Gone Away 2/?
Title: Gone Away 2/?
Fandom: ER
Pairing: Abby/Neela
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Luka's in Croatia. What does this mean for our Abby?
They sat in silence a moment; Abby watched as Neela folded her hands in her lap. She looked hurt, childlike, and Abby instantly regretted her tone, her words.
"Look," she said, trying to keep from slurring, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," said Neela, looking up at her once more, "I didn't... I didn't mean to overstep a boundary... I just thought... I thought we were..."
"Friends," Abby finished.
She sat back against the couch.
"Are we friends, Neela?" she asked, not unkindly.
"I thought we were," Neela replied, obviously confused. "Are, I mean. Are friends."
Abby pursed her lips.
"Yes," she said, "We are."
Then that silence again, one that Abby felt she had to break or she'd burst.
"Neela," she began.
"Yes?"
"Have you ever kissed a woman?"
Neela look struck.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
"N-no," she said, "No, no, I haven't."
"Are you telling the truth? Because we are friends and all."
"Yes... Abby, why are you asking me this?"
Abby shook her head.
"I don't know," she answered.
"Are you sure you're all right."
"Yes, Neela, goddamit, I'm sure."
Neela rose, suddenly, stiff-backed.
"Look," she said, "I don't know what's going on, but you're starting to freak me out."
"Am I?"
"Frankly, yes."
Abby shook her head.
"Come on," she said, "Sit back down."
Reluctantly, Neela obeyed, sitting gingerly on the arm of the couch.
Abby leaned forward, letting a lock of hair fall from behind her ear.
"You really are beautiful, Neela," she said softly.
Neela's eyes softened into a look of almost pity.
"What is this?" she asked, voice tiny.
"What do you think?"
"Abby..."
"Don't say you can't," Abby snapped, "Just don't."
She leaned forward without meaning to, catching Neela's lips with her own, tentatively at first, exploratory. Then, a little braver, she pushed harder, gathering the woman into her arms.
Neela pulled back suddenly, a stricken look on her face. Abby's heart thumped.
"Christ," said Neela, "You taste like vodka."
Fandom: ER
Pairing: Abby/Neela
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Luka's in Croatia. What does this mean for our Abby?
They sat in silence a moment; Abby watched as Neela folded her hands in her lap. She looked hurt, childlike, and Abby instantly regretted her tone, her words.
"Look," she said, trying to keep from slurring, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," said Neela, looking up at her once more, "I didn't... I didn't mean to overstep a boundary... I just thought... I thought we were..."
"Friends," Abby finished.
She sat back against the couch.
"Are we friends, Neela?" she asked, not unkindly.
"I thought we were," Neela replied, obviously confused. "Are, I mean. Are friends."
Abby pursed her lips.
"Yes," she said, "We are."
Then that silence again, one that Abby felt she had to break or she'd burst.
"Neela," she began.
"Yes?"
"Have you ever kissed a woman?"
Neela look struck.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
"N-no," she said, "No, no, I haven't."
"Are you telling the truth? Because we are friends and all."
"Yes... Abby, why are you asking me this?"
Abby shook her head.
"I don't know," she answered.
"Are you sure you're all right."
"Yes, Neela, goddamit, I'm sure."
Neela rose, suddenly, stiff-backed.
"Look," she said, "I don't know what's going on, but you're starting to freak me out."
"Am I?"
"Frankly, yes."
Abby shook her head.
"Come on," she said, "Sit back down."
Reluctantly, Neela obeyed, sitting gingerly on the arm of the couch.
Abby leaned forward, letting a lock of hair fall from behind her ear.
"You really are beautiful, Neela," she said softly.
Neela's eyes softened into a look of almost pity.
"What is this?" she asked, voice tiny.
"What do you think?"
"Abby..."
"Don't say you can't," Abby snapped, "Just don't."
She leaned forward without meaning to, catching Neela's lips with her own, tentatively at first, exploratory. Then, a little braver, she pushed harder, gathering the woman into her arms.
Neela pulled back suddenly, a stricken look on her face. Abby's heart thumped.
"Christ," said Neela, "You taste like vodka."