Yet another stand-alone. Whoa.
Careful. Spoilers for alla ya who haven't seen any of the premiere. Not big ones, but they're here somewhere.
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"Well," Carter said, pulling on his shirt. "I've never done that before."
Abby laughed quietly as she pulled on her shirt, also and shook her hair with five fingers. Attempting to comb through it, she pulled on it strongly and felt small drops of water fall down her back. "Really? Never been skinny-dipping?"
Carter sighed, now in the comfort of his somewhat dry but sandy shirt. "Nope." He watched her struggle with her wet hair and smiled. "You?"
She smiled, embarrassed he guessed, and shook her head. "First time."
"Ah," Carter said, staring as she reached down for her shoes, her damp tresses still hiding her face. She returned to meet his face, pushing her hair behind her ears. They shared another small smile before heading to the end of the beach.
"Two weeks in a hospital," he said. "I said it before, but its still weird."
Abby nodded silently and listened for more.
"Sometimes I can't wait to get home and go to bed," he went on. "Stuck there, and for some reason I appreciate it more than I figure I should have."
Abby nodded again. "I know what you mean."
Carter looked at her, her head bent toward the sand. Yet another smile crept across his face as he joined her glare toward the ground they walked upon. When Abby began to giggle solemnly, he looked up.
"What?"
" 'Chaos theory,' " she said. "Butterflies and tornadoes."
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"Ugh," she said, coming through the door. Carter followed. She let him shut the door behind the two of them. Throwing her keys lazily, sloppily onto the nearest piece of furniture. He fell onto the couch next to her and laid his head back on the cushion, shutting his eyes.
"I can't believe," he said, "that two weeks ago - "
"I know," Abby interrupted. She giggled. "I can't believe we stayed in there for two weeks. Surprise I didn't attempt to get outta there or something." She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as well. She sighed.
He nodded gently, still focusing on that mess of hair staring back up at him. He reached out to touch it, unaware of his own behavior, but she stood too soon.
"I'm gonna take a shower." She leaned back, in attempt to stretch slightly.
He nodded. " 'Kay."
She looked at him while he turned to put his face in his hands. Obviously contemplating something, she pursed her lips in thought. She gave in. "Come on."
He looked up at her, but didn't disagree.
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The water was warm enough. It was hot. It fell down his back smoothly, but he barely felt it. She wasn't facing him. Her hair was pulled up messily, but he still wanted to reach out and feel it. Once again, she stopped him without knowing and met his face.
Something in the atmosphere turned more serious. There wasn't a word either of them could think of for it. Not that it mattered; for at that moment, all both of them could comprehend was the other's bare body pressed up against there's.
Carter didn't take one second for granted, and neither could Abby.
He'd meant what he said, and he wondered if she had believed him. How he'd waited for the two of them to happen for so long. It was more poetic, more dramatic the way he had mentioned it. "I'm drawn to you...I've been drawn to you for two years." In some ways, he believed she knew. He wondered more, had she felt the same?
He found himself thinking. Actually thinking. Whilst Abby was still mixed in this situation. She could feel only the water and his breath on her neck. Her eyes were closed, without her being aware. Every feeling that she hadn't really experienced so much before was sinking in, washing over her entire body in one wave. Rushing and intense.
But so romantic.
In any other situation, she'd laugh at herself for being so unlike her. But she couldn't now. It was impossible. Emotionally, physically, mentally impossible...
Carter extended his hand slowly. He expected her to shrink back at his touch, but she came closer. He didn't take time to act surprised, although he shouldn't have been. Should he?
She'd waited long enough, she thought. The moment he'd touched her shoulder, she'd inched her way inward. Her eyes were still sealed, and her chin was less than an inch from his shoulder. Perfect.
He bent in to her neck. Finally, he could be so close to her. He'd enjoyed every moment like this. He knew he'd never tire of it. Never ever.
He breathed next to her. Her skin was so close. If he leant forward, perhaps one more inch, he'd be able to kiss her.
He didn't think twice. Hesitating would be stupid. He arched his neck the slightest to meet hers. His lips barely found her skin. She breathed out onto his nearby shoulder, convincing Carter to continue.
Abby felt every move. Her chest, her stomach was touching his, lying against it. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel it. On her neck, burning with every action. One flame after the other. She wanted to pull him closer, as if it were even possible, but she couldn't move. She was paralyzed for that one instant. Then more after that.
Her lips parted, just barely, to draw short breaths in. Almost gasps. Their one, shared feeling danced around the two of them, wrapping their bodies, and bringing them closer together, just as she desired.
Carter felt her moving closer. He knew if they were somewhere else, he would smile. He was too distracted by the beautiful woman next to him. He couldn't move. Just one move was working for him.
There was one hand tracing free patterns on her shoulder. Another was loosely running up and down her thighs. His lips were traveling to the bottom of her neck to her jaw line, where she would bend her head back, hoping for him to come further.
But he would always fall back downward to her neck.
Abby reached up to touch that one hand on her shoulder. That was all she wanted to do. Feel the man who was treating her like this. Treating her as if she was the only thing on the planet to him. It wasn't something that she'd felt in any other relationships.
Well, partially. Maybe other men had treated her like this in some ways, but this was different. For right now, *he* was the only thing that mattered to her. As long as they could remain this close.
She wanted to tell him that. Something like it.
"Thank you," was all she could whisper.
"For what?" he murmured against her neck, after a small moment of silence.
She felt her eyelids separate for one second, then shut again, too caught in the hold he had on her. "I've never been in a relationship with a man who kisses me like you do." She reached up and put her hands carelessly on his neck, pointing down his back.
He felt himself shudder at the touch, but in an appreciative way. And it was when she spoke again that he wanted to bring his hands to her.
He didn't know how to respond. He pulled back and looked at her, into her brown eyes. She didn't open them until she knew that he was in front of her.
Her eyes opened slowly. He waited for them, so she knew he was looking at her. She looked up at him as if he might not be able to understand what she had said.
But he did. And she knew he did.
He finally bent to kiss her on her lips. The water fell onto the two of them in a warm river. In fact, it was warmer than either remembered. It was hot, steam rising from their backs.
Neither of them felt it.
When they separated, they only reached down to meet again.
After all this time she'd been unsure of herself, she felt at home in this one man's arms. It was new to her, sure. But this was what she wanted. She knew it. She felt it right there. She was exposed to the man, John Carter. She wanted to reach up and run her fingers through his hair, in any way to tell him how she felt.
He pulled away and saw her looking up at him. It seemed perfect. He finally put out a hand to touch that hair he had waited so long to feel. It ran through his fingers softly, gracefully. He sighed aloud, deeply relishing the woman in front of him.
And this one, wonderful gift they'd shared.
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There's another stand-alone.
I can't wait until episode two... As cruel as it sounds to all of my international buddies out there, I have to say, "I love the USA!" (And Thursdays!)
*me*
Careful. Spoilers for alla ya who haven't seen any of the premiere. Not big ones, but they're here somewhere.
-
"Well," Carter said, pulling on his shirt. "I've never done that before."
Abby laughed quietly as she pulled on her shirt, also and shook her hair with five fingers. Attempting to comb through it, she pulled on it strongly and felt small drops of water fall down her back. "Really? Never been skinny-dipping?"
Carter sighed, now in the comfort of his somewhat dry but sandy shirt. "Nope." He watched her struggle with her wet hair and smiled. "You?"
She smiled, embarrassed he guessed, and shook her head. "First time."
"Ah," Carter said, staring as she reached down for her shoes, her damp tresses still hiding her face. She returned to meet his face, pushing her hair behind her ears. They shared another small smile before heading to the end of the beach.
"Two weeks in a hospital," he said. "I said it before, but its still weird."
Abby nodded silently and listened for more.
"Sometimes I can't wait to get home and go to bed," he went on. "Stuck there, and for some reason I appreciate it more than I figure I should have."
Abby nodded again. "I know what you mean."
Carter looked at her, her head bent toward the sand. Yet another smile crept across his face as he joined her glare toward the ground they walked upon. When Abby began to giggle solemnly, he looked up.
"What?"
" 'Chaos theory,' " she said. "Butterflies and tornadoes."
--
"Ugh," she said, coming through the door. Carter followed. She let him shut the door behind the two of them. Throwing her keys lazily, sloppily onto the nearest piece of furniture. He fell onto the couch next to her and laid his head back on the cushion, shutting his eyes.
"I can't believe," he said, "that two weeks ago - "
"I know," Abby interrupted. She giggled. "I can't believe we stayed in there for two weeks. Surprise I didn't attempt to get outta there or something." She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as well. She sighed.
He nodded gently, still focusing on that mess of hair staring back up at him. He reached out to touch it, unaware of his own behavior, but she stood too soon.
"I'm gonna take a shower." She leaned back, in attempt to stretch slightly.
He nodded. " 'Kay."
She looked at him while he turned to put his face in his hands. Obviously contemplating something, she pursed her lips in thought. She gave in. "Come on."
He looked up at her, but didn't disagree.
--
The water was warm enough. It was hot. It fell down his back smoothly, but he barely felt it. She wasn't facing him. Her hair was pulled up messily, but he still wanted to reach out and feel it. Once again, she stopped him without knowing and met his face.
Something in the atmosphere turned more serious. There wasn't a word either of them could think of for it. Not that it mattered; for at that moment, all both of them could comprehend was the other's bare body pressed up against there's.
Carter didn't take one second for granted, and neither could Abby.
He'd meant what he said, and he wondered if she had believed him. How he'd waited for the two of them to happen for so long. It was more poetic, more dramatic the way he had mentioned it. "I'm drawn to you...I've been drawn to you for two years." In some ways, he believed she knew. He wondered more, had she felt the same?
He found himself thinking. Actually thinking. Whilst Abby was still mixed in this situation. She could feel only the water and his breath on her neck. Her eyes were closed, without her being aware. Every feeling that she hadn't really experienced so much before was sinking in, washing over her entire body in one wave. Rushing and intense.
But so romantic.
In any other situation, she'd laugh at herself for being so unlike her. But she couldn't now. It was impossible. Emotionally, physically, mentally impossible...
Carter extended his hand slowly. He expected her to shrink back at his touch, but she came closer. He didn't take time to act surprised, although he shouldn't have been. Should he?
She'd waited long enough, she thought. The moment he'd touched her shoulder, she'd inched her way inward. Her eyes were still sealed, and her chin was less than an inch from his shoulder. Perfect.
He bent in to her neck. Finally, he could be so close to her. He'd enjoyed every moment like this. He knew he'd never tire of it. Never ever.
He breathed next to her. Her skin was so close. If he leant forward, perhaps one more inch, he'd be able to kiss her.
He didn't think twice. Hesitating would be stupid. He arched his neck the slightest to meet hers. His lips barely found her skin. She breathed out onto his nearby shoulder, convincing Carter to continue.
Abby felt every move. Her chest, her stomach was touching his, lying against it. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel it. On her neck, burning with every action. One flame after the other. She wanted to pull him closer, as if it were even possible, but she couldn't move. She was paralyzed for that one instant. Then more after that.
Her lips parted, just barely, to draw short breaths in. Almost gasps. Their one, shared feeling danced around the two of them, wrapping their bodies, and bringing them closer together, just as she desired.
Carter felt her moving closer. He knew if they were somewhere else, he would smile. He was too distracted by the beautiful woman next to him. He couldn't move. Just one move was working for him.
There was one hand tracing free patterns on her shoulder. Another was loosely running up and down her thighs. His lips were traveling to the bottom of her neck to her jaw line, where she would bend her head back, hoping for him to come further.
But he would always fall back downward to her neck.
Abby reached up to touch that one hand on her shoulder. That was all she wanted to do. Feel the man who was treating her like this. Treating her as if she was the only thing on the planet to him. It wasn't something that she'd felt in any other relationships.
Well, partially. Maybe other men had treated her like this in some ways, but this was different. For right now, *he* was the only thing that mattered to her. As long as they could remain this close.
She wanted to tell him that. Something like it.
"Thank you," was all she could whisper.
"For what?" he murmured against her neck, after a small moment of silence.
She felt her eyelids separate for one second, then shut again, too caught in the hold he had on her. "I've never been in a relationship with a man who kisses me like you do." She reached up and put her hands carelessly on his neck, pointing down his back.
He felt himself shudder at the touch, but in an appreciative way. And it was when she spoke again that he wanted to bring his hands to her.
He didn't know how to respond. He pulled back and looked at her, into her brown eyes. She didn't open them until she knew that he was in front of her.
Her eyes opened slowly. He waited for them, so she knew he was looking at her. She looked up at him as if he might not be able to understand what she had said.
But he did. And she knew he did.
He finally bent to kiss her on her lips. The water fell onto the two of them in a warm river. In fact, it was warmer than either remembered. It was hot, steam rising from their backs.
Neither of them felt it.
When they separated, they only reached down to meet again.
After all this time she'd been unsure of herself, she felt at home in this one man's arms. It was new to her, sure. But this was what she wanted. She knew it. She felt it right there. She was exposed to the man, John Carter. She wanted to reach up and run her fingers through his hair, in any way to tell him how she felt.
He pulled away and saw her looking up at him. It seemed perfect. He finally put out a hand to touch that hair he had waited so long to feel. It ran through his fingers softly, gracefully. He sighed aloud, deeply relishing the woman in front of him.
And this one, wonderful gift they'd shared.
--
There's another stand-alone.
I can't wait until episode two... As cruel as it sounds to all of my international buddies out there, I have to say, "I love the USA!" (And Thursdays!)
*me*