When Things Change - Chapter 2
Authors note: Well here's the second chapter. This one was thought up in the 20 minutes at the end of my chemistry exam (!) Again be gentle with me, exams are pretty awful! Umm so. . .just enjoy, and any comments are appreciated!
Love Sarah xxx
Summary: 'Tis the morning after the highly charged night before and events promise to be just as emotionally charged in the light of day. Enjoy!
Chapter 2 - The Morning After
The early morning light is streaming through the gap in the curtain as I hesitantly open my eyes. His arm is resting gently over my stomach and every time he breathes out I feel it on the back of my neck and it makes me shiver.
What happened last night was amazing. It was just. . .right. You know, nothing was forced. One thing just led to another, so to speak. I've never felt like this before. Not with Richard, not with Luka. Like I told Susan, it's either there or its not. You can't force it.
What I have been doing is forcing myself to ignore what I was feeling. Pushing it to the back of my mind. I've wasted so much time.
'What's wrong?' his voice, low and sort of heavy with sleep, stuns me out of my thoughts.
'What?' I ask.
'You've gone all tense' he whispers, rubbing my shoulder gently. 'What's wrong?' I lazily roll over onto my back and smile up at him.
'Absolutely nothing' I murmur, reaching out a hand to pull his head down towards mine. He smiles, obliging and kissing me lightly.
Wow. To say he's a good kisser is a complete understatement. To be honest I still can't believe this is happening. What did I do to deserve to feel this way?
'Abby?' he asks, watching the expression on my face. 'You think too much you know that' he teases, reaching for my hand and entwining our fingers together.
'Hmm' I murmur absentmindedly, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. He watches me, reaching out a hand to trace a pattern on my lower back.
'Where are you going?' he asks, sounding somewhat put out. I smile, picking up the robe lying on the floor and slipping it on.
'I'm not good at just lying in bed' I reply, smiling at him. He laughs.
'We'll have to work on that then' he replies. I smile and cast a lingering look in his direction before walking out of the bedroom into the kitchen. He joins me a couple of minutes later, wrapping his arms round my waist and kissing my neck as I pour two mugs of coffee.
I hand him a mug and sit down at the table. He sits next to me. Not opposite me, next to me, and I smile slightly, taking a sip of coffee. Neither of us knows what to say.
Sharing the morning seems more intimate, more awkward even, than what came so naturally last night. Last night all we were focused on was the moment, now it seems so much more reflective; so much has changed in such a short space of time.
He reaches out, placing his hand over mine. I look up and hold his gaze.
'What happens now?' I murmur. I don't want to spoil the moment, but it's a question I have to ask. I think I already know the answer, but I have to ask.
'Abby. . .' he says softly, squeezing my hand.
'John' I whisper, looking down at the table. He reaches out a hand to cup my chin, making me look up at him.
'Are you scared?' he asks softly. I sigh.
'I guess.' I whisper. 'I've just. . .been hurt so much in the past' I stop. 'I'm not saying you're. . .you know. I just can't help myself feeling this way' I stop and look at him, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.
'Love doesn't have to hurt to feel good' he whispers, pulling me over so I'm sitting on his lap. I smile weakly. 'We can take things as slow as you want Abby. I know you've heard it before, but I'll never hurt you' He reaches out a hand to wipe away the tears I didn't even realised had formed in the corners of my eyes.
'Thank you' I whisper, linking my hands at the back of his neck and resting my forehead against his.
'For what?' he asks softly
'For being so amazing' I suggest. He smiled and kisses me gently.
He really is amazing. Most guys would leave in a second if I said I was scared of them. But not John Carter. And I know I don't have to be scared of him, but I can't help the way I feel. He understands that, he understands me. This is the start of something good, I know it is.
*****To Be Continued*****
Authors note: Well here's the second chapter. This one was thought up in the 20 minutes at the end of my chemistry exam (!) Again be gentle with me, exams are pretty awful! Umm so. . .just enjoy, and any comments are appreciated!
Love Sarah xxx
Summary: 'Tis the morning after the highly charged night before and events promise to be just as emotionally charged in the light of day. Enjoy!
Chapter 2 - The Morning After
The early morning light is streaming through the gap in the curtain as I hesitantly open my eyes. His arm is resting gently over my stomach and every time he breathes out I feel it on the back of my neck and it makes me shiver.
What happened last night was amazing. It was just. . .right. You know, nothing was forced. One thing just led to another, so to speak. I've never felt like this before. Not with Richard, not with Luka. Like I told Susan, it's either there or its not. You can't force it.
What I have been doing is forcing myself to ignore what I was feeling. Pushing it to the back of my mind. I've wasted so much time.
'What's wrong?' his voice, low and sort of heavy with sleep, stuns me out of my thoughts.
'What?' I ask.
'You've gone all tense' he whispers, rubbing my shoulder gently. 'What's wrong?' I lazily roll over onto my back and smile up at him.
'Absolutely nothing' I murmur, reaching out a hand to pull his head down towards mine. He smiles, obliging and kissing me lightly.
Wow. To say he's a good kisser is a complete understatement. To be honest I still can't believe this is happening. What did I do to deserve to feel this way?
'Abby?' he asks, watching the expression on my face. 'You think too much you know that' he teases, reaching for my hand and entwining our fingers together.
'Hmm' I murmur absentmindedly, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. He watches me, reaching out a hand to trace a pattern on my lower back.
'Where are you going?' he asks, sounding somewhat put out. I smile, picking up the robe lying on the floor and slipping it on.
'I'm not good at just lying in bed' I reply, smiling at him. He laughs.
'We'll have to work on that then' he replies. I smile and cast a lingering look in his direction before walking out of the bedroom into the kitchen. He joins me a couple of minutes later, wrapping his arms round my waist and kissing my neck as I pour two mugs of coffee.
I hand him a mug and sit down at the table. He sits next to me. Not opposite me, next to me, and I smile slightly, taking a sip of coffee. Neither of us knows what to say.
Sharing the morning seems more intimate, more awkward even, than what came so naturally last night. Last night all we were focused on was the moment, now it seems so much more reflective; so much has changed in such a short space of time.
He reaches out, placing his hand over mine. I look up and hold his gaze.
'What happens now?' I murmur. I don't want to spoil the moment, but it's a question I have to ask. I think I already know the answer, but I have to ask.
'Abby. . .' he says softly, squeezing my hand.
'John' I whisper, looking down at the table. He reaches out a hand to cup my chin, making me look up at him.
'Are you scared?' he asks softly. I sigh.
'I guess.' I whisper. 'I've just. . .been hurt so much in the past' I stop. 'I'm not saying you're. . .you know. I just can't help myself feeling this way' I stop and look at him, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.
'Love doesn't have to hurt to feel good' he whispers, pulling me over so I'm sitting on his lap. I smile weakly. 'We can take things as slow as you want Abby. I know you've heard it before, but I'll never hurt you' He reaches out a hand to wipe away the tears I didn't even realised had formed in the corners of my eyes.
'Thank you' I whisper, linking my hands at the back of his neck and resting my forehead against his.
'For what?' he asks softly
'For being so amazing' I suggest. He smiled and kisses me gently.
He really is amazing. Most guys would leave in a second if I said I was scared of them. But not John Carter. And I know I don't have to be scared of him, but I can't help the way I feel. He understands that, he understands me. This is the start of something good, I know it is.
*****To Be Continued*****