Author's Note – Part 1: This fic was originally written in from January – September 2001. And it was publish on FF sites that are now long, long gone. I sincerely thank the Calzona (Grey's Anatomy) fandom and its FF writers for reminding me that FF isn't dead and in the general scheme of things, this fic isn't completely half bad. So therefore, It deserves to be reborn as it was originally enjoyed by a few. Holla out to any Chalupas still out there and a deep longing kiss to seven special women, who should know who they are.
Author's Note – Part 2: the italicized parts are internal dialogue, which I am/was kinda obsessed with
Author's Note – Part 3: All "ER" characters and institutions are the property of Warner Bros., ConstantC Productions and Amblin Television. "Bugs Bunny" characters and institutions belong to Warner Bros. Karen and Aimee – they are mine, all mine!) Janet Jackson belongs to Virgin Records. Scrabble is a trademark of Hasbro Inc. The rules of Strip Scrabble contained within this fanfic were created by ME. Characters from "When Harry Met Sally" were created by the late, great Nora Ephron.
I mean no harm. Strictly for enjoyment purposes only.
Hella Crazy Thanks to: Sonnychibagrrl and Shannon (thanks for the inspiration(s) and all the fanfic talkdowns – Parts 3 & 4 would NEVER-ever have been born had it not been for the two of you – kneeling before you both with chocolate and strawberries) and Wigbee (thanks for the use of "Chief")
Beta: none, so all the mess is my own
Chapters: 1 (originally written in January 2001), 2 (originally written in February 2001), 3 (Originally written June 2001), and 4 (Originally written in September 2001)
Three weeks ago (the night after their extended conversation at Doc Magoos. This is my version of Episode 7x12, "Surrender" - Kim and Kerry's first night together)
Hi, I'm Kim and I'm a whore and I sleep with all women on the first date and I never realized this until I spoke to my best friend, which, by the way, was only two and a half hours ago, in my car because I needed directions because yours got me lost or I maybe was so nervous I wrote them down wrong but, anyway, back to this slut thing I have going on… Karen, that's my best friend, by the way… Karen said that if I sleep with you tonight we will be dooooomed and I don't want to be dooooomed with you Kerry because I really like you. I mean really. I mean a lot. And gosh, I really want to kiss you, Kerry. But I don't know… what are your thoughts on this? Kim sighed and her thoughts slowed down. It's truly a miracle to me that I'm a psychiatrist. I'm surprised I haven't driven all my patients to jump out the window… Damn, look how hot she looks…
Great, Weaver! This date is going smoothly. What a catch you are. Look at her; she looks terrified. No, she looks serious. Gosh, I'm not ready for serious. Not yet. No serious. Right now, serious does not work for us. I'm not ready to talk. I don't want to discuss. I'm not ready to discuss. I just want to be. I want to, as Kim puts it, 'stay in the moment.' Perhaps hitting on her was the wrong thing. She clearly doesn't want to sleep with me tonight. She wants to take it slow. That's probably for the best anyway. I need to bring this back to funny. Just like last night at Doc Magoos. Take control Weaver. Fly the plane as you build it. A classic Weaverism. Fun and frolic with Kim and Kerry. Won't you be our neighbor? C'mon and zooma-zooma-zooma-zoom. Geez, will you look at those lips… I just wanna…
"Kerry? Where are you?" Kim was growing anxious with each passing, lonely second. She was beginning to feel chilly. Being naked will do that. Kim was thankful that she opted for the silk scarves over the metal handcuffs. The metal would have made the chill worse.
Kim took the opportunity to look around Kerry's living room. Very classic. Mostly wood. Strong. Just like Kerry. Lived in. Warm, but not cluttered. Very organized. Very in control. Just like Kerry.
Kim wanted to look at her watch. Dammit. Kim momentarily forgot that Kerry had tied her hands behind her back, behind the chair. Kim looked over at Kerry's grandfather clock. Kim matched the ticking of the clock with the steady sound of her breathing.
Where the hell is she?
Kim's nose started to itch. Fuck! Again, her tied hands prevented the automatic response.
"Kerry? Are you there?" Kim was beginning to get uncomfortable sitting on the hard oak dining room chair.
Geez, I had no idea Kerry was into this scene. How hysterical. How cute…
WHAK!
The hell?
WHAK!
Is that a fucking whip? Kim shifted her weight.
"Kerrrrreeeeee?…"
WHAK!
ZOINKS!
WHAK!
It was getting louder.
"Um… honey? Is that you?" That was a silly question. "Aaaah… Kerry? What's that noise?" Another silly question.
"What's your problem, Kim?" The whispered breath against Kim's ear disoriented her.
The low throaty voice behind her continued, "Does this turn you on?"
What the! Where did Kerry come from? How did she sneak up on me?
"Well? Does it?" Kerry purred, as she slowly scraped the ends of the whip along Kim's arm while she walked.
Kerry now stood in front of Kim. Dressed, from head to toe, completely in shiny black leather. Fuck me stiletto heels. Tight pants. Short-cropped jacket, which was half-zipped, revealing the top of Kerry's naked breasts. And covering the upper half of Kerry's face, a mask, with very small eyeholes, so small, that Kim could barely see the whites of Kerry's eyes.
GAH! HO-LY SHIT! There she is. Finally. In front of me. Well this was certainly worth the wait. Day-um, look how hot she looks. Hee. I feel like I'm in the video for Madonna's 'Justify My Love.'
Kerry leaned forward placing her hands on the arms of the chair.
"Does it?" Kerry continued her questioning.
GAH! "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Kerry narrowed her eyes.
"Yes, Ker-"
Kerry quickly put her hand over Kim's mouth. "You will address me as 'Chief.' Is that understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Chief."
Kerry smiled. "Better. Much. Much. Better."
Kerry continued to walk slowly around Kim.
"I have a present for you, Kim." Kerry reached under her right sleeve and pulled out another silk scarf. Unlike the plain black scarves that held Kim's arms together, this scarf was light brown with cheetah spots.
Kerry twirled the scarf, walked behind Kim, covered Kim's eyes and tied the scarf behind her head.
Kerry knelt behind Kim and stroked the scarves, which bound Kim's hands. She bent down further. Kerry took Kim's right index finger and licked the tip. "Kim, I have some policies and procedures that I need to go over with you."
Kerry began to suck on Kim's finger. "If I do something you like and you want more say, 'STAT.'"
Kerry continued sucking. "If you just want me to continue what I'm doing, say 'STABLE.'"
Kerry began to bite Kim's finger lightly at first but increased the pressure with each spoken word. "And if anything I do makes you feel uncomfortable, then say 'CODE RED.' I will then stop."
Kerry kissed Kim's palm. "Do you understand?"
"Yes…." Kim was so turned on. "…Chief."
As Kerry stood up, she stroked Kim's hair. "Ah, you're learning."
Kerry continued to walk around Kim. Kerry's leather suit made a creaking noise with each of her movements. With her sense of sight eliminated, Kim noticed that Kerry's steps sounded heavier.
"Do you like your present?" Kerry whispered.
"Yes, Chief." Kim bit her lip in anticipation.
"Good."
Kim jerked her face upwards towards the sound of Kerry putting on latex gloves. Kim again shifted in the chair, fully aware of how increasingly wet and excited she was becoming.
Kim jumped at the sensation of a cold metal stethoscope on her back.
"Please take a deep breath."
Kim obeyed.
Kerry moved the stethoscope over to the left. "Another deep breath," she ordered.
Kerry leaned towards Kim. "You passed your physical. And now…."
Kim knew that Kerry was now, once again, in front of her. Her face inches from hers. Her mouth inches from hers. God, I want her.
"… I want to hear how hard your heart beats for me." As Kerry put the stethoscope over Kim's heart, she began to kiss Kim's neck.
"Oooooh, Kerry. Fuck me now!"
"Kerry?" Kim took a deep breath.
Kerry shook her head, knowing that she was some place else. She cleared her throat.
"Listen," Kim and Kerry said simultaneously.
"You first."
"No, you, Kerry, please."
Geez, thanks for taking the lead, Kim. Kerry sighed.
Kerry extended her hand to Kim. "Why don't we talk on the couch?"
Kim and Kerry sat at opposite ends of the couch, each leaning hard against a couch arm, each staring straight ahead. Kerry broke form first. She reached behind her and grabbed a couch pillow and held it against her chest. She sighed and slowly turned to face Kim.
Kim, hearing Kerry's sigh, turned to meet Kerry's glance. Both bodies sat stiff. Inside, both hearts raced furiously.
"Okay." Kerry bit her bottom lip and sighed again. "Listen, Kim. I really don't want to talk."
"Huh?"
"Well, I mean I do want to talk but it's just that I don't want to talk about anything serious…"
Serious, bad. Got it.
Kerry continued, "… I just want to have fun…"
Fun; check. Heh. I know something fun we can do…
"… I want to laugh." Kerry ran her fingers through her hair, hoping that something would come to mind. "BUGS BUNNY!"
Kim laughed. "Do you always resort to Bugs Bunny to break the tension?"
"Are you shrinking me? Should I lie down before I answer that?"
Kim allowed Kerry to continue but smiled at the thought of Kerry lying down.
That was supposed to be a joke. Why didn't she laugh? Kerry sighed. "Hmmm… I never thought about it that way. Huh. Yeah, I guess I do sometimes… so how about it? Some Bugs Bunny?"
"Okay."
Kerry jumped up and practically sped walked to her entertainment center. She opened a cabinet to reveal part of her videotape collection.
Kim was not surprised to see all of Kerry's tapes all facing the same way – all properly labeled. "Look at your tapes. All organized."
"They are grouped by genre and then alphabetical within the genre."
"But, of course, they are," Kim giggled. "Wow. You weren't kidding about your Bugs Bunny tape collection."
Kerry looked over her shoulder at Kim and smiled. "Kim, I don't lie and I especially don't lie about Bugs Bunny."
Kim's video collection, such as it was, was displayed all haphazardly, no semblance, no labels. "You should see my tapes. I am constantly taping over things I wanted to save because I don't ever label things."
Kerry smiled, "Oh, Kim. I may need to come over and get you organized."
Kerry found the tape she wanted, popped it in the VCR, turned on the TV, grabbed the remote, and hit the play button as she walked back to Kim on the couch.
The familiar opening Bugs Bunny theme song filled the room. Kim looked over at Kerry, who had the sweetest smile on her face. Kerry peripherally noticing Kim watching her, turned, met her eyes, pointed to the television and said, "Kiiiiiiiim… you're gonna miss it. This is a great one."
BUGS BUNNY & THE THREE BEARS appeared on the screen.
Kerry was wiping the tears from her eyes; she was breathless from all the laughing. "God, I love that one. One of my favorites."
"So, what is it about Bugs Bunny? Why do you love him so much?" Kim tilted her head to the side in inquiry.
"Now, this is probably a strange statement coming from the ER Rule Enforcer but what I love about Bugs Bunny Cartoons is there are no rules. Yet within this anarchy is intelligence and statement-making along with fun and laughs. And there are definitely more levels, higher levels to Bugs Bunny than just being a baby sitter for five-year-olds. For instance, the one we just saw, look at their version of the three bears. The larger bear is the baby. The smaller bear is the daddy. This visual goes against the norm of what is expected."
"Well, I love the part where Bugs flirts with the Momma Bear only to distract her but then she ends up falling in love with him."
"See? Behold, the power of The Bugs!"
Kim continued, now quoting Bugs Bunny, "Wait, don't move. Your eyes. Your lips." Kim leaned closer to Kerry just as Bugs leaned closer to the Momma Bear. "Why, you're beautiful."
Kerry taking Kim's lead, continued with the cartoon's script, "Tell me more about my eyes."
Kim softly kissed Kerry on the lips.
Shocked by yet another surprise kiss, Kerry was slow to realize what was happening. Kerry kissed back. She laid her trembling hand on Kim's cheek.
Ooooh, bad move, Weaver. Take that hand back. I can't… I mean… I shouldn't…
Oh, Kerry, what are you doing to me?… Shit! I shouldn't… I mean… I can't… this would lead to other things and I won't be able to stop it… stop us.
Like the previous guerrilla kiss between them, Kerry pulled back.
Unlike that previous guerrilla kiss, Kim didn't leave.
Kerry felt dizzy. Her surroundings seemed to fade into the background. Why did I pull way? Inside, Kerry was kicking herself. I need to say something before she decides to leave. For the second time tonight, Kerry broke the silence. "Would you like to play a game?"
"Thermonuclear War?" Kim teased.
"Is that from War Games? I vaguely remember that movie. I'm impressed."
"You know your Bugs Bunny. I know my movie trivia. But, yeah, what game did you have in mind? If it's Monopoly, I must be the shoe!"
Kerry walked to the front closet and looked through her collection of board games. "The shoe, huh? I'm a thimble person myself. But, no, not Monopoly. How about Scrabble?"
Kim rolled her eyes. Scrabble. Scrabble is sooooo Kerry. "Yeah, host's choice. Scrabble is fine." WHAT are you agreeing to? You stink at Scrabble.
"Let's play in the dining room."
"Great. I'll help you clear the table." Kim followed Kerry back to the dining room.
After cleaning up and brewing some coffee, Kim and Kerry resumed their dining room positions, with the Scrabble board between them.
Kerry handed Kim the tile holder. "Here's your rack."
"Rack?" Kim looked up excitedly.
"Rack." Kerry held up the tile holder. "These things are called racks."
"Oh, right." Kim rolled her eyes and smiled slyly. Geez, Kim, whore much? Kim let out a soft sigh. I need to calm the fuck down before I get myself into trouble.
Kerry shook the pouch containing the letter tiles and held it out for Kim. "Okay. We each need to draw a letter to see who goes first."
Kim pulls a "Z." Of course, figures.
Kerry pulls an "A." "Okay. I'm first. I'll keep the 'A.' Do you want to keep your 'Z?'
Kim places the 'Z' back in the pouch. "No way!"
"Do you want to keep score?"
"No, I try to avoid math whenever I can. So, please, you do it."
Kerry smiled as she reviewed her tiles. "Okay, I'll open. 'ESCROW.' Double letter on the 'W.' 8. 9. 10. 13. 14. 15. Double word score. That's 30 points."
30 points. Wow! Kim rubbed her forehead as she looked over her titles. "Hmmm… all I have are consonants… give me a sec?"
"Take your time. This isn't a timed game. I'm going to grab another cup of coffee while you think." Kerry picked up her Scrabble rack and disappeared into the kitchen.
"Do you want another cup?" Kerry asked from the kitchen.
No response.
Kerry walked back into the living room carrying a hot cup of Joe. "Kim?"
"Huh?"
Kerry, after walking back into the kitchen, returned carrying her rack and sat back down.
Kim looked up. "What?"
"I asked if you'd like another cup of coffee?" Kerry took a sip.
"Um… no. No, thanks." Kim began to put tiles down. "Okay… off the 'C,' 'CAB.' Double Letter Score on the 'A.' 2. 5. 8. 8 points."
All this time and she comes up with 'CAB?' She's just so adorable. Kerry put down her coffee mug and immediately put down titles. "Off the 'W.' 'WAGGLE.' 4. 5. 7. 9. 10. 11. Double Word Score. That's 22 points."
"Off the 'E.' 'PEN.' Double on the 'P' and the 'N.' That's 9 points.
"Well, why don't you do it off the 'E' in 'WAGGLE' instead. That would give you 10 points instead of 9."
"Oh… yeah." Kim sighed.
As Kerry moved the tiles for Kim, Kim glanced at the score pad. She already has 52 points; I have 19. Oh, boy. It's gonna be a loooong night.
Don't take my spot. Don't take my spot.
"Hhhmm… oooh… hee… off the 'O.' 'ONYX.' Triple on the 'X.' So that's 24. 28. 29. 30. 30 points." Kerry smiled proudly. I love when small words bring big points.
Excellent. She didn't take my spot.
Kim proudly laid her tiles down. 'MADONNA.'
"Kim, the Universal Scrabble Code, Section 5, Subsection A, Paragraph 12, clearly states: 'No Proper Nouns.'"
Yeah, I love Bugs Bunny. I love the anarchy, my ass! "Are you kidding?"
"No, I'm not. Kim, the rules are no proper nouns."
Kim shook her head as she picked up her illegal tiles. I hate this fucking game.
Kerry reviewed her calculation. "Minus 8 for you, since you didn't use your 'V,' 'C' and 'N.' Add that to my score. I used all my letters so I have no deductions. That leaves me with a grand total of 287 and your grand total is 170."
Kim dejected, mustered, "Wow. That's really impressive, Kerry!"
"Thanks." Kerry was beaming. "Well, I play every chance I get. At least once every two weeks. I call friends over."
"You have Scrabble pick up games?"
"Pick up games?" Kerry crinkled her nose not understanding the question.
"Never mind. It's a basketball reference."
"W-w-well, ya know, 170 is nothing to be shy about. That's a great score."
"Yeah, actually, it is the highest I've ever scored. Ever. And it would have been higher but I just had bad luck not having any vowels to work with." Kim sighed. "How about we change some of the rules?"
"Change the rules of Scrabble?"
Kim held her large pornhands up. "Kerry relax… I'm not changing the rules just augmenting them. You feel like learning Scrabble with a spin?"
Kerry nodded slowly. "Wait. Before you tell me, I want to put on some background noise." Kerry walked back to the entertainment center. Kim watched Kerry skillfully juggle three remote controls and return to the table.
Kim heard the piano stylings of Harry Connick, Jr. 'It Had To Be You' filled the room. Kim smiled. "Ooooh, 'When Harry Met Sally.' This is one of my all time favorites, Kerry. Ever!"
Kerry smiled at the validation. "It's a great background movie. Bugs requires that I sit in front of the television and watch it because it's so visual. But this… I can just leave this movie on repeat and have it play all day, all night long. It's mindless, sweet and fun." Kerry took another sip of coffee. "So, tell me about this 'new' Scrabble. I'm ready."
"Great. It's Strip Scrabble."
"How does that work?" Kerry inquired both anticipatory and scared of the response.
"Well… every time you put down and use an 'E' in a word, you must take off a piece of clothing."
"Why 'E'?"
"Because it's the letter with the most tiles. 'E' has twelve tiles. Are you game?"
Kerry never one to shy away from a challenge, agreed. Damn you, Weaver, and your competitive nature. Shit, do I even have twelve pieces of clothing on? Hhhmmm… 2 socks… pants… underwear… bra… shirt…
Kim, trying to suppress a grin, announced, "I'll go first since you went first the last game. 'NAME.' There. Just to let you know that I'm serious about this whole strip scrabble thing, I'll voluntarily take something off first.
Kim takes her watch off.
"Your watch? Kim, a watch is not a piece of clothing."
"Sure it is."
"Kim, the sheer breakdown of the word 'clothing' screams 'made of cloth.' A watch is an accessory; not a piece of clothing."
"My game. My rules. A watch is clothing. Anything you're wearing counts. That's the way it was during Strip Go Fish in grade school and during Strip Poker in Med school. I stand by those rules."
"AUDIT. Great word, Kerry. That's 25 points." Kim shook her head. FUCK! Just how many words are there that don't have a fucking 'E' in it?
"Yeah, but I'm still losing. I have 101 and you have 179." Kerry smiled knowing that she was winning the "real" game. So far, Kerry has only taken off both earrings, despite pulling three 'E's from the start of the game and five in total. Kim, on the other hand, sat watchless, sandleless and earringless.
Kerry smiled. I love this game. Or now at least I love this version also. Heh. Well, only because I'm winning, at least in the strip part. Heh.
Kim looked over her tiles. Fuck! Why didn't I have these tiles the last game? The only thing I have is 'FEATHER.' And that's two more 'E's.'
"Oooooooh, 'FEATHER.' Good Word, Kim." Heh. That's two more Es. "Two more pieces of clothing please."
I fucking hate this game. Hhhmm, I am all out of accessories. Kim thought, as she did a quick inventory of her remaining clothing.
Kerry smiled. Heh. Finally. She has to take off some real clothing now.
How come every time I suggest playing this game, I'm always the only one that ends up naked? I hate this game. Look at Kerry. Smiling up a storm. Fully clothed. That little vixen. Kim sighed as she thought of what to take off. Well I might as well make the most of this. Kim began to slowly unbutton her oxford shirt. She always loved watching other women watch her getting undressed. Kim dipped her head and looked at Kerry.
And Kerry was an appreciative audience. Kerry's mouth remained gaped open as she stared. Kim was careful to not allow her shirt to open fully. She wanted to delay Kerry's view as long as possible. Prolong the tease.
Last Button. Kim finally opened her shirt and flung it off her shoulders enough to reveal her breasts. As Kerry gasped, Kim paused the action to unbutton her sleeve buttons. She continued as she slowly allowed the shirt to continue to fall down her back. Kim reached behind her and thrusted her chest outward as she unfastened her bra. She slid it off and flung it at Kerry. It landed on Kerry's head.
Kerry looked upward admiring her new hat. She cleared her throat. "I guess it's my turn to play a word." But Kerry couldn't concentrate. She glanced back and forth from her Scrabble rack to Kim's naked full one.
Kim shivered. "I'm starting to feel chilled."
"Oh no. Then let's get you in front of the fireplace."
Kerry led Kim back to the living room and to the fireplace, which had been burning since Kim arrived. Kerry continued on, walked behind the couch to an old wooded chest and grabbed a quilt. As she laid it in front of the fireplace, Kim tended to the fire.
"Starting to feel warmer?"
They both sat on the quilt.
"Slowly but surely." Kim was still shivering.
Kerry inched closer to Kim and rubbed both her arms.
"Thanks. Much Better." Kim closed her eyes, enjoying the moment. The feel of Kerry's hands on her body, albeit just on her arms, was an incredible sensation.
Kerry listened to the crackling of the fire and When Harry Met Sally softly playing in the background as she leaned her head on Kim's shoulder.
"I'm scared, Kim." Kerry whispered.
"Me too." Kim responded, knowing exactly to what Kerry was referring.
"I've never done this before." Kerry continued.
"Me too… um… I mean… right… well, it's been a long time for me too, Kerry, if it will make you feel better… anyway, it's like riding a bike…."
Kerry turned to look at Kim. "Shouldn't I be saying that to you?"
Kim chuckled and turned to look at Kerry. She watched the reflection of the fire dancing in Kerry's eyes. "Kerry, I… um… I… really like you a lot. I mean I… really care for you, Ker."
Kerry smiled shyly, knowing what Kim was attempting to say. "Me too, Kim."
"I-I-I mean…"
Kerry quickly put her hand over Kim's mouth. Kerry nodded. "Kim," she whispered. "I know." Kerry leaned in and hugged Kim. As she snuggled her head against Kim's neck, she took a deep breath of Kim's almost worn-off perfume. Kerry could feel Kim's quickened breathing. She lifted her head, reached up to put her hand on the back of Kim's neck, and pulled Kim towards her.
Kerry's tongue danced exploring Kim's mouth. The faint taste of coffee. Tender. Soft. Different, but good. Actually, different, but great. Electric.
Kim ran her hands down Kerry's back, stopping at the top of her pants. After grabbing a belt loop in each hand, Kim gently pulled Kerry on top of her as she carefully laid the both of them on the down quilt.
Kerry forged on with her discovery as she placed her right leg between Kim's, almost securing her position. She went back to Kim's neck. Nibbling. Gently kissing up the side of her neck. Sucking on her ears. "Oh, Kim," she whispered into them. Licking. She continued to climb up the tall blonde. Kerry held Kim's face in her hands and kissed Kim's closed eyelids.
Kim reveled in the newness of it all as she pulled Kerry's shirt from underneath her pants. Back. Strong. Kim continued feeling up Kerry's back. "I don't want to be the only one topless here. It's not fair."
Kerry lifted herself off Kim long and high enough allowing Kim to slip her shirt and bra off and over her head. Kerry placed her palms on the quilt to support her as she pushed off Kim once again.
"God, Kerry, you're stunning. The way the light hits your face. You're glowing. The way you're looking at me… right now. And your smile. You're taking my breath away." Kim reached up to cup Kerry's cheek. Kerry closed her eyes and turned her head to kiss Kim's palm.
Wanting to close the gap between them and continue the exploration, Kim gently pulled Kerry to her as the grandfather clock signaled midnight.
Kerry looked at her sleeping Amazon. Kerry smiled at the image – picturing Kim in a warrior uniform complete with steel breastplates. This woman. This woman just walks into my life less than 7 months ago and look how she's affected me, changed me.
With her eyes, Kerry traced Kim's face. God, she's so beautiful. Wait, beautiful isn't enough. Not for Kim. She's… With that mid-thought, Kim began to stir. Kerry's heart paused as she wondered if Kim was able to hear her thoughts. Silly, of course not.Kerry shook off the impossibility as Kim began to open her eyes.
In the background, "When Harry Met Sally" continued to play. Kerry's favorite scene was about to begin. Kerry sat up, hugged her bent legs, and leaned her chin on her knees. One of the movie's final scenes. New Years Eve. After finally realizing that he loves Sally, Harry runs down the streets of Manhattan to find Sally at a party. It is about to strike midnight. Harry finds his love and recites his monologue, "… I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
Kerry turned back and looked at Kim. They both smiled lovingly at each other knowing last night wasn't a mistake.
Yup, this feels different. Fuck Karen's spreadsheet. Kim rolled over onto her side and propped her head up with her hand.
"What's Up, Doc?" Kim mustered, in her sexy morning voice.
Kerry smiled, laid back down and mirrored Kim as she rolled to her side, propping her head up in her hand. She exhaled slowly. Finally! A person who quoted Bugs Bunny to her. Kerry leaned in and kissed Kim. Hmmm… our first morning kiss. And with a big smile on her face, Kerry replied, "What's Up, Doc?"
They kissed again celebrating the beginning of their first full day together.