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“Truth or dare?” Carter asks.
Kerry tactically chooses, “Truth.” Better that than to make a fool of herself in front of the entire ER staff, Christmas party or no Christmas party.
Maggie nudges Randi, daring her to ask, “Dr Weaver, did you write the erotica?”
Kerry glares at them both, eyes like daggers, but holds her hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay, guilty as charged.” Maybe she should have gone for dare. Her cheeks were reddening, whether from alcohol or embarrassment, she couldn’t tell.
Kerry sees Anna raise an eyebrow in her direction. Kerry chuckles, covers her face and looks away, choosing to ignore the looks ranging from disbelief to horror on everyone else’s faces.
With the help of more than several beers, Maggie manages to coax a confession out of Anna, “You have the hots for Dr Weaver?!”
“Shh! Keep your voice down!” Anna glances around anxiously, praying that neither Kerry Weaver, nor any of their colleagues heard, “It’s not like I can do anything about it.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t even know if she’s into women.” Not to mention her being a senior colleague.
“She definitely pings my gaydar. Besides, she’s into you. You don’t see the way she looks at you when she thinks no one’s looking. It makes her look soft, and I’m sure she doesn’t do that on purpose, at least not for anyone that isn’t a patient. I noticed her being touchy-feely with you earlier too; which is almost unheard of for Weaver.”
“Oh please, come on, she’s just tipsy,” Anna brushes off with scepticism in her tone, but with a modicum of hope that Maggie’s not full of shit.
“We could test the theory.”
“What?! You’re not serious.”
“I have a plan, to see if she is into you. It’s foolproof, I promise.”
“The erotica? You dark horse, Dr Weaver,” Anna teases, now most of the ER staff are distracted dancing to the Macarena, and she has Kerry Weaver tucked away in a mostly private corner of the room.
“Oh for God’s sake, call me Kerry,” she chuckles, as she playfully slaps Anna’s arm and lingers there a little longer than she would if she were sober.
“You make quite the impression, Kerry," Anna emphasises deliberately. She notices Kerry’s cheeks and décolletage flushing pink. Kerry is so used to being referred to as ‘Dr Weaver’, and is proud to hold that title, and yet, hearing ‘Kerry', especially from Anna’s mouth, brings butterflies to her stomach, giddiness, a sense of intimacy she hasn’t been accustomed to in a long time.
Anna’s eyes are lingering too long, so she quickly meets Kerry's blue-green eyes. Kerry has definitely noticed, but she doesn’t look fazed, at least not in a bad way.
Anna tries to recover, taking another sip of her beer, “I do wonder… what possessed you to bring it into work?” She stifles a laugh.
“Well I didn’t do it on purpose! It got mixed in with my research paper. That’s the last time I leave them on the same desk!” Kerry looks as if she is going to say something else, but instead bites her lower lip.
God that’s hot. Her thoughts must be evident on her apparently appalling poker face though, because it encourages Kerry to continue, “Is that the only thing you wonder?” Anna raises an eyebrow at her colleague for the second time that night.
“So…” Anna begins slowly, “You know some of those smut scenes where- were you drawing off your own experiences? You know how they say… write what you know.” Anna trails off, wondering if she’s already said too much, regretting her forwardness instantly.
“Are you sure this is a question you want me to answer here?” Kerry’s chin tilts down and her eyes look up at Anna through heavy lids and long lashes. Okay, maybe Anna didn’t need to bite her tongue after all. Maybe she could bite Kerry’s instead? Shit, stop it. They were playing a dangerous game now. They needed to be more subtle if they weren’t going to have the ER grapevine turning into a vineyard. Kerry’s colleagues are already paying extra attention to her tonight, watching her like she’s an animal at the zoo. Probably because they’re not used to seeing her let her guard down, probably because they’re not looking hard enough. Even so, they certainly don’t usually see her after so many glasses of mulled wine. They can’t be blamed for being fascinated by her. Anna certainly doesn’t blame them.
Anna’s reverie is broken by Kerry, who appears to be trying to laugh off her words as a joke. It’s now or never.
Anna pulls Kerry round the corner of the door frame into an empty corridor so quickly, Kerry would have stumbled if it weren’t for Anna’s firm grasp around her waist. She tentatively kisses Kerry on her rouge-stained lips. When Kerry responds slightly, Anna draws out the kiss, making it more slow and deliberate. Kerry’s hand gently caresses Anna’s cheek as she arches into her, and then suddenly pulls away, crashing into the wall behind her, forcing as much space between them as she can, so Anna feels the absence of Kerry’s warmth like the cold Chicago winds are whistling between them, as Kerry realises what she’s doing or more accurately, who she’s doing it with, and where.
“What was that for?” Kerry asks bemusedly.
Anna gestures her head upwards, “Mistletoe.”
Kerry gives Anna her most Weaverish look, “No, really?”
Foolproof my ass. “Uh, because I wanted to,” she ventures, “Because I finally had an excuse to kiss you. I hope that’s okay?”
“It was more than okay,” Kerry smiles, one side of her mouth rising higher than the other, but there’s melancholy in her eyes.
Anna hesitates, “Do you regret kissing me, Kerry?”
Kerry pauses, “Regret? No…” she tries to word it without hurting Anna. “It’s inappropriate. We work together. I’m your superior. I- I shouldn’t have-”
“Kerry,” Anna takes Kerry’s free hand, and strokes it, attempting to calm her, but Kerry seems to be getting more flustered, her eyes darting around like she’s trying to plan her escape, like she really is a caged animal, so Anna releases Kerry’s hand from her gentle grasp, “Kerry,” she says again tenderly, this time Kerry’s eyes lock onto Anna’s like the sky meeting the earth, “It’s okay. I initiated it, remember?”
“Right.”
“I’m sorry,” Anna mutters, Kerry’s eyes widen, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t. Don’t assume you know how I’m feeling, Anna.”
“Okay…” Anna fails to take the edge out of her tone.
“Look,” she sighs exasperatedly, “It’s not that I’m not attracted to you, obviously I am,” her cheeks colour, “But I can’t encourage this. I’ve been trying to keep my distance. Tonight notwithstanding.” Her voice ascends half an octave as her throat tightens, “Knowing this is reciprocal, it’s hard not to act on it.” The mulled wine she’s consumed is now acting like a truth serum. She definitely didn’t mean to reveal that much.
Anna leans into Kerry and whispers in her ear, “Then act on it. I’m asking you to.” She nibbles on Kerry’s ear lobe, then traces her lips down Kerry’s neck, sending a shiver down her spine and smattering kisses along her collarbone, teasing at the edges of her tailored black suit, eliciting a soft moan from Kerry.
Restraint a distant memory, Kerry utters, “Your place?” looking to Anna for approval, eyes darkening. Anna simply nods.
Kerry splashes water on her face, is she really in Anna’s bathroom right now? Is she about to do this? Kerry hears a knock on the door that makes her jump. “You okay in there? We don’t have to-”
Anna’s sentence is punctuated by Kerry opening the door, revealing herself in a black lace underwear set that works well with her sleek black “going out” cane. Most of her nerves dissipate when she sees the desire in Anna’s chocolate brown eyes as her pupils dilate. Kerry uses her free hand to re-establish contact between them, playing with the necklace that lays delicately on the neck Kerry longs to kiss. “Before this goes any further, you should know, I’ve never been with a woman before.”
“Okay,” Anna says softly, and with understanding. It hadn’t been so long since she was in Kerry’s position.
“But I definitely want to, and I don’t want you to think this is me experimenting and taking advantage of you. I want you to be comfortable with this, so I’ll understand if you want me to go. I should have mentioned this earlier, I’m sorry. I just-” The effects of the mulled wine now waning, Kerry’s head is trying to take charge of her again, trying to restore order. Anna stops Kerry’s babbling by capturing Kerry’s head between her hands and kissing her tenderly. She sucks on Kerry’s lower lip, savouring the taste of Kerry, infused with the spices from the mulled wine; cinnamon, star anise, cloves, nutmeg… deepening the kiss until Kerry relaxes into it.
“I hope I’ve made my intentions clear now?” Anna murmurs into Kerry’s cheek.
Kerry giggles into Anna’s neck, “Quite, Miss Del Amico.” Kerry utilises her proximity to suck the delicate skin of Anna’s neck into her mouth so she can feel Anna’s pulse increase. “What about my intentions? Are they clear?” She dips her tongue into Anna’s collarbone, mapping it, a road yet untravelled.
“Crystal.”
“You know, I feel at quite the disadvantage, you’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” an impish smirk greets Anna.
“That’s easily rectified,” Anna parts from Kerry just enough to slip her fingers beneath the spaghetti straps of her champagne slip dress so it pools on the ground, leaving her breasts bare. Kerry takes a moment to appreciate the beautiful woman before her, drinking her in, the pink of Anna’s nipples, complimented by her olive complexion. Kerry can practically feel every molecule of blood rush to the surface of her skin, heat bubbling at the surface. She moves towards Anna, resting her cane against the bedside table and steadying herself by resting both hands on the smooth skin of Anna’s hips, stroking her sides with her thumbs. Anna’s skin skitters in pleasure at her touch, the callouses on Kerry’s right hand tickling her slightly. “Just let me know what you want, alright?”
“Mhmm,” Kerry beams at her as their breasts press against each other.
“You can have whatever you want, Kerry.”
Kerry traces her fingers from Anna’s waist, up over her shoulders and guides her to sit down on the edge of the bed. She takes Anna’s hand and rests it on her breast. Anna massages her until she feels Kerry's nipple harden beneath the lace. She traces the pattern of the thin lace over Kerry’s areola, making her quiver. She lets her tongue ensure Kerry’s other nipple receives equal attention. Kerry breath hitches. She undoes her bra, allowing Anna to appreciate her full breasts for the first time. Kerry goes from stroking Anna’s hair to clenching it as the sensations intensify as Anna sucks and nibbles at Kerry’s nipples and traces her fingers along the silky flesh of the curved underbelly of her breasts. Her hands graze Kerry’s porcelain abdomen on their voyage to her panty line resting on her hips. As she hooks her thumbs into them she looks up at Kerry’s flushed face, “May I?” Kerry nods, a subtle smile on her face and trust in her eyes. She steps out of the black lace and manoeuvres herself to sit with her legs either side of Anna’s thigh.
“Can I try grinding on you like this?” Kerry asks as she undulates her hips so her clit rubs against Anna’s toned thigh muscle.
“I already told you, you can have whatever you want, just let me know if anything hurts and you need to change it up or stop.”
Kerry’s rhythm grows more intense, in sync with the ever quickening pace of her thudding heartbeat.
A haze of desire hangs over Anna’s eyes as she admires Kerry’s breasts, heavy and luscious, heaving, beads of sweat trickling down her like gentle rainfall.
“Can I do anything for you?” Kerry breathes. Anna guides Kerry’s hand past her panties, to her lips, “You’re so wet.”
“For you,” Anna purrs.
Kerry strokes Anna from perineum to clit, working her hand back and forth and in small circles, with a little pride that she’s created this response, Anna humming.
“Kerry,” Anna begs, pushing her vulva against Kerry’s hand, clamouring for more of her. Kerry instinctively drives her fingers into Anna’s parting folds, thrusting, then flickering in a firm 'come hither' motion until she senses the coil of tension winding tighter. She adjusts her hand so her thumb rubs Anna’s clit, while her fingers continue their motions, until Anna’s head lolls back and Kerry feels the warm gush of Anna’s pleasure coat her palm. She leaves her fingers in place a little longer, so she can appreciate the clenching pulls of Anna’s body telling her to stay , as she writhes in ecstasy. Kerry curls her fingers to draw out Anna’s aftershocks. Kerry laps up her reward sloppily, when Anna returns to her enough to delight in the display. “Fuck,” Anna breathes, “You sure you’ve never done that before?”
“Well, I know what I like, and apparently you like it too,” Kerry laughs. She runs her tongue delicately, just inside Anna’s lips so she can taste herself. Anna takes the opportunity to suck on Kerry’s tongue. When she reclaims possession of her tongue, Kerry rasps into Anna’s ear, “I love seeing what I can do to you, Anna,” as she proceeds to ride her for long, rapturous minutes. Her eyes drift shut, replaying the image of Anna’s orgasm in her mind as her fingernails dig into Anna’s shoulders. She’s getting frantic, as the friction on her mound intensifies and pressure builds in her core, but she’s lost the ability to rock in any sort of rhythm as she gets close, “Oh, God,” Kerry whimpers needily, her brows furrow slightly. Anna helps Kerry along by tensing her thigh tighter, clutching Kerry’s ass and pulling her closer along her slick muscle. Kerry’s cunt is hot, and tingling spasms overwhelm her as she nuzzles her head heavily into Anna’s neck. Blood buzzes in her ears. Anna admires the glistening taut, contracting muscles of Kerry’s abdomen as the considerably dishevelled looking redhead melds into her. Kerry had never looked as mesmerising as she did while flushing in the afterglow.
Kerry lays in bed, stroking the soft blonde tendrils she’d been tugging the night before, careful not to wake Anna. She notes the scratches on Anna’s shoulders, confirmation that it had been real. She feels strangely calm. Though characteristic in her professional life, it is not usually something that carries to her romantic encounters. Perhaps that says more about her than she’s currently able to completely process. She kisses the red marks on Anna’s shoulders gently and inhales the faint scent of bergamot still present under Anna’s earlobe as she savours their final moments of intimacy. She draws their already intermingled limbs in closer - she needs to adjust her position for her hip anyway - and now she can hear Anna’s breathing is less regulated and she knows she’s awake, she finally she forces herself to say, “I have to go now, Anna,” her voice husky, barely vocalised.
“In a minute, okay? I just want to stay here for another minute.” Kerry concedes without protest, but they both know that their connection can’t go further than one night (and morning), but it is enough. It has to be enough. The sun is rising and mistletoe can’t be a permanent fixture.