Title and Author : Brewing Storms - Chapter Two - Me - Becky
Disclaimer ; I don't own anyone. Against my wishes, both Carter and Abby belong to WB and to Michael Crichton. So really, nothing belongs to me....except, maybe, the comforter -(which is what we call over here -(england) - a duvet...)
Spoilers : Absolutely none. Unless the whole carby relationship is a surprise to you....
Style : Another chapter of absolute carby fuzz.
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Her hands worked the cotton of the comforter, folding and tucking it at every corner, and unknown to her, he was watching her. From the doorway.
" Hey," He approached her, his hands landing on her shoulders, his lips dropping a kiss to her neck, "Whatcha' doing?"
" Making the bed." She stated matter-of-factly, turning to flash him a smile.
" Oh."
" You look tired. Rough shift?"
" You, uh, you could say that." He moved from her, perching on the chair opposite, rubbing a hand across his weary eyes.
" D'you want to talk about it?"
He shook his head, allowing his gaze to travel to the carpeted floor, opening his arms slightly as an invitation to her.
She moved to him, perching in his lap, both of them sliding into the chair. Her head found his shoulder, his arms encircling her waist. They sat. In comfortable silence.
" There's some pasta in the 'fridge..." She rose slowly, all the while holding his hand, but as she stood he pulled her back down, and back into his warm embrace.
" I've eaten."
" Me too."
They again welcomed the silence, both closing their eyes, both relishing in eachother's soft breathing.
He moved his leg, shifting her with him, trying to signal for them to stand. They did.
" You okay?"
" What? Oh - yeah, I'm okay. You?" His eyes searched her's, her fingers inter-twining with his.
" Yeah. You sure?"
" Positive. I just want you, and me, and an early night." She smiled.
" I think that can be arranged." She stood on her toes, reaching up to kiss him with her fingers resting on his jaw. His arms locked around her waist, and they both closed their eyes. The moon shone through the open window, the sound of the 'EL' passing by....
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Author's Notes ; You're probably all sitting there going ; What the hell was that?! And frankly, I don't blame you. It was fairly, not there. It was just something that came to mind pretty quickly, and as I had nowhere else to put it, it seemed to fit in with the abstractly written 'Brewing Storms' - in conclusion it was the second chapter of absolute carby fuzz. Whether that is a good thing or not is still in debate, as are other things such as sensibility....hmmm....anyway you can decide by reviewing! Please do. A third chaper maybe? It's entirely up to you, and to my boredom. -(Well, *that* makes sense....not.)
