He smiled and looked to his right. Her face was against his chest, breathing into it softly. He remembered all of the other nights, where he'd been with other women. He'd felt great in the morning, usually, but wanted to get up. Even if it was to make her breakfast or to rub her feet or something, he wanted to get up.
But with Abby, he also wanted to lie here with her. She was so perfect. He laughed at the thought of he, John Carter, calling someone perfect. He looked at her, though, and the laughter faded away. He made her comfortable. He wasn't nervous. Last night was the most wonderful thing between them, because it had been just like every other situation between them. It was tender, soft, and they took it slow. Both were nervous, sure, but they had had a rocky history.
He breathed out lightly, making her stir. He rubbed his thumb over her shoulder, easing her back into sleep for her sake. She shifted a little, then looked up to see him. He smiled, as she did and kissed her nose.
"Good morning," he said. "How are you?"
She nodded, kissing his chin. "Great. You?"
"Same," he whispered. He reached down again and kissed her. It was soft again. It wasn't awkward anymore. He loved this, being in a fun relationship. But it was a relationship. And for once he wasn't so afraid.
"I want to lie like this," she said. "I love this."
He laughed and wrapped his arms around her under the sheet. He embraced the feel of her bare skin against his and smiled. "I was thinking the same thing."
She put her face into his neck and kissed it. "Last night was..." She laughed at her loss of words.
"It was," he said with a small chuckle himself. He couldn't believe how free he felt. Free, happy, excited: it was Abby he was with.
"We make a good couple," she said nervously, "don't we?"
He was astonished by her sudden anxiousness. She looked up at him, her eyebrows arched, depicting her feelings.
"I think so," he laughed. "Why?"
She eased into a smile and closed her eyes, hugging him to her. "I just wanted to know if you felt the same. 'Cause I kinda like you."
"I kinda like you, too," he laughed. He kissed her forehead and left his lips against it for a minute. His hands were still around the waist of the woman beside him. He could mumble on about her for hours, forever. It was the most wonderful thing to be with her. He couldn't imagine being without her, without that feeling. Like elastic. They were inseparable.
"So," she said with a smile to the ceiling. "We can be open with this? We don't have to hide it."
He shook his head and smiled. "No. I'm glad."
"Me, too," Abby said.
His pager went off from the room, where his pants had been tossed from the night before. He bent slightly, lifting it from the ground. With a smile on his face, recognizing Abby's hand on his chest, he turned the pager over and read the screen.
When his frown appeared, Abby came closer to him. Her body was up against his, softly pressing to him. "What is it?"
He shook his head and chuckled a little. "Weaver wants me."
"No," she whined. She smiled and snuggled up to him. "Do you have to?"
"Yeah," he laughed. "Yeah, kind of." He got up from the bed and looked back at her. She was sprawled over his previous resting spot, with her cheek propped on her hand.
She smiled. He smiled back, then ran to her to kiss her. She laughed as they did, and touched the back of his head lovingly. He pulled away slowly. She immediately returned to his lips and touched them with a gentle finger. She smiled ever broader and went to kiss him. "Have fun then."
"I will." He curled hair behind her ear as he said, "But I'll miss you more."
"I'll miss you," she said. "For an hour. I'm on soon."
He laughed. "Then we are making a big deal out of it, right?" He started pulling on his pants now.
She pulled on a longer shirt from a drawer next to the bed. She smiled, her hair messed as her head came through. "With you? I don't think so."
He laughed and jumped onto the bed.
"What are you doing, John?"
"The movie/television thing," he laughed. "You know, where they hop on the bed and tickle the girlfriend while she screams?"
"I don't do that," she laughed.
"Oh," he said, tickling her all the same.
--
"Hey, Abby," Susan called.
She turned around to Susan, coming her way. Susan looked at her and opened her mouth slowly.
"Abby," she said, "I just wanted to say congratulations with you and John."
"Oh," Abby whispered, looking down.
"And I wanted you to know," she said quietly, "that I don't want things to be awkward between us."
Abby smiled smugly and nodded. "Me either."
Susan smiled, but unfortunately it wasn't enough to keep her in a real mood. "You're a lucky girl," she said, "and he's a lucky guy."
"Thank you." She held out her hand and shrugged lightly.
Susan shook it strongly and then let it go to take her own hand.
"Did you want to go get some coffee, or something?" Abby asked semi-sympathetically. "I'm off in about fifteen minutes, if you want."
Susan shook her head. "Thanks, but I think I have a date at home with my couch. I've been here for a while."
"Okay," Abby said, with a small hint of a laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah." Susan waved to her and walked away. "See you tomorrow."
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I don't know if its too out of character for Susan, but I don't really know her that well. I mean, her character. I really don't know any of them that well. Let me know if they don't particularly fit their profiles and stuff.
It's Thursday! ;) I'm watching "Friends", later "ER!"
-me
But with Abby, he also wanted to lie here with her. She was so perfect. He laughed at the thought of he, John Carter, calling someone perfect. He looked at her, though, and the laughter faded away. He made her comfortable. He wasn't nervous. Last night was the most wonderful thing between them, because it had been just like every other situation between them. It was tender, soft, and they took it slow. Both were nervous, sure, but they had had a rocky history.
He breathed out lightly, making her stir. He rubbed his thumb over her shoulder, easing her back into sleep for her sake. She shifted a little, then looked up to see him. He smiled, as she did and kissed her nose.
"Good morning," he said. "How are you?"
She nodded, kissing his chin. "Great. You?"
"Same," he whispered. He reached down again and kissed her. It was soft again. It wasn't awkward anymore. He loved this, being in a fun relationship. But it was a relationship. And for once he wasn't so afraid.
"I want to lie like this," she said. "I love this."
He laughed and wrapped his arms around her under the sheet. He embraced the feel of her bare skin against his and smiled. "I was thinking the same thing."
She put her face into his neck and kissed it. "Last night was..." She laughed at her loss of words.
"It was," he said with a small chuckle himself. He couldn't believe how free he felt. Free, happy, excited: it was Abby he was with.
"We make a good couple," she said nervously, "don't we?"
He was astonished by her sudden anxiousness. She looked up at him, her eyebrows arched, depicting her feelings.
"I think so," he laughed. "Why?"
She eased into a smile and closed her eyes, hugging him to her. "I just wanted to know if you felt the same. 'Cause I kinda like you."
"I kinda like you, too," he laughed. He kissed her forehead and left his lips against it for a minute. His hands were still around the waist of the woman beside him. He could mumble on about her for hours, forever. It was the most wonderful thing to be with her. He couldn't imagine being without her, without that feeling. Like elastic. They were inseparable.
"So," she said with a smile to the ceiling. "We can be open with this? We don't have to hide it."
He shook his head and smiled. "No. I'm glad."
"Me, too," Abby said.
His pager went off from the room, where his pants had been tossed from the night before. He bent slightly, lifting it from the ground. With a smile on his face, recognizing Abby's hand on his chest, he turned the pager over and read the screen.
When his frown appeared, Abby came closer to him. Her body was up against his, softly pressing to him. "What is it?"
He shook his head and chuckled a little. "Weaver wants me."
"No," she whined. She smiled and snuggled up to him. "Do you have to?"
"Yeah," he laughed. "Yeah, kind of." He got up from the bed and looked back at her. She was sprawled over his previous resting spot, with her cheek propped on her hand.
She smiled. He smiled back, then ran to her to kiss her. She laughed as they did, and touched the back of his head lovingly. He pulled away slowly. She immediately returned to his lips and touched them with a gentle finger. She smiled ever broader and went to kiss him. "Have fun then."
"I will." He curled hair behind her ear as he said, "But I'll miss you more."
"I'll miss you," she said. "For an hour. I'm on soon."
He laughed. "Then we are making a big deal out of it, right?" He started pulling on his pants now.
She pulled on a longer shirt from a drawer next to the bed. She smiled, her hair messed as her head came through. "With you? I don't think so."
He laughed and jumped onto the bed.
"What are you doing, John?"
"The movie/television thing," he laughed. "You know, where they hop on the bed and tickle the girlfriend while she screams?"
"I don't do that," she laughed.
"Oh," he said, tickling her all the same.
--
"Hey, Abby," Susan called.
She turned around to Susan, coming her way. Susan looked at her and opened her mouth slowly.
"Abby," she said, "I just wanted to say congratulations with you and John."
"Oh," Abby whispered, looking down.
"And I wanted you to know," she said quietly, "that I don't want things to be awkward between us."
Abby smiled smugly and nodded. "Me either."
Susan smiled, but unfortunately it wasn't enough to keep her in a real mood. "You're a lucky girl," she said, "and he's a lucky guy."
"Thank you." She held out her hand and shrugged lightly.
Susan shook it strongly and then let it go to take her own hand.
"Did you want to go get some coffee, or something?" Abby asked semi-sympathetically. "I'm off in about fifteen minutes, if you want."
Susan shook her head. "Thanks, but I think I have a date at home with my couch. I've been here for a while."
"Okay," Abby said, with a small hint of a laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah." Susan waved to her and walked away. "See you tomorrow."
--
I don't know if its too out of character for Susan, but I don't really know her that well. I mean, her character. I really don't know any of them that well. Let me know if they don't particularly fit their profiles and stuff.
It's Thursday! ;) I'm watching "Friends", later "ER!"
-me