AUTHOR'S NOTE
A little chapter... Sorry for the extremely long wait. I still have more if you're still interested. Let me know. Enjoy!!
Chapter 9: Sweet Dreams
"Abby? Abby?" Carter called as he tried to gently stir Abby awake.
"John?" she asked, a little disoriented. "Where are we?"
"I had the cab stop at my place. I need to check something, then I'll take you home." Carter was a little worried since he had left everything (all of his cash and the deed to the house) with Kem when he left angrily and hurriedly. He had no idea if she was still around or if he even owned the house anymore.
"No," Abby mumbled.
"What? It's all right, Abby. I'll only be a second..."
"No, I want to stay here. I need sleep...now," she said while yawning and stretching.
"Okay," he answered as he quickly paid the driver and helped her inside.
"Hello?" he called as he tentatively opened the front door.
"What, do you have to let your mother know that you're home or something? Come on, Carter," Abby said, impatient with his hesitancy to enter the house. "I'm exhausted. Where are the bedroom suites in this castle?" she asked, heading toward the stairs.
He led her upstairs and opened his bedroom door slowly. Everything seemed to be in order as he flicked on the light switch. He found his wallet, cash, and credit cards exactly where he had left them on the bed. Breathing a sigh of relief, he gathered everything up and returned it to his wallet.
"Mmmm," Abby sighed. "I found my bed."
Carter looked up to see Abby comfortably sprawled out across the other side of the king size bed.
"This is my bed, actually," he corrected her.
"There are plenty of others in this house, aren't there? I'm sure you can find one..." she said without even lifting her head off the pillow.
"Uh, I think I need a shower first," he remarked while discreetly sniffing himself. "Now that I think of it, I don't remember when I last took one."
"Hmmm," a noise came from Abby. "You obviously never perfected the art of the Polish bath."
"Excuse me?"
"You know, cleaning yourself off with a wet washcloth when a shower isn't available..."
"That's new to me."
"You live a sheltered life, John Carter."
"Okay, you're rambling now. Would you like to go first?" Carter asked.
"Are you implying that I smell?"
"No, I'm just asking..."
"It's okay, go," she commanded as she rolled over. "I'll keep your bed warm."
"And smelling ripe, too," he added before running into the bathroom to avoid a flying pillow thrown by Abby.
A while later, Carter reentered his bedroom to find Abby asleep. As he moved closer to her, he realized that her hair was damp, and she was wearing an old t-shirt of his. She must have taken a shower in one of the other bathrooms while he had.
He pulled the covers over her and bent down to kiss her cheek. He inhaled the scent of her shampoo and reveled in the sweet memories it brought him. As he turned to exit the room, she mumbled, "You always did take long, girly showers..."
Carter smiled as he turned off the light. "Good night, Abby."
"John?" she whispered.
He turned around slowly, "Yeah?" he answered.
"Stay."
Carter knew that it had taken everything that she had to even ask. Slowly, he made his way over to the bed and crawled in beside her. Taking her in his arms, the two fell into the most peaceful slumber that either of them had experienced in over a year...
A little chapter... Sorry for the extremely long wait. I still have more if you're still interested. Let me know. Enjoy!!
Chapter 9: Sweet Dreams
"Abby? Abby?" Carter called as he tried to gently stir Abby awake.
"John?" she asked, a little disoriented. "Where are we?"
"I had the cab stop at my place. I need to check something, then I'll take you home." Carter was a little worried since he had left everything (all of his cash and the deed to the house) with Kem when he left angrily and hurriedly. He had no idea if she was still around or if he even owned the house anymore.
"No," Abby mumbled.
"What? It's all right, Abby. I'll only be a second..."
"No, I want to stay here. I need sleep...now," she said while yawning and stretching.
"Okay," he answered as he quickly paid the driver and helped her inside.
"Hello?" he called as he tentatively opened the front door.
"What, do you have to let your mother know that you're home or something? Come on, Carter," Abby said, impatient with his hesitancy to enter the house. "I'm exhausted. Where are the bedroom suites in this castle?" she asked, heading toward the stairs.
He led her upstairs and opened his bedroom door slowly. Everything seemed to be in order as he flicked on the light switch. He found his wallet, cash, and credit cards exactly where he had left them on the bed. Breathing a sigh of relief, he gathered everything up and returned it to his wallet.
"Mmmm," Abby sighed. "I found my bed."
Carter looked up to see Abby comfortably sprawled out across the other side of the king size bed.
"This is my bed, actually," he corrected her.
"There are plenty of others in this house, aren't there? I'm sure you can find one..." she said without even lifting her head off the pillow.
"Uh, I think I need a shower first," he remarked while discreetly sniffing himself. "Now that I think of it, I don't remember when I last took one."
"Hmmm," a noise came from Abby. "You obviously never perfected the art of the Polish bath."
"Excuse me?"
"You know, cleaning yourself off with a wet washcloth when a shower isn't available..."
"That's new to me."
"You live a sheltered life, John Carter."
"Okay, you're rambling now. Would you like to go first?" Carter asked.
"Are you implying that I smell?"
"No, I'm just asking..."
"It's okay, go," she commanded as she rolled over. "I'll keep your bed warm."
"And smelling ripe, too," he added before running into the bathroom to avoid a flying pillow thrown by Abby.
A while later, Carter reentered his bedroom to find Abby asleep. As he moved closer to her, he realized that her hair was damp, and she was wearing an old t-shirt of his. She must have taken a shower in one of the other bathrooms while he had.
He pulled the covers over her and bent down to kiss her cheek. He inhaled the scent of her shampoo and reveled in the sweet memories it brought him. As he turned to exit the room, she mumbled, "You always did take long, girly showers..."
Carter smiled as he turned off the light. "Good night, Abby."
"John?" she whispered.
He turned around slowly, "Yeah?" he answered.
"Stay."
Carter knew that it had taken everything that she had to even ask. Slowly, he made his way over to the bed and crawled in beside her. Taking her in his arms, the two fell into the most peaceful slumber that either of them had experienced in over a year...