Oneof Those Days
Sprawling on the couch in the lounge at County, I sigh, and figure I can close my eyes for just a second. It’s really been such a crazy day…
I jump at the sound of the voice. I feel as if I have just lie down, but, checking my watch, I see that nearly 25 minutes has passed. I turn toward the door, to see who had called to me. My heart jumps, somewhat unexpectedly…I’d always thought she was pretty, but lately, I noticed more and more about her. The way she talked with her hands when she was angry…the way her smile spread right on up to her eyes and made them sparkle…STOP IT, KERRY ! I realize I’m staring at her only when she repeats herself.
“Sorry, Abby…not awake yet. What is it?”
“I’m sorry to disturb you, but there’s a patient of yours ready for discharge, and they need you to sign the paperwork and give her the meds.”
“Oh, okay….Umm…this is gonna sound really bad, but, uh…who is it?” I shook my head, trying to clear away the cobwebs of sleep.
“That’s ok, Dr. Weaver,” she has a laugh in her voice now, though she’s trying not to show it. She checks the charts in her hands. “Her name’s Lisa Crewes…she’s the UTI in Curtain 2.”
“Oh, her, right….Thanks, Abby. And you can stop holding back the laughter…I’m sure it’s funny to see the Chief of Emergency Medicine so out of it she doesn’t remember who her patients are.”
“No…no, I’m sorry,” she says as a laugh escapes, “I know it’s been one of those days. And I did just wake you up.”
“True,” I watch her eyes sparkle as she tries (unsuccessfully) to stifle another laugh. “So, I guess it’s all your fault then?” I did it, I think to myself as she finally gives in and laughs, I made her laugh…
“Sure, Kerry--I mean, Dr. Weaver--”
“You can call me Kerry, Abby. I think we’ve worked together long enough to be on a first name basis by now, don’t you?”
“Oh, well, sure, Kerry, I just…I mean, you’ve always seemed so…um…”
“So, what, Abby? Scary?”
“N-no, of course not,” she stammers, a bit flustered. “Just so…serious, and work-oriented, you know?”
“I guess…you know, when Mark left, before he died, he told me, ’Never let your work become your life.’…he had me pegged. This place is my life. I know I can be abrupt at times, and get under peoples skins, but you are all the family I have. And most of you either can’t stand me or act like I’m scarier than an ogre.”
“Kerry…that’s not true. Sure, we don’t all always see eye to eye on everything, but no one ever does, right? We do care about you, Kerry.”
I try to stifle a laugh, and end up sounding like a snorting pig…Tres elegant, Weaver ! I scold myself.
“Abby, I know those people as well as you do…They don’t like me. But, hey, I’m used to it.”
I feel the tears threatening, and rush past Abby toward Curtain 2 before they could come.
“Kerry, wait--” I hear her calling, but I don’t turn around. I can’t risk falling apart, not there, not in front of her. I go into Curtain 2, and pull the curtain shut behind me.
* * * * * * * * * *
Later, I’m standing in front of the med lock-up, fumbling with the keys. My earlier conversation with Abby is still on my mind. I look at myself in the glass of the doors. I’ve always hated my reflection…I don’t like the person I see staring back at me. She looks, pale, alone, broken. Mark was right , I think to myself, I really have nothing in my life but work. I sigh, and finally get the doors open. Only, now I realize I’ve forgot what I’m even in there for. On the edge of a breakdown, and without thinking, I yell, “Damn it all!”, and whack the glass door with my hand. I hear the glass shatter, not realizing what I just did. My hand feels hot….when I look at it, it’s bleeding, and my brain finally makes the connection. I’m standing completely still, staring at my bleeding hand, when I hear footsteps running around the corner.
“Kerry? Oh, God, what happened?”
“Abby….I…I’m not sure what I was thinking…I couldn’t remember what I was in here for…and I just lost it, and slammed my hand into the door…”
“Okay, c’mon,” she says, helping me avoid the fragments of glass on the floor as we walk out of the lock-up. Luka is standing at the admit desk, so Abby calls for his help.
“What is it, Abby?” Luka calls after us, as Abby leads me into Exam 1.
“Just get in here, Luka!”
Luka comes into the room. “Oh, my…what happened?”
“She hit the door of the lock-up, and smashed it.”
“Wow…um, page maintenance to clean up the glass, irrigate her hand with normal saline, and get some tweezers…better tell Carter you and I will be tied up for a while. We’ll need to make sure all the glass is out, and then suture the deep cuts and bandage the hand…”
He may have said more…I’m not sure. I just keep staring at my hand. Abby leaves the room, and returns shortly after.
“Okay, Kerry, you ready?”
“What? Oh, yeah Abby, fine.”
She smiles at me.
“You’ll be fine, Kerry, just relax.”
I close my eyes, take a deep shaky breath, and try to relax.
* * * * * * * * * *
About a half hour later, Luka leaves. The glass has been removed. Luckily, only 3 cuts needed suturing. Abby is sitting across from me, coating the remaining cuts with Betadine, a couple of sterile pads and a roll of gauze by her arm.
“Well, my hand hurts like hell, but other than that, couldn’t be better.”
“Kerry…c’mon, you know what I’m talking about….What made you ram your hand through the lock-up door?”
“Gonna call for a Psych consult?”
“Okay, fine…You really wanna know? I couldn’t stand the sight of my reflection in the glass…I didn’t even recognize her! Then, when I couldn’t remember what I was there for, I just….lost it, I guess. I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that it was glass. Then, I just felt this white-hot pain in my hand, and when I saw the blood…well, that’s when I finally realized what had happened.”
“Why don’t you like your reflection?” I’m taken by the fact that I see…concern in her eyes…actual concern. Could it be? Does she actually care about me? I mean…I know she couldn’t be attracted to me…she’s straight…but I’d be happy just knowing someone actually cared about me.
“I…well, I really never have. But, now, I really don’t even know who I am…when I look at myself, I see this lonely, broken woman. Mark was so right….if I didn’t have my work, I’d have nothing…”
“Um…I don’t mean to pry, but….but what happened with that firefighter? You know, the girl who…”
“Who made-out with me at the admit desk?” I chuckle as Abby blushes. “Sandy Lopez….I haven’t seen her since. I felt she should have let me come out to all of you on my own, in my own time….She’s very comfortable with herself…I never have been that way. When I realized I’m a lesbian….well, that just added to it…all the stigma, the way people look at you differently, you know….It’s not the first love I lost because of it.” I never thought I’d say anything about this, but Abby’s just so easy to talk to.
I look up, so quickly Abby jumps.
“Did I hurt you?” she asks, closing the bottle of Betadine.
“No….no, I-I just….how did you know about….”
“About you and Dr. Legaspi?” I just nod, to shocked to speak….I thought no one had any idea…”Call me Nurse Sherlock….I have a knack for these things. I can always tell when someone’s in love.” Now it’s my turn to blush. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s okay to feel, Kerry….Love knows no boundaries, you know? Why should someone say it’s wrong, or bad if you love another woman? Who are they to judge?” I’m looking down, still somewhat embarrassed. Abby puts her hand under my chin, and lifts my head up. “You don’t have to hide, Kerry.”
Before I can stop it, a single tear slips from my eye, down my cheek.
“Thank you, Abby….I needed to hear that.”
“Hey, any time,” she smiles at me, holding a pad on my hand as she begins to wrap the gauze around it. “What do you say, when we’re done here, we go over to Doc Magoo’s, have some coffee, and some unbelievably sweet dessert?”
“I’m on ’til 11...it’s only,” I check my watch, “9:30.”
“Nah, you’re all set. Carter already signed you out, on sick time. The rest of tonight, and tomorrow.”
“What? When did that happen?”
“I told him you hurt your hand. Don’t worry, he doesn’t know the details. I know when to keep a secret.” she smiles again, and this time, I actually smile back.
“Well, then, sure, that sounds great..”
“Good!” she applies tape to hold the gauze in place. “You’re all set. Let’s go. C’mon, I’ll help you get your stuff at your locker.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Moments later, we’re crossing the street to Doc Magoo’s. Abby holds the door open for me.
“No problem,” she’s smiling…her whole face shines when she smiles.
We walk in to the restaurant, and the woman at the counter smiles.
“Hey, Nurse Abby, how’s it goin’?”
“Not too bad, Linda. How ‘bout you, how’re the kids?”
“Hellions, same as always. You ladies know whatcha want, or you wanna check out the menu’s?”
Abby grins at me, and says, “We’ll have two cups of coffee, and two servings of whatever your sweetest, most unhealthy dessert is!”
I chuckle. “Abby, you do realize you’re corrupting the Chief of Emergency Medicine, don’t you?”
“Is that what I’m doing?” she laughs “I thought it was called ‘indulging’…c’mon Kerry…you know you want it!”
My face turns red, thinking of what I really want…but all I say is, “Okay, okay, you got me…I’m a closet chocaholic.”
Linda laughs. “Well, in that case, you’ll be thrilled…today’s dessert special is called 'Death by Chocolate'.”
“Hmm…what a way to die…” I say, dryly, bringing laughter from both Linda and Abby. Linda scurries off to fill our orders, and Abby is still laughing.
“I can see the headline now…‘ER chief and nurse die in accidental chocolate overdose!’ ”
“Abby, you’re crazy,” she’s made me laugh now.
“Maybe so…but, hey, crazy people can be a lot of fun, you know,” she says, winking at me.
I’m blushing again. Clearing my throat, I ask, “So, how are thing’s with you and Carter?”
“Me and Carter? That never happened…he’s too hung up on the past. Like, I wasn’t supposed to have had a life before meeting him. Too much pressure…I deal with enough crap on a daily basis without worrying about living up to his expectations, you know?”
“Carter’s always been a perfectionist. He likes to be in control.”
“Exactly…I’m my own person…I’m not some little china doll for him to pose how he wants. And I’m sure as hell not perfect.”
“No one is, Abby. Trust me, no matter how hard you look, you’ll never find someone who is perfect….it’s kind of like looking for the Loch Ness Monster.”
Abby laughs. “Thanks, Linda,” she says, as Linda sets down our coffee. “I never knew you had such a sense of humor, Kerry.”
“I only look scary.”
“It’s okay, Abby. I know I scare some of them. I can’t help being who I am though. Lord knows, I’ve tried.”
“You should never change who you are for someone else, Kerry. If they don’t like you for who you are--inside and out--they’re not worth the time.”
“I wish I had your outlook, Abby. Truth is, it hurts…not having anyone, I mean. It’s very lonely. I’m always alone.”
“You’re not, Kerry.”
“Abby-” I start, but she cuts me off.
“No, Kerry…you’re not alone. Unless I’m a figment of someone’s imagination, which would suck ass royally.”
I laugh at her choice of words. “I don’t mean I’m alone right now-”
“Kerry, will you stop?! I know what you mean. You’re not alone. I’m here for you. Always.”
I feel tears coming again, and look down at my lap. Luckily, Linda brings over the dessert before the tears can spill over onto my cheeks.
“Here you are, ladies, enjoy.”
“Thanks, Linda,” we both say it, and laugh. I look down at the dessert….a huge brownie, loaded with chocolate chips, covered in a mountain of chocolate ice cream, and hot fudge.
“I think you could go into sugar shock just looking at this thing!” I’m not sure what to talk about now…I’m dying to ask what she means by she’ll always be there….but don’t know how to ask. “Well, since you talked me into getting this, you have to take a walk with me when were done, to burn this mountain of calories and cholesterol off.”
“Deal,” she says,” now, dig in.”
Well, maybe on our walk I can ask her, I think to myself, and I dig in.
* * * * * * * * * *
It’s going on midnight now, and Abby and I are walking through a little park Abby led us to. It’s very quaint…complete with a pond with a few ducks swimming in it. Across from the pond is a bench, so we walk over to the bench and sit, watching the ducks in silence for a few moments.
Abby looks up at the sky. “Looks like rain.”
“Yeah,” I agree, “Feels like it, too…heavy, wet air.”
“I can’t believe we’re actually discussing the weather!” Abby laughs. I try to stifle a laugh, and again sound like a snorting pig, which makes me blush and Abby laugh harder. “It’s okay to laugh, you know, Kerry…you are allowed to be happy. Last I checked anyway…they haven’t banned happiness yet, have they?”
“God, Abby, you are totally nuts!” I say between laughing. “No, as far as I know, happiness is still legal.”
“Good thing, or we’d both be in jail right now for ‘Excessive Laughter in a Public Area’…gee, maybe you were right before…”
“You know…when you said I was corrupting you…”
“Oh, God Abby…and you say I have a sense of humor? Why the hell did you go into medicine? You could be getting rich doing stand-up!”
“Thanks, Kerry,” she smiles that smile again. Then, looking up, she says, “Uh-oh!”
Then I feel it…huge, heavy raindrops. They’re slow at first…then suddenly the sky bursts open in an enormous downpour.
“Oh, damn! So much for my bandages!” I say, realizing they’re drenched.
“Hey, that’s easily fixable. I’m sure you’ve got an extensive First-Aid kit at home, right?”
“Abby, I’m a doctor…of course I do. But how am I going to wrap it myself?”
“I’m beginning to feel like a figment of imagination again, here, Kerry…we’ll walk over to your place and I’ll fix you right up in no time.”
“Oh…Oh…thanks, Abby. That’d be nice.” Nice ? I think to myself, Nice ? I can’t come up with a better word than NICE ? Apparently not, but Abby doesn’t seem to mind my lack of Vocabulary.
“ Well, before we end up having to swim there, lead the way.”
I lead Abby off in the right direction, very aware of the fact that, in mere minutes, she’ll be in my house. Weaver, you must be insane!!!! I think to myself, but smile at Abby, hoping she won’t notice my paranoia as we walk through the pounding rain.
* * * * * * * * * *
I flip on the light as we walk through the front door. We're both totally drenched.
"God, I am soaked!" Abby laughs.
"Yeah, hang on a second, I'll get you a towel and some dry clothes. We can put yours in the dryer." I grab 2 towels from the linen closet, and pass one to her. From my dresser, I take out a pair of black sweats and a heather gray T-shirt. "Here, you can wear these. The bathroom's right down the hall."
"Thanks, Kerry. Be right out." she heads toward the bathroom.
In my room, I quickly dry off and change into a pair of pale blue sweats and a white T-shirt. I head into the kitchen, to the cabinet where I keep my first-aid supplies. I'm taking out the supplies to fix my hand, when she's suddenly behind me.
"God, Kerry, you've got almost as much shit in here as we keep in the ER!"
I laugh. "Guess where I got it all..."
"Kerry, you didn't!"
"You took it from County?"
"After all the shit Robert puts me through, the least he can do is stock my first-aid cabinet."
"Well, you got a point there. Here, let me help you with that ." she reaches to take the Betadine from me, and our hands touch, sending a warm jolt of electricity through me. She's staring at me. Did she feel it , too? I wonder. She smiles, takes the Betadine from me, and heads to the table. Guess not. Must be my imagination.
"Have a seat. I'll get you fixed up in no time."
"Thanks, Abby." I sit across from her. She takes my hand to unwrap the wet bandages, and I feel the spark again. GOD KERRY STOP THIS !!!!
"Well...um, I...it's just...I mean, I was wondering..."
"What is it, Kerry?" she's looking a bit amused, and a bit puzzled.
"Well, um, you know, before--back at Doc's when we were talking, and you said you'd always be there?"
" 'Course I do, why?"
"Well...I-I...never had anyone say that to me before...I mean, what do you mean, always?"
"Just that...always. Like, not ending? Forever? You know, always. Oops, sorry!" she slips with the cotton pad, and accidentally jabs one of my sutured cuts, making me jump.
"I'm sorry!" she takes my hand, and sweetly kisses the spot she hurt. The spark is even bigger this time. And I can instantly tell she's felt it , too. I'm not sure what to say, what to do. I realize her face is still in my hand, and I slide my hand up her cheekbone, into her damp hair. My heart is pounding, and I'm afraid that she'll reject me, that I'm reading it all wrong.
I realize we're both staring at each other. She reaches toward me, and runs her hand down my jawline, and I know I'm not reading things wrong. As her hand reaches the bottom of my face, I take her hand in mine, and gently kiss the palm. She moves closer to me, cups my face in her hands, and softly, tenderly kisses my lips. I slip my arms around her, pulling her closer as she kisses me again. I return her kiss with heated passion, gently entangling her tongue with mine. One kiss melts into another, and soon I can't tell where one ends and another begins.
Abby pulls slightly forward, and looks into my eyes. "Kerry?"
"What is it?"
"Um...these chairs, aren't exactly comfortable, I mean their great, but, uh...I think maybe we should...maybe we should go to the bedroom..." she blushes lightly, and looks even more beautiful. But I don't want her to regret this after it happens.
"Abby...are you sure you want this to happen?"
"Yeah, Kerry...I'm positive I want this to happen."
I take her hand in mine, and lead her to my bedroom. Standing at the edge of the bed, she wraps me in her arms, and kisses me, deeply. I run my hands up and down her back, and grow very aware of how close her body is to mine. I can feel her heart pounding, in the same rhythm as mine. I want to touch her, feel her skin. I slip my hands under her T-shirt, running my fingers over the soft skin of her back. Pulling back from the kisses, I lift the bottom of the shirt, and pull it up, and over her head, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. Taking my lead, she pulls my shirt off, letting it fall with the first one.
Abby takes my hands in hers, and, kissing me hungrily, guides me onto the bed, lying me on my back. She trails soft kisses down my cheek, to my neck, and down my chest. Her breath is warm on my skin as she kisses one breast , softly biting the nipple, as her hand finds the other. My nipples harden at her touch, and she smiles as she realizes this. "You have the most beautiful smile, Abby...your whole face lights up."
"I didn't realize you were watching me." she's blushing lightly again, realizing I'd seen her reaction.
"Don't be embarrassed, Abby...I liked seeing you react , like you liked seeing me respond to your touch. Do you mind me watching you?"
"No, of course not.." she trails one hand down my stomach, which tickles and makes me laugh. She smiles. "I like hearing you laugh."
"You're the first person to make me laugh in a very long time. I don't even remember the last time I laughed."
"Oh, really?" she has one eyebrow raised, and a glimmer in her eyes. "I'll have to remedy that, then, won't I?" she trails both hands over my stomach, and chuckles as I squirm and laugh.
Cupping my breasts in her hands, she rubs the nipples with her thumbs, and this time we both smile as my body reacts to her touch. She runs her fingers down my sides, stopping at the waistband of my sweatpants. She looks up at me, almost as if to ask my permission to remove them. I nod my head, and smile at her, my heart warming at the sweetness of the gesture. She smiles back, and begins to slide the sweatpants off. She stops, suddenly.
"My God, did I make you do that?" she exclaims.
"What, Abby?" I ask, then realize how wet I have become, which Abby discovered when she saw the large wet spot on my sweatpants. She's looking at me, somewhat stunned, but also pleased, and even proud. "Mmm-hmm...you did."
"Wow..." she has the biggest smile on her face.
Still smiling, she gently removes my sweatpants, dropping them to the floor beside the bed. I feel her breath against my skin as she trails soft kisses up my inner thigh. She places one hand over my vagina, softly rubbing it . The heel of her hand puts light pressure against my clit , and my breath catches in my throat. I see Abby smile at my reaction again, and it makes me smile as well. She leans her head down, and I feel her tongue enter me. The rough surface of her tounge grazes lightly against my clit , and I softly sigh.
"Hmm, you like that Kerry?"
I see the smile dancing in her eyes as she bends her head down, and lightly drags her tongue over my clit..
She slides two fingers inside me, and I shift slightly downward, allowing them in deeper. As she moves her hand, she occasionally brushes against my clit , and she smiles, watching me react to her touch.
"I want you to cum for me, Kerry..."
"Oh, God, Abby...please..."
Still moving her fingers inside me, she bends her head down. She lightly flicks my clit with her tongue several times, very quickly. Then she pushes her face in deeper, and takes my clit into her mouth, sucking on it, softly at first , then harder, playing with it with her tongue. It's the most amazing thing I've ever felt.
The orgasm washes over me like a warm wave. I know I'm screaming, but I'm not sure what.. I have never had such an intense orgasm...I almost feel as if I'm floating, like I've gone to heaven.
As I come down from my orgasmic high, Abby trails a line of kisses up my stomach, up my chest. When she reaches my face, I greet her with a deep, lingering kiss, wrapping her in my arms. When the kiss ends, running one hand through her soft brown hair, I say "My God, Abby...I have never felt anything like that. I think you brought me straight up to heaven."
"Not bad for a first timer?" she's smiling a teasing smile.
"Not bad...God, Abby...you were really...really amazing...I've never had such an amazing, intense orgasm in my entire life..."
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course, Abby...you can tell me anything."
"I've...never had an orgasm..."
"Nope...not even once."
"Not even with oral sex?"
She blushes..."I've never..."
Shocked, I look into her eyes. "You just did all that to me, and you've never had oral sex before? How the hell did you do all that if you had no idea?"
"I just hoped I was doing it right, and that if I wasn't you'd help me along."
Wrapping her in my arms, I kiss her deeply, a kiss she returns passionately. When we break apart , she pushes a lock of hair off my face, and traces my jawline with one finger. She's smiling that smile again.
"You're so beautiful, Kerry."
"Abby..." she's made me blush.
"You are, Kerry...you're beautiful, inside and out....and I...."
"What , Abby?"
"I...I'm in love with you, Kerry...I have been for a while now...I just wouldn't admit it.. I don't know why I couldn't say it sooner..."
For the third time in one day, I feel tears come to my eyes. This time I don't hide them, letting them fall, slipping down my cheeks.
"Oh, don't cry, Kerry..."
"No, Abby, it's okay...they're good tears...tears of happiness."
"Happiness is good," she smiles as she wipes away my tears.
"It's very good, Abby...because I'm in love with you, too..."
Tears now come to Abby's eyes, and she smiles her beautiful smile, as she leans in to kiss me, a sweet , lingering kiss. As we break apart , I wipe away a single tear from her face.
"What is it?" I run a finger down her back, smiling as it causes her to shiver.
"Take me to heaven..."
I smile at her choice of words. Tracing her lips with my finger, I say, "I'm sure going to try, Abby."
She smiles at me, and shakes her head. "No...you'll take me there...I just know you will."
"I hope so...I want you to feel how you made me feel..."
"Please stop making me wait..."
I laugh as I gently push her onto her back, lying on top of her. Smoothing her hair away from her face, I say "Patience, Abby...haven't you heard that good things come to those who wait?"
"Oh, God, Kerry..." she's laughing now. "If you make me wait, I'll have to tickle you..."
"Mmm...sounds like fun," I say with a teasing grin.
She smiles a teasing smile back at me as she slides her hand down and tickles my stomach, chuckling as I laugh.
"Okay, okay stop..." I say, breathless from laughing.
She smiles up at me, and I lean down to kiss her. Kneeling over her, I realize she's still half-dressed.
"One of us is wearing too much clothing..."
Abby laughs. "Well, I don't think it's you, so...is it me?"
"How'd you guess?"
"You are driving me crazy!"
"I know...but there's a method to my madness, I promise."
"Oh yeah? Well, what is it?"
"Well...the more you want it, when you get it, I can almost guarantee you that trip to heaven..." I blush saying this, but it's true...and I want her to feel how she made me feel...
Abby's eyes fill with tears, and the tears spill over onto her cheeks. She's also smiling her beautiful smile, so I know she's not upset.
"What is it? Why are you crying?"
"It's just...you're the only person who's ever cared enough to want to please me...my ex thought it was just my way of trying to get out of sex, and Luka...well, Luka is very self-centered. You know, he never even noticed that I didn't orgasm? Once he came, that was it, and 2 seconds later he was snoring away."
"But you know what? It's okay...because my heart never felt for either of them anything even remotely close to what it feels for you, Kerry."
"Abby, thats the best compliment I've ever recieved...thank you..."
"No, Kerry...thank you..."
"Thank me?" I give her a teasing grin again, "But I haven't done anything...yet..."
"Well, then, don't you think you should?" she returns my grin.
Leaning down, I place a single kiss on her stomach, running my hands up her arms. When I reach her shoulders, using one finger, I continue down and trace the round shape of her breasts. I lean in and kiss the small valley between her breasts, as I softly rub her breasts. I softly bite first one nipple, and then the other, feeling them grow harder. "Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful breasts, Abby?"
"What? No. I mean, they're just breasts...except for size variations, aren't they pretty much all the same?"
"No, Abby, really...you have beautiful breasts...They're round and firm, and you have such soft skin there." I'm trailing my fingernails over her breasts, watching as she closes her eyes and smiles.
"Thank you, Kerry. You make me feel so pretty."
Running my hands down her sides, I stop at the edge of her waistband. Slipping my fingers under the waistband, I slowly pull the sweatpants off of her, dropping them to the floor. I hear a breath catch in Abby's throat as I gently push her legs apart. I slowly rub the soft skin of her inner thighs. Opening the outer lips of her vagina, I lean down and place a soft kiss on her clit.
I reach one hand under her and shift her body upward, and slide 2 fingers inside her. She closes her eyes, and moans, and I know that she's feeling the depth of my fingers inside of her. As I move them inside her, I use my thumb to rub slow circles on her clit.
"Do you like it, Abby?"
"Oh God...do you really have to ask?"
Chuckling, I lean down, and graze the tip of my tongue over her clit, and smile as she moans louder. Using a bit more of my tongue, I do it again.
"Please...take me to heaven..."
Smiling, I say, "I think you'll be there soon."
Using the technique she used to put me over the edge, I take her clit in my mouth, sucking on it, and rubbing my tongue over and over it.
I feel her body quivering, as she welcomes her first rush of orgasmic bliss. She's calling my name loudly, and smiling the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. As I feel her body relaxing, I place a soft kiss on her clit, and lay back on top of her. Her eyes are still closed, and the smile is still on her lips. She looks radiant, and I just stare at her. When she finally opens her eyes, she looks up at me, and smiles bigger.
"Yeah, you know...from heaven..."
"God...Kerry Weaver, where have you been all my life?"
"Here, waiting to fall in love with the most beautiful woman on the planet."
"Kerry, I'm not even close to that-"
I put one finger over her mouth. Smiling, I say, "Don't insult my lover."
She smiles again. "Lover...it's such a little word, but when it's said about you, it's the most amazing word in the whole world."
"Mmmm...it is, isn't it...."
Rolling off her, I wrap my arms around her, and just hold her close. Our bodies pressed together, I finally, for once, feel whole.
"We're a perfect fit, Abby...I feel whole now, holding you close to me...you complete me..."
"That's the sweetest thing anyones ever said to me, Kerry." she says, and yawns. Looking at my clock, I realize it's past 3 A.M. "Sleepy?"
"Yeah...that trip to heaven left me jet lagged."
Chuckling, I pull her face to mine, and kiss her lips. "You're not working tomorrow, right?"
"Good. We can stay in bed as late as we want to then."
"As late as we want? How 'bout we just stay here all day?" her eyes are sparkling again.
"Mmm...sounds like fun."
"Now that I've been to heaven, I want to go back..."
"I think that can be arranged. But right now, I think you need to get over that jet lag first."
I give her a deep, lingering kiss.
" 'Night, Kerry."
She turns onto her side, and I wrap her in my arms. I hear her deep, even breathing, and smiling, I fall fast asleep.
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