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The show ER and all characters and situations borrowed from it are property of
Constant-C, NBC, Warner Bros., etc. This fanfiction is for
entertainment only and no profit is derived from it.
Please Note: This story contains language and consensual sex which may offend some readers
and as such is inappropriate for those under 18.
This short story started out as an experiment. I wanted to try working in a very
immediate, experiential writing style and I was inspired by this song (it's from the
terrific "Ally McBeal" cd.) Here's the result. As always, your honest feedback
is much appreciated.
The Wildest Time
by Elizabeth
Eliz1296@aol.com
This story takes place after "Something New."
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In the wildest times of the world
Oh, I never thought I would be here
with you tonight...
"The Wildest Times of the World,"
by Vonda Shepard and Michael Landau
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Carol's eyes are closed. Sleeping. Warm under the covers.
A noise - his key in the door, his feet in the hall.
Her eyes are closed, she is so groggy.
Doug. This is Doug pushing the door open and walking quietly
into her bedroom.
Coming in from a late shift, putting his jacket on a chair. Looking at her.
Her eyes are still closed as he turns and walks down the hall to the bathroom.
Carol stretches and turns over, listening sleepily to him getting ready for bed, waiting
for him. In a few minutes she can feel his presence in her room again. He lays down on her
bed quietly.
Whispering: "You awake?"
"Ummm. Sorta."
She imagines his smile. Her eyes are still closed.
Doug. This is Doug, in her bed. Lying next to her.
He turns on a nightlight, brings his hand up to her face, strokes her cheek.
"You sure you're awake?"
Carol's head is spinning. "Yeah."
"Look at me." Doug's voice, whispering still but urgent now.
Carol opens her eyes. Doug. This is Doug, searching her eyes, kissing her forehead.
"You're tired." Turning to leave.
"Where you going?"
"Watch TV. I'm too wired to sleep."
She smiles. "Doug. I'm not *that* tired."
He chuckles and kisses her again, looks at her to be sure. Eases the covers back. A rush
of cold air on her skin. He murmurs warmly at the sight of her, naked under the blankets.
Slips in next to her and brings the covers back up.
His body is near her, his hands are on her, holding, stroking softly, remembering all the
right places to touch.
Remembering everything.
Carol closes her eyes.
Doug. This is Doug holding her, his body close to hers, skin grazing skin. Hands and mouth
devouring her, like he can't get enough.
Carol is still so surprised. Everytime.
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Now you're driving me crazy, baby
Is this really life?
Oh yeah, I was missin' you crazy, baby
Are you really mine?
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Doug opens his eyes.
Is this Carol, next to him, her arms encircling him? Is this her, clinging to him?
Her skin, her hair, her bed. Unmistakable. Her eyes looking at him, filled with desire.
He is so in love with her.
She rolls over on top of him, twining her legs in his. He feels her hair tickling his
face, her body resting so softly on him. She is kissing down his chest now, shrugging back
the blankets, kneeling between his legs, pulling his shorts down, stroking, scratching his
thighs and his stomach.
Bending now to take him - already so hard - into her mouth, licking lightly, watching his
reaction, teasing him. She slides her hands underneath him and pulls him toward her,
sucking hard. Oh my.
"Carol."
He runs his fingers through her hair, pushes his hips up to meet her searching mouth.
Another long moment, her tongue tickling the tip, kissing his thighs, his balls. She
stretches forward again and her mouth is on his, kissing him, slipping her tongue inside.
He kisses her, tastes her, finds his own saltiness on her lips.
Doug closes his eyes.
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I have fallen, I have stood up, I've had the patience of a tree
You have trembled, you have stayed still, you have tumbled like a weed
All the mountains, all the deserts, go for miles and miles around
We have driven for years now, baby, just to get back to a place we had already found.
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Carol smiles as she kisses Doug. Finally believing that this is really him. That
this is more than a dream. Happy, oh so happy, that it all started again with just one
kiss. So happy that she let him come inside. And that he stayed.
Doug reaches down and finds her ready for him. His fingers are so wet. He caresses her.
She moans and he rolls over on top of her.
"Wait - not yet."
Carol is pushing him off and sitting up, pulling him up with her. She props a pillow up
against the headboard and pushes him back towards it. He leans back and opens his arms to
gather her to him.
"Do you remember?" She straddles his lap, kneeling over him. Sinks down and
feels him, hard, underneath her.
"Yeah .. I remember. Our last time." He gathers her hair up in his hands,
pulling it off her face. He is serious now.
"I've never been so sorry in my life, Carol ... about what I did, what I
said..."
"No. Please." She places her hand on his mouth. "Don't talk about it."
He kisses her palm, her fingertips, drawing her hand across his rough cheek, letting her
hair fall back around her shoulders. This time he can't look away. "I need you
so much, Carol. I want to be with you. It doesn't scare me anymore."
Carol closes her eyes, breathing in the smell of him. So familiar. Opens her eyes again,
searching his eyes, his gaze so direct, so guileless now. So different.
Is this Doug? She doesn't even recognize him.
He lifts her hips, pushes back, enters her, fills her up inside. He feels so good. She
sighs and settles down on him, their bodies so close, arms wrapped around each other.
She is completely still for a moment. Whispers: "Doug."
"Shhh..."
"It still scares me, Doug."
"I know. Shhhh."
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I was mistaken, our love was forsaken
Worst mistake I ever made.
Were you lonely, were you brave now?
I guess the two are one and the same.
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Doug is so hot, so ready. She is rocking hard, thrusting herself onto him. Her breasts
grazing his face as she rides him.
He is trying to hold off but it is a losing battle. He wants to wait for her to come, but
he is not going to be able to, not tonight.
Too much. The sensation overwhelms him and a sigh escapes him as he lets go, pulls her
toward him. Moaning and holding her, he comes inside of her, emptying himself, giving her
everything. He can feel her, coming now too, squeezing him, muscles contracting as she
moans.
Giving him so much pleasure. Just like always.
She is whimpering, shaking in his arms, out of control. He holds her tightly and lets her
go limp, puts his hand up to her cheek, holding her head on his shoulder.
"Hey."
"Hmmm."
"You know how sweet you are?"
She laughs a little. He holds her closer. Cherishes every moment with her, making up for
lost time.
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Now I'm singing here with my sweet, sweet darling in my eye
Ain't it funny how you're walking through life and it turns on a dime?
I was missin' you crazy, baby
Are you really mine?
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Pillow talk. Something new.
So many new things.
Carol folds her arm under her head, getting comfortable. Looking into his dark eyes, so
serious now. Listening to him.
She knows she is risking everything, letting him back into her life. She is cherishing
every moment with him. Not knowing if this will last. Trying not to care.
He is constantly surprising her - this friend, this lover. Opening his heart so freely,
telling her so many things.
Long, serious conversations. His memories. Years of neglect and pain and abuse. Failures
she'd only guessed at.
She sighs.
"Carol, hey ... I'm sorry to lay all this on you. It's just something I was thinking
about today and I ... I didn't want to go back to my place tonight."
"It's okay. I'm glad you didn't go home. You can stay here anytime, you know.
That's why I gave you the drawer. And the key."
She remembers a time when he wouldn't have wanted either one. So many times when they hurt
each other. Worse - when they used other people to do it.
So many things they should have said that they didn't. So many words misunderstood. So
many lies.
"Thanks ... Carol, I don't want you to be scared - about us - okay? I'm not going
anywhere. I'm here because I want to be with you."
"I know."
"Good. So ... you're on in the morning, right? You probably need to get some
sleep."
"Yeah, I guess so."
Doug kisses her. Her eyes are closed, hiding so much. Loving him so much.
"G'night."
"Good night Doug."
Carol turns away and closes her eyes. Feels him settle in next to her, feels his arm slide
gently around her.
She wants him to be there in the morning, but she's not sure he will be.
Is this the last time?
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In the wildest times of the world
Oh I never thought I would be here with you tonight
In the wildest times of the world
Let's stay together in this lonely and crazy life.
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THE END
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