Secrets of the Night

by: Eyes-of-Pearl

Rating: T

Disclaimer: ER belongs to its respective owners.

Author's Note & Synopsis: Thanks you to all those who reviewed Coffee Induced Purchase and Then Some, as well as The Simplicity of it. You guys are the best.

Also, I have created a new C2: "Unchartered Territory, Unspoken Attractions" which archives Carter & Deb friendship and shippers, so any underground Jinters please check it out.

Ok for this fic, I am having a lot of trouble with the title right now, but I suppose that this will serve for now. Don't be surprised if it gets changed. This part is subtitled 'A Night of Passion,' just a plotless blurb. I'm sure you get the idea.

Secrets of the Night

A NIGHT OF PASSION

He had gotten into a habit of twisting the single gold band around his finger whenever he was nervous or in deep thought. The rhythmic movement of the single piece of metal around his fourth finger was rather comforting and the feeling helped him focus. He just did it subconsciously, unaware of his own actions. However, it was not the case with her. Even when they were preoccupied with separate tasks or having two unrelated conversations, if she was standing close enough to have him in her peripheral vision, she would notice. She would see out of the corner of her deep brown eyes, the clasping of his hands, the twisting and turning of his fingers. It was irritating really. At the same time, it was flattering because she was the one who gave him that particular ring.

Little did she know, she too had a similar fetish for cyclic metal items. Of course, she would never admit to being guilty of the same crime that he was. He knew her well enough not to tease her too often about it, but he would smirk knowingly whenever she would finger the necklace beneath her blouse. She had the habit of fumbling with the single piece of jewellery that he had given her, sliding the charm back and forth on the sterling silver chain before tucking everything back behind her lab coat.

If anybody noticed their strange behaviours, nobody commented. Then again, the unofficial rumour mill at County General Hospital could be quite extensive. One could never predict what the next hot topic for discussion would be. From his past experiences, he certainly hoped that this piece of information would be out of the loop. He was secretly happy that the particular news had been under wraps for about a month now. It was nice to savour that little secret between you and the other person involved.

She waited for him at the edge of the ER loading area. The sirens of ambulance permeated through the air. She nodded at the incoming staff and was thankful to be going home. The night air was chilly as she wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm. One hand went beneath her shirt, to seek comfort in the solitary ring which hang around her neck.

"Nervous about something?" A voice broke into her thoughts. She could recognize the voice anywhere.

"I don't know what you're talking about," feigning ignorance.

"No, of course not." He had the self-satisfied smirk and his hazel-brown eyes betrayed his real thoughts.

She rolled her eyes and decided to not wait for him and walked in the direction of the subway. He easily caught up with her and wisely refrained from further comments. It was only until they found seats in the seemingly empty subway cart, that his right hand found his way to her left. She looked down at the gold which encircled his fourth finger and did what she did every night after a shift at the ER. She took off the band and slipped it rightfully back to his left hand. She raised her head upwards and saw the twinkle in his eyes which she would never tire of seeing. She leaned forward to kiss him, cursing slightly at the poor engineering of subway seats.

Eyes slipped shut as he circled his hands around her neck. Without breaking contact with the woman in front of him, he easily removed the clasp on her necklace. Their kiss intensified in preparation of what was to come. He traced his tongue across her lips but forced himself to retract when she opened her mouth to allow his entrance. She looked at him in confusion and in shock, until she realized what his intentions were. Ceremoniously, he took the one-carat diamond ring with its surrounding band of platinum off the chain, and slipped it back into her designated ring finger. Putting the now-ring-deprived necklace around her swan-liked neck, he did not hesitate to kiss the spot just at the base of her throat.

The kiss was short and sweet, leaving a tingling sensation through her spine. She wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head on the side of his face. She moaned slightly, as he relentlessly traced a path from her collarbone, up the side of her neck. He paused momentarily sucked a spot slightly beneath her ear lobe, leaving a tattletale mark. He whispered soft nothings as he continued upwards to her cheeks, around her forehead, down the other side of her face. He kissed around the arc of her jaw and the corners of her lips, avoiding the slight pout that she was forming.

Perhaps, that was the reason why she was caught off guard when his passions flared and he ravaged her slightly parted lips. This time, he slipped his tongue into hers and declared dominance in her mouth. She was no shy kitten as she matched his spar, tracing the insides of his mouth. She pulled his head closer and used the sudden force to pull herself up until she was straddling his lap, effectively trapping him between her and the seat. She made sure she adjusted herself in such a way that would alert a certain part of his anatomy. It served him right for teasing her before.

His response was instantaneous with the slight bulging in his pants. She purposely squeezed his thigh with her legs and moved around ever-so-slightly until her weight was applying a slight pressure on the area. His eyes widened and it took a great deal of self control and effort to effectively untangle himself from the too-innocent woman in front of him. It was not for the lack of interest, but rather, he was subconsciously aware that they were nearing their stop. She knew this too, though she smirked at his efforts of deep breathing and cooling himself off by loosening his tie and undoing the top buttons of shirt. He took off his jacket next when the PA announced their stop.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms protectively around the waist and grabbed the rest of their belongings in the other. He was anxious to get to her apartment, and was thankful that it was walking distance to the station. Knowing what he had in mind, her heart pounded in anticipation. They practically sprinted up the stairs. He dug inside his pocket for the keys, always thankful that she had given him a copy many years ago.

Stepping into the darkened apartment, he dumped their stuff by the door without decorum. Then, as if they were still on the subway, he quickly found the waiting lips of his wife. She was secretly glad that he had taken the effort of removing his jacket and loosening parts of his shirt and tie beforehand. With delicate fingers, she made short work on the rest of the buttons. Baring his chest, she liberally felt his taunt muscles beneath her palms. Trailing down slowly, she daftly removed his belt, before lingering on the zipper of his pants.

He did not allow her to make that move. He lifted her up slightly from around her waist. On the way to the bedroom, she quickly slipped off her shoes, before slamming the door shut with her foot. Placing her down on the floor again, he slipped his hands under her lab coat, he quickly removed the white garment. It was soon followed by both their shirts and his tie. Leaving her lips for a moment, she nuzzled at the base of his neck in a similar manner to what he did to her earlier. He lowered himself slightly to allow her better access while he pulled the zipper down from her skirt.

Pulling away, he admired the profile of the woman before him. He was secretly pleased at the choice of lingerie. She was wearing black satin underwear, made of soft and sheer material that resembled lace. He wondered if she purposely picked it out for his admiration. Nodding his approval, his arm reach behind to the small of her back and slowly arched her body upwards. With the other hand, his index finger slowly traced down her midline from her throat to the neck, down to the center of her cleavage. She shivered from his agonizingly slow touch. The hand on her back found the clasp for her bra. In one shift motion, it was off, joining the rest of their discarded clothing. He lifted her up again and placed her on the bed. He climbed in afterwards after removing the rest of his pants and socks.

For a moment, neither of them moved, mesmerized by the vision before them. Her breasts were in full view. Her hands were stretched outwards with her mass of midnight coloured hair fanned out around her. He had always been physically fit, keeping himself in shape. The moonlight highlighted the firm and hard muscles of his chest. They had worked together for so long and knew each other's strengths and weaknesses. The undeniable chemistry was there, even though neither of them seek to acknowledge it. She was the strategist, intricately thinking through each problem in a systemic manner. She knew the facts and he was the medium for projection. There was an aura of charisma around him, with a smile that could disarm the most stubborn of patients. He connected to them in such a way that she could not and for that, they were complementary team.

However in this bed, they were not colleagues in County General Hospital's ER ward. They were husband and wife, without false pretenses to hide their love and admiration for each other. For the moment, they were only separated by pieces of their undergarments.

She made a move to pull herself from the supine position on the bed, but she was partially successful, as her husband leaned forward to push her back down with both hands. The bodies radiated with a new sexual energy. He was previously aroused and it took little for his body to react again. He looked to her silently for permission which she granted with a kiss. Her lips softly touched his before ferociously moving over them. His pulse quickened and his hands found his way to one of her breasts. Her nipples hardened upon contact as she moaned in response. Hearing her cries, he murmured her name upon her lips. "Baby, you're so beautiful."

"And, I'm yours."

He sent butterfly kisses down her neck, to the tops of her breasts. His head swam with her declaration as he slowly caressed her skin around her rib cage, down to her panties. He massaged the area before slipping the fabric off her body. Likewise, her hands skimmed to the waistband of his boxers. In an efficient manner, she pushed them down. In a quick maneuver, there was nothing but skin between them.

He positioned his legs on either side of her, squeezing her thighs. The atmosphere of the room intensified, sending off electrical sparks upon contact. She reached up to pull his head down upon hers, with the dire need to have him as close as possible. She whispered his name, "God, I need you so badly."

She massaged his skull and he mumbled something incoherent in reply. He was only aware of the heat. "I need you now," she repeated more urgently this time.

"I need you more. Let me do this."

She was ready as she had many times before. He hated causing her pain even for the sake of giving her pleasure. He tried to be gentle, allowing her body to adjust to his intrusion. The gentle rhythmic motions evolved into hard thrusting of two intertwined bodies. They reached the point of ecstasy in one cry, when he collapsed exhausted on top of her.

He made a move to extract himself but stopped when she wrapped her legs around his. She loved the feeling of him inside of her. He didn't object and instead, settled his head between her breasts. He was mindful to not crush the lithe body beneath his. He was tired. His last conscious thought before slipping into a blissful sleep was the pulling of bed covers which his wife lazily draped over them before she too shut herself to the world of dreams.

End of A Night of Passion

AN: This is the first time that I have written anything remotely close to this nature. I don't think I could have pulled off a truly explicit scene, but I think the implications are there. I purposely left out the names of the couple, so feel free to guess on a pairing.

Now, I'm sure a lot of you are wondering if I will continue with another part. To be honest, this first part was written in such a way to allow me to do so, but it all depends on reviewer's response. If not, I'll just leave it as it stands, so r/r and let me know 'k.