"Thanks for dinner," Abby remarked shyly as they returned inside. The door opened slowly, allowing them to walk in. She smiled downward to the floor, too bashful to show her giddiness.
"No problem," he said, then added with a laugh, "thanks for coming."
She nodded and closed her eyes as he came toward her. He kissed her gently and smiled, his lips still against hers. She smiled as well. Both of their heads bent automatically, mechanically, and their foreheads met. He looked up to see her looking at him, and grinned.
"Nervous, still?" he asked tenderly, his voice against her face.
She shook her head, and with the same tone, answered, "No."
"Me, either," he said. The quiet - it was tranquil, but suspenseful. They were both longing for each other at the same time. They both realized it. With the tip of their heads still together at the top, his smile slowly faded. She acted as he, and moved her hands around his waist. With a sigh, she watched him blink before doing the same to her.
Their heads separated, and he reached for her face. Her eyes shut again, and he pulled her to a sweet kiss. She hooked her arms around her neck and kissed him back. His hands were all over her back, now, and running up through her hair. She sighed again against his lips and kissed him harder.
He was a little taken back by this move, but he didn't know if he was surprised. One thing was for sure, he wasn't disappointed. Or nervous.
They pulled apart. She was breathing slightly louder. He probably was as well, but distracted himself with a strand of hair in front of her eyes. He pulled it out of the way and kissed her jaw. When he came away from her, he saw that her eyes were closed, still longingly adoring his touch.
"I've got an early shift," he said. "I think I need to get home so I get up early."
She nodded. "What time are you on?"
"Seven." He looked at his hands. "Don't know what I did to deserve it."
She smiled. "I'm on at seven, too."
She was suggesting something. He smiled. "Really?"
"Yeah," she said. "If you want, you can stay here tonight. Just so we can walk to work tomorrow, um, together."
He was still grinning. "I'd like that," he said. He took his coat off. "But I don't have clothes here." He had just realized that. He was too caught by her words that he hadn't noticed the fact.
"Oh," she said. "True."
"Ah, well," he shrugged. "I have a lot of blue shirts and black ties. What are they going start expecting?"
She smiled broadly. She was immediate bit her lip, blushing and shrugged. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he whispered. "But we got like five hours to get some sleep, you know - "
"What?" she gasped. She ran over to him and picked up his wrist to see his watch. "Oh, my God, it's already one?"
"Obviously."
She laughed. "I have to get some sleep. Come on."
She began pulling him toward her room, but he stopped her. "Shouldn't I sleep on the couch?"
"Why?" she stammered.
"I don't know," he said. "Because it's polite?"
She shook her head with a smile. "Come on."
He laughed and went after her, as she was already on her way to her room. He was sitting on the bed, when she came into the room with her pajamas on. He smiled as she made her way to the bed, pulling the covers down for the both of them.
She turned the light off, taking herself to the door's neighboring switch before returning to the bed. She then proceeded to the lamp on the nightstand. The small light made the room romantically dim, and she smiled at him one last time before kissing him gently. Carter watched every move she made from the door to the bed and finally when she turned off the lamp again.
"I gotta take off my shirt," he said.
"It's warm in here," she said. "That's the reason I'm wearing a lighter shirt. Something with furnace. Full blast all the time."
"I see," he said. He struggled to take it off in the dark and let it to the floor. He fell back into the bed and yawned. He felt her against him, nestling into his chest. She kissed him once again.
"Couldn't resist," she mentioned with a giggle, while she pulled away.
"They why are you sleeping so far away?" he laughed.
"Because it's hot in here."
"Aha," he said.
"Good night," she said. She sighed and turned to her side. After a second she groaned and began messing with the sheets.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"It's too hot in here," she answered. "I don't want any of these blankets. I'm just gonna sleep on top of them. Sorry, if I took any of yours."
"You didn't," he said. "Sounds like a good idea, though." He began to pull his legs out from under as well. "Feels better."
"Yeah," she said. "Night."
"Night."
Silence again in the dark. There was a stripe of light sliding through the window above the headboard. It was across her bare legs. He found himself wanting to touch her again, but he just smiled. He turned to his side and fell asleep before he could think about anything else. However, subconsciously, Abby was still right beside him.
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About the whole love thing, not that it makes a difference, but I guess there's a slight chance that you can fall in love with someone if you've known them all your life and everything. Nothing against the writers who believe otherwise; you're writing is what matters on this site, and not your views on everything, really.
In a way, saying "I love you" for the first time is kind of romantic. I'll just keep at that on my side. ;)
Thanks for the kind reviews!! I'm taking a break. I'll be going to Chicago to do some research for my fics. While only 14, I wanna see the Windy City again. It's my second favorite place on earth.
-me
"No problem," he said, then added with a laugh, "thanks for coming."
She nodded and closed her eyes as he came toward her. He kissed her gently and smiled, his lips still against hers. She smiled as well. Both of their heads bent automatically, mechanically, and their foreheads met. He looked up to see her looking at him, and grinned.
"Nervous, still?" he asked tenderly, his voice against her face.
She shook her head, and with the same tone, answered, "No."
"Me, either," he said. The quiet - it was tranquil, but suspenseful. They were both longing for each other at the same time. They both realized it. With the tip of their heads still together at the top, his smile slowly faded. She acted as he, and moved her hands around his waist. With a sigh, she watched him blink before doing the same to her.
Their heads separated, and he reached for her face. Her eyes shut again, and he pulled her to a sweet kiss. She hooked her arms around her neck and kissed him back. His hands were all over her back, now, and running up through her hair. She sighed again against his lips and kissed him harder.
He was a little taken back by this move, but he didn't know if he was surprised. One thing was for sure, he wasn't disappointed. Or nervous.
They pulled apart. She was breathing slightly louder. He probably was as well, but distracted himself with a strand of hair in front of her eyes. He pulled it out of the way and kissed her jaw. When he came away from her, he saw that her eyes were closed, still longingly adoring his touch.
"I've got an early shift," he said. "I think I need to get home so I get up early."
She nodded. "What time are you on?"
"Seven." He looked at his hands. "Don't know what I did to deserve it."
She smiled. "I'm on at seven, too."
She was suggesting something. He smiled. "Really?"
"Yeah," she said. "If you want, you can stay here tonight. Just so we can walk to work tomorrow, um, together."
He was still grinning. "I'd like that," he said. He took his coat off. "But I don't have clothes here." He had just realized that. He was too caught by her words that he hadn't noticed the fact.
"Oh," she said. "True."
"Ah, well," he shrugged. "I have a lot of blue shirts and black ties. What are they going start expecting?"
She smiled broadly. She was immediate bit her lip, blushing and shrugged. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he whispered. "But we got like five hours to get some sleep, you know - "
"What?" she gasped. She ran over to him and picked up his wrist to see his watch. "Oh, my God, it's already one?"
"Obviously."
She laughed. "I have to get some sleep. Come on."
She began pulling him toward her room, but he stopped her. "Shouldn't I sleep on the couch?"
"Why?" she stammered.
"I don't know," he said. "Because it's polite?"
She shook her head with a smile. "Come on."
He laughed and went after her, as she was already on her way to her room. He was sitting on the bed, when she came into the room with her pajamas on. He smiled as she made her way to the bed, pulling the covers down for the both of them.
She turned the light off, taking herself to the door's neighboring switch before returning to the bed. She then proceeded to the lamp on the nightstand. The small light made the room romantically dim, and she smiled at him one last time before kissing him gently. Carter watched every move she made from the door to the bed and finally when she turned off the lamp again.
"I gotta take off my shirt," he said.
"It's warm in here," she said. "That's the reason I'm wearing a lighter shirt. Something with furnace. Full blast all the time."
"I see," he said. He struggled to take it off in the dark and let it to the floor. He fell back into the bed and yawned. He felt her against him, nestling into his chest. She kissed him once again.
"Couldn't resist," she mentioned with a giggle, while she pulled away.
"They why are you sleeping so far away?" he laughed.
"Because it's hot in here."
"Aha," he said.
"Good night," she said. She sighed and turned to her side. After a second she groaned and began messing with the sheets.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"It's too hot in here," she answered. "I don't want any of these blankets. I'm just gonna sleep on top of them. Sorry, if I took any of yours."
"You didn't," he said. "Sounds like a good idea, though." He began to pull his legs out from under as well. "Feels better."
"Yeah," she said. "Night."
"Night."
Silence again in the dark. There was a stripe of light sliding through the window above the headboard. It was across her bare legs. He found himself wanting to touch her again, but he just smiled. He turned to his side and fell asleep before he could think about anything else. However, subconsciously, Abby was still right beside him.
--
About the whole love thing, not that it makes a difference, but I guess there's a slight chance that you can fall in love with someone if you've known them all your life and everything. Nothing against the writers who believe otherwise; you're writing is what matters on this site, and not your views on everything, really.
In a way, saying "I love you" for the first time is kind of romantic. I'll just keep at that on my side. ;)
Thanks for the kind reviews!! I'm taking a break. I'll be going to Chicago to do some research for my fics. While only 14, I wanna see the Windy City again. It's my second favorite place on earth.
-me