Summary: Carter and Abby are basking in the afterglow a la "Afternoon Delight". Hope you enjoy this bit of fluffy Carby fun.
Disclaimers: Unfortunately, I don't own Carter or Abby. The song Abby sings is "Feel Like Making Love", which is a Bad Company song (a Scotland, PA shout-out!), and I don't own that either.
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"What are you thinking?" Carter asked. He should have been well aware by now that this was a dangerous question to ask Abby. She rolled over on her side to face him, propping herself up on her elbow.
"You don't want to know..."
"Sure I do."
"Fair warning–it's another song."
"Oh, God...not again. Please don't torture me!"
"What can I say? You're so great you make me burst into spontaneous song. Look at it as me complimenting your abilities." Abby smirked as she noticed a self-congratulatory smile appear on Carter's face.
"Which one is it this time?"
Abby grinned widely and started to sing, softly at first, but gaining momentum as she worked her way through the verses.
"Baby, when I think about you, I think about looooooove..."
"Sounds like a dying animal," Carter moaned, covering his face with his hands. Abby, undeterred, shot him a dirty look and continued to sing.
"And baby, if I live without you, I live without looooooove..."
"Seriously, you're going to have all the dogs on the block howling."
"And if I had those golden dreams of my yesterdaaaaaays, I would...something....something..."
"That's it...if you can't remember the lyrics, the song stops. That's the rule." Abby simply smiled and shook her head, unaffected by Carter's complaints. She knew she had a captive audience...his boxers had landed on top of a lamp, his jeans were flung over the bookshelf, and both were out of his reach.
As she got to the chorus, she hopped off of the bed and onto the floor, treating Carter to a little bump and grind.
"Feel like making love," she crooned, swinging her hips to the beat. The site of Abby dancing in nothing but a tank top and skimpy black underwear put a quick end to Carter's complaining. She grabbed the bed post and gave a little twirl, finishing with a flourish.
"Feel like making love to yoooooou!"
At the big finish, she collapsed on the bed. The mattress shook, from both the force of Abby flopping down on it and Carter's laughter.
"You must..." Carter began, but cut himself off quickly, not wanting to strike a nerve.
"What?"
"Nothing," he replied.
"No, you can't do that. You can't start to tell me something and then not complete the thought. It's already out there on the table."
"I was just going to say...well, if you act like this when you're stone cold sober, you must have been one obnoxious drunk." Abby threw back her head and laughed, and Carter was relieved that she found his little joke funny rather than insulting.
"Yup, you've got that right," she said.
"But I really appreciated the floor show."
"Yeah, I bet you did." Abby grinned and shook her head.
"I...wouldn't mind a repeat performance."
"My next show starts at eight."
"Maybe I can persuade you to start that show a little earlier," Carter whispered and pulled her close to him, kissing her lips as she whispered back, "Definitely."