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Title: Smoke Break
Fandom: ER
Pairing: Kerry/Abby
A/N: Just digging through some older stuff I've written, sorry if anyone's seen this before.
The words Abby spoke earlier danced through Kerry's mind as she finished the last patient of her shift.
"Have you ever had sex in a car?" Abby playfully whispered in Kerry's ear as she placed a chart in the holding rack.
She hadn't.
Kerry asked her where she got the keys, but Abby didn't answer, instead her tongue met Kerry's in a dance they had come to know so well.
Spread out on the back seat of Mark's van, Kerry admired Abby's naked body, shining in the moonlight that was from time to time scarce underneath the railing of the EL. It was different, and she enjoyed it.
Tongues danced, fingers moved and bodies shimmied in ways that only beds had seen until this time, but there was something about the intimate moment in a strange environment that drove them both over the edge.
Kerry watched as Abby lit up a cigarette, reassuring that Mark wouldn't even know the difference, seeing as he now smoked himself.
The smoke hung in the air as Kerry admired Abby's pale skin. It swirled around the backseat in an attempt to find the window that was cracked for it's escape.
A beeper went off and it didn't really matter whose it was, for they both had to get back.
The next shift was especially hard. Mark was there, and so were the both of them, but that was okay, for what got them through this particular shift were the fond memories of the night before. The smoke circling around moonlit breasts and the rush that accompanied the thought of being caught in the act, made the day go by so much quicker, in hopes that maybe something like that might happen again.
Fandom: ER
Pairing: Kerry/Abby
A/N: Just digging through some older stuff I've written, sorry if anyone's seen this before.
The words Abby spoke earlier danced through Kerry's mind as she finished the last patient of her shift.
"Have you ever had sex in a car?" Abby playfully whispered in Kerry's ear as she placed a chart in the holding rack.
She hadn't.
Kerry asked her where she got the keys, but Abby didn't answer, instead her tongue met Kerry's in a dance they had come to know so well.
Spread out on the back seat of Mark's van, Kerry admired Abby's naked body, shining in the moonlight that was from time to time scarce underneath the railing of the EL. It was different, and she enjoyed it.
Tongues danced, fingers moved and bodies shimmied in ways that only beds had seen until this time, but there was something about the intimate moment in a strange environment that drove them both over the edge.
Kerry watched as Abby lit up a cigarette, reassuring that Mark wouldn't even know the difference, seeing as he now smoked himself.
The smoke hung in the air as Kerry admired Abby's pale skin. It swirled around the backseat in an attempt to find the window that was cracked for it's escape.
A beeper went off and it didn't really matter whose it was, for they both had to get back.
The next shift was especially hard. Mark was there, and so were the both of them, but that was okay, for what got them through this particular shift were the fond memories of the night before. The smoke circling around moonlit breasts and the rush that accompanied the thought of being caught in the act, made the day go by so much quicker, in hopes that maybe something like that might happen again.