Title:Moment of Truth
Author:Spolied2perfection
Rating:K+
Disclaimer:I don't own ER.If I did Ray and Neela would be together! Please don't sue me! I'm broke!
Spoliers:12x09
A/N: I know its been a while but I'm back now.I'll try to actually finish this fic!Also, thanks everyone for the reviews, I love 'em.
Shout-outs!
methehuman- It's alright. LET IT OUT ! I'm feeling your pain.Those writers need to get a clue, fast.
Red-satin - I'll try to make the next one longer. :)
Chiksi-Thanks for the suggestion! I know its unbalanced but I can't find the right flow yet.
"You thoughtless, prick." The temperature in the elevator sky rocketed. "I'm human, not your personal toy. You play with my emotions and lead me on." I kicked the closed door trying release my anger because if I didn't, I would kill him.
"I'm not playing this time, Neela. I mean it."
He brushed a stray lock of hair from my face and his touch burned. I allowed myself to inhale his scent and almost forgot my name; he could've made me do anything in that moment. We stared at one another silently before he slid his hands from my shoulders to rest low on my hips. If his hands moved any lower, that would be it. I would have fallen and there would be no way up. My body ached, but I wouldn't succumb to my desires.
"You only want what you can't have. You enticed by the thrill of the chase. What happens after the chase is over? What happens after you have me? Are you going to throw me away like last week's groupie?" I said, knowing that as soon as it left my mouth it was the wrong thing to say. He took both hands off me immediately and took a step back,looking disgusted.
Tilting his head slightly he spoke slowly as if trying to make sense of the situation. "So that's what you really think of me? Is that all you see when you look at me? All I want is sex, right? I'm unable to have deeper, meaningful relationships."
"That's not what I said. DON'T YOU DARE PUT WORDS IN MY MOUTH!" One minute I wanted to kiss him, the next I wanted to kill him. This man drove me crazy. I poked him in chest but he grabbed me by my arm and held it tightly.
"You didn't say it, but that's what you meant. You can't blame everything on me. You felt it, too. The secret looks, the small touches. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. You never said a damn thing. Don't blame me because "us" never happened."
His voice sounded icy, distant, and he gripped me so hard that I winced and tears formed in the corners of my eyes. Silently they slipped down my cheeks.
There it is, the third chapter.Well, until next time.