Coming Home

An ER Fan Fiction story by AbCaLuDa

**Standard disclaimers apply. I'm not involved in the writing or creating of ER, and I'm not making money off this writing. This is my first attempt at fan fiction so I hope I'm setting this up right! Please don't sue me!

This fic picks up where the 5-15-03 season finale ended…It is rated R for suggestive imagery ;)

Coming Home

Chapter 1/? (I have no idea how long this fic will be!)

Later, when Abby woke she sat up disoriented and confused. She sensed that she was not alone, and when she glanced to her right she saw him. Carter. Sitting in the chair, his bare feet propped up on her bed.

She rubbed the haze of sleep out of her eyes and stared at him. He couldn't be real. Even if he had come home from the Congo already, he wouldn't be there, in her bedroom. He would have gone home to his mansion. Right?

She reached a shaking hand out to touch him and found his leg very solid. She didn't even want to know how he had gotten in the apartment, and all the way into her room without her knowing. Scary to think she never heard him.

She swung her feet over the side of the bed and sat there just looking at him, wondering what she should do. She could easily slip past him and into the bathroom, or she could slide into his lap and wake him. She licked her lips at the thought of kissing him.

But no. He had been very clear about how he felt before he left. He had dumped her, plain and simple. And now he was back, and camped out unannounced in her bedroom. What if she had had a guest over? Her anger flared at the thought that he had no right to be there, even while she was glad to see him, relieved to know he was home safe and sound.

Before she really thought about it, she was in his lap and just as fast she found herself on the floor. He was on his feet, his eyes wide and unfocused. Fear surged through her and she cowered from him, instinctively backing herself into the nearest corner.

Carter ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in the front, then he held his hand out to her. "Sorry."

"No. Carter, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…"

"You scared me."

"I know. I'm sorry." Abby took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. "I was going to wake you with a kiss."

"You woke me. Now kiss me." He opened his arms to invite her to him. She hesitated a moment then stepped into the circle of his arms. He took a deep breath, which she thought was meant to hide the shudder that passed through him, and then he tilted his head back to look at her. She thought she saw the glistening promise of tears in his eyes, but he closed them as he leaned forward.

His lips felt dry against hers, so she moistened them with her tongue. She slipped her hands under his shirt, to feel the solid warmth of his skin. He seemed to melt into her with a little moan, and she could feel the swell of his manhood pressed against her thigh.


"Don't talk." He tapped his finger against her mouth then moved the hand to caress her jaw. He backed her toward the bed when he kissed her, and eased her onto the mattress.

She could feel his need coursing through him like a streak of white hot lightning, and some small part of her felt afraid. She swallowed the lump in her throat, set her hands on his chest, and closed her eyes. She meant to push him away, to look him in the eye and make him talk about whatever was on his mind, but when his hand slipped under her shirt to caress her breast, she lost all resistance.

After a moment he stepped back and pulled out of his clothes and eyed her with the look of a wild animal about to attack prey. Again she felt the fear, and again she swallowed it.

He needed her, she could see it in his eyes. She could never reject him. Even after the way he treated her before he went to the Congo to help Luka, her body yielded to him, craved his touch like water to a rose. She needed him as much, if not more, than he needed her.

She sat up and slithered out of her clothes. Her nipples hardened at the sudden chill, and they felt heavy with desire. Usually a slow and gentle lover, Carter wasted no time with foreplay or tenderness. Once they were both naked, he pushed her onto her back and covered his body with hers.

She arched her back to meet him and he thrust into her, claiming her with a deep, steady rhythm.

His release filled her too quickly, and with a dangerous heat. She should have made him stop. Her mind raced with a thousand jumbled thoughts that all lead back to one central idea. She should have made him use a condom.

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I know it's not very long, and maybe other chapters will be longer, but what do you think? Please feedback me. I am excited about sharing this with ER fans…I've never really shared my writing before. It feels weird, but…good! I can't wait to hear what you think so please let me know! And another chapter should be posted soon!