Disclaimer : These characters do not belong to me. This is the second part of my Carter/Kerry fanfics. I suggest reading the first one if you already haven't. I hope you enjoy!
A week later, Carter moved into Kerry's basement. For the first time in months, he was happy. Work was going well - Carter has a new found respect for what he does. He no longer has to deal with Gamma's nagging, and he has a good friend in Kerry. Even without a girlfriend, Carter is content. "Carter, help me with this salad please," Kerry calls from the kitchen as Carter comes in the front door. He goes to the kitchen and starts cutting the lettace. "How's the hospital?" Kerry asks. "Fine." Kerry sighs. Carter was in another one of his 'I don't want to talk' moods. So, she gives up and decides to just finish making dinner in silence. After finishing his meal, Carter goes downstairs and lies on his bed, immersed in his own thoughts. Although he was happier, there was still something missing in his life. This had become even more prominent with the steady stream of husbands and wife's that were in the hospital today. A catchy tune seeps through the door, and Carter follows it to the family room. He watches silently as Kerry thumbs through her CD collection, humming to the music. "Carter!" she exclaims as she turns around and jumps. "You scared me." "I'm not a robber!" he says, grinning. "Dance." "What?" Kerry asks, surprised. "Dance with me." Carter repeats, holding out his arms. Kerry lets out a short laugh, but puts down her crutch and goes to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She feels his hands circle her waist easily. Carter smiles at how perfectly his hands fit on her waist. He pulls her closer and starts swaying to the music. "I love this song," Kerry says as a slow, sweet song comes on. "It's beautiful," Carter says, pulling her a little closer. Kerry lets him pull her close. He feels so warm and comfortable and inviting to her. Cautiously, she puts her head on his shoulder. Carter looks down and lifts her chin to him. He sees that she's crying slightly. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. It's just . . . old memories." "Shh, forget memories. Just be here, now, with me." She smiles at that. "Okay." Carter wipes away her tears with his thumb, feeling her shiver slightly under his touch. He leans down and kisses her tears lightly. He stops, waiting for her to stop him, but she doesn't. So, he leans down and kisses her tears again. Kerry's completely surprised with herself. This is Carter. How could she be doing this? But, the feel of his lips on her skin is wonderful. She craves for his lips to find hers. Amazed, Carter realizes that Kerry might let him kiss her deeper. He brushes his lips against hers, and is surprised at how good it feels. This time, he kisses her a bit deeper, letting his lips linger on hers. Finally, his lips find hers for good. He kisses her passionately, noting how wonderful she tastes. Kerry lets herself melt into him, her tongue twisting with his. When they finally pull apart, gasping for air, Kerry smiles, and puts her head on his shoulder. "We shouldn't be doing this." "I know," he answers. The music becomes faster paced, and Carter dances with her across the family room, picking up speed. Kerry laughs as she lets him swing her about. Suddenly, her hip flares up in pain and she yells out. Carter stops instantly and looks down at her. "What's wrong?" He asks, worry filling his eyes and his voice. She just looks up at him, tears flowing freely from her eyes, unable to speak for the pain. She grasps her hip with her hand. Carter picks her up and puts her on the couch, massaging her hip. "Here?" he asks. Kerry nods, and takes deep breaths as the pain subsides. "There's tylenol . . . in . . . kitchen." Carter quickly gets her the tylenol, and Kerry's pain begins to ebb away. "Does this happen often?" Carter asks, nervously looking down at her. "No, not often. But it's been worse lately. I've just been overworked, that's all. It'll be fine once I rest." "You sure?" She gives him a reassuring smile. "Yes. Stop worrying" "Well, I'm going to sleep up here on the other couch for tonight." "No you're not. That couch isn't very comfortable." "I don't care. I want to be here in case anything happens." "You worry too much," Kerry says, but takes the blanket he gives her and is secretly relieved when he lays down on the couch and turns out the lights. Thanks for reading. Please review, and I'll post the next part soon. Thanks, Mara
