair.
"You're sweating." She said as a hint that she really wanted up.
"You're beautiful." He answered right back at her. "Sweat and all." He kissed her slowly at first but it got more intense as they continued kissing. Abby could feel herself giving in to the passion, almost to the point that she didn't care that they were right there on the basketball court. Adventure was always fun. John broke the kiss and looked deep into her eyes, "Shall we go inside?"
"Nah. I want to kick your ass." She commented matter of factly.
"But Abby," he protested. "I want to go inside."
"Why?" she asked, raising her eyebrows knowingly at him.
"Because I'm… I'm thirsty." He whined pretending to be so quenched with thirst that he could hardly talk.
"Well, let me up and I will get you my water bottle." He moved off of her and she went over to the bench where the bottle sat and took it to him. He took a small drink from it and then winked at her knowingly. Suddenly, she felt a cold rush on her head. "You bastard!" she exclaimed.
John stood there laughing, watching as the water from the bottle seeped her hair and poured down her back soaking her clothes. "You look incredibly sexy when you're wet."
"And you are in so much trouble." She started to chase him this time. They ran laps around the court narrowly missing each other time and time again. Finally they both collapsed again on the court laughing. John rolled over and looked at her. She was gasping for air and she looked so cute.
"Now who's thirsty?" he asked seductively leaning in to kiss her.
"Who said anything about thirst?" Suddenly the ball, the court, or the water didn't seem matter to anymore.