"Surnames please. For compensation and so no-one else tries to claim it."
"Um, Car..." Kerry couldn't keep her eyes from Doris and Zadro. She wondered if they could see her, or if she was standing in a shadow.
"Carter and Weaver. And we're fine, thanks." John put his arm around Kerry's shoulder and guided her past the man and into the shadows behind the searchlights. It was clear now that the electricity had not been restored. The light had been coming from a few strategically place searchlights and huge power cables led from the Ferris Wheel to the building. Once in the shadows, John began to relax. "Do you think they saw us?"
Kerry shook her head. "I hope not." Or maybe she didn't. Hiding was a reflex. What would it have been like for the semi-naked Carter to take her out into the glare of the searchlights and kiss her? Kiss her deeply. She shook her head - it didn't matter, she'd never know. She repeated. "I hope not." Then added, "Will the car still be here?"
John nodded. "It'll be here." He suddenly shivered. "I think we should head out as fast as we can. The storm has cooled things down quite a bit."
Kerry nodded. "Yes." With the electricity out the entire area had shut down; they were walking past stalls with the canvas flaps down, and equipment tied down for the night. He still had his arm around her. Kerry knew she shouldn't like it - but she did. There was a lot that she shouldn't have liked or done tonight that she'd liked and done. She glanced up at Carter, smiling as she saw him scanning ahead for the car.
"At least the car will be warm," John said, laughter in his voice and a twinkle in his eyes. "And since Hank can't see into the back, I can think of a few things that we can do to get me warmed up." John stopped looking for the familiar limo and glanced down at Kerry. He quite liked it that she hadn't tried to pull away from him. "In case you haven't noticed, I really don't want our night to end yet."
Kerry smiled at him. She didn't want tonight to end yet either. It would end soon enough - but until then she just wanted to go with the warm arm behind her, and the brown eyes smiling down at her. "Where are we going to go?"
"How does home sound?" John felt warm when Kerry smiled up at him. He was also relieved to hear that she didn't want this night to end either. "Or we could just have Hank drive around for a few hours. But if we do that, then a stop at a drug store is definitely in order so I can buy condoms." John said, grinning. "But, I have plenty at home. And I have it on good authority that my landlady won't mind me showing up without a shirt at home. I'm not sure I can say the same about a drug store manager."
Kerry's vague idea of being driven somewhere strange and romantic - somewhere as much at odds with her life as the rest of tonight had been - crumbled. But home seemed good too. Just strange. Things like this didn't happen at home. She half grinned at his comment, and waited as he rapped on the driver's window.
It looked like Hank had been asleep - he suddenly jumped upright at the knock and turned toward them.
Hank got out of the car. "Master John." He did a double take, a small smile spreading over is face as he saw the couple before him. "Master John. You were on the Ferris Wheel?"
John laughed. "Yes, we were stuck on the Ferris Wheel. I think we're quite ready to head home now. Thanks for waiting."
Before John could even start to reach for the door handle, Hank had the door open. "I didn't mind at all, Master John. I had been hoping to see the fireworks, though."
"Us, too," John said as he stepped back to let Kerry get into the car first. As soon as she was inside, John turned to Hank. "You don't exactly have to hurry to get us home, Hank."
Hank smiled. "Yes, sir. I'll make sure the dividing window is on lock-out."
John grinned. "Thanks. Oh, and Hank? I would really appreciate it if you would turn on the heater. It's a little chilly out here now."
"As you wish, Master John." Hank waited until John had entered the limo, then he shut the door. Whistling happily, he got into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition. He turned on the heater, then made sure that he couldn't inadvertently lower the opaque glass that separated him from the back. If the glass was lowered, it would be Master John or his date who would be doing the lowering.
Kerry slipped into the plush seat, automatically doing up the seat belt. It slipped across her chest stimulating again her nipples, making them peak - that didn't usually happen in a car. They were on overdrive tonight - because of Carter, the man sitting next to her. She smiled, half nervous - "Hi."
John smiled back at Kerry. "Hi, yourself. I asked Hank to turn on the heater, so we should have some heat in a minute. Unless these aren't this way because of the cold?" He reached out and touched the tip of his finger to a taut nipple, knowing full well that they weren't in that condition because of the cold.
With a semi-shy grin, John continued, "Mine are though. They're cold. Very cold. I don't suppose you'd want to help them warm up?"
Kerry pushed her breast toward him then smiled. She moved her hands up to touch his bare chest. It was cold - or maybe it was hot. He'd somehow destroyed her sense of heat. She cupped his nearest nipple in her hand. "Is that better?"
John bit back a moan as he trembled under Kerry's touch. "Getting that way. I was sort of thinking about a wet heat. Something like this." Careful to not disturb her hand from where it touched him, John managed to duck his head low enough to capture one of Kerry's nipples in his mouth. Even through his shirt and her bra, it was delectable. And when she pushed her chest toward him, he greedily sucked in more of it before letting his tongue flick over the tip and sending a shiver through her body as well.
Kerry put her arms around Carter's back pulling him toward her, and pushing herself into him. She leaned forward and kissed the top of his head, nuzzling his hair with her nose. "God, that's good."
Not willing to let go of Kerry, John nodded ever so slightly. He was beginning to regret asking Hank to drive slowly -- John wanted to be home now so that he could carry Kerry into the house and stretch her out on the bed. Didn't matter which bed it was, either. As long as it was a bed. And as long as a lot of condoms were nearby. John wanted to slowly remove Kerry's clothes and cover her body with his kisses until she couldn't take it any longer and had to make him stop. And then she'd strip off his remaining clothing and they would make love. That's what he wanted to be doing right now and not riding around Chicago in the back of a limo. He pulled away from Kerry long enough to ask, "Shall I ask Hank to drive faster? Get us home quicker."
Kerry hadn't realised they were moving - the car had started off very smoothly - and she'd been lost in Carter's caresses - but as he spoke she looked out the window. Things passing. She nodded, half shy, "Yes." Then common sense re-asserted itself. "And put your seatbelt on."
John grinned. "As you wish." He fumbled for the seat belt and secured it, then hit the intercom button. "Hank, do you think you could get us home quickly, but without getting a speeding ticket?"
"Sir? You want me to hurry to your house?"
"That's right. Dr. Weaver needs to get home." John let go of the button and grinned at Kerry. "And out of her clothes so I can have my way with her body."
Kerry looked at Carter - she was in a state of semi-shock from the events of this evening. All she knew was that she didn't want it to end. She wanted to have him in her bed, or maybe to be had by him in his. She wanted entwined limbs. She wanted the problems of the world to never come back. She picked up his hand and kissed the back of it. Then remembered earlier - much much earlier. "Think any of those oysters are left?"
As John's hand melted away under Kerry's kiss, he remembered that there was a small refrigerator in the car. "Let's check." He undid his seat belt and squatted on the floor to open the small door. Sure enough, the oysters had been placed inside. The champagne, too. John pulled it all out and passed it back to Kerry, then closed the door and sat back on the seat, remembering to fasten his seatbelt and earning an approving look from Kerry in the process.
John picked up a shell and worked the oyster loose, then held it up to Kerry's lips. "Open wide."
Kerry opened her mouth, to receive the delicacy. It was juicy and succulent, and delightful. She chewed it and swallowed, then reached over to kiss John.
After the kiss ended, John grinned. "I think we should bring these into the house and see if they taste just as good eaten off of you as they do out of the shell." He traced her mouth with his finger. "Or were you always taught that it's not proper to play with your food?"
Kerry looked away from him, a bit embarrassed. He seemed to be taking all this - them becoming lovers very calmly. As if it was something that could happen every night. It didn't happen every night for her, or even every year.
John's heart melted a bit more when Kerry looked away from him, obviously embarrassed by what he had said. Now if he could only figure out if she was embarrassed by his words or by what those words represented? "Kerry?" He said, wanting her attention on him while he said what was on his mind.
Kerry looked up at John. Even as she did so a blush stole over her face. She wanted him and he wanted her. And there should be nothing wrong with that - but she knew that after tonight there would be. Why couldn't she just forget it all for one night of fun? Why did even now she have to remember what it would be like tomorrow?
"Kerry, I've wanted this for a long time now. A very long time. These feelings weren't present when I showed up on your doorstep looking for a room to rent, but they've certainly grown since then. You've seen me at my best and you've seen me at my worst. If nothing more ever comes from this, then we'll have tonight, but tonight doesn't end until our alarms go off in the morning. So, until that time, can you forget that you're Dr. Kerry Weaver, Attending and I'm Dr. John Carter, Resident? For these few hours, can't we just be Kerry and John?"
It sounded good. It sounded fun. But life for Kerry had never been that simple. She looked away from him and picked up his hand to kiss again.
Then she turned to look out the window once more, and recognized that they were moving into her street. This interlude at least was about to end. And what would happen next she didn't know - though she had a strong suspicion that it would involve her being thoroughly fucked.
Hank had suppressed a grin when he opened the back door and Master John and Dr. Weaver got out with Master John firmly holding the remaining oysters and champagne. "Thank you, Hank. And thank Gamma for the food, too."
"I will. Have a good evening, Master John." Hank said as he closed the door and walked around the car to the driver's door.
"Thank you, Hank. I will." John grinned. He caught up to Kerry at the door just as she opened it and they entered the townhouse together.
Kerry looked at John - so tall and young and handsome in the doorway. He was holding the bottle of champagne no less. "What now?" She whispered.
John slowly grinned as he pulled Kerry toward him with the arm holding the champagne, and kicked the door closed with his foot. "Now it's time for me to play with my food."
Kerry let herself be pulled toward Carter - there were oyster juices and bubbly behind her. "Don't spill your food on my shirt." The comment was a reflex - as if any of tonight's clothes had got off lightly. She looked up at him, half smiling, and expecting him to appreciate the absurdity of her comment.
"I'll try my best to not let anything spill. Here, you hold them." John shoved the plate of oysters and the champagne bottle into her hands, then swept her up into his arms, not even noticing when her crutch fell to the floor with a clatter. "Do you have condoms in your room?"
Kerry wiggled her body against John's. He hadn't noticed anything about the clothes - but she was going to be fucked again. He was going to take her, possess her, make love to her. She could feel his warmth through the thin shirt separating them. She was going to be fucked again. The knowledge was good - very good. "Yes."
John grinned. "Good, then upstairs it is." John headed up the stairs, carefully though so they wouldn't fall. Once in her room, he managed to find the light-switch and then he deposited Kerry lightly upon her bed, bending over to kiss her deeply. "Where are they?" He asked as he relieved her of the oysters and champagne.
Kerry pointed to the bedside table. "In there. Top drawer." She smiled at him, watching as he opened the drawer. She quickly pulled the shirt over her head and stripped the dislodged bra off. Then she reached for the waistband of the skirt, so she could wiggle out of that too. She was going to be fucked again, royally fucked - after a gap of far too long.
John opened the drawer but didn't immediately see any condoms. Then he spied a box that was pushed to the back of the drawer. With a relieved grin, John grabbed the box and pulled out a foil packet. He turned his head to watch Kerry undress, not at all upset that the fantasy he had had of him undressing her wasn't coming true. The end result was the same, he thought.
John put the box and the packet on top of the night table, then sat down on the edge of the bed. Kerry was now out of her skirt and he could see all of her. He rested his hand on her belly, his fingers splayed. "You're beautiful, Kerry." He leaned over and kissed the tip of a breast, then reached for an oyster. "This might be cold." He warned before he upended the shell and let the oyster and its juice slide onto Kerry's chest to rest in the hollow between her breasts. John quickly dipped his head to lick up the juice before it could run down Kerry's side and to the covers. Then he licked his way to the oyster and grabbed it in his teeth. Moving slightly, John offered half of the oyster to Kerry.
Kerry opened her mouth to receive the oyster. John's lips touched hers, and she chewed and swallowed as soon as she could, so that she could kiss him again. She loved the way he looked above her. Large. He was blocking out the light - almost a shadow against the brightness. Then she swallowed, and reached up to touch his lips lifting her arms to guide his body to cover hers.
John straddled Kerry's legs, careful to not put any of his weight on her as he bent over to lick his way up her belly and over her chest until he reached her neck. From there, he placed small kisses until he reached her mouth. She tasted of oysters and there was still a hint of cotton candy at the corner of her mouth. For some reason, the combination of flavors was about to drive him over the edge. "Are you ready for me, Kerry?" he asked against her lips as his hand snaked down between them and confirmed that she was more than ready.
Kerry nodded at the dark shape that was silhouetted by light. "Yes." She pushed her body upwards and toward the hand. "Yes." Her own hands reached upwards and found his body, and she let them drift down his sides until she encountered the material of his pants. She fumbled with the closings - trying to get them off him, and repeated herself once again, "Yes."
"Yes," John repeated as he eased his body off of Kerry. Standing by the bed he quickly stripped, not caring where his clothing landed as he tossed it aside. As he reached for the foil packet, John was surprised to see that his hand was shaking. That was how badly he wanted the woman on the bed. Kerry. His Kerry. John reluctantly tore his face away from hers so he could get the condom open and his eyes fell on the code on the outside of the packet. Not just any code. The expiration code. That said this particular box of condoms was risky to use.
Kerry lay back as she watched Carter strip himself rapidly - he had a glorious body, an amazing body. A body that was hard for her. A body that would soon be in her.
John whimpered as he tossed the condom to the top of the nightstand. "It's expired."
Kerry pushed herself up off the bed, toward him. Then, as he spoke her eyes widened. "What?" This couldn't be happening - she couldn't get this close then have it not happen. "What? That's not right - let me see."
John picked up the offensive foil packet and handed it to Kerry. "Wait here. I've got condoms downstairs. I'll be right back."
John practically ran down the hallway, his knees stinging a bit from the rough usage. He remembered to slow down on the stairs so he wouldn't trip or fall. Then he ran through the kitchen to the basement door. If he had remembered to turn on the light then he might have managed to get down his own steps without mishap. But he didn't remember and as a result he found himself hopping on one foot to his bed, cursing at his own stupidity for trying to take the steps in the dark. He checked his ankle and leg and found no sign of broken bones. But it hurt. And his knees hurt even more. And Kerry was waiting for him upstairs. Naked and warm and inviting.
John scooted across the bed and turned on the bedside lamp, then pulled hard on the handle of the drawer. He scrambled to catch the drawer as it completely came out of the nightstand, but he couldn't manage that from his position of being on his stomach and the contents spilled to the floor. "Shit, shit, shit."
******
Kerry looked at the date on the packet. It was expired - as expired as Ellis. And suddenly John was gone from her room. He'd said something about downstairs. He had to have some - after all she'd sometimes heard him and Roxanne.
Kerry got off the bed carefully and limped cautiously toward her closet where she kept the cane she used on special occasions. She didn't know quite where her crutch was - it was as absent as John.
She could hear a variety of curses coming faintly from downstairs through the open door. She left the bedroom, started to walk toward him, then stopped. What if he decided not to come back? What if away from her he decided this was all a big mistake? And then she arrived - naked and with her best cane? How stupid/desperate/needy would that look? If all she'd had tonight was all she got then it still had to be better than nothing.
Kerry sat down on the stairs - listening intently to try and hear what Carter's - John's final decision would be? Would he come back or not?
One hand reached up to play with a breast. A breast that John had teased and suckled earlier on tonight. He'd seemed annoyed about the condom. Had he been angry? She couldn't tell. And even if she could have figured it out, she wasn't good knowing how to make things right. She should probably go back to her bedroom, or downstairs to John - but she didn't know which.
So Kerry sat on the stairs in the dark listening for any clue about if he'd come back or not.