Well hello everyone! I apologize profusely for my delay in posting any chapters. I'd give you my excuses, but I'm sure you have all heard them many, many times. One thing I will say is that I am experiencing a bout of writer's block and I hate it. Anyway, I am posting several chapters today for your reading enjoyment. Please review!
"That's the last one," I say, setting down a large cardboard box, "I am officially moved out of my apartment." I look around Ray's living room; there's no space to walk anywhere in this place. "What color was your carpet again?" Ray laughs and pulls me down onto the couch. "Ray," I whine, "I have to start putting stuff away; let me do it now while I still have the motivation to."
I escape Ray's grasp and run across the room to my box of clothes. I really don't have any motivation to do this right now or ever. I look over at Ray who is staring at me with puppy dog eyes; I can't resist that. He gets off the couch and envelopes me in a hug.
This puzzle called my life is finally coming together.
I bury my face into Ray's chest. He smells great, as always, and I don't want to leave this place, ever. Ray runs his fingers through my hair and kisses the top of my head. If I listen close enough, I can hear his heart beating within his chest; it's mesmerizing.
"Hey," he whispers into my hair, "Let's go to bed."
That doesn't sound like a bad offer right now.
I place my final pair of underwear beside Ray's in the top drawer of our dresser and stand back and smile. My clothes are all put away, my blankets are on Ray's bed, and my pillow is next to his.
"What are you staring at?" Ray asks as he pushes me onto the bed.
"Our bedroom," I answer, glancing around the room, "It looks good. I never thought that unpacking could be so … enjoyable."
"Perhaps the breaks we took periodically made it so enjoyable," Ray says, kissing my neck, "I know I enjoyed them." Yeah, that's probably it. I smile as Ray begins to push my shirt up. He looks up at me with his winsome smile; I melt right there in his arms. I pull my shirt up, over my head and then try to do the same for Ray. After several unsuccessful attempts to free him of his t-shirt, I give up and let him do all the work. He lies on top of me burying my body amongst the blankets He kisses me deeply and I can tell he's becoming more and more aroused.
"We've finished the unpacking, let's celebrate," he mumbles, his voice becoming raspy. I nod in agreement and reach down to unbutton his pants.
BeepBeepBeep
I glance over at my pager that is lying on the nightstand, going off. Ray moans and rolls off of me. I reach for the pager.
"It's County," I say, "I'd better get ready." Seconds later, Ray's pager goes off.
"We can celebrate later," he says kissing my forehead.
Ray and I run through the doors of the ER; the place is a zoo. As we pass the admit desk, Carter begins chasing after us.
"Thanks for coming in guys. Okay, there was a fire at a bank, so far about 35 casualties; we're getting five maybe ten. No word on how many major." Ray and I pick up our pace and are out in the ambulance at the same time the first emergency vehicle pulls up and the back door flies open.
"I've got this one," Luka says running to the ambulance, "Abby you're with me." I follow him and listen as the paramedic gives us the information.
"Thirty-five year old male, John Salen, injuries to the head, neck, and chest. Unconscious for five minutes on the way here and is now currently awake and responsive."
"Sir, I'm doctor Lockhart and I'll be treating you." Mr. Salen looks in to my eyes and attempts to speak.
"Please help me," he says in a whisper.
"We'll do everything we can sir," I say as we push the gurney into trauma one.
"On my count," Luka says. We lift Mr. Salen onto the gurney.
"Good breath sounds on the right," I say as I listen to Mr. Salen's breathing, "Decreased breath sounds on the left." I watch Luka prepare for a chest tube. "Pupils are equal but sluggish." Mr. Salen's body begins to shake.
"He's seizing!" Haleh announces.
"Shit!"
I look up at Luka whose hands are covered in blood.
"I nicked the artery," he says, "Hang two units of O neg. Haleh, call the blood bank and get four units down here now!" Haleh runs over to the phone on the wall.
"Time of death… 17:39."
I pull my gloves off and drop them to the floor where they land in a standing pool of blood. Mr. Salen had been shipped up to the OR and Luka and I moved on to three more traumas. I am officially exhausted.
"Nice save on that teenager," I say to Luka as we leave the trauma room.
"Yeah," Luka mumbles. I look over at him; his brow is furrowed like he's in deep thought or something.
"Something on your mind?" I ask, "You seemed a little bit distracted during trauma." Luka nods and massages his temples.
"It's Sam," he answers, "She's acting very strange lately, not talking to me, avoiding me. I had to sleep out on the couch last night because she locked me out of the bedroom. I don't even know what I did."
"I'm not sure what to tell you, Luka," I say, "Maybe she thinks you're sleeping with someone else. Have you given her any reason to suspect that at all?" He leans back against the counter and stares at the ceiling. Oh my gosh, the man has to think about it. Suddenly his eyes grow wide.
"I did," he says almost choking on his words, "I said someone else's name while Sam and I were in bed together."
"You what!" I exclaim, "Luka, you're not serious are you? That's one of the worst things to do during sex." Luka nods and covers his face with his hands. "Whose name did you say?" I ask. I can't help but wonder. Maybe it was Neela; I remember how pissy Sam was during the whole "Neela has a crush on Luka" thing. How pissed would Sam be if Luka said her name during sex?
"I said your name," Luka says.
"Hey," Ray says as I walk into the bedroom. I shut the door and smile at him.
"Do you feel nice and refreshed after that shower?" he asks. I nod and let my towel fall to the floor. Ray's eyes grow wide. "Hey Gorgeous, my girlfriend isn't going to be home for a while, so why don't we make the most of our time?" I laugh and crawl into bed. Ray wraps his arms around my waist and looks into my eyes.
"So despite being stuck in trauma for hours, how was your shift?" he asks. I sigh.
"Sam hates me," I say, "It turns out that Luka is screaming my name during sex."
"Why?" Ray asks, "I mean you haven't been with for long time. Why would he all of a sudden just start moaning your name?"
"It's kind of stupid," I say, "You see, there was this one thing that I used to do that Luka really, really enjoyed. I guess Sam did it for him one night. Maybe it sparked some memories of me or something."
"And what was that one thing that Luka enjoyed so much?" Ray asks, "I'm rather intrigued by this." I blush and laugh.
"I suppose I could show you," I whisper. Ray grins and kisses me, and I slide my hands underneath his shirt up to his chest, "You have to get naked first." I don't think I've ever seen him take off his clothes so quickly. I smile and lean in to kiss him. I leave his lips and travel down to his neck and eventually move to his collarbone.
"Oh Abby," he murmurs. I glance up at him; his eyes are closed and he has a contented grin on his face. I guide my lips down to his chest and continue on to his navel. After a few minutes of kissing and teasing, I can tell that Ray is finally getting restless.
"Abby," he whines. I ignore him and continue kissing his stomach.
"Abby please," he says, "You're driving me crazy." I stop and look up at him with my best naughty smile.
"I know," I say in my best sensual voice. Ray leans his head back into the pillow and groans.
"You're only making it harder on yourself," I say, "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
If I had an evil cackle, I would seriously use it right now. My kisses continue down Ray's torso to the crest of his hip and down further to his inner thigh. I know he won't be able to stand much more of this.
"Please Abby," he says. I sit up and stare at him for a minute.
"I'm cold," I say getting out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" Ray asks, sitting up.
"I'm getting a shirt," I answer, motioning to the dresser.
"Oh no you don't," Ray says grabbing my arm and pulling me back into the bed. Maybe he knows that I'm trying to torture him. "Abby, stop playing games," he says, trying to hide his smile.
"You know you loved it," I say, "Every minute of it."
The phone on the nightstand starts its shrill ring. Ray reaches over me, grabs the phone, and rips the cord right out of the wall. Someone is obviously in need of a release. I watch him drop the phone to the floor, and then lie down on the pillow again.
"Please," he says, "I have been waiting for this all day." I cuddle up to him and nibble on his ear.
"Okay," I whisper, "Get a condom."
I watch him reach into the nightstand and come up empty handed.
"Shit," he mumbles. He turns to me. "We're out." I shrug my shoulders and lie back on the pillow.
"There's always tomorrow," I suggest.
"But I'm ready now," Ray whines.
"Well you can take care of that by yourself, can't you?" I ask, giving him a big grin. He scowls at me and groans.
"You're evil, you know that?" he says.
I know.