Title:
Aquatic Mischief
Author: Alanna diAblo
Summery: Pointless smut, pure and simple. Well, not so pure...
Category: Romance
Rating: Poison in cartoons.
Author's Note: Please see end.
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It was so fucking hot, and all I wanted to do was to go home and blast up the
AC, and crash. That is, after I had a nice cold shower. You see, life as a
trauma nurse isn't all that grand. Especially considering that your patients
felt the need to bleed, pee, throw up-or drain any other bodily fluid for that
matter-right into your lap on a daily basis. Naturally, they felt the need to
break the all ready high record on the hottest day of the year.
So, I entered one of the many guest bathroom's at the Carter Mansion, and
peeled my shirt off from my sticky body. Carter and I were living together by
then mind you, but we weren't *sleeping* together. Not like *that* anyways. Only
once. Then we promised not to again until I had ditched the booz. But Carter
being the gentleman he was, had offered to let me stay with him. How could I say
no?
Anyways, I turned on the water to the shower to luke-warm, and pulled my scrubs
off. I un-clasped my bra, and toed my panties to the side. Then I pulled the
hair elastic from my hair, and shook it free from the sweat as much as the
humidity would allow me to.
The water hit me with a cool rush and I felt like for the first that time that
day, that I was alive. I was instantly cooled and relaxed simultaneously and I
exhaled deeply. I closed my eyes and looked up into the cascading water. It hit
my skin and I swear steam escaped from the combination. I'd almost reached a
state of complete peace on earth, when I felt a presence in the room with me.
Startled, I opened my eyes and jumped up a little when I saw a pair of shoes
that were not my own, underneath the shower curtain.
"Carter? Is that you?" There was no answer. Holy shit, it's Norman Bates. I
chided myself for being so childish and asked again. Still, no response. I
strained to hear any movements the person in the bathroom would make. After a
few moments, I heard a faint scratching noise and saw a shirt drop to the floor.
I knew what was coming. So much for cooling down. My heart began to beat faster
and I tried to anticipate what would come next.
"Close your eyes." A husky voice said, just above the volume of the water. So I
did. I let him take control for once, and I just closed my eyes and waited for
him. I could hear the shower curtain open, and I heard the faint splash as his
feet hit the floor of the shower. I could feel his body heat surrounding me and
his hot breath kissing my neck. His hand encircled the small of my back, and his
finger tips ran up my side and I shuddered.
"Can I open them now?" I asked coyly. I wanted to see him, I wanted to watch him
do this to me.
"Not yet." Was the monotone reply. Sure he was touching me, but he was still at
a distance from me. I tried to step closer to him, but he backed up ever so
slightly; as if to tease me. I stepped forward again and my breasts faintly
brushed against his chest before he stepped away again.
"C'mon Carter." I said, frustrated. Few men know I actually like it when they
play tease, and Carter must have figured that out. But by then I was getting
impatient. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and up and down his body. I
wanted to scratch my nails down his back and scream his name. And I wanted him
to make me do it. I wanted him to do that to me so badly.
Carter just stood still, his hand still running up and down my side, and the one
on my back playing dead. I let out a sigh of frustration and suddenly the hand
on my back pulled me into him, and he leaned down and kissed me hard on the
lips. I flew into action, my hands gripping his shoulders, and kissing back with
all my might. He broke away long enough to request one thing:
"Open 'em."
So you can bet I did, and I looked up into his big brown eyes and lost myself in
them. Breathing heavily, he looked back at me, passion burning just beneath the
surface. He wanted me. I wanted him. He turned around so that I was facing the
front of the shower, and the spray was hitting him from behind. It ricochet off
of his back making it look like a clear aura surrounded him. The water droplets
clung to Carter's tight skin and outlined his muscles. God he was beautiful. I
smiled at him with a glint of mischief sparkling in my expression, and we didn't
wait a moment longer. It would have been impossible to do so.
I backed up all the way against the wall at the other side of the shower. Carter
lifted me up and wrapped my legs around himself in one motion. He licked my
neck, and planted kisses on it as he traveled around my skin. Carter's soft lips
and hot breath in contrast to the cool water were a combination that could be
compared to ecstasy. Slow and deep moans escaped my throat as his hand traveled
up wards to my nipple, and he moved it between his fingers. His other hand
braced against the tiles, creating a wall around us along with the curtain.
"Abby...you're so beautiful." I almost melted at the words, but as he slid
inside of me, I forgot to do that.
"God...Carter..." I gasped. Or something along those lines. It's hard to
concentrate on what escapes your mouth when John Carter is making love to you.
He pressed me harder against the tiles, and hitched my right leg up higher.
"Good?" He asked. I nodded. I didn't need to ask him the same question, I could
feel him quivering inside of me, pulsing against my walls. He kissed me again as
he moved out and back in, both were long and gentle and slow. I knew he wanted
this to last, but I was loosing it fast, so I showed my impatience by bucking
against him. He sped things up, just like I wanted it, and I knew that's how he
wanted it to.
"Carter?"
"Now's not a good time to talk." He laughed as he pushed harder into me.
"I don't normally talk like this but..." He hit my G-spot and I let out a gasp.
"Just like that."
He moaned as my hand snuck down between us and slid over him as he pulled out.
I wanted him to fuck me, and the only way to let him know without sounding like
a bodice ripper, was so get him going so that he would want to loose it. My
tongue swept around his ear and I whispered into it. This seemed to work
wonders, and he banged into me, slamming my back into the wall. He looked at me
and I could have lost it at his sweet stare, but I threw my head back as he hit
deep inside of me again. Carter understood, and kissed my forehead quickly
before continuing.
He was so hot and so good, and I was so wet for him. I could feel my orgasm
approaching, and he was close too. I relaxed and opened my thighs further to
him, letting him take me. He pounded harder, and faster. The sweat rolled down
his face mixing with the cool water, and dropping onto my sternum then dribbling
down my cleavage. He'd lick it off, multi-tasking being his strong suit. Then, I
lost it.
I gasped loudly, and my nails scraped into his back about three inches deep. My
body shook and I squeezed around him, forcing him to fall into heaven with me.
He followed in a matter of seconds later, Carter screamed my name and he
poured into me. I sucked him in me, not wanting this to be over. Still inside
me, Carter bent down and kissed me on the lips lightly. "...so good." He
murmured, as he reluctantly pulled out. I was to stupefied from recovering from
the greatest orgasm of my life to do anything in response but nod. Carter didn't
have many brain cells left either, but he had enough to grab us towels, and
carry me to his bed. I curled up next to him, and he pulled me close.
"So..." I said a few moments later, after my vocal chords had decided to work
again. "Wanna call in sick to work tomorrow?" Carter smiled at me before he
turned over so he was on top of me.
"I'd be a fool not to."
* * * *
I woke up safe, warm and content. I lazily kissed Carter's chest, and rested my
head on top of it once more. Carter stroked my hair, half asleep. After making
love over four times, you wouldn't be as awake as we were. At least Carter had
enough sense to check the time. 8:45.
"What time does your shift start?" He asked me, as he picked up the phone.
"Nine." Carter smiled at me, and a grin spread across my face. Someone picked up
the phone on the other line.
"Hey, Dr. Weaver? This is Carter." He smiled again, and I put my hand over my
mouth to keep from giggling like a twelve year old. Carter coughed, very
convincingly, into the receiver. Working at a hospital does have it's benefits.
"Um, I'm sick today, so I won't be coming in." There was a pause. "Oh, tell her
I said thank you." He coughed again. " Yes I will get some rest. Yes, bye."
"She believed you?" Carter nodded. "Say thank you to who?"
"Susan said she'd cover my shift for me." I smiled. Dr. Lewis knew all to well
what was really going on. She'd known we were living together for awhile now. It
was nice to have allies. "Let's wait a few minutes and then we'll call in sick
for you."
"But what will we do in the mean time?" I asked, faking my innocence. Carter
raised an eyebrow.
"I've got a couple of ideas..."
* * * *
La
Fin
Author's Note: So...I was writing all of this emotional stuff, and my muse was
like "Alanna, write bodice ripper stuff. Write some pointless Carby smut." Cause
ya know, my muse can be a dumb blonde. Well, F*ck it, it's the first day of
summer vacation for me, so I'll do what I damn well please. Drop me a line if u
think that this was WAYYY to smutty or out of character. Other feedback, or even
just a "hey I read your fanfic called "aqautic mischeif"" would be great. Thanks
a bunch to my computer's spell check for a quick beta. I'm to lazy to go
bothering anyone right now for a pointless smut story. Anyways, hope u enjoyed!
Always a pleasure to write~
~AD
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