AUTHORS: Simplyshelly / John Ross ~JR~
EMAIL: email@example.com and firstname.lastname@example.org
CATEGORY: Carter/Abby / Slash / Adult Content
RATING: NC/17 for sexual content
SPOILERS: Season 8
WRITTEN: March 2002
ARCHIVE: Sure. I'd be honored but write me to tell me please
DISCLAIMER: Okay, so I don't own anyone but myself. But I'm not in the story so it really doesn't matter. I'm just borrowing a few people, trying to live vicariously through my stories and having some fun. Thanks Warner Bros.
SUMMARY: A continuation of The Highest Bidder Series -
"Dammit, John! You left the seat up again!" Abby called from the bathroom.
The entire apartment was dark with the exception of the soft glow from the
fireplace and the TV set.
"So, turn on the light when you go in there!" John called from the living
"I can pee without the light on, John." She called back.
"Not unless you want to fall in again." He quietly mumbled to himself. Abby
returned to the living room and quickly slipped under the warmth of the
blanket that they were both sharing.
"What did you say?" She asked, finding her still warmed spot. She took the
bowl of popcorn from him.
"I said; I'd try to remember." He smiled, snuggling down a bit more under
the soft blanket.
"Yeah, well next time you can just go use your own bathroom." She wiggled
around to find a more comfortable spot.
They both had their legs drawn up on the sofa, leaning on opposite ends,
watching a movie. They each wore their flannel pajama bottoms, he in an old
Bulls T-shirt, she in a black tank top. Their legs were tangled under the
covers sharing body heat.
"Shh." She whispered, playfully kicking his butt under the covers. John
took back the popcorn bowl and set it in his lap. They both continued
watching the movie.
She couldn't believe how comfortable she felt. After all they'd been
through, both together and separately; they still managed to become closer
friends. John was probably the first roommate she'd had since college but
by far the most caring and thoughtful one. It was almost as if they were
married but they had their separate bedrooms, one at either end of the
apartment. With this layout, either of them could bring someone home and
the other would not hear anything they didn't want to hear.
"Get me a soda." She again kicked his hip. He pulled his attention away
from the television long enough to shoot her a glare.
"Get it yourself, you're closer." He stated, going back to the movie. He
was really getting into it and she kept interrupting him.
"I am not. Come on, John," She whined. "Pleeease!" She batted her eyes at
him and reached out for his hand but he pulled his hand away.
"I am not." He playfully scooted farther away from her. After several
moments, he could still feel her eyes drilling a hole in his side. He
handed her the bowl of popcorn. "Fine." He teased, getting up.
"It's cold in here." He complained as he went quickly to the kitchen. He
got a soda and bottled water and quickly returned to his spot under the
covers, still holding her soda.
"John, don't." She laughed, seeing the evil glint in his eyes.
"You don't think I will, do you?" He said playfully holding the ice cold
can in his hands.
"Oh, I know you will," she laughed, holding her hands out to defend
herself. He began inching closer to her with a threatening smile.
"Got any spots that are needing maybe a bit of cooling down?" he tormented,
bringing the can closer and closer to her warm skin. She squealed as he
touched it to her arm.
"Don't!" She squealed again as he made direct contact with her neck. They
were now both laughing, John trying to find warm, bare flesh as she
squirmed under him.
"How about your stomach?" He laughed, having her pinned under his body,
almost sitting on her legs, an arm across her chest.
"Not the stomach! Not the stomach!" She screamed as he pressed the freezing
can against her soft flesh. "Enough!" She yelled, giggling like a grade
school kid. John, in turn, shook up the can and set it on the table.
"There you go, Abby. It's all yours." He smiled smugly as he curled back up
on his end of the couch.
"You bastard!" She laughed, pulling the blankets off his curled up frame.
She wrapped herself up and went to get another soda from the kitchen.
"You're not into this movie, are you?" He asked, following her into the
"Nope. I mean, I appreciate it and all but honestly, I'd rather watch
'Interview with a Vampire,' she shrugged.
"Next time, you rent the movie. The lady at the video place said 'Ghost'
was a good movie. I thought you'd like this one." He said, getting a few
baby carrots out of the bag in the refrigerator.
"Too girly for my taste. It's okay, John. I have 'Interview with the
Vampire' in my room. Want me to get it?" She suggested.
"Sure. You want some cocoa?" He pulled out a saucepan for the milk and set
it on the stovetop.
"You burned it last time!" She shoved him away from the stove. "Just go get
the movie and I'll get this going, okay? It should be next to my bed on the
far side, probably on the floor." She instructed as John went towards her
"Hey, if I'm gone more than a few minutes, send a rescue party, okay?" He
"My room is not that bad, John. Just because you're used to living in a
museum," she teased. She could hear him chuckling.
John opened the door to the space Abby called her room. He had to push the
door open, shoving the pile of dirty cloths to the side.
"If anything bites me, I'm suing!" He yelled, hearing her laugh. He stepped
in a bit further.
Abby was not a dirty person but you couldn't tell that by looking at her
room. Judging by her room, it looked as if several people lived in there,
along with all their relatives. Clothes laid all over, dirty pile here,
clean and folded pile there, books and papers stacked in various places,
single shoes strewn about. John shook his head. The only way he could
figure out how to get to where she said the movie was located would be over
her bed. He crawled up on top and made his way to the far edge, looking
across onto the floor.
Just as he was about to reach for the identified video, his eyes caught a
glimpse of some pictures. Instead of pulling up the video, he brought the
pictures. They were 8 X 10's, all having slid out of a manila folder. John
lay on his back and he began flipping through them.
They were black and white pictures mostly, each one more seductive that the
previous. Lying on Abby's bed, smelling her scent, John felt himself begin
"You get lost in here?" Abby called from the doorway. She stopped when she
saw John lying across her bed, pictures in hand, and a slight tent
beginning around his groin area. She knew exactly what he'd found. He
glanced in her direction, smiling slightly.
"When did you have these done?" He asked, still looking as Abby blushed.
She joined John on the bed, lying on her side.
"Richard and I had them done. I didn't want him looking at those nude
magazines so I posed for him. It was actually a lot of fun. It's about the
only thing I actually did get out of the divorce. They're actually written
into the divorce papers." She watched him go over them one by one, checking
out every detail before going onto the next one. After several minutes,
John finally put them above his head and he turned on his side facing Abby.
"They really are beautiful. I mean, you really are beautiful." He brushed a
strand of hair from her face. Abby couldn't help but blush, also.
"Thanks, John." She whispered, looking into his eyes. They looked at each
other for a long time. Finally, John rolled away and he exhaled loudly.
"Okay, movie?" He reached for the movie, found it, and was heading back to
the living room before Abby knew what hit her. As she rejoined him, he was
just putting the movie in and they returned to their spots on the couch.
Abby held out part of the blanket that she still had wrapped around her
body. John looked at it for a minute and shook his head.
"No, thanks, cold is probably a good idea right now." He shuddered, trying
to get a certain body part to relax.
After her neighbor had beaten Abby, she stayed with her ex-boyfriend, Luka
for several days. Following the sexual harassment training they were all
forced to attend, somehow her relationship with Luka had changed. She began
looking for an apartment immediately.
John offered to assist in her search and one day after a very long shift
together, Abby found the apartment of her dreams. It was huge, with a large
living space in the center that held a beautiful fireplace at one end and a
large picture window at the other. The kitchen was open and a breakfast
island separated the two rooms with plenty of room for a small dining
table. There were two bedrooms, one on either end, both with huge windows
and lots of closet space. The neighborhood was good and it was within
walking distance of a coffee shop and the El train. Even though she'd
fallen in love with it, she just couldn't afford the rent on her salary
That was when John piped in. He'd been living with his grandmother since
shortly after he returned to work after being stabbed and while he liked
being there for her, Gamma had plenty of help around. When John's mother
announced she was moving in, John quickly began looking for something he
could afford. This situation seemed to be the answer to both of their
living arrangement problems.
They had been friends for a few years having grown into best friends over
the recent months. However, suddenly living with each other was very
different. While many others raised an eyebrow, wondering just what was
going on, the two of them found it to be surprisingly comfortable. There
was no pressure and they were able to be open and honest with each other
without all the relationship male/female stuff that could come between
them. Every aspect of living together was equal.
The two of them sat for a long time, both becoming involved in the movie.
John had never seen it but knew of the author, Anne Rice. Abby, on the
other hand, had seen everything with Brad Pitt and she knew the entire
movie by heart. There was just something about the vampires, particularly
Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise, which she found strangely erotic.
John had been completely silent, curled up on his end of the couch, totally
engrossed for most of the movie. Abby would occasionally steal a glance but
he never moved. His eyes were riveted to the television. Just over half way
into the movie, John actually let out an audible moan when the older
vampire, Armand, was telling Louis that he was beautiful, coming so close
to touching him. John had his knees pulled up tightly; hugging them and a
pillow in his lap as he realized Abby had heard him and she couldn't help
"Oh, Honey, we've got to get you laid!" She snickered. He tossed the pillow
he was hugging at her.
"It's your fault." He grumbled, lightheartedly. Abby held up her hands in
"Me? I made you a horn dog?" She exaggerated. He nodded, still glued to the
"If you hadn't left those pictures out," he complained.
"Hey! I didn't leave them out! You were in 'my' room. They were on the
floor, on the far side of the room. You're the one who went snooping." She
"You sent me in there," he replied in his own defense.
"Yeah, to get the movie. But, no, I come in and find you lying on my bed
looking at 'my' nude pictures." She so enjoyed teasing him. John looked at
her for the first time since the start of the movie.
"But they were really nice," he smiled. Abby couldn't help but blush. She
tucked her toes under his hips and handed him back the pillow. They began
watching the movie again in a comfortable silence.