This Is How You Remind Me (Part 4)
On their way home from the meeting the ride was silent. Abby felt a blanket of peace had been draped around her shoulders and she savored the calm feeling in her stomach, her soul. Carter flipped around the radio stations and then decided to pop on his favorite David Gray album "White Ladder". " I love this album." Abby sighed, "He writes such excellent lyrics"
"Yeah he's amazing," agreed Carter. He glanced over at her as she gazed dreamily out the window. His heart swelled. He was glad she was feeling better, more peaceful, relaxed. He always felt better when she looked that way. They arrived at her apartment building and he went to gather her up once more to carry her up the stairs.
"It's okay I think I can manage walking now." she told him.
He said," Okay then I'll race you, last one up the steps is a rotten egg."
"Funny Carter, very funny" She concentrated on swinging her good foot down onto the ground while bracing all of her body weight on it, and the car door. So far so good. John stood a little way from her, within arms reach. As soon as she swung her bad foot down and tried to stand on it she yelped like a helpless puppy. He caught her up then and told her, "You know, it's a serious bruise, and even if nothing is broken you're going to have to stay off of it until the swelling goes down. I can't carry you everywhere you know, you should call Kerry and let her know you won't be in tomorrow."
"All right, all right. Just get going, I don't want my neighbors to think we've just eloped and you're carrying me over the threshold!"
He laughed out loud, but something in what she had said made both of them blush.
He made their way up the stairs this way and lowered Abby to the keyhole so she could open the door.
As she twisted the handle he softly kicked the door open and stepped inside then kicking it closed.
"Wait Carter, my bag." she said
He had closed the door on her bag and the strap was tangling around her neck, he couldn't help laughing.
"Again, very funny Carter, you're a real comedian today." He swung her up toward his chest and turned around to unloosen the strap from behind the door. Her face was against his shoulder and she felt like a baby being burped. As he swung back around kicking the door closed again, he didn't mind her foot, and it got slammed. She screamed a muffled cry of anguish and bit him on the shoulder in her blinding pain. Now he was the one crying out and he stumbled over to the couch she resting in his lap, the two of them moaning.
"Oh god, I am so sorry are you okay? Let me see your foot.."
He was interrupted by her," I can't believe I just bit you, but the pain was just excruciating. Your shoulder!"
They were both equally mortified. Their embarrassment outweighed the momentary pain.
He examined her foot, as she moved the collar of his shirt aside and looked at the bite mark." Well no blood here," he said," How bout there?" She answered him sheepishly," No blood, but there is a rather huge vampire mark, I didn't break the skin so you won't need a tetanus, and don't worry I'm up to date on all of my rabies shots.." They both laughed, and then realized the position they were in. She took her gaze away from his and went back to examining his shoulder. He directed his attention to rewrapping her foot. Both treated the other's injury with the gentlest touch. He finished first and drew both of her legs closer to his body. She was still looking at the bite mark on his shoulder and touched it gently with her finger. She traced the pattern her teeth had left on his soft skin. "I am so sorry I bit you," she said. " No problem." he answered her softly, running one hand along her legs and tightening his grasp around her waist with the other. She moved more of the fabric of his shirt away from his wound, she found herself caressing the area with both of her hands. She sighed and leaned into him her body enveloped in a sweet state of warmth that she had never felt before. She laid her head against his neck and looked at the bite mark. Leaning forward she kissed it and gently ran her hand down his arm. She felt him go tense at the touch of her lips and then relax all at once. It was as if he were melting underneath her. She tilted her head back to see him and was surprised by the look of fire in his dark eyes. " John.. " she said. He wouldn't let her finish, his burning eyes closed and both of his hands went to her face as he kissed her with all of the passion he felt for her. It had been building up for so long and he felt so grateful this moment had come. One hand on her beautiful cheek and the other at the back of her neck he devoured her, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her soft growls into his throat. She was so happy at this moment; she wished herself a cat so she could purr her happiness into his very soul. She resorted to soft growls and moved her hands from his shoulder to his face, his neck, his hair. She pressed her body against his and felt his arms slip around her waist drawing her in even closer. She was drowning in him, in his smell, in his taste, in his softness. Abby felt tears running down her face and let them flow freely. He stopped to look into her eyes and they both caught their breath in sight of the other. He kissed her tears away and felt his own starting to form. When he looked up at her again her most gorgeous smile showed him that she felt everything that he felt. When his tears started to fall she scooped them up onto her fingertips. She kissed his face, his eyelids, his lips, his neck. There was a strong and vibrant hum running between them and they didn't know who it started from and who would end it. All either of them knew was that they loved the sound of it, their hum, together.
On their way home from the meeting the ride was silent. Abby felt a blanket of peace had been draped around her shoulders and she savored the calm feeling in her stomach, her soul. Carter flipped around the radio stations and then decided to pop on his favorite David Gray album "White Ladder". " I love this album." Abby sighed, "He writes such excellent lyrics"
"Yeah he's amazing," agreed Carter. He glanced over at her as she gazed dreamily out the window. His heart swelled. He was glad she was feeling better, more peaceful, relaxed. He always felt better when she looked that way. They arrived at her apartment building and he went to gather her up once more to carry her up the stairs.
"It's okay I think I can manage walking now." she told him.
He said," Okay then I'll race you, last one up the steps is a rotten egg."
"Funny Carter, very funny" She concentrated on swinging her good foot down onto the ground while bracing all of her body weight on it, and the car door. So far so good. John stood a little way from her, within arms reach. As soon as she swung her bad foot down and tried to stand on it she yelped like a helpless puppy. He caught her up then and told her, "You know, it's a serious bruise, and even if nothing is broken you're going to have to stay off of it until the swelling goes down. I can't carry you everywhere you know, you should call Kerry and let her know you won't be in tomorrow."
"All right, all right. Just get going, I don't want my neighbors to think we've just eloped and you're carrying me over the threshold!"
He laughed out loud, but something in what she had said made both of them blush.
He made their way up the stairs this way and lowered Abby to the keyhole so she could open the door.
As she twisted the handle he softly kicked the door open and stepped inside then kicking it closed.
"Wait Carter, my bag." she said
He had closed the door on her bag and the strap was tangling around her neck, he couldn't help laughing.
"Again, very funny Carter, you're a real comedian today." He swung her up toward his chest and turned around to unloosen the strap from behind the door. Her face was against his shoulder and she felt like a baby being burped. As he swung back around kicking the door closed again, he didn't mind her foot, and it got slammed. She screamed a muffled cry of anguish and bit him on the shoulder in her blinding pain. Now he was the one crying out and he stumbled over to the couch she resting in his lap, the two of them moaning.
"Oh god, I am so sorry are you okay? Let me see your foot.."
He was interrupted by her," I can't believe I just bit you, but the pain was just excruciating. Your shoulder!"
They were both equally mortified. Their embarrassment outweighed the momentary pain.
He examined her foot, as she moved the collar of his shirt aside and looked at the bite mark." Well no blood here," he said," How bout there?" She answered him sheepishly," No blood, but there is a rather huge vampire mark, I didn't break the skin so you won't need a tetanus, and don't worry I'm up to date on all of my rabies shots.." They both laughed, and then realized the position they were in. She took her gaze away from his and went back to examining his shoulder. He directed his attention to rewrapping her foot. Both treated the other's injury with the gentlest touch. He finished first and drew both of her legs closer to his body. She was still looking at the bite mark on his shoulder and touched it gently with her finger. She traced the pattern her teeth had left on his soft skin. "I am so sorry I bit you," she said. " No problem." he answered her softly, running one hand along her legs and tightening his grasp around her waist with the other. She moved more of the fabric of his shirt away from his wound, she found herself caressing the area with both of her hands. She sighed and leaned into him her body enveloped in a sweet state of warmth that she had never felt before. She laid her head against his neck and looked at the bite mark. Leaning forward she kissed it and gently ran her hand down his arm. She felt him go tense at the touch of her lips and then relax all at once. It was as if he were melting underneath her. She tilted her head back to see him and was surprised by the look of fire in his dark eyes. " John.. " she said. He wouldn't let her finish, his burning eyes closed and both of his hands went to her face as he kissed her with all of the passion he felt for her. It had been building up for so long and he felt so grateful this moment had come. One hand on her beautiful cheek and the other at the back of her neck he devoured her, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her soft growls into his throat. She was so happy at this moment; she wished herself a cat so she could purr her happiness into his very soul. She resorted to soft growls and moved her hands from his shoulder to his face, his neck, his hair. She pressed her body against his and felt his arms slip around her waist drawing her in even closer. She was drowning in him, in his smell, in his taste, in his softness. Abby felt tears running down her face and let them flow freely. He stopped to look into her eyes and they both caught their breath in sight of the other. He kissed her tears away and felt his own starting to form. When he looked up at her again her most gorgeous smile showed him that she felt everything that he felt. When his tears started to fall she scooped them up onto her fingertips. She kissed his face, his eyelids, his lips, his neck. There was a strong and vibrant hum running between them and they didn't know who it started from and who would end it. All either of them knew was that they loved the sound of it, their hum, together.