Chapter Two
With every kiss, Carter felt himself drawing nearer... Nearer to Abby, to himself. His hand lightly trailed down her spine, fingers worshipping each delicate ridge. All the way to the soft, sensitive cleft of her behind. He felt her skin shudder at his touch. Felt the razor edge of raw emotion pierce his heart.
"I love you, Abby... Oh, god, I love you so much..." The fury in his need to connect with this woman caused his body to involuntarily writhe and push. He wanted to bury muscles and sinew, heart and soul in the seductive embrace of her body. His hands touched every surface of this altar within his reach; mind numbed to all other stimuli save the rushing of blood, the lusty scent of her body aroused and his own long-dormant desire, awakened.
Somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind, where only impulse and the faint echo of Bobby dwelt, he was aware that this was rebirth. Her warm body, laid bare and vulnerable, held the answers to his longing. "I won't leave you again..."
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Abby's breath came in ragged gulps. Everything about this felt... strange. She wanted him; her every sense spoke plain truth. She had felt desire for him before... this wasn't the same. Before, her body responded with something almost akin to duty. But, Carter had long held sway over her loyalty. He was her friend. He had been so understanding; so supportive. When he revealed to her that he didn't want to be her "girlfriend," she felt the air sucked out of her chest. But to find that he wanted her... wanted to be with her, twisted her mind, threw her to the ground. He could have told her he purchased a polar ice cap in her honor and would be renaming it "Abby's Pole," and she couldn't have been more befuddled.
As the astonishment wore off, he began to change before her eyes. He seemed taller. Had he always been that tall? His face... it began to... to bewitch her. Was that the right word? Her eyes sought his at odd moments... searching for... what? She didn't know. His eyes. She never noticed how deep, how veiled his eyes appeared. The keepers of secrets as yet untold. She wanted to know those secrets. Wanted to draw them out of him... tease them out. One day, absent-mindedly lost in thought in drug lock-up, he spoke suddenly, popping up unannounced, behind her. She didn't jump. Instead, she shivered... with, yes, pleasure. And, finally, when she found out what the fuss her body was raising was all about... she felt oddly let down... It was... okay. Okay, but...less than she expected.
Sadness engulfed her, then; she had let him down. Somehow his love for her and her deep regard for him, somehow, it wasn't enough. Just as she'd thrown every previous chance away, she'd blown things with Carter. She had wanted it to work, so much that she overlooked the gulf between what should have been passionate, involved lovemaking and their actual docile, tepid sexual relationship. Often the question would plague her, why? When he seemed to love her so much, obsessively, almost... And she certainly... loved, yes... she loved him... Why, then, did sex with him leave them both wanting?
Not like this time, certainly. Yep. Right here, now, she was crazed with desire for him. She hadn't felt this way since Lu....stop. But too late. The thought was there and she couldn't deny it. She had wanted Luka. So much it hurt her to look at him... She had never wanted anyone as much. Not Richard. No. Doing the right thing at the right time, that was how she felt about marrying Richard, but she never desired him, craved him, the way she craved Luka. And, sadly, as much as she was bound in her heart to Carter, her stubborn libido refused to cooperate. Until now.
"Uhhoooooohh... Carter... John, John don't... " soft exclamations replaced the ragged breaths issuing from her throat. There was something, just on the edge of her consciousness, something she remembered she needed to tell him...? No, something to express... a feeling... "Oh, John, I was so, I missed you so-" All senses lost. Can't form a simple thought..much less express... mmmm...
Through the blurry edges of peaked desire, Carter's words seemed barely audible... Just faint murmerings, a buzzing in her ears. Or was that her blood? She didn't know. She didn't care. Just, don't let it stop...
"Abby..." a kiss, "Abby..." his burning fingertips running down the inside of her thigh, "...the cab was the worst part... I wanted to be here so badly, be with you..." So close now. So close to quenching this thirst... to satisfaction... Oh, stop talking, just touch... touch me... move, yes...
"YES! like that..." without warning, her voice rasped out.
"Ab... by," his breath coming in short gasps, Carter was losing control, too, she could feel him losing it... Knew beyond all reason that this, this was real and burning and nothing like she had experienced with him thus far and, maybe, never would again... and, yet... "Baby, I almost left my bags in the cab... all I could think about... three long weeks... three long weeks and no you... I was... desperate... had to get to you, see you..." a shudder, sharp intake of breath, and then plunging himself, finally, deep inside her, "...feel you..."
So close now... Could feel her pelvis rise to meet him, knew she was... going... to... climax... And, then the release hit her so suddenly, involuntary groanings escaped her parched lips... Almost simultaneously Carter reached his explosive end, his body convulsing in uncontrollable spasms. Tension began to drain from her body like rivulets of spring rain down a window glass... And, peace.
"Wow. Where... where did that come from?" Carter's words made lazy circles in the air before dropping, lightly, on Abby's consciousness. "Carter, shhh, don't speak -you're killin' my buzz..." Whispering, she caressed his upper lip with the soft touch of her index finger. They lay there, spent, until dawn parted night's curtain. Carter rolled over and kissed her, looking deep into her eyes. She tried, but couldn't quite meet his gaze. A soft murmer replaced the smile widening her mouth.
"Well, I was, uh, surprised by that... um, fireworks display..." Abby felt tentative, almost shy.
A muted chuckle escaped Carter's bruised mouth, "Yes, that was, ahah, certainly... something... " His face was a lazy jumble of smile, days old stubble and satisfaction. "I knew I was feeling a little... deprived... but I didn't know I had that in me..." Completely contented, his body fell languidly back to the bed.
Her heart began thumping louder in her chest. It was coming to her; the faint, bothersome...something, at the back of her mind... This... thing... that passion submerged deep in her consciousness. Oh, no... NO! She had let her guard down -AGAIN- No, no, no , no... How... Stupid! She was STUPID.
That was it. The irritating... thing... forcing it's way into her consciousness... Him, coming here like this, rushing from the plane, mentally urging the cab... He wanted... her? No. He wanted... sex. Three long weeks with no nookie, this is what drove him to her door. Aaaggh! Stupid, Abby. Plain stupid. After the way he left..? You actually began to believe that...that he wanted YOU? Hah... How could she be so ignorant!
Abruptly, almost harshly, she pushed herself up and off the bed. Faintly, embarrassment at him seeing her exposed completely, pricked at the back of her neck. Or was that rising anger? Disappointment? Thoughts mixed up, she was confused, mildly agitated. She just needed to think clearly.
"I'm... gonna take a shower, Carter; got to be to work... soon..." Please don't let him ask to join me... But she needn't have feared, his soft snoring announced he was asleep.
The hot water hit the back of her head, parting the confusion, crystallizing her thoughts. By the time she toweled off, her course of action was set. As she finished dressing, the words came easily to her. Slicking on a light coat of gloss to her lips, she marshalled her reserves of courage. Opening the door, she strode purposefully to the edge of the bed and nudged Carter, firmly, with her balled fist.
"Carter? Wake up. Carter!" Pushing him to wakefulness, she looked him square in the eye, "Carter? I'm glad you're home. And safe. I prayed you'd make it back. But I can't do this, right now. I, I just can't. I have to get to work, but... take," faltering slightly, " take your time. Eat, have coffee -take a shower, if you like- but when you leave... I.. ah, I would like you to leave my key. Please?" Sharp exhale of breath, a turn on the heel and Abby disappeared through the door.
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Author's ramblings:
Well! How do you like it so far? I really enjoyed trying to capture the mindless, breathless thought processes that lovemaking evokes in us mortals! There will likely be more as I want to perfect my grasp of that style. And while this is starting out Carter and Abby angst, it won't -hopefully- remain so. One of my chief complaints about last season was too much C/A turmoil and family-related drama. What about the rest of the cast, huh? I am, however, letting it take me where the spirit moves and the spirit might get stuck on Carter and Abby... Fair warning...
And, as usual - I don't own the characters, I'm just borrowing them, like marionettes, to dance to my tune for a while!
Oh, and, a big "Thank You" and a shout out to all who took the trouble to review! Keep it comin' - I am a feedback junkie. (and not proud of it, either...)
With every kiss, Carter felt himself drawing nearer... Nearer to Abby, to himself. His hand lightly trailed down her spine, fingers worshipping each delicate ridge. All the way to the soft, sensitive cleft of her behind. He felt her skin shudder at his touch. Felt the razor edge of raw emotion pierce his heart.
"I love you, Abby... Oh, god, I love you so much..." The fury in his need to connect with this woman caused his body to involuntarily writhe and push. He wanted to bury muscles and sinew, heart and soul in the seductive embrace of her body. His hands touched every surface of this altar within his reach; mind numbed to all other stimuli save the rushing of blood, the lusty scent of her body aroused and his own long-dormant desire, awakened.
Somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind, where only impulse and the faint echo of Bobby dwelt, he was aware that this was rebirth. Her warm body, laid bare and vulnerable, held the answers to his longing. "I won't leave you again..."
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Abby's breath came in ragged gulps. Everything about this felt... strange. She wanted him; her every sense spoke plain truth. She had felt desire for him before... this wasn't the same. Before, her body responded with something almost akin to duty. But, Carter had long held sway over her loyalty. He was her friend. He had been so understanding; so supportive. When he revealed to her that he didn't want to be her "girlfriend," she felt the air sucked out of her chest. But to find that he wanted her... wanted to be with her, twisted her mind, threw her to the ground. He could have told her he purchased a polar ice cap in her honor and would be renaming it "Abby's Pole," and she couldn't have been more befuddled.
As the astonishment wore off, he began to change before her eyes. He seemed taller. Had he always been that tall? His face... it began to... to bewitch her. Was that the right word? Her eyes sought his at odd moments... searching for... what? She didn't know. His eyes. She never noticed how deep, how veiled his eyes appeared. The keepers of secrets as yet untold. She wanted to know those secrets. Wanted to draw them out of him... tease them out. One day, absent-mindedly lost in thought in drug lock-up, he spoke suddenly, popping up unannounced, behind her. She didn't jump. Instead, she shivered... with, yes, pleasure. And, finally, when she found out what the fuss her body was raising was all about... she felt oddly let down... It was... okay. Okay, but...less than she expected.
Sadness engulfed her, then; she had let him down. Somehow his love for her and her deep regard for him, somehow, it wasn't enough. Just as she'd thrown every previous chance away, she'd blown things with Carter. She had wanted it to work, so much that she overlooked the gulf between what should have been passionate, involved lovemaking and their actual docile, tepid sexual relationship. Often the question would plague her, why? When he seemed to love her so much, obsessively, almost... And she certainly... loved, yes... she loved him... Why, then, did sex with him leave them both wanting?
Not like this time, certainly. Yep. Right here, now, she was crazed with desire for him. She hadn't felt this way since Lu....stop. But too late. The thought was there and she couldn't deny it. She had wanted Luka. So much it hurt her to look at him... She had never wanted anyone as much. Not Richard. No. Doing the right thing at the right time, that was how she felt about marrying Richard, but she never desired him, craved him, the way she craved Luka. And, sadly, as much as she was bound in her heart to Carter, her stubborn libido refused to cooperate. Until now.
"Uhhoooooohh... Carter... John, John don't... " soft exclamations replaced the ragged breaths issuing from her throat. There was something, just on the edge of her consciousness, something she remembered she needed to tell him...? No, something to express... a feeling... "Oh, John, I was so, I missed you so-" All senses lost. Can't form a simple thought..much less express... mmmm...
Through the blurry edges of peaked desire, Carter's words seemed barely audible... Just faint murmerings, a buzzing in her ears. Or was that her blood? She didn't know. She didn't care. Just, don't let it stop...
"Abby..." a kiss, "Abby..." his burning fingertips running down the inside of her thigh, "...the cab was the worst part... I wanted to be here so badly, be with you..." So close now. So close to quenching this thirst... to satisfaction... Oh, stop talking, just touch... touch me... move, yes...
"YES! like that..." without warning, her voice rasped out.
"Ab... by," his breath coming in short gasps, Carter was losing control, too, she could feel him losing it... Knew beyond all reason that this, this was real and burning and nothing like she had experienced with him thus far and, maybe, never would again... and, yet... "Baby, I almost left my bags in the cab... all I could think about... three long weeks... three long weeks and no you... I was... desperate... had to get to you, see you..." a shudder, sharp intake of breath, and then plunging himself, finally, deep inside her, "...feel you..."
So close now... Could feel her pelvis rise to meet him, knew she was... going... to... climax... And, then the release hit her so suddenly, involuntary groanings escaped her parched lips... Almost simultaneously Carter reached his explosive end, his body convulsing in uncontrollable spasms. Tension began to drain from her body like rivulets of spring rain down a window glass... And, peace.
"Wow. Where... where did that come from?" Carter's words made lazy circles in the air before dropping, lightly, on Abby's consciousness. "Carter, shhh, don't speak -you're killin' my buzz..." Whispering, she caressed his upper lip with the soft touch of her index finger. They lay there, spent, until dawn parted night's curtain. Carter rolled over and kissed her, looking deep into her eyes. She tried, but couldn't quite meet his gaze. A soft murmer replaced the smile widening her mouth.
"Well, I was, uh, surprised by that... um, fireworks display..." Abby felt tentative, almost shy.
A muted chuckle escaped Carter's bruised mouth, "Yes, that was, ahah, certainly... something... " His face was a lazy jumble of smile, days old stubble and satisfaction. "I knew I was feeling a little... deprived... but I didn't know I had that in me..." Completely contented, his body fell languidly back to the bed.
Her heart began thumping louder in her chest. It was coming to her; the faint, bothersome...something, at the back of her mind... This... thing... that passion submerged deep in her consciousness. Oh, no... NO! She had let her guard down -AGAIN- No, no, no , no... How... Stupid! She was STUPID.
That was it. The irritating... thing... forcing it's way into her consciousness... Him, coming here like this, rushing from the plane, mentally urging the cab... He wanted... her? No. He wanted... sex. Three long weeks with no nookie, this is what drove him to her door. Aaaggh! Stupid, Abby. Plain stupid. After the way he left..? You actually began to believe that...that he wanted YOU? Hah... How could she be so ignorant!
Abruptly, almost harshly, she pushed herself up and off the bed. Faintly, embarrassment at him seeing her exposed completely, pricked at the back of her neck. Or was that rising anger? Disappointment? Thoughts mixed up, she was confused, mildly agitated. She just needed to think clearly.
"I'm... gonna take a shower, Carter; got to be to work... soon..." Please don't let him ask to join me... But she needn't have feared, his soft snoring announced he was asleep.
The hot water hit the back of her head, parting the confusion, crystallizing her thoughts. By the time she toweled off, her course of action was set. As she finished dressing, the words came easily to her. Slicking on a light coat of gloss to her lips, she marshalled her reserves of courage. Opening the door, she strode purposefully to the edge of the bed and nudged Carter, firmly, with her balled fist.
"Carter? Wake up. Carter!" Pushing him to wakefulness, she looked him square in the eye, "Carter? I'm glad you're home. And safe. I prayed you'd make it back. But I can't do this, right now. I, I just can't. I have to get to work, but... take," faltering slightly, " take your time. Eat, have coffee -take a shower, if you like- but when you leave... I.. ah, I would like you to leave my key. Please?" Sharp exhale of breath, a turn on the heel and Abby disappeared through the door.
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Author's ramblings:
Well! How do you like it so far? I really enjoyed trying to capture the mindless, breathless thought processes that lovemaking evokes in us mortals! There will likely be more as I want to perfect my grasp of that style. And while this is starting out Carter and Abby angst, it won't -hopefully- remain so. One of my chief complaints about last season was too much C/A turmoil and family-related drama. What about the rest of the cast, huh? I am, however, letting it take me where the spirit moves and the spirit might get stuck on Carter and Abby... Fair warning...
And, as usual - I don't own the characters, I'm just borrowing them, like marionettes, to dance to my tune for a while!
Oh, and, a big "Thank You" and a shout out to all who took the trouble to review! Keep it comin' - I am a feedback junkie. (and not proud of it, either...)