The El echoed by causing Abby to look around and snap out of her
daydream even though the moon had clearly been in the dark sky for hours.
Carter was staring at her and had been for a while which caused her to let
out her usual nervous inner giggle that sent Carter crazy and weak at the
knees. She let her eyes roll as a smile grew on her moon lit face.
"So, are we gonna stand out here and freeze or are you gonna hold to your
promise and buy me a burger and chocolate shake?" Carter grinned. Abby felt
her heart skip a beat at that smile that first caught her eye so many years
ago.
"Oh, burgers and shakes right? And maybe some desert if your lucky" Abby
playfully tugged on his tie and lead him into her apartment.
Abby's lounge was small and cozy but had just enough room for a small lamp TV and several candles that she had began to light to set the mood. There was a beige couch and table in the middle near the kitchen where Carter and Abby had many romantic and memorable nights. Abby knew that she had let Carter down and she really wanted to make it up to him some how. He meant more to her than she let through and still found that wall to hind behind like she had done so many times in her past, but with Carter it was different she just didn't know how to handle these emotions yet. Simple things really made her wonder why her heart skipped a beat, like the way his stethoscope hung around his neck and how he took extra care when he was dealing with his younger patients. It made her think about what it would be like if they had children, and for her that's a lot. Thinking about the future with a man, not any man but John Carter really didn't freak her out like she thought it would, unlike with Richard or Luka. She wondered why Carter cared so much about her. At times and for most of her life she had been a mess, and an alcoholic, failing to recover but still he was always there, not pushing her to be the perfect girlfriend society had made. Why? Abby suddenly realized that she was making a lot of effort to set the atmosphere making sure everything was perfect for a guy that she had only been dating for a few months. Then it clicked, Carter wasn't like her other boyfriends, she wasn't trying to build walls every time something went wrong, or they tried to get to closer. With John it just felt right, She didn't want to run or hind anymore. When things got rough or they argued she wanted the stay and fix it. Why? Why did she feel this way? She was disturbed from her thoughts by the door slamming, she had forgot that Carter had got to McDonald's on the corner to get their burgers and shakes. What she saw standing was a drenched Carter holding a barely sturdy paper bag looking like a drowned rat, soaked to the bone. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him, but the look of his face told her he didn't find it as funny. "Oh my god Carter you're drenched!" abby managed to force out trying to be sympathetic. "Thanks for noticing" he put the bags down on the kitchen table looking around for a towel. Pointing to a dry patch on his sleeve "Erm, I think you missed a bit." "You think it's funny? I went out my way to make you happy, get soaked in the making, for the second time tonight" Abby tried not to giggle, but it escaped her lips. "Right!" Carter started to chase her around the lounge until she ran into the bathroom and into the door hitting her elbow as well. "Shit" stops to rub it "You deserved that!" Carter said running in after her "What! That's so mean, I didn't make it rain on you" she starts to pout, Carter slowly walks over and placed a soft lingering kiss on her boo- boo. "I would find it easier to except your apology if, say... you were wet as well" Carter slowly edged closer with a naughty school boy grin on his face. "Oh, don't you dare! Carter please, please" her plea wasn't enough Carter picked her up, open the shower door and placed her inside unwilling and with cries of laughter. Carter ignored them and turned on the shower full and all that were heard were shrills of a mixture of laughter and shortness of breath as the freezing water hit Abby like a hammer. Suddenly Carter realized it had been a while since he heard anything from her. "Abby, you ok in there? Abby?" he looked a little worried and opened the door to be yanked inside by his shirt and tie. "Oh man, you're dead! This suit is new" "You were already wet!!" she laughed "True, and plus I was wet by myself last time, now you're here" he smiled his drop dead smile that made Abby's knees go weak. "Haven't we done this before?" Carter asked. "Not for a while!" they laughed "You know, I think I've seen you more times wet then dry this week" "Technically that's not true" he said. She raised her eyebrow "Oh yeah" He continued "I believe we spent a lot of time with no clothes on!" A grin started to form on Abby's face covered by her drenched hair "Really I can't remember" Abby started to unbutton his shirt slyly. "Oh I can remember very clearly" He stated "Well maybe I need reminding" Abby lingered inches from his face. Carter leaned in for a slow but passionate kiss while the water cascaded down each other as they became one. Thoughts ran between them of love and longing, longing for the nearness of each other being apart and not knowing no another's love for so long and now spending every waking moment in each other's company, scared of a moment apart. Steam rose from the shower cubical, as each thought became a reality, the thirst, hunger, and the need. It all changed in seconds, no longer just best friends but lovers, the transition over enemy lines and knowing that there was no going back, ever.
Abby's lounge was small and cozy but had just enough room for a small lamp TV and several candles that she had began to light to set the mood. There was a beige couch and table in the middle near the kitchen where Carter and Abby had many romantic and memorable nights. Abby knew that she had let Carter down and she really wanted to make it up to him some how. He meant more to her than she let through and still found that wall to hind behind like she had done so many times in her past, but with Carter it was different she just didn't know how to handle these emotions yet. Simple things really made her wonder why her heart skipped a beat, like the way his stethoscope hung around his neck and how he took extra care when he was dealing with his younger patients. It made her think about what it would be like if they had children, and for her that's a lot. Thinking about the future with a man, not any man but John Carter really didn't freak her out like she thought it would, unlike with Richard or Luka. She wondered why Carter cared so much about her. At times and for most of her life she had been a mess, and an alcoholic, failing to recover but still he was always there, not pushing her to be the perfect girlfriend society had made. Why? Abby suddenly realized that she was making a lot of effort to set the atmosphere making sure everything was perfect for a guy that she had only been dating for a few months. Then it clicked, Carter wasn't like her other boyfriends, she wasn't trying to build walls every time something went wrong, or they tried to get to closer. With John it just felt right, She didn't want to run or hind anymore. When things got rough or they argued she wanted the stay and fix it. Why? Why did she feel this way? She was disturbed from her thoughts by the door slamming, she had forgot that Carter had got to McDonald's on the corner to get their burgers and shakes. What she saw standing was a drenched Carter holding a barely sturdy paper bag looking like a drowned rat, soaked to the bone. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him, but the look of his face told her he didn't find it as funny. "Oh my god Carter you're drenched!" abby managed to force out trying to be sympathetic. "Thanks for noticing" he put the bags down on the kitchen table looking around for a towel. Pointing to a dry patch on his sleeve "Erm, I think you missed a bit." "You think it's funny? I went out my way to make you happy, get soaked in the making, for the second time tonight" Abby tried not to giggle, but it escaped her lips. "Right!" Carter started to chase her around the lounge until she ran into the bathroom and into the door hitting her elbow as well. "Shit" stops to rub it "You deserved that!" Carter said running in after her "What! That's so mean, I didn't make it rain on you" she starts to pout, Carter slowly walks over and placed a soft lingering kiss on her boo- boo. "I would find it easier to except your apology if, say... you were wet as well" Carter slowly edged closer with a naughty school boy grin on his face. "Oh, don't you dare! Carter please, please" her plea wasn't enough Carter picked her up, open the shower door and placed her inside unwilling and with cries of laughter. Carter ignored them and turned on the shower full and all that were heard were shrills of a mixture of laughter and shortness of breath as the freezing water hit Abby like a hammer. Suddenly Carter realized it had been a while since he heard anything from her. "Abby, you ok in there? Abby?" he looked a little worried and opened the door to be yanked inside by his shirt and tie. "Oh man, you're dead! This suit is new" "You were already wet!!" she laughed "True, and plus I was wet by myself last time, now you're here" he smiled his drop dead smile that made Abby's knees go weak. "Haven't we done this before?" Carter asked. "Not for a while!" they laughed "You know, I think I've seen you more times wet then dry this week" "Technically that's not true" he said. She raised her eyebrow "Oh yeah" He continued "I believe we spent a lot of time with no clothes on!" A grin started to form on Abby's face covered by her drenched hair "Really I can't remember" Abby started to unbutton his shirt slyly. "Oh I can remember very clearly" He stated "Well maybe I need reminding" Abby lingered inches from his face. Carter leaned in for a slow but passionate kiss while the water cascaded down each other as they became one. Thoughts ran between them of love and longing, longing for the nearness of each other being apart and not knowing no another's love for so long and now spending every waking moment in each other's company, scared of a moment apart. Steam rose from the shower cubical, as each thought became a reality, the thirst, hunger, and the need. It all changed in seconds, no longer just best friends but lovers, the transition over enemy lines and knowing that there was no going back, ever.