Thanks for all the great reviews - again!
Here goes. I'm going to try and get this one to line up with my others, I mean, get them all up to the same number of chapters. But not now because I'm too tired and my brother wants me to go and watch Harry Potter. :-/
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Hand in hand, they left the station. Carter was aware of her hand against his at all times. It was the way his skin felt against hers. It was unthinkable; it was a feeling he couldn't believe. There had always been a connection between them, but now it was indescribably complete. He brought their two hands to his chest and held them there for an instant before dropping it back to his side. She sighed happily and leaned into his side.
They walked this way for a few minutes. All the while, they stayed silent. It took a while to believe that the were in fact together. Everything was so fragile, but so strong. Their hands were holding them together physically, but so much more was keeping them together in reality.
They reached her door and he hesitantly released her hand from his. He looked at her eyes, and saw the same reaction in her eyes. He reached down to her level and kissed her sweetly. When they parted, he saw her eyes glittering again. He curled some of her stray tresses safely behind her ear and kissed the top of her head.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said. He smiled and began down the hallway, instantly yearning for her touch.
"John," she whispered.
He turned around to see her. She was still standing in the same spot, staring at the ground. With a bashful grin, his eyes met hers.
"Do you, um," she started, looking up. She tilted her head toward the door and smiled shyly. "Do you want to come inside?"
He smiled again, and eagerly accepted. "Sure," he said quietly with a nod. She held out her hand, which he took and let her lead him inside. The apartment was exactly as he had remembered it. There was *something* different about it, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He set it aside and watched her as she smiled at him and walked to the bedroom.
"I'll be right back," she said. "I just want to, you know, change. My scrubs probably smell." She blushed at her own remark.
He nodded with a smile again. They were both nervous, palpably. He contemplated what to do now, as he waited for her. He finally decided to sit himself onto one of the chairs in the living room. He sank into it, and rested his chin on his hands. He sat in the dim quiet for an minute or two before she came out.
"Back," she said. She was wearing a simple outfit; just a black turtleneck sweater and brown pants. But still, he couldn't help but stare at her.
He admired the way her hair fell onto her shoulders. Natural and physical beauty took him over for second, not knowing that he was sitting there, just looking at her. Staring was more appropriate a word.
"What?" she asked, looking oddly at him. She looked down and smoothed her shirt. "What is it?"
"Oh, um," he said. He stood up and shook his head. "It's just, uh," he stammered. He didn't know why he was nervous. It was Abby. He had been used to feeling this way. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she whispered.
"It's you," he said. "You."
She laughed. "And it's you."
For another thirty seconds, they stared at the other. Both breathing noticeably differently, they smiled at their being weird every so often, until finally Carter edged towards her. She looked tense at the moment and swallowed.
"Sorry," she said.
"What?" he asked, afraid of her turning him down. He wanted to be with her tonight, even if it meant just standing next to her -
"I'm just really nervous," she admitted. He noticed she was knotting her hands together, over and over again. As always. "Aren't you?" She cocked her head and looked deeper into his eyes.
He nodded, but his mind didn't control it. He was still looking at her eyes, and then tracing the locks of brown hair falling around her. She breathed out again and put her arms around his neck.
"I have a feeling I'll get over it, though," she said, sweetly.
Carter nodded again. "Me, too." He put his arms around her waist, and for a second they stood there. Just watching, as they had done countless times.
He bent down to kiss her. She saw him going, and didn't hesitate to join him. She lifted her head up and met his lips. It was, again, magic. Amazing, it was the way the connected.
His hands were through her hair. About her back and on her neck again. She hugged him tighter. When they finally parted, he looked at her and said,
"I think I feel better now."
She nodded. "Me, too." She laughed a little, smiling as Carter did the same. He kissed her again, shorter than the last, but with every bit of feeling as the last.
"I'm hungry," Carter giggled. "Are you?"
She nodded with a strong smile. "Do you wanna order or something, or go out?"
"Let's go out," he said. "Come on."
She smiled again and held up one finger. "One second. I need my coat."
He watched her walk away. He was overjoyed. And it didn't feel odd. He had always heard people mentioning the way they felt about other people. The "love" between them. He didn't believe them. How could you feel that strongly? It existed only in fairy tales.
He wasn't in love with Abby. They had just started going out. Just half an hour ago. But, he knew that she was the real deal. He felt so different about her.
As she came back toward him, he felt a shiver up his spine. She lifted her hair out of her coat and walked to him. He put his hand around her waist and guided her out the door.
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I always read Carby fics. They're the best. But, I always read that as soon as they're together, they're in love. No offense to those wonderful writers who do that, but I think that love takes time to blossom. I'm only 14 and all, but I think that's how it goes. So, don't take it as a negative sign when it says that he wasn't in love with her. Because he isn't. Yet. ;)
-me
Here goes. I'm going to try and get this one to line up with my others, I mean, get them all up to the same number of chapters. But not now because I'm too tired and my brother wants me to go and watch Harry Potter. :-/
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Hand in hand, they left the station. Carter was aware of her hand against his at all times. It was the way his skin felt against hers. It was unthinkable; it was a feeling he couldn't believe. There had always been a connection between them, but now it was indescribably complete. He brought their two hands to his chest and held them there for an instant before dropping it back to his side. She sighed happily and leaned into his side.
They walked this way for a few minutes. All the while, they stayed silent. It took a while to believe that the were in fact together. Everything was so fragile, but so strong. Their hands were holding them together physically, but so much more was keeping them together in reality.
They reached her door and he hesitantly released her hand from his. He looked at her eyes, and saw the same reaction in her eyes. He reached down to her level and kissed her sweetly. When they parted, he saw her eyes glittering again. He curled some of her stray tresses safely behind her ear and kissed the top of her head.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said. He smiled and began down the hallway, instantly yearning for her touch.
"John," she whispered.
He turned around to see her. She was still standing in the same spot, staring at the ground. With a bashful grin, his eyes met hers.
"Do you, um," she started, looking up. She tilted her head toward the door and smiled shyly. "Do you want to come inside?"
He smiled again, and eagerly accepted. "Sure," he said quietly with a nod. She held out her hand, which he took and let her lead him inside. The apartment was exactly as he had remembered it. There was *something* different about it, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He set it aside and watched her as she smiled at him and walked to the bedroom.
"I'll be right back," she said. "I just want to, you know, change. My scrubs probably smell." She blushed at her own remark.
He nodded with a smile again. They were both nervous, palpably. He contemplated what to do now, as he waited for her. He finally decided to sit himself onto one of the chairs in the living room. He sank into it, and rested his chin on his hands. He sat in the dim quiet for an minute or two before she came out.
"Back," she said. She was wearing a simple outfit; just a black turtleneck sweater and brown pants. But still, he couldn't help but stare at her.
He admired the way her hair fell onto her shoulders. Natural and physical beauty took him over for second, not knowing that he was sitting there, just looking at her. Staring was more appropriate a word.
"What?" she asked, looking oddly at him. She looked down and smoothed her shirt. "What is it?"
"Oh, um," he said. He stood up and shook his head. "It's just, uh," he stammered. He didn't know why he was nervous. It was Abby. He had been used to feeling this way. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she whispered.
"It's you," he said. "You."
She laughed. "And it's you."
For another thirty seconds, they stared at the other. Both breathing noticeably differently, they smiled at their being weird every so often, until finally Carter edged towards her. She looked tense at the moment and swallowed.
"Sorry," she said.
"What?" he asked, afraid of her turning him down. He wanted to be with her tonight, even if it meant just standing next to her -
"I'm just really nervous," she admitted. He noticed she was knotting her hands together, over and over again. As always. "Aren't you?" She cocked her head and looked deeper into his eyes.
He nodded, but his mind didn't control it. He was still looking at her eyes, and then tracing the locks of brown hair falling around her. She breathed out again and put her arms around his neck.
"I have a feeling I'll get over it, though," she said, sweetly.
Carter nodded again. "Me, too." He put his arms around her waist, and for a second they stood there. Just watching, as they had done countless times.
He bent down to kiss her. She saw him going, and didn't hesitate to join him. She lifted her head up and met his lips. It was, again, magic. Amazing, it was the way the connected.
His hands were through her hair. About her back and on her neck again. She hugged him tighter. When they finally parted, he looked at her and said,
"I think I feel better now."
She nodded. "Me, too." She laughed a little, smiling as Carter did the same. He kissed her again, shorter than the last, but with every bit of feeling as the last.
"I'm hungry," Carter giggled. "Are you?"
She nodded with a strong smile. "Do you wanna order or something, or go out?"
"Let's go out," he said. "Come on."
She smiled again and held up one finger. "One second. I need my coat."
He watched her walk away. He was overjoyed. And it didn't feel odd. He had always heard people mentioning the way they felt about other people. The "love" between them. He didn't believe them. How could you feel that strongly? It existed only in fairy tales.
He wasn't in love with Abby. They had just started going out. Just half an hour ago. But, he knew that she was the real deal. He felt so different about her.
As she came back toward him, he felt a shiver up his spine. She lifted her hair out of her coat and walked to him. He put his hand around her waist and guided her out the door.
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I always read Carby fics. They're the best. But, I always read that as soon as they're together, they're in love. No offense to those wonderful writers who do that, but I think that love takes time to blossom. I'm only 14 and all, but I think that's how it goes. So, don't take it as a negative sign when it says that he wasn't in love with her. Because he isn't. Yet. ;)
-me