Justified Reunion

Thanks to my wonderful editor, Hannah, who put up with my nagging and podantic ways... you're a gem!

Justified Reunion

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"So, you suffered a loss of appetite, *and* insomnia because of me?" Doug asked in between kisses.

"I'm surprised I lived," Carol replied.

"Oh, sounds serious," He laughed against her lips.

"Shut up and kiss me." She had him trained well, for he did exactly that, pulling her into his arms, pressing his body closer to hers, so she could feel his hardness against her thigh.

"Excuse me nurse?" Carol snapped out of her reverie, and looked back at the patient seated before her.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I let my mind wander a little too far." She apologized to the woman, since she had paused in the middle of bandaging her wrist.

"What were you thinking about?" The woman asked.

"Oh nothing," Carol said, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. She went about finishing off the bandage.

"It's a man, isn't it?" she asked knowingly.

"Um... yeah."

"He must be pretty amazing for you to spend so much time thinking about him."

"Well, today is the first time I've seen him in two weeks. He was out of state on business." Carol explained after the woman's curious look.

"Well, I guess tonight will be something special then." She grinned.

"Oh, I'm sure it will be." Carol smiled back. "Ok, you're all done. Just make sure to keep that dry for the next few days, and check the dressings every night."

"Ok, thank you. And good luck." She winked before heading out. Carol laughed, and said, "Thanks." Taking the chart, she returned it to the clerk's desk, and checked her watch. "Well, I'm out of here. Have a good night guys," She announced to the crowd around the desk. After punching out, she walked into the lounge, where she found Doug relaxing on the sofa with a cup of coffee.

"Hey you," He said.

"Hey yourself."

"You off?"

"Yeah. How much longer are you on?"

"Probably another three hours. I gotta make up for being late this morning."

"Ok, so I'll see you at home?" Carol took off her scrub coat and replaced it with her jacket and gloves.

"You can count on it." He grinned.

She grabbed her bag and moved over to where he sat. "I'll be waiting." Glancing quickly out the window to check the coast was clear, she bent over, took his chin in her hands, and gave him a deep, open mouthed kiss, her tongue flicking inside to tease his. When he pulled away, he groaned his disappointment.

"There's more where that came from." She smiled wickedly, and turned to leave.

"I'll bet there is." She heard before the door closed behind her. She smiled to herself, pleased that she had succeeded in teasing him.

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Carol was wandering around the house, anxiously awaiting Doug's arrival. Where *was* he? She wasn’t sure she could stand to wait much longer to have him all to herself. It had been a *whole* two weeks since she had surprised him in California, and her patience was wearing thin. The long conversations over the phone, the quixotic dreams, even the several attempts at phone sex were no longer enough. She needed him here, in the flesh, to ravage at her leisure.

Glancing up, she heard a car pull up outside. Rushing to the window, she found him climbing out of the huge green convertible he'd driven home from California. She quickly went to the door and waited to hear him climb the steps.

As soon as his footsteps stopped, she flung the door open, grabbed his coat by the lapels and dragged him inside. Before he knew it, she had slammed the door shut, shoved him against it and was releasing the pent up passion she had harbored for the past two weeks into his warm accepting mouth. Her body was pressed against his, and her hands were attempting to explore every inch of him.

Once they finally came up for air, Doug chuckled and said, "Now that's what I call a welcome home." Carol moved her arms from around his neck, her hands making their way under his coat to find the tight muscles of his butt.

"You have *no* idea how much I missed you. These have been the longest two weeks of my life." She leaned in to him, her lips caressing the length of his throat.

"Carol, trust me, I know *exactly* what you mean." Gently, he brushed her hair away from her shoulder, exposing the glowing skin at the base of her neck. Within moments, his mouth made contact, tasting her, inhaling her scent. His hands moved across her shoulders, down her back and over her rear. As they traveled further to the backs of her thighs, he made the discovery that he was touching bare flesh.

Carol felt his hands on her legs, and coupled with the hardness of his erection pressing against her pelvis, she knew he was aroused by her state of dress.... or undress. As his hands ventured underneath the oversized shirt, she tightened her grip on his ass, pressing him closer to her body.

Doug moaned his pleasure at the feel of her soft round flesh filling his palms, the pressure of her hands on his butt, and the soft, warm sensation of her lips on his throat. But it wasn't enough. He wanted to see her in all her naked glory. He wanted to feel her hardened nipples against his chest. He wanted to feel her wetness surrounding him. He wanted her to drive him over the edge.

It was as if she could read his mind, as she began peeling his coat off his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms to fall in a heap on the floor. After untucking his shirt, she slipped down his body and began planting kisses above his navel. Slowly, she worked her way up, pulling his shirt higher and higher, kissing every inch of his torso, teasing his nipples until he could stand it no longer. Quickly, the shirt joined the coat on the floor, and Doug wrapped his arms around Carol, picking her up off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to feel the evidence of her arousal on his stomach.

"I want you so bad Carol." he said against her lips.

"You've already got me Doug. There's nowhere in the world I'd rather be." she replied, punctuating her statement with a probing kiss. His hands slipped under her shirt, caressing her back, tickling her spine. A moan escaped her lips, and she pulled herself as close as she possibly could to him.

"Make love to me Doug." Carol whispered against his ear. "Hold on." he replied softly. Wrapping his arms around her for support, he walked towards their bedroom. Placing her gently on the edge of the bed, he began unbuckling his pants. Carol reached out, pushing his hands away, and grabbing hold of the waistband. She tugged him closer, and continued to remove his clothing. She could feel his erection pressing against her knuckles as she undid the zipper, so she hastened to pull away the restricting material. His boxers quickly followed, and Carol admired the sight of his penis standing to attention. Though it still amazed her that it was she who created this reaction in him. She climbed further back on the bed, and he crawled to lean over her. Bending down, he teased her lips, tugging ever so softly with his own.

"You look so beautiful." he said, flashing her the smile that proved the depth of his love. She could see it in his eyes, the gleam of admiration, the strength of his feelings plunging deeply into her soul. He continued to kiss his way down her neck, until he reached the top button of her shirt. He sat up and looked at her for a moment, then smiled devilishly. Taking hold just above the top button, he ripped the shirt open, exposing her luminous skin, supple breasts and glistening curls to his gaze. "Mmm, so beautiful." he whispered. Placing his hands gently at the top of her head, he began tracing every inch of her body. His fingertips fluttered over her eyebrows, danced across her cheekbones, and brushed over her lips. Moving further down, his hands traced her slender neck, her chest, her breasts, with the lightest of feathery touches. Her skin was alive, tingling with such intensity in every place his hands had made contact. She moaned appreciatively as his thumbs rubbed over her nipples, their pebbly surface hardening even more. Doug drew light circles over her stomach, his fingers pattering over her bellybutton.

Carol's mind was reeling. The pure strength of her emotions, the exquisite feeling of his hands on her skin, and the agonizing, yet unbelievably wonderful throbbing between her legs coalesced into three simple words.

"God Doug.....now.." she breathed, suddenly aware that his hands had found their way to the highly sensitive folds of skin at the juncture of her thighs.

Doug was enjoying himself just as much as Carol. He found a pleasurable satisfaction in watching her body as it reacted to his heated touch. He always had, right from that very first night, lying on her kitchen floor, his fingers thrusting inside her, making her come again and again, after he had spent himself. He had watched her face, her enjoyment and pleasure playing across her lips. He had watched her body, her hips bucking up as his fingers slid out, her hands clenched around the edges of his opened shirt. It was then he had realized she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. The way she was totally uninhibited, it turned him on even more now, just thinking about it.

"Doug *please*, we've waited long enough," Carol said, bringing his senses back to the present. He looked down at her, his face betraying such a familiar emotion, such intense love. Their eyes locked together, and she knew, from that look, that the best was about to begin.

He slid down her body, parted her folds with his fingers, and in one, long, hard stroke, licked her from back to front. Carol sucked in a deep breath at his motion, letting out a long satisfied, "Oooohhhhhhh..." He continued up, his mouth never leaving her skin, his tongue dipping into her navel, tasting her delicious flesh.

Her hands grabbed hold of his head, directing him higher. He complied, making a hot, wet trail up her body, devouring her breasts, sucking on her nipples, running his tongue along her collarbone, until finally he lay atop her, face to face, mere centimeters separating their lips. They paused for the shortest of moments, their eyes transfixed on one another, breathing heavily as another rush of excitement filled their bodies. Then, she was pulling him down, lips finally meeting once more, tongues dueling, hands roaming, legs entwining. His erection rubbed against her opening, the juices of her arousal coating him, readying them both for the moment of complete and utter bliss.

He slid into her with such ease, such familiarity. This was where he belonged, invested within her, fitting together so perfectly, as though it made their two bodies into one. The desperation melted away, and what replaced it was pure adoration. Kisses became softer, hands more careful, eyelids squeezed tighter, as their hips settled into an erotic rhythm. This was Doug and Carol, making love. It had never simply been sex with them, whether they had admitted it or not.

Doug rolled over, pulling Carol on top of him. She pulled her lips from his, moving to sit up, and finally ridding herself of the torn shirt. Doug quickly followed her, and she wrapped her legs around his torso, burying him deeper within her. Her arms dangled around his neck, the fingers of one hand entangled in his hair, while his hands roamed up her back, pulling her closer, as his mouth yet again made contact with her chest. Carol began rocking against him, feeling the very first tingle of her orgasm. Quickening the pace, she gripped his shoulders tightly, and he knew she would climax soon. Moving his hands down to her rear, he pushed her closer, sheathing him even deeper. Doug leaned his head into her neck, and nipped at the skin above her collarbone, producing a moan of pleasure from her. She threw her head back, arching into him, as she sought the ultimate pleasure. Her hands moved up to encircle his neck, her thumbs caressing his cheeks, while his mouth played along the length of her throat. Carol continued riding him, as that tingle within her escalated, intensifying and slowly spreading up through her belly.

Doug's own climax was becoming desperate to spill forth into Carol's awaiting depths, but he held back with every last piece of willpower, wanting to watch her orgasm. Needing to see all her inhibitions and insecurities stripped away. He needed to see her the way that noone else ever had, or ever would. This was one of the most precious things to Doug. He treasured every moment that he saw her as she truly was; raw emotions, bursting out of her sensual, writhing body. He had never cherished a moment more than this.

She was clutching at him desperately now, so close to hitting her peak. Gently, he pulled back from her, and their motion stopped, chests heaving, beads of sweat coating their skin. Leaning his forehead against hers, their gazes locked together. He was smiling like a Cheshire cat, as though he held a secret within him that he couldn't wait to share. Carol watched him as he leaned in to press his lips against hers, running his tongue over her swollen mouth. Then, he pulled back, and finally spoke.

It was the quietest of whispers, yet spoken with such force, such intensity.

"I've fallen in love with you Carol." Those words sent her spiraling into ecstasy. It was like fireworks had exploded within her, and were filling her body with the warm sparks of love. She contracted around his length, the rippling sensation pulling him faster towards his own release. She recommenced the thrusting motion, rubbing her body against his, her nipples tickling his chest. The cries of pleasure escaped her lips, and her nails dug unconsciously into his back, shooting pleasure filled pain across his skin. As her contractions subsided, Doug hastened to seek his release. Encasing her lips again with his mouth, he thrust faster and harder, no longer able to wait. A moment later, he was spilling forth into her depths, calling her name, pulling her body tightly against his. He wanted her to share his pleasure, to know that she was the both the creator of his arousal and the solution.

Carol's hand began drawing lazy circles across his back as their heart rates returned to normal. Doug murmured his enjoyment, and after a moment, moved to lay back against the cool pillow, pulling her to lay over him. Shifting to lay beside him in a more comfortable position, draping an arm across his chest, and leaning her chin on his shoulder, she smiled contentedly. She had known that Doug loved her for some time, but this was the first time he had *ever* admitted to falling *in* love with her. She was the one person in the world that had managed to capture his heart. She watched him as he covered her hand with his own, as his breathing became more rhythmic. Kissing the very edge of his shoulder, she spoke his name quietly.

"Doug?"

"Hmm?"

"I missed you." He turned to look at her, smiling at her admission.

"Yeah, me too. More than you know."

"Well," she grinned back, "if this afternoon was anything to go by, I think I do know." He chuckled, reaching over to stroke her cheek, tucking the unruly tendrils of hair behind her ear.

"Roll over, I wanna spoon you." He said, eliciting a giggle form her. She loved feeling his body pressed up against her, his arm encircling her waist, keeping her safe. She complied, and he snuggled close, tucking his chin over her shoulder. Her eyelids were getting heavy, and the feel of his chest rising and falling against her had a relaxing effect. She made a decision, before he fell asleep, and she lost her chance, she was going to tell him.

"Doug?"

"What?" he asked, his voice a little thick with sleep.

A few moments passed, then she took a deep breath and said, "I'm in love with you too Doug."

He smiled against her shoulder, knowing that those words had been difficult for her to say, and thankful that she had found the courage to say them.

Then, somewhere through the fog of sleep, she heard him murmur, "Sweet dreams Carol."

THE END.

� January 1999 S.McKay.