Chanie's Note: This part was written by me, contains NC-17 material. If you don't like smut, turn around now, this isn't for you.
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Abby groaned and flipped through the countless channels on her TV.
"What a boring night..." She thought to herself. John had promised her before he would stop by after his shift that night for dinner, but it was almost midnight and he still hadn't turned up. She was a little disappointed, this was their chance at a romantic evening, which *maybe* could have led to something more. Abby knew they were both ready for the next step. They just hadn't found a good time. Sighing, she got to her feet, uncovered herself from the blanket she had draped over herself, and turned off the television. It looked like that "good time" wasn't going to be that night. She was about to turn off the light and retreat into her bedroom when there was a knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat. Finally. Abby waited a few moments, just so she wouldn't look too desperate, and walked to door. She took one more moment to relax herself before opening the door.
"Hey." Abby said breathlessly to the man in the doorway.
"Did you miss me?" John tilted his head and smiled.
Abby put a hand on her hip and stepped aside to let him into the apartment, closing the door after him. "I was just about to go to bed."
John put his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. "What was stopping you from going before? It's late."
Abby kissed him on the lips. "I was waiting for you...but I guess it's too late to make dinner for you."
"Yeah."
"We could just....watch TV..." Abby suggested.
John looked uncertain. "You sure you don't want to just go to sleep? I can come back tomorrow morning, and I'll even make breakfast for you." He smiled down at her.
Abby couldn't help but think about how gorgeous John looked when he smiled. "Right, *you* make me breakfast. With those fabulous culinary skills you have?" She said sarcastically.
"Hey! I know how to make toast!" He winked at her.
Her knees melted. She shook her head to clear all the thoughts floating around in it, and spoke again.
"We never get to spend any time together, and what if we get paged tomorrow? We have time right now, let's use it."
"And there's plenty ways we can use it."
Taking her hand his, Abby pulled him to the couch with her. She turned on the TV again and put the blanket sitting on a side of the couch over her and John. "Perfect." She said, smiling up at him. Even if this wasn't going to be the night they finally gave into their innermost yearnings and desires, Abby was still glad he was there with her. She felt safe. As much as she hated it, she always felt better when someone was with her in the apartment, after the incident with Brian. "Thanks for coming."
"Thanks for letting me stay."
They watched the television in silence until Abby let out a yawn.
John glanced over at her. "I better go, you're tired."
He started to get up, but Abby pulled him back down. "No, don't go. Please?" She kissed him softly. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Abby looked into his tranquil brown eyes and absently played with his shirt collar. She could get lost in those eyes so easily.
Abby finally got up the courage to address her feelings. "We've been together for awhile, and we didn't want to rush things, but if we made love, I think we would be ready for it." At John's expression, she quickly added, "Of course, I can only speak for myself."
"No, I've wanted to for awhile now. But I didn't want to come off as some selfish jerk. So I never pushed it, you know? I wanted you to be ready, and not be pressured into anything, just because I wanted it." John replied.
Abby nodded. "I want to be with you now, more than anything." She leaned in for another kiss and pulled his hands off her waist and took them in her own. Abby stood up, John behind her, and lead the way to her bedroom. When they got there, she pushed John down on the bed so he was in a sitting position and put her hands on his shoulders. He freed the tie of her bathrobe and slowly pulled it off her shoulder, letting it drop to the floor. Putting Abby to arm's length, he admired the view of her only in a camisole and her underwear. She suddenly got shy, a blush rising to her cheeks. "You're perfect." He murmured, holding out his hand to her. She looked down at him and shook her head slightly. "It's true..." He continued. He drew her back and put his arms around her waist, throwing her onto the bed. He rolled on top of her and took her hands, kissing each palm. She smiled softly at him. She was so lovely, how her soft curls framed her round face. Her full lips waiting for his to unite with them. Unable to resist, he brushed his lips against hers, then sunk deeper into the kiss when she returned it with a dose of want, vigour, and passion. It ended and she encircled his face with her hands and stared into his eyes. He could have stayed there forever, staring back at her, lying there just like that, but there was more urgent matters at hand. His hands moved down to the hem of her camisole and slipping under it, travelling up her stomach. They finally got to her breasts, and he cupped them in his hands, his palms rubbing against the soft peaks. She moaned and began to untuck his shirt from his pants. She wasn't sure how she even managed to move, every touch of his seemed to send her into a trance. He felt her hand slowly undoing the buttons, and he was frozen in place, his only movement was his hands stroking her breasts. Her feel was incredible, it made him tremble. His heart skipped a few beats while she slowly pulled the skirt off his arms, leaving a trail of her touch behind the material. He reluctantly took his hands off her breasts and pulled them out of her shirt to let to her take his shirt completely off of him. He moved his hands back to the bottom of her shirt. She lifted her body to let him slide the shirt off of her. He rested his bare chest down on hers, the rough skin against smooth. It was hard to leave the stare he gave her, it bore into her and almost had her hypnotized. She would have done his every command he asked of her. She wanted him, but he didn't seem ready yet. She distracted herself by undoing his belt and sliding it out of the hooks. He took over, undoing the button and the zipper and pulling them off, throwing them onto the floor. Then he turned back to her. She was lying on the bed, hands pulled up to her chest, and was smiling seductively. It wasn't often when she felt comfortable enough to express herself like she was at that moment, and he enjoyed it. His hands went to her hips, and he slowly moved them down her sides, taking her underwear with them. When he got her panties off, he put a hand between her legs and ran a finger down her. She moaned softly and shifted to spread her legs wider. She thought she'd be nervous having him touch her like he was, but it felt too incredible for her to think any conscious thoughts. He pressed his lips against the inside of her thigh and urged his finger into her, rubbing her clitoris. He slowly inserted another finger, while bringing his lips from her thigh up to her stomach, across a breast, and up her neck, deciding he wanted to be kissing her. Her eyes were closed, and she was moving in time to meet the thrust of his fingers. Biting on her lower lip, and sensing her climax, he rubbed her clit with more vigour. Her ragged breathing became more heavy, and she reached her peak. Her body contracted, and she let out a deep, shuddering sigh.
"Can you do that again?" She asked, breaking contact with his lips.
"Maybe later." He said, leaning down to capture her in a kiss again. He tugged his boxers off and slid into her. Putting his hands on her hips, he slowly pushed into her over and over, her soft sighs being his motivation. She brought her hips up to meet his every time he came down on her, sending pleasing sensations through his groin. Being inside her was a new sense of euphoria. He looked down on her. Her eyes were fixated on his and he leaned down to kiss her. She never looked as beautiful as she did when they were making love. His hands at her sides were stroking her skin, sending chills up her spine. Good chills. Everything she felt was heightened even more by the fact that she loved him, and she could finally express that to him. Her moans gained in volume and length, they were like music to his ears. He thrust harder against her, wanting to pleasure her more than he wanted to be pleasured himself. Which wasn't often. Finally he felt the tremors go through her body and she cried out in bliss. Her eyes narrowed into slits and she lowered herself back into the comfort of the bed. She gazed at him through her tapering eyes as his own climax overtook him, making everything around him spin. Grunting, he collapsed on top of her, laying on her bare chest.
"I love you." She whispered to him, grasping his hair and letting it run through her fingers.
"I love you too." He whispered back, barely regaining his voice. He laid a trail of kisses up her neck.
She let out a deep breath. "I'm glad we did this."
He nodded. "Me too." He laid his head on her chest, and could feel her shivering slightly. He finally realized her sweaty skin was becoming cool to the touch. "Are you cold?"
She let out a small laugh. "Might be. I can't feel anything at the moment."
He lifted himself off of her and grabbed at the covers. He beckoned and she crawled into them with him, resting against him and closing her eyes.
"Talk to me." She said.
He seemed confused. "And tell you what?"
"Anything. Tell me all your secrets that no one else knows. Tell me what your life was like when you were growing up. Tell me anything. I just want to hear the sound of your voice." She drew small circles on his chest with her finger.
He let out a laugh. "All my secrets?"
Abby nodded silently.
"I've never loved anyone before I met you. I might have said it, and thought I meant it, but you showed me that I didn't. I never knew what love was before I met you."
"Keep going..." Abby said, smiling.
"You're the most special person I ever met, Abby, and lying here with you is what I've always wanted to do. And I'm glad we finally made love, because it was the most amazing thing I've ever done in my life." He paused for a minute. " So, now you know how I really feel, is that secret enough for you?"
He looked down to see Abby fast asleep, softly breathing against his chest. He smiled and wrapped her up tighter in his arms, listening to her soft snores until he drifted off to sleep as well.
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Abby groaned and flipped through the countless channels on her TV.
"What a boring night..." She thought to herself. John had promised her before he would stop by after his shift that night for dinner, but it was almost midnight and he still hadn't turned up. She was a little disappointed, this was their chance at a romantic evening, which *maybe* could have led to something more. Abby knew they were both ready for the next step. They just hadn't found a good time. Sighing, she got to her feet, uncovered herself from the blanket she had draped over herself, and turned off the television. It looked like that "good time" wasn't going to be that night. She was about to turn off the light and retreat into her bedroom when there was a knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat. Finally. Abby waited a few moments, just so she wouldn't look too desperate, and walked to door. She took one more moment to relax herself before opening the door.
"Hey." Abby said breathlessly to the man in the doorway.
"Did you miss me?" John tilted his head and smiled.
Abby put a hand on her hip and stepped aside to let him into the apartment, closing the door after him. "I was just about to go to bed."
John put his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. "What was stopping you from going before? It's late."
Abby kissed him on the lips. "I was waiting for you...but I guess it's too late to make dinner for you."
"Yeah."
"We could just....watch TV..." Abby suggested.
John looked uncertain. "You sure you don't want to just go to sleep? I can come back tomorrow morning, and I'll even make breakfast for you." He smiled down at her.
Abby couldn't help but think about how gorgeous John looked when he smiled. "Right, *you* make me breakfast. With those fabulous culinary skills you have?" She said sarcastically.
"Hey! I know how to make toast!" He winked at her.
Her knees melted. She shook her head to clear all the thoughts floating around in it, and spoke again.
"We never get to spend any time together, and what if we get paged tomorrow? We have time right now, let's use it."
"And there's plenty ways we can use it."
Taking her hand his, Abby pulled him to the couch with her. She turned on the TV again and put the blanket sitting on a side of the couch over her and John. "Perfect." She said, smiling up at him. Even if this wasn't going to be the night they finally gave into their innermost yearnings and desires, Abby was still glad he was there with her. She felt safe. As much as she hated it, she always felt better when someone was with her in the apartment, after the incident with Brian. "Thanks for coming."
"Thanks for letting me stay."
They watched the television in silence until Abby let out a yawn.
John glanced over at her. "I better go, you're tired."
He started to get up, but Abby pulled him back down. "No, don't go. Please?" She kissed him softly. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Abby looked into his tranquil brown eyes and absently played with his shirt collar. She could get lost in those eyes so easily.
Abby finally got up the courage to address her feelings. "We've been together for awhile, and we didn't want to rush things, but if we made love, I think we would be ready for it." At John's expression, she quickly added, "Of course, I can only speak for myself."
"No, I've wanted to for awhile now. But I didn't want to come off as some selfish jerk. So I never pushed it, you know? I wanted you to be ready, and not be pressured into anything, just because I wanted it." John replied.
Abby nodded. "I want to be with you now, more than anything." She leaned in for another kiss and pulled his hands off her waist and took them in her own. Abby stood up, John behind her, and lead the way to her bedroom. When they got there, she pushed John down on the bed so he was in a sitting position and put her hands on his shoulders. He freed the tie of her bathrobe and slowly pulled it off her shoulder, letting it drop to the floor. Putting Abby to arm's length, he admired the view of her only in a camisole and her underwear. She suddenly got shy, a blush rising to her cheeks. "You're perfect." He murmured, holding out his hand to her. She looked down at him and shook her head slightly. "It's true..." He continued. He drew her back and put his arms around her waist, throwing her onto the bed. He rolled on top of her and took her hands, kissing each palm. She smiled softly at him. She was so lovely, how her soft curls framed her round face. Her full lips waiting for his to unite with them. Unable to resist, he brushed his lips against hers, then sunk deeper into the kiss when she returned it with a dose of want, vigour, and passion. It ended and she encircled his face with her hands and stared into his eyes. He could have stayed there forever, staring back at her, lying there just like that, but there was more urgent matters at hand. His hands moved down to the hem of her camisole and slipping under it, travelling up her stomach. They finally got to her breasts, and he cupped them in his hands, his palms rubbing against the soft peaks. She moaned and began to untuck his shirt from his pants. She wasn't sure how she even managed to move, every touch of his seemed to send her into a trance. He felt her hand slowly undoing the buttons, and he was frozen in place, his only movement was his hands stroking her breasts. Her feel was incredible, it made him tremble. His heart skipped a few beats while she slowly pulled the skirt off his arms, leaving a trail of her touch behind the material. He reluctantly took his hands off her breasts and pulled them out of her shirt to let to her take his shirt completely off of him. He moved his hands back to the bottom of her shirt. She lifted her body to let him slide the shirt off of her. He rested his bare chest down on hers, the rough skin against smooth. It was hard to leave the stare he gave her, it bore into her and almost had her hypnotized. She would have done his every command he asked of her. She wanted him, but he didn't seem ready yet. She distracted herself by undoing his belt and sliding it out of the hooks. He took over, undoing the button and the zipper and pulling them off, throwing them onto the floor. Then he turned back to her. She was lying on the bed, hands pulled up to her chest, and was smiling seductively. It wasn't often when she felt comfortable enough to express herself like she was at that moment, and he enjoyed it. His hands went to her hips, and he slowly moved them down her sides, taking her underwear with them. When he got her panties off, he put a hand between her legs and ran a finger down her. She moaned softly and shifted to spread her legs wider. She thought she'd be nervous having him touch her like he was, but it felt too incredible for her to think any conscious thoughts. He pressed his lips against the inside of her thigh and urged his finger into her, rubbing her clitoris. He slowly inserted another finger, while bringing his lips from her thigh up to her stomach, across a breast, and up her neck, deciding he wanted to be kissing her. Her eyes were closed, and she was moving in time to meet the thrust of his fingers. Biting on her lower lip, and sensing her climax, he rubbed her clit with more vigour. Her ragged breathing became more heavy, and she reached her peak. Her body contracted, and she let out a deep, shuddering sigh.
"Can you do that again?" She asked, breaking contact with his lips.
"Maybe later." He said, leaning down to capture her in a kiss again. He tugged his boxers off and slid into her. Putting his hands on her hips, he slowly pushed into her over and over, her soft sighs being his motivation. She brought her hips up to meet his every time he came down on her, sending pleasing sensations through his groin. Being inside her was a new sense of euphoria. He looked down on her. Her eyes were fixated on his and he leaned down to kiss her. She never looked as beautiful as she did when they were making love. His hands at her sides were stroking her skin, sending chills up her spine. Good chills. Everything she felt was heightened even more by the fact that she loved him, and she could finally express that to him. Her moans gained in volume and length, they were like music to his ears. He thrust harder against her, wanting to pleasure her more than he wanted to be pleasured himself. Which wasn't often. Finally he felt the tremors go through her body and she cried out in bliss. Her eyes narrowed into slits and she lowered herself back into the comfort of the bed. She gazed at him through her tapering eyes as his own climax overtook him, making everything around him spin. Grunting, he collapsed on top of her, laying on her bare chest.
"I love you." She whispered to him, grasping his hair and letting it run through her fingers.
"I love you too." He whispered back, barely regaining his voice. He laid a trail of kisses up her neck.
She let out a deep breath. "I'm glad we did this."
He nodded. "Me too." He laid his head on her chest, and could feel her shivering slightly. He finally realized her sweaty skin was becoming cool to the touch. "Are you cold?"
She let out a small laugh. "Might be. I can't feel anything at the moment."
He lifted himself off of her and grabbed at the covers. He beckoned and she crawled into them with him, resting against him and closing her eyes.
"Talk to me." She said.
He seemed confused. "And tell you what?"
"Anything. Tell me all your secrets that no one else knows. Tell me what your life was like when you were growing up. Tell me anything. I just want to hear the sound of your voice." She drew small circles on his chest with her finger.
He let out a laugh. "All my secrets?"
Abby nodded silently.
"I've never loved anyone before I met you. I might have said it, and thought I meant it, but you showed me that I didn't. I never knew what love was before I met you."
"Keep going..." Abby said, smiling.
"You're the most special person I ever met, Abby, and lying here with you is what I've always wanted to do. And I'm glad we finally made love, because it was the most amazing thing I've ever done in my life." He paused for a minute. " So, now you know how I really feel, is that secret enough for you?"
He looked down to see Abby fast asleep, softly breathing against his chest. He smiled and wrapped her up tighter in his arms, listening to her soft snores until he drifted off to sleep as well.