A Symbol of Love
RATING: I would say R, but I'm not taking ANY chances **NC-17**
SPOILERS: Season Nine-ish
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DISCLAIMER: These are not my characters, they belong to NBC and Warner Bros. I wish they were mine, but they're not. And I didn't get them for Christmas..
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is what religion class, in a Catholic High School does to students.. LOL.. Or maybe I was just bored out of my mind while my teacher talked about practicing sexual abstinence until marriage.. ~_O (hehehe~evil laugh)
SUMMARY: It's what happened right before the shower scene in season nine! *_*
As Abby led Carter into her apartment she could barely open the door. If she could she would have had him right there, but her neighbors might complain. She was tired, true, but never tired enough for Carter. If was never the same, and he was much gentler that Luka, or even Richard. He actually cared. He was careful and slow, yet passionate and fierce at the same time.
Carter loved her. His heart jumped every time he saw her. He couldn't ever live without her. Now, as she finally opened the door, he led her to the small bedroom, where they had so many happy memories. So many nights together in each other's arms. They were made for each other. He thought about how perfectly her body molded into him, how her body curved in all the right places, it drove crazy, especially now. She could be so seductive in scrubs.
Abby felt Carter's hands over her whole body as he sucked on her neck. She wanted to laugh because he couldn't get her shirt off. Well, she decided to help. By then, his clothes, were all over the apartment, and so were hers. It comes with the relationship. She'll get them in the morning. As her last piece of clothing went flying over Carter's shoulder, he picked her up and spun her around. She felt like a princess with her prince; well, in a twisted fairy tale way...
Carter slowly placed her on the bed, careful not to hit her head against the frame. He kissed her, she kissed back, playing with his tongue as he slowly got on top of her. He pulled away from her kiss so he could taste the sweetness of her body; it was better than anything he had ever tasted before. Nothing could tear him away from her. He loved her. She was the only one he wanted to have forever and always.
Abby moaned as Carter's tongue and hands flowed along her body, first through her hair, then down her body, over her breasts to her hips, and then Carter stopped, he always did, just to make sure everything was okay. Then he moved back up, and kissed her. Then he moved back up, and kissed her. They were both breathing heavily, and then the moment came. Her least favorite part with Luka, yet the best with Carter. He was slow and gentle. She felt him enter her body, become one, become a unifying symbol of love.
Carter slowly entered her body. He was scared that he did it wrong, or too fast, yet the smile on Abby's face told him everything was right. The many nights they had spent like this, yet every night was special, every night he learned about a new part of her body, of her. Nothing mattered anymore, she was there.
Abby was tired, yet never wanted to stop. She loved when he turned her over and let her go on top. She did what she wanted, outlined the muscles on his chest with her hands, followed the rest of his body with her tongue. She kissed, and sucked, and caressed, yet it was never enough. She wanted more, and she knew he did too. But she collapsed next to him on the bed. She was out of breath, and sore. He understood.
Carter saw Abby lay down next to him. He didn't want the night to end, yet both had to work the next morning. He scooped her up in his arms, laid her next to him, her head on his chest. She was breathing heavily, and he massaged her back. He kissed her on the forehead as he felt her body finally relax. She was asleep. Their legs and arms were intertwined, they were warm together in Abby's bed, under the covers. Nothing was more perfect than watching her sleep next to him. That's all he needed to be happy. He ran his hands over her body, slowly over her breasts, her abs, her hips. He pushed the hair out of her face. Her peaceful, gorgeous face. He kissed her once again. He could never get enough of her. Finally he laid down and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep with the one woman he loved more than life itself, the one he would give up his life for... His one and only Abby... "I love you, Abby." He whispered.