Flashpoint
Part Eight
By Cathy and Clotho
huntersglenn@yahoo.com - clothomoerae@hotmail.com

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"We're not hurt," John quickly said. "Uh, John and
Kerry. Is that it? Can we go now?" He wanted to get
Kerry away before Doris and Zadro saw them, and before
anyone could really take in her appearance and put two
and two together.

"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 can 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.

*****
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End of Part 8
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