Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original ER characters, however I have
made up a few of my own.
The Mistakes We Make: Part Four
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A smile played on her lips as she went to put the alcohol away and then begin her walk to her room. He didn't look at her as she sauntered off but after a debate with his inner conscious, he emptied the third glass she'd poured and began to follow her path. The place was total silence, give or take a few far off gunshots and occasional moans of injured patients or dreaming doctors. After walking a distance he realized that there was no one in front of him and he wasn't aware as to where Gillian's room was, if that was where he was even intending to go. At this point, it didn't really matter where he ended up. If was alone, that was fine. If he wasn't alone, that was fine as well. Finally he felt a hand reach out and grab the front of his shirt as he began to pass by a room and pull him inside. The door shut softly and with a click it trapped him inside, staring at the flickering of candles against the dark night.
His mind was spinning by now. He couldn't think straight but somehow his body knew how to react. He used his own hands to pull his damp T-shirt over his head and as he tossed it away he felt Gillian's arms wrap around his stomach and down to his jeans as her fingers slowly released the button and then slid the zipper down. His arms remained outstretched as he let her do as she pleased. Her lips brushed around his shoulders, taking nips out of his neck as his pants were on the floor in a heap and he was left standing in front of her with only his boxers on. By this time he could feel the alcohol kicking in and all conscious through flew out the window as he slowly turned to face her, but her lips never left his skin, now trailing across his collarbone and across his jaw, never landing on his lips, before kissing the upper curve of one peck, before tracing over to the other.
"You have too many clothes on," Carter whispered as his finally reached out to touch her, landing squarely on her hips. His fingers curled around the hem of her tank top and he pulled it over her head, revealing a beautiful sight that he was yet to see as his eyes were still glued to hers. While one hand discarded the tank top, the other pulled on the string holding up her scrubs and they crumbled to the floor, leaving them standing before each other in their underwear. "If Luka kills me . . ." Carter started but she place two fingers to his lips.
"You talk to much," she told him as he wet the pad of her fingers with his tongue before taking them fully into his mouth.
She slowly stood on her tiptoes and replaced her fingers with her mouth. Flesh to flesh, neither of them moved from that spot as he angled his head to one side and just let the feel of her lips on his seep into his skin. Finally his lips parted and his tongue demanded entrance to her mouth. It was hot and urgent and it promised things to come that he hadn't experienced in a long time. He felt it the second their tongues touched. A surge of electrical energy passed through him, almost making him weak in the knees. There was something about this girl that made the earth rotate in a different direction. And by the way she kissed him back, he knew she felt the same way. She was the total opposite of Abby. Something about Gillian set him on fire. Not that Abby didn't, but with Abby it was about love, and being gentle was key.
She broke the kiss first and began a trail of hot kisses down his chest, twirling her tongue in his belly button. His fingers found they only thing they could grab onto. They meshed themselves into her hair, massaging her scalp as his boxers were suddenly to his ankles.
Once, when they were first exploring each other's bodies, Carter shared an experience like this with Abby. When they first started dating it wasn't fully about love, but fulfillment of the passion that surged inside of them. It was, at that point, a fire that needed to be put out. Yet, as time passed, he became gentler with her, wanting to please her first and they never really discussed it again.
Now they were over and he was suddenly with another woman who could care less and would probably kill him if he was gentle and slow. He wondered if the man that stole Abby away from him was gentle.
When his thoughts finally returned to the situation at hand, he found they were lying on her bed, both naked, her kisses trailing along his jaw and down his neck, where she found one spot to drive him crazy. It elicited a moan deep in his throat as she began to pay extra attention to it, sucking, taking small bites and then kissing it all better, before continuing the routine. At this rate he was bound to have a sizable mark the next day which he didn't want to explain.
"Stop thinking and just feel," Gillian whispered into his ear before grazing her teeth over the soft skin.
"I'm not thinking."
"Sure you are. I can see it. If you want to think, I'll give you something to think about."
And from that point on, Abby was a distant memory, and even when he woke up the next morning to the soft lips of a woman tracing his scars, he didn't think about Abby. She was too timid to bring up the past. Gillian was brave. She brought out in him, what Abby was too petrified to.
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Author's Note: Please continue to R&R and please also read and respond to my other stories. My main focus in everything is on Carter and not on who he's in a relationship with. Thanks.
The Mistakes We Make: Part Four
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A smile played on her lips as she went to put the alcohol away and then begin her walk to her room. He didn't look at her as she sauntered off but after a debate with his inner conscious, he emptied the third glass she'd poured and began to follow her path. The place was total silence, give or take a few far off gunshots and occasional moans of injured patients or dreaming doctors. After walking a distance he realized that there was no one in front of him and he wasn't aware as to where Gillian's room was, if that was where he was even intending to go. At this point, it didn't really matter where he ended up. If was alone, that was fine. If he wasn't alone, that was fine as well. Finally he felt a hand reach out and grab the front of his shirt as he began to pass by a room and pull him inside. The door shut softly and with a click it trapped him inside, staring at the flickering of candles against the dark night.
His mind was spinning by now. He couldn't think straight but somehow his body knew how to react. He used his own hands to pull his damp T-shirt over his head and as he tossed it away he felt Gillian's arms wrap around his stomach and down to his jeans as her fingers slowly released the button and then slid the zipper down. His arms remained outstretched as he let her do as she pleased. Her lips brushed around his shoulders, taking nips out of his neck as his pants were on the floor in a heap and he was left standing in front of her with only his boxers on. By this time he could feel the alcohol kicking in and all conscious through flew out the window as he slowly turned to face her, but her lips never left his skin, now trailing across his collarbone and across his jaw, never landing on his lips, before kissing the upper curve of one peck, before tracing over to the other.
"You have too many clothes on," Carter whispered as his finally reached out to touch her, landing squarely on her hips. His fingers curled around the hem of her tank top and he pulled it over her head, revealing a beautiful sight that he was yet to see as his eyes were still glued to hers. While one hand discarded the tank top, the other pulled on the string holding up her scrubs and they crumbled to the floor, leaving them standing before each other in their underwear. "If Luka kills me . . ." Carter started but she place two fingers to his lips.
"You talk to much," she told him as he wet the pad of her fingers with his tongue before taking them fully into his mouth.
She slowly stood on her tiptoes and replaced her fingers with her mouth. Flesh to flesh, neither of them moved from that spot as he angled his head to one side and just let the feel of her lips on his seep into his skin. Finally his lips parted and his tongue demanded entrance to her mouth. It was hot and urgent and it promised things to come that he hadn't experienced in a long time. He felt it the second their tongues touched. A surge of electrical energy passed through him, almost making him weak in the knees. There was something about this girl that made the earth rotate in a different direction. And by the way she kissed him back, he knew she felt the same way. She was the total opposite of Abby. Something about Gillian set him on fire. Not that Abby didn't, but with Abby it was about love, and being gentle was key.
She broke the kiss first and began a trail of hot kisses down his chest, twirling her tongue in his belly button. His fingers found they only thing they could grab onto. They meshed themselves into her hair, massaging her scalp as his boxers were suddenly to his ankles.
Once, when they were first exploring each other's bodies, Carter shared an experience like this with Abby. When they first started dating it wasn't fully about love, but fulfillment of the passion that surged inside of them. It was, at that point, a fire that needed to be put out. Yet, as time passed, he became gentler with her, wanting to please her first and they never really discussed it again.
Now they were over and he was suddenly with another woman who could care less and would probably kill him if he was gentle and slow. He wondered if the man that stole Abby away from him was gentle.
When his thoughts finally returned to the situation at hand, he found they were lying on her bed, both naked, her kisses trailing along his jaw and down his neck, where she found one spot to drive him crazy. It elicited a moan deep in his throat as she began to pay extra attention to it, sucking, taking small bites and then kissing it all better, before continuing the routine. At this rate he was bound to have a sizable mark the next day which he didn't want to explain.
"Stop thinking and just feel," Gillian whispered into his ear before grazing her teeth over the soft skin.
"I'm not thinking."
"Sure you are. I can see it. If you want to think, I'll give you something to think about."
And from that point on, Abby was a distant memory, and even when he woke up the next morning to the soft lips of a woman tracing his scars, he didn't think about Abby. She was too timid to bring up the past. Gillian was brave. She brought out in him, what Abby was too petrified to.
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Author's Note: Please continue to R&R and please also read and respond to my other stories. My main focus in everything is on Carter and not on who he's in a relationship with. Thanks.
