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Chapter eight
I think this one is going to be an R rating.
I've just woken up in the same position I fell asleep in. I'm on my back, Abby resting her head on my chest, my hand still holding her against me. I move my head to look at the clock, Its almost noon. I turn my neck back to Abby and notice that she's awake looking at me. I take a deep breath and stretch my chest out, her head moving up and then down as she rests on top of me. I meet her gaze.
"Hi" I speak quietly
"Hi" She murmurs softly in her sleepy voice, I love that voice.
"We slept so late."
"Ummhmm" She murmurs again in agreeance.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Like a baby" She rubs her eyes, waking herself up more.
"Ya, I guess just like a baby seeing that you woke up in the middle of the night" I joke with her and she smacks my chest lightly. She rests her hands on my chest, one on the top of the other, her chin resting on top of her hands.
"I meant after I came in here." I chuckle a little.
"Your bruises are almost gone." I reach my hand out to brush it over her face and she gives me a smile.
"Good, so maybe no one at the hospital will look at me funny today if I cover the rest up with makeup."
I'm surprised that she's going to work today, I thought she might take my advice and stay home a few more days. She sees the look of surprise on my face.
"I'm fine Carter" I look at her again with big eyes, asking her if she's sure. She understands me without words and responds,
"Well, you'll be there all day right? And I'm only working a half shift"
"Yes, I will be there all day and I'm working a half shift too, so we can ride together."
I wonder if she only decided to work today because she knows that I will be there for her in case she doesn't feel well.
"We need to get ready to go." I tell her this, even though I wish I could stay in bed with Abby forever. For a second, calling in sick does cross my mind, but who's to say that she wants to stay here with me all day too.
"I'm going to take a shower." She gets up from my chest and I immediately miss her closeness. For a minute I feel horrible, worried that I may never be this close to her again. What if she doesn't have another bad dream about Brian? Will she still come to me in the middle of the night? What if she comes anyway, even if she doesn't need comfort? Maybe, she wants my affection; maybe she wants to be with me. I guess I'll just have to wait and see. I still have to let her make the first moves. I want her to be clear about her feelings. I don't want her to be with me only because I make her feel safe, I want her to be with me because she has feelings for me. I know that she likes my comfort, but I wonder if she could love me?
I'm brought out of my daze to see Abby standing in my doorway with a towel wrapped around her wet body.
"You getting in, were gonna be late."
I quickly turn my body away from her, afraid that she just saw my morning visitor tenting my sheets. What does she expect? She's standing in my doorway half naked and wet after just getting out of my bed. I'm just lucky that it didn't pop up when she was actually in my bed with me!
"Ya, Ya, just a sec"
She walks back into the bathroom and into her room, shutting the door behind her. I try to think of anything but her right now to get my friend back to its original state. . . . Dr. Green . . . Dr. Weaver . . . Dr. Dave . . .Oh look, there it goes.
It's around the middle of our shift and I spot Abby walking up towards the front desk. She has stuck by my side most of the day; we made jokes about her being my personal nurse. I know she feels the most comfortable around me. No questioning looks or starring at her bruises. The only starring she gets from me are longing gazes, and I think she likes them.
"Your doing good" I say to her.
"Well I have done this before" She responds sarcastically.
"Lets rent a movie tonight" As I make my suggestion to Abby, I get a questioning look from Susan who is standing behind her.
I'm pretty sure she is asking one of a couple questions. "Abby's still staying at your house?" or, "So you guys are spending a lot of time together?" or, "You love her, don't you!" I choose to ignore Susan, focusing back on Abby.
"I might make you watch something girly." She responds to my suggestion.
"Well I might make you do something for me then" I joke with her and she laughs easily at me, shaking her head.
Its three hours later and Abby and I are both getting off about now. I finish changing out of my lab coat in the lounge and then head out to look for her. Hopefully she's not stuck with a patient. I spot her in exam 3 and wait outside, watching as she interacts with a little boy that's sitting on the bed. She's so sweet and cute when she thinks no one is watching. I can tell that the little boy is scared but she's comforting him and making him feel better. She pulls a lollipop out of her scrub pocket and I see the little boys face light up. If only we can all solve our problems with lollipops.
She walks out of the exam room and spots me waiting for her.
"Its amazing what kids will do for candy!" She sounds proud of her smart thinking. She grabs my hand and leads me down the hall. "Lets get out of here."
We arrive at the video store, Abby holding my hand in hers pulling me of course to the romantic comedy section.
"How about a Bond movie?" I suggest trying to pull her the other way.
"Too "bang bang shoot em' up. How about When Harry met Sally?" No way I'm watching something that girly.
"Too sappy. How about Boogie Nights?" I anticipate her saying "too sexy." I haven't seen it, but I heard it's pretty racy.
"Never saw it." She replies.
"Neither did I."
"Okay." We say simultaneously.
An hour later, we are huddled up on the couch in our pajamas. I get up to pop in the movie and walk back to the couch, picking up a blanket on the way, to throw it over our cold bodies. I reach my hand under the blanket and stroke abbys bare leg up and down trying to warm her up. I am extra cautious about how far up her leg I let my hand travel. After a couple of minutes, she reaches her hand under the blanket and intertwines it with mine, taking it in her lap with her. I look at her and smile. She looks back at me, her eyes meeting mine.
"You've been so good to me, thank you."
"Its not hard to treat you like a princess." I tell her, as I stoke her right cheek with my free hand and place a gentle kiss on her left cheek. "Its actually fun."
I let her go when we both hear a couple having sex on the television. Both of our attention is reverted back to the movie. This movie is a lot sexier than I thought it would be and I'm slightly embarrassed that I'm sitting next to Abby watching what is basically porn. We watch in silence. I keep hoping that I wont get turned on by all of this. I don't want Abby to notice that I'm uncomfortable because we're both adults and we should be able to watch this movie together without the embarrassment.
The movie is halfway over when Abby reaches her left hand under the covers and rests it on my thigh. We have pretty much kept a distance on the couch due to the explicit content of the movie, but she seems very comfortable now as she starts to rub her hand gently up and down my thigh. She scoots her body closer to me, my arms reaching behind her to lean her against me. I'm really not sure what's happening here. Is it possible that she wants to be with me as much as I want to be with her? We haven't talked about our new closeness yet but maybe we should. Until a couple of days ago, I had never even hugged Abby before; I had never been physically close to her. We have had such strong feelings for each other and been so close in other ways, you could probably say that we have had an emotional affair. If we were going to go ahead with a relationship, the only thing left to discover would be our sexual relationship.
The movie ends and Abbys head is now resting in my lap, my hand drawing lazy circles on her stomach, her body lying stretched out on the couch. I pick up the remote and flick the TV off, the room now pitched black. Neither of us move to get up yet, I know that I don't want to ever get up from this position. I lean my head down to try to look into her eyes to see if she's still awake.
"I'm awake" She whispers as she notices my face closer to her.
"Lets go to sleep" I suggest, hoping that she'll sleep in my bed again tonight.
"I can't move" I pick her head up gently from my lap and move her aside so I can get up. I reach my arms out at her to help her off the couch; she grabs my hands, but doesn't pull herself up. I don't think she's got the energy. I let her hands slip out of my hands, reaching under her armpits, I pick her up and bring her chest to mine as she raps her legs around my waist, my arms encircling her back holding her tightly to me, her arms around my neck. I walk up the stairs carrying her like she's my baby. There is something about holding her like this that makes me feel that she is so much mine.
I pass her door and go straight into my bedroom. Who are we kidding; I'm not sure that she'll be sleeping in her own bedroom much more. At least that's not what I want; I want her to stay with me. I slowly lay her on the bed, lowering the back of her head in my hand, her eyes closed, she's probably half asleep. I let her go and she lifts her arms up and her chest out, stretching her body. She opens her eyes and looks around the room.
"Wrong bedroom" She whispers in her sleepy voice.
I sit down on the bed next to her, hovering over her, I stroke up and down her arm.
"Right bedroom" I correct her in a throaty whisper.
"Right bedroom" She repeats as she stairs back up at me.
I get up to turn the lights off, take off my shirt and crawl into bed with Abby. I am no longer afraid of touching her, its obvious that she doesn't mind it, in fact, I'm sure now that she wants me as close to her as possible. I pull the sheets over us and grab her hips to pull her body closer to me. We lye facing each other, my hand still on her side, I think I have graduated from rubbing to caressing, as I slip under her shirt to touch her bare skin. This is the best feeling I have ever felt with a woman, holding each other and touching gently, I have to make sure she feels it too.
"Abby" My voice comes from deep in my throat. I'm pretty sure that was my sexy voice, even though I didn't mean to use it, I can't help it.
"Hmm?" She replies without opening her mouth.
"Are you feeling this like I am?"
She moves even closer to me, gliding her hand over my back, moving her right leg so its in between mine, I think she's showing me that her answer is yes. Now are bodies are entangled, our legs, our arms, we couldn't be closer. She then shakes her head yes into my neck where it's resting.
"I want to touch you more." I whisper into her ear.
She moves her hand to my bare chest and runs her fingers down it causing me to shiver. I can feel her smiling, like she's glad she's got me wanting her. I start to move my hand out from under her shirt, down her back, over her sleep shorts and down her butt. I glide my hand up and down her backside, to the back of her thighs and in between the back of her legs, applying slight pressure to her body. Abby reaches her right arm out and over my hand that's touching her. For a second I think that she's stopping me, like I have gone too far. And now I'm worried that I have hurt her in some way. She takes my hand and moves it from her bottom half and brings it up in between our chests. She pauses for a second and then moves my hand underneath her t-shirt and up to her chest, gliding my hand over her breast. I touch her so softly, not wanting to be too eager and harsh. She lets my hand go, tracing my arm back to my body and over my back again. I trail my hands down her stomach and over her belly button and back up to her breast. She breathes deeply and lets out a sigh, letting me know that this feels good. I play with the hem of her shorts, knowing that I'm not going to go there tonight, even though she probably wouldn't mind. I feel her touching me now; her left hand is behind my head playing in my hair as her right is tracing a trail from my chest down my sides and over my butt. I can't believe Abby is touching me this way, I cant believe I'm touching her. Now we have hit the point of no return. She's no longer just a friend; she has finally let me get closer. I run my hands up her back and pull her closer to me so our bodies are touching. I want to feel her and to get to know her tonight. I don't want to have sex yet, and I don't want to kiss her yet. Those things will be so special when they happen and I want to give her time to take this all in. If it was anyone else, I would have slept with that person already, but not Abby, this is different. We both start to get tired and settle into the bed and to each other.
"I like you here." I whisper to her. She's starting to fall sleep.
"In your bed or at your house?" She replies tiredly, laughing a little.
"Well, both" I answer her.
"I like it here too." Her eyes start to close.
"In my bed or at my house?" I play with her.
"In your bed." I laugh at her response, rubbing her body from her neck to her legs, "The house isn't bad either." She mumbles into my neck. I roll onto my back and take her with me, laying her on top of my chest. I stoke her hair and kiss the top of her head as we fall asleep holding each other.