Summary: What if something totally different was going through the mind of Abby during the 20 second stare in The Letter?
Rating: Somewhere between PG and PG-13
Spoilers: I'm reconfiguring The Letter, but most all of it
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the ER characters, so please don't sue me
Author's Notes: This first chapter is short, mainly because I don't know how it will go over. It's a different twist to the episode. Please review and tell me what you think and if I should go ahead with this idea. Also, ------- indicates a change in POV, all POV is done in Carter or Abby.
No title as of yet
One single water droplet fell from the black sky that loomed over our heads, breaking me out of the trance that was hanging between us, thick with anticipation and wanting. Our eyes were locked together, the intensity so strong, it crackled. Words seemed pointless at this time, one move was all it took.
Was I willing to make that move? But more than that, follow through after it?
A million thoughts seem to be running all around, crashing into one another and meshing together, nothing understandable anymore. All coherent thoughts gone.
Her hand glides to my face, studying me, her eyebrow raised. Her eyes pierce mine, stinging to the very core of my being.
"You okay?"
I blink, as if the attempt would clear my mind from the clutter that lingered behind my skull. I swallow as her emotional grasp on me tightens, and my throat constricts. This was her effect on me, and I couldn't do a single thing about it.
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Slowly but surely, I'm realizing how badly Carter has it for me. So what if I play the game for at least a little while? Things could get interesting if only he would make the move. And he will.
I smile inwardly and applaud myself for the feeling I had on him. I could play this game and I was going to have fun, he had no idea what he had put me through emotionally. I would just have to let him know about a few things. I'm going to play this game, and play it well.
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My gaze tears away from her eyes, resting her lips, turned slightly in a pout, making them even more irresistible. Her hand gently caresses my cheek, her smooth hand grazing over my rough 5 o'clock shadow. I close my eyes for a split second, trying to regain conscience.
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His head dips slightly, I could no longer read his eyes. But I knew what he was thinking. "I can't kiss her, it wouldn't be right." He looks up slowly, our eyes meet, silence ensues. I curse silently and ignore the fact that he was supposed to make the first move. Quickly, I duck my head, allowing our mouths to meet.
I flutter my eyelids and watch as a slight blush crosses over his features as his gaze falls from mine. I was reeling him in, he was taking the bait, and I was planning on running with it.
To be continued..............................................................
