Falling
Disclaimer: Carter and Abby and anything ER related do not belong to me.
Authors Note: This fic was written in response to a challenge set by the Carby Board. The challenge was to write a scene of 500 words based on one of the mood categories from livejournal.
Mood Chosen: Content – satisfied with things as they are.
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"Carter, I'm going to fall!"
I look down at him pleadingly as he stands, hair tousled in the scrub below. He grins, amused by my predicament.
Algier has locked the gate early. Now the only way in is over the wall.
"You're not going to fall. I've got you."
He stares back at me and for a second I am lost, drowning in the chocolate sea of his eyes. He cocks his head, but remains motionless, patiently awaiting my response.
It had been challenge enough climbing the wall in shoes, but the journey to the ground was proving decidedly more difficult. I pout and raise my eyebrows slightly. His eyes immediately cloud over, a look of concern appears on his face. His boyish stance stiffens as he senses my fear of the drop.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I get there first.
"You've got my leg!"
A loose, lop-sided grin plays upon the smoothness of his lips. Stunningly cheeky, but perfect. His gaze follows mine to where his hand lies, gentle but firm upon my shin. He goes to move it, but I catch his eye. A silent plea. He understands me instantly, as only he can and his grip tightens. I am reassured.
Skin against skin.
Fingers slowly tenderly mapping out delicate movements of love. And I know that all I want is to be down in the garden with him.
To feel his hands soft on the small of my back.
To hold him. To have him hold me.
It's not enough to gaze down. Its not enough to see what I want to touch. I inhale deeply. His scent traverses even this huge crevasse between us.
I'm dizzy. Light-headed. Each breath a reminder. He's mine. I'm his. I'm isolated, alone up here without him. My fear of heights is overwhelmed by my desire to run my fingers through his hair. His lips, those eyes. I want him close.
I jump.
His arms are outstretched. Our bodies touch and momentum sees us a mass of limbs tumbling slowly through the scraggy undergrowth. My head on his chest. His hand in mine until forced to an abrupt stop. We lie entwined, savouring the moment, unable to speak.
The night is cold, uninviting. His breath warms the top of my head. Even darkness cannot disguise the love I feel for this man. His arms slide me up nearer him and I feel his lips brush mine. Not with the rawness of lust, but with instinctive urgency all the same.
His hurried breathing slows, sending rhythmic pulsations through my body with each swell of his chest He turns towards me, bending his neck as he softly whispers.
"I told you I've got you."
I sigh contentedly and snuggle deeper into his arms, losing myself in the folds of his jacket. His fingertips tenderly graze my cheek. Settled in his embrace I feel my eyes close.
Tonight I fell for him.
Tomorrow night I'll fall for him all over again.
Authors Note: Thank you for reading. This is my first attempt at writing Carby fuzz, so please review. Constructive criticism of anything I write is always extremely welcome!