A Short Chapter, but let me know what you think!
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Abby looked at the clock, it was 12. Carter would most likely be asleep now, so she could go paint the room.
It had been a really fun night. Susan, Chuck, Julia and Maggie were all there and they ate, talked, played Charades and Taboo. It had been really fun. Abby was reluctant to stay up late, she was full and tired, but she knew what she had to do.
Abby walked over to her door and opened it. The light in Carter's room was off. She felt very secretive. Like a special agent or FBI or something. Well all except the stomach that poked out in front of her.
She crept down the stairs, to the basement, where the paint and rollers were stored. She had chosen a greenish color. It was a neutral color, but it was a lighter green, so that when the sun hit it, it would be beautiful.
She crept back upstairs into the nursery, placing the paint on the ground, she looked up at the first wall she had to paint. She started to walk over to it, when she tripped over something on the ground, a roller.
"Shit." Abby swore, it hurt a lot.
"Abby?"
Abby froze, it was Carter. What was he doing there?
"Why are you here?" She asked.
"Oh, ummm, me. I'm not doing anything. You?"
"Oh, ummmmm same."
Abby knew though why he was here, the same reason she was. They were both going to give each other the same present. Abby walked over to the light switch, and turned on the light. Carter had started to paint half a wall, not very much yet.
Abby smiled at him. She understood, and so did he.
"This was supposed to be my Christmas present to you."
"Same."
They both laughed.
"We better finish it."
So Abby walked over to him. He was using the same color paint as her, because he must have found the extra there was in the basement. Abby picked up a roller and started to paint, both were laughing.
Around an hour later they were finished. They stood back and looked at the walls.
"I like it." Abby said.
"So do I. But I want to see it in the light."
Abby stood next to Carter, and then she looked out the window. She walked over to it.
"It's snowing again." Abby remarked.
She heard Carter walk up behind her. She was unusually aware of his presence just over her left shoulder. She was getting goosebumbs, even though she it wasn't cold in the house. She wanted more than anything for him to touch her, to feel his hands on her skin. Just then the light flickered and went off. The power had gone out.
"Merry Christmas, Abby." He whispered over her shoulder.
Abby turned her head to look up at him. He was watching her, mesmerized. The light from the snow was reflecting on his face. He took at step closer to her, and Abby caught her breath. Not daring to breath, or move a muscle.
Carter reached behind her, taking her hand in his. Even the air seemed to stand still for Abby. She didn't know what he was thinking, but it didn't matter. Nothing did, except for him, in the seconds that he stared at her. Using his other hand, he pulled her to him, not forceful, almost longing.
Carter placed his hand under her chin. Staring into her eyes, Abby could see something there, something she wanted to have, to hold forever. Then he slowly lowered his head towards hers, and she shut her eyes, blocking out the real world the surrounded her, and feeling the one she was gliding into.
His kiss was intoxicating, making her want more and more. She fell into him, his body and muscles. This is what she had been craving, what she had been wanting and needing. As the kiss stopped, Carter pulled her deeper into a hug, unclasping their hands, Abby realized hers was all sweaty and clammy.
"Abby?" The noise seemed to be coming from far away, pulling her back to the world. Making her realize she was still standing on wood, the air around her, the light from the window.
"Abby, Carter?" It was her mother, opening the door to the room.
Abby quickly moved out of Carter's hug, so it just looked like they were standing in the room, and had been talking. She was still infront of the window, looking out into the night.
"Maggie, it's just us. We couldn't sleep and seemed to meet in the room."
Carter explained to her, trying to make it sound convincing.
"Oh okay." She sounded skeptical.
"The power is out mom."
"I know honey." Maggie said.
She was standing in the door way watching them suspiciously. There was a silence, and uncomfortable one. Abby shifted on the floor, now becoming aware of her back, which was hurting from the painting.
"I am, I'm going back to bed." Abby managed to get out.
"Night." Said Carter from behind her.
Abby climbed the stairs and got back into bed. She lay there, thinking, listening. Abby heard Carter climb the stairs, and then the noises stopped. She hadn't heard his door open, he was still standing in the hallway. He's probably thinking too, she thought.
About a minute later she heard his door open, and then close. Abby let out a sigh of relief. In a way, she had wanted him to come in with her. She wanted him. But she was glad he didn't, she wouldn't have known how to react if he did.
Abby turned over onto her other side, pulling the blankets up around her. Did she still love him? She did. But did he still love her, that she didn't know.
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Abby looked at the clock, it was 12. Carter would most likely be asleep now, so she could go paint the room.
It had been a really fun night. Susan, Chuck, Julia and Maggie were all there and they ate, talked, played Charades and Taboo. It had been really fun. Abby was reluctant to stay up late, she was full and tired, but she knew what she had to do.
Abby walked over to her door and opened it. The light in Carter's room was off. She felt very secretive. Like a special agent or FBI or something. Well all except the stomach that poked out in front of her.
She crept down the stairs, to the basement, where the paint and rollers were stored. She had chosen a greenish color. It was a neutral color, but it was a lighter green, so that when the sun hit it, it would be beautiful.
She crept back upstairs into the nursery, placing the paint on the ground, she looked up at the first wall she had to paint. She started to walk over to it, when she tripped over something on the ground, a roller.
"Shit." Abby swore, it hurt a lot.
"Abby?"
Abby froze, it was Carter. What was he doing there?
"Why are you here?" She asked.
"Oh, ummm, me. I'm not doing anything. You?"
"Oh, ummmmm same."
Abby knew though why he was here, the same reason she was. They were both going to give each other the same present. Abby walked over to the light switch, and turned on the light. Carter had started to paint half a wall, not very much yet.
Abby smiled at him. She understood, and so did he.
"This was supposed to be my Christmas present to you."
"Same."
They both laughed.
"We better finish it."
So Abby walked over to him. He was using the same color paint as her, because he must have found the extra there was in the basement. Abby picked up a roller and started to paint, both were laughing.
Around an hour later they were finished. They stood back and looked at the walls.
"I like it." Abby said.
"So do I. But I want to see it in the light."
Abby stood next to Carter, and then she looked out the window. She walked over to it.
"It's snowing again." Abby remarked.
She heard Carter walk up behind her. She was unusually aware of his presence just over her left shoulder. She was getting goosebumbs, even though she it wasn't cold in the house. She wanted more than anything for him to touch her, to feel his hands on her skin. Just then the light flickered and went off. The power had gone out.
"Merry Christmas, Abby." He whispered over her shoulder.
Abby turned her head to look up at him. He was watching her, mesmerized. The light from the snow was reflecting on his face. He took at step closer to her, and Abby caught her breath. Not daring to breath, or move a muscle.
Carter reached behind her, taking her hand in his. Even the air seemed to stand still for Abby. She didn't know what he was thinking, but it didn't matter. Nothing did, except for him, in the seconds that he stared at her. Using his other hand, he pulled her to him, not forceful, almost longing.
Carter placed his hand under her chin. Staring into her eyes, Abby could see something there, something she wanted to have, to hold forever. Then he slowly lowered his head towards hers, and she shut her eyes, blocking out the real world the surrounded her, and feeling the one she was gliding into.
His kiss was intoxicating, making her want more and more. She fell into him, his body and muscles. This is what she had been craving, what she had been wanting and needing. As the kiss stopped, Carter pulled her deeper into a hug, unclasping their hands, Abby realized hers was all sweaty and clammy.
"Abby?" The noise seemed to be coming from far away, pulling her back to the world. Making her realize she was still standing on wood, the air around her, the light from the window.
"Abby, Carter?" It was her mother, opening the door to the room.
Abby quickly moved out of Carter's hug, so it just looked like they were standing in the room, and had been talking. She was still infront of the window, looking out into the night.
"Maggie, it's just us. We couldn't sleep and seemed to meet in the room."
Carter explained to her, trying to make it sound convincing.
"Oh okay." She sounded skeptical.
"The power is out mom."
"I know honey." Maggie said.
She was standing in the door way watching them suspiciously. There was a silence, and uncomfortable one. Abby shifted on the floor, now becoming aware of her back, which was hurting from the painting.
"I am, I'm going back to bed." Abby managed to get out.
"Night." Said Carter from behind her.
Abby climbed the stairs and got back into bed. She lay there, thinking, listening. Abby heard Carter climb the stairs, and then the noises stopped. She hadn't heard his door open, he was still standing in the hallway. He's probably thinking too, she thought.
About a minute later she heard his door open, and then close. Abby let out a sigh of relief. In a way, she had wanted him to come in with her. She wanted him. But she was glad he didn't, she wouldn't have known how to react if he did.
Abby turned over onto her other side, pulling the blankets up around her. Did she still love him? She did. But did he still love her, that she didn't know.