Author's notes: Warning Kat's Chapter. Please read and review.
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I stop dead in my tracks threatening to turn around. I listen closely, did she actually call me back. Its something I have only dreamt about, never would I have imagined this could happen. Never would I have thought she could reach out in such a way that would render her vulnerable. I turn my body around, she is standing in front of me, pleading eyes, a tired worn out face. But to me she's beautiful. I walk down to her, taking one step at a time. Her hair is falling in front of her eyes, I brush the strands away. "I thought you-" I start, she doesn't let me finish, her mouth goes up to mine, planting a small kiss on my lips. She pulls away, placing a shaking hand onto my shoulder. "I can't hurt him." She whispers, I nod understanding what she is going through, what she feels. She pulls me closer to her, tears on her cheeks, I hug her tightly. Not wanting to ever let her go. "Abby-"
She shakes her head into my chest, indicating that she does not want me to ruin the moment. I squeeze her, leaning down and placing a feather light kiss on her cheek. My lips wander over to her mouth, tracing a line from her cheek to her mouth. My eyes close, as our lips meet, tongues tangle, tasting misery. Tasting what could be the end of our lives as we know it. Her hand slowly trails up under my jacket, pulling my shirt out of its fastened in place. She touches my skin causing me to flinch, the cold on her finger tips causing a shiver down my spine. "We can't do this." She whispers pulling from me. "Not here." My heart jumps down from its recently attained spot in my throat. I take her hand in mine leading her to the only safe spot I know of. We quickly walk towards my truck, I bought one not too long ago. I still have my jeep, but the truck appealed to me in a way the jeep never did. I don't drive it all the time, but tonight it will come in handy. I open the passenger side door for her, driving away from the public area. We drive in silence, she does not ask where we are going and I do not tell her. Conversation can only wreck this moment. Communication is what wrecked us. Was there ever really an us? I don't know, I guess I never will. I do know that right now I have more passion for this women then I have for any other women. I am not sure why this is. Maybe because I can't have her. Technically she is not mine, she is his. How I hate him. My fists clench, turning my knuckles white just thinking about the son of a bitch. I instinctively rub my cheek, the spot he brutalized. I can feel Abby's hand replacing my own on that spot.
"I'm sorry." She whimpers, I reach up and grab her hand placing it in mine. We hold onto each other tightly, afraid that breaking our physical connection will break the emotional connection. I bring my truck to a stop, in a deserted parking lot. One that has not been occupied in years. It is beside a rickety abandoned building. She turns her head to look at me, so many questions, so few answers. I did not bring her here to explain anything, I brought her here for one reason, and one reason only. To feel her one more time. I will never get to again, I need too. I need to feel myself inside her, I need her to feel me inside her. To enjoy it as much as she did the other night. I need the release, the type I can't get with Kem. Kem doesn't know all the phases on John Carter, she only knows the John Carter that she has know. She knows nothing about the journey that I took to become the man I am today. Abby, well she knows it all. She knows all the twists, turns, rough patches, good patches. Everything. I can feel her hand run all over my shoulder, pulling my coat off of me. I pull it back on, jumping out of the truck, she follows suit, following me over to the abandon building. "What is this?" She murmurs. I shake my head, I really don't know. I have no clue what this place is or what it was. I don't know. "Then why are we here?" She pulls on my arm, I turn to her again. "I don't know. I wanted to get away. You know? From everything." I pause licking my lips, "from you, from the city, from the lawyers... everything." She looks puzzled, but continues to listen without interruption. "So I took off, and now look what I have? Nothing. I mean, I have something, I have a son. I could not be more thrilled about it. He is just-" A small smile plays over my lips as I think of Kassim, his mop of dark hair. That smile, he is it, he's my life. "He's your world." She chokes on these words, "I get it John." She walks back to the truck, I run after her, she walks behind the truck to the passenger side, but I stop her before she can get there. My hands placed firmly on her shoulders. "Abby, we-"
"I know." She finishes for me, "I know John." I shake my head, she doesn't know what is going on in my mind. "No you don't. I love you, I- I, I love Kem. You love Zach." She nods her head in agreement, the tears threatening to fall. "We can't be together, I don't think we really want to be together." She says, she's right, up until a day or so ago I had never really thought about her, then all of a sudden... BOOM. She's in my life, turning it upside down. "Okay." I nod in agreement, we watch each other for a few moments, neither knowing what to say next, her hand goes up to my untucked shirt, from her earlier adventures. She roams underneath it, touch my stomach, tracing a pattern. Our eyes remain locked, sharing a moment, a thought, a feeling. Her touch causes the already anxious butterflies in my stomach to flutter around. She slowly makes her way down to my belt, I pull her in closer to me, wanting to feel my body against hers. The April breeze rushes through her hair. Her fingers slowly undo my belt buckle, as our lips meet, sharing a passionate kiss, my mouth opens allowing her tongue to roam. She removes her hand from my belt, up my chest then through my hair. The stirring in my pants, calls her back down as she undoes my pants, I pull myself onto the back of the truck, our lips not parting for a second. I kiss her deeply before letting her go and helping her onto the truck, we lie down on the hard metal, neither of us paying attention to the hard cold metal on our bodies.
She finishes pulling my pants off, I stop her for a second to take my jacket off and lay it under us, I don't mind being cold and waking up in aches and pains, because ultimately that is what I deserve, but she deserves much better, I did this to her. I am wrecking her. She avoids eye contact as she undoes everyone of my shirt buttons, taking time to lick, kiss and suck my chest. My breathing deepens as she slowly makes her way down my chest. I realize that she is just giving not taking, I am surprised she is even doing this, last time she stopped trying to torture me. I bring my hand up under her shirt, I help her shrug off her jacket, her mouth has made it down just above me, my breathing quickens as she makes her way down ever so slowly. She tops pulling herself back up to me, replacing her mouth with her hands, and kissing me passionately. I pull her shirt over her head, exposing her upper half, almost completely. I run my trembling fingers over her stomach, as her pace quickens on me. Suddenly she stops, leaving me hanging. She is torturing me again, she hates me. She hates the things we do together, so do I. But we can't stop, so when we end up in these situations we take our aggressions out in a sexual matter. She begins pumping me again, getting into a rhythm, I pull myself on top of her, I move down to her chest, taking her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, a soft moan escapes from her mouth, I can't keep doing this, hurting her, hurting myself...
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I stop dead in my tracks threatening to turn around. I listen closely, did she actually call me back. Its something I have only dreamt about, never would I have imagined this could happen. Never would I have thought she could reach out in such a way that would render her vulnerable. I turn my body around, she is standing in front of me, pleading eyes, a tired worn out face. But to me she's beautiful. I walk down to her, taking one step at a time. Her hair is falling in front of her eyes, I brush the strands away. "I thought you-" I start, she doesn't let me finish, her mouth goes up to mine, planting a small kiss on my lips. She pulls away, placing a shaking hand onto my shoulder. "I can't hurt him." She whispers, I nod understanding what she is going through, what she feels. She pulls me closer to her, tears on her cheeks, I hug her tightly. Not wanting to ever let her go. "Abby-"
She shakes her head into my chest, indicating that she does not want me to ruin the moment. I squeeze her, leaning down and placing a feather light kiss on her cheek. My lips wander over to her mouth, tracing a line from her cheek to her mouth. My eyes close, as our lips meet, tongues tangle, tasting misery. Tasting what could be the end of our lives as we know it. Her hand slowly trails up under my jacket, pulling my shirt out of its fastened in place. She touches my skin causing me to flinch, the cold on her finger tips causing a shiver down my spine. "We can't do this." She whispers pulling from me. "Not here." My heart jumps down from its recently attained spot in my throat. I take her hand in mine leading her to the only safe spot I know of. We quickly walk towards my truck, I bought one not too long ago. I still have my jeep, but the truck appealed to me in a way the jeep never did. I don't drive it all the time, but tonight it will come in handy. I open the passenger side door for her, driving away from the public area. We drive in silence, she does not ask where we are going and I do not tell her. Conversation can only wreck this moment. Communication is what wrecked us. Was there ever really an us? I don't know, I guess I never will. I do know that right now I have more passion for this women then I have for any other women. I am not sure why this is. Maybe because I can't have her. Technically she is not mine, she is his. How I hate him. My fists clench, turning my knuckles white just thinking about the son of a bitch. I instinctively rub my cheek, the spot he brutalized. I can feel Abby's hand replacing my own on that spot.
"I'm sorry." She whimpers, I reach up and grab her hand placing it in mine. We hold onto each other tightly, afraid that breaking our physical connection will break the emotional connection. I bring my truck to a stop, in a deserted parking lot. One that has not been occupied in years. It is beside a rickety abandoned building. She turns her head to look at me, so many questions, so few answers. I did not bring her here to explain anything, I brought her here for one reason, and one reason only. To feel her one more time. I will never get to again, I need too. I need to feel myself inside her, I need her to feel me inside her. To enjoy it as much as she did the other night. I need the release, the type I can't get with Kem. Kem doesn't know all the phases on John Carter, she only knows the John Carter that she has know. She knows nothing about the journey that I took to become the man I am today. Abby, well she knows it all. She knows all the twists, turns, rough patches, good patches. Everything. I can feel her hand run all over my shoulder, pulling my coat off of me. I pull it back on, jumping out of the truck, she follows suit, following me over to the abandon building. "What is this?" She murmurs. I shake my head, I really don't know. I have no clue what this place is or what it was. I don't know. "Then why are we here?" She pulls on my arm, I turn to her again. "I don't know. I wanted to get away. You know? From everything." I pause licking my lips, "from you, from the city, from the lawyers... everything." She looks puzzled, but continues to listen without interruption. "So I took off, and now look what I have? Nothing. I mean, I have something, I have a son. I could not be more thrilled about it. He is just-" A small smile plays over my lips as I think of Kassim, his mop of dark hair. That smile, he is it, he's my life. "He's your world." She chokes on these words, "I get it John." She walks back to the truck, I run after her, she walks behind the truck to the passenger side, but I stop her before she can get there. My hands placed firmly on her shoulders. "Abby, we-"
"I know." She finishes for me, "I know John." I shake my head, she doesn't know what is going on in my mind. "No you don't. I love you, I- I, I love Kem. You love Zach." She nods her head in agreement, the tears threatening to fall. "We can't be together, I don't think we really want to be together." She says, she's right, up until a day or so ago I had never really thought about her, then all of a sudden... BOOM. She's in my life, turning it upside down. "Okay." I nod in agreement, we watch each other for a few moments, neither knowing what to say next, her hand goes up to my untucked shirt, from her earlier adventures. She roams underneath it, touch my stomach, tracing a pattern. Our eyes remain locked, sharing a moment, a thought, a feeling. Her touch causes the already anxious butterflies in my stomach to flutter around. She slowly makes her way down to my belt, I pull her in closer to me, wanting to feel my body against hers. The April breeze rushes through her hair. Her fingers slowly undo my belt buckle, as our lips meet, sharing a passionate kiss, my mouth opens allowing her tongue to roam. She removes her hand from my belt, up my chest then through my hair. The stirring in my pants, calls her back down as she undoes my pants, I pull myself onto the back of the truck, our lips not parting for a second. I kiss her deeply before letting her go and helping her onto the truck, we lie down on the hard metal, neither of us paying attention to the hard cold metal on our bodies.
She finishes pulling my pants off, I stop her for a second to take my jacket off and lay it under us, I don't mind being cold and waking up in aches and pains, because ultimately that is what I deserve, but she deserves much better, I did this to her. I am wrecking her. She avoids eye contact as she undoes everyone of my shirt buttons, taking time to lick, kiss and suck my chest. My breathing deepens as she slowly makes her way down my chest. I realize that she is just giving not taking, I am surprised she is even doing this, last time she stopped trying to torture me. I bring my hand up under her shirt, I help her shrug off her jacket, her mouth has made it down just above me, my breathing quickens as she makes her way down ever so slowly. She tops pulling herself back up to me, replacing her mouth with her hands, and kissing me passionately. I pull her shirt over her head, exposing her upper half, almost completely. I run my trembling fingers over her stomach, as her pace quickens on me. Suddenly she stops, leaving me hanging. She is torturing me again, she hates me. She hates the things we do together, so do I. But we can't stop, so when we end up in these situations we take our aggressions out in a sexual matter. She begins pumping me again, getting into a rhythm, I pull myself on top of her, I move down to her chest, taking her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, a soft moan escapes from her mouth, I can't keep doing this, hurting her, hurting myself...