Hiccups
Part Four
By Scott J. Welles
scottjwelles@yahoo.com

ARCHIVE: Yes, but please write and tell me where.
CATEGORY: f/f Slash
SPOILERS: Takes place just after "Rock, Scissors, Paper"
RATING: NC-17 (where's the fun in G Slash???)
SUMMARY: What might have happened next.
DISCLAIMER: All "ER" characters and institutions are the property of Warner Bros., ConstantC Productions and Amblin Television. This is written strictly for entertainment value, no infringement of copyright or ownership is intended, and nobody is making a profit on this piece. As always, any errors in continuity, characterization, or common sense are entirely my own fault.
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"You cured my hiccups," Kerry suddenly said, quietly.

Kim blinked. That was about the last thing she'd expected to hear. "Uh...come again?"

"You cured my hiccups," Kerry repeated. "I hate hiccupping; it's like the world just grabs you by the insides and gives you a shake, totally jarring and disorienting you. You can't prepare for it, because it happens at random, all at once without warning. Just when you think you're settled, at peace inside yourself, it happens all over again. And you can't make them stop, no matter what you do, they just keep coming and coming, until they decide to stop by themselves."

That was a surprising statement, coming from a medical professional who could probably describe both the cause and mechanism of hiccups in clinical detail. But Kerry was deadly serious in her delivery. Kim wondered where this was leading.

"I feel like I've been hiccupping my whole life," Kerry went on. "The world hiccups and my parents have died in a car accident. Hiccup again, and my friends have been stabbed by a lunatic. Another hiccup, and a valued colleague suddenly has an incurable tumor." There were tears in her voice. "But when you kissed me..."

Kim thought back to the kiss. She recalled Kerry exasperatedly resorting to Randi's lit-match cure, the coiled tension in her demeanor, and then the stillness in her body after she'd pulled away from Kim's kiss.

"I feel good when I'm with you. I don't know why. I have friends, I've had sex, I've been married, but nothing like..." Kerry trailed off into silence.

Kim didn't know what to say.

"Kim," Kerry said suddenly, "could you move your hand?"

"Oh..." Kim took her hand away from Kerry's stomach with some disappointment. Perhaps this was too much, too soon for her. "Sorry."

"That's...not what I meant..."

Ohhh.

Kerry reached behind her, took Kim's wrist, and brought the hand back to where it had been. "I didn't say RE-move it."

Well, in that case... Kim moved the hand slowly in circles, sliding over the warm, soft skin. A fluttery pulse in Kerry's abdomen jumped against her palm. "Like that?"

"Mmm. I love your hands..."

Kim placed a kiss, light as a feather, on the back of Kerry's neck. "Wait a while, you'll want to marry them." She let the circles expand, moving up under the shirt to brush the underside of Kerry's breast, then down to graze the waistband of her underwear, then she repeated the cycle. The faint sound of Kerry's breathing deepened as her arousal grew.

Unable to resist any longer, Kim let the next circle bring her hand up over Kerry's breast, thrilling at the contact between her fingers and the sensitive areola. The nipple was firm against her palm, exciting Kim no end. "Do you like this?"

"Yes..." Kerry breathed.

"It gets better." She let the hand slide down, over the surface of Kerry's satin panties, relishing the tremor in Kerry's breath. im moved closer, her own breasts pressing against Kerry's back. "Do you remember what Archimedes said?" she whispered.

"Wh-what...?" Kerry's voice held arousal, tinged with confusion.

" 'Give me a long enough lever and a place to stand, and I'll move the world.' You've read that one?"

"Yes..."

Kim slipped her hand under the waistband, cupping the wet warmth between her legs, and added, "Well, I can top that. An inch or two is all the leverage my fingers need to rock your world." And then, slowly, she let her fingers enter Kerry.

At first, she was met with a tight resistance, and she didn't press. She just caressed, softly, neither forcing nor retreating. Then, when Kerry relaxed, Kim let her fingers slide in. Kerry responded with a breath that was half exhale, half moan. Her back arched in reaction, and she let her thighs fall apart, inviting more. "God, yes..." she stage-whispered.

Kim moved her other hand, sliding it under Kerry's head, and Kerry rolled onto her back responsively, head cradled in Kim's arm. The first hand, its access improved, made steadier, bolder motions inside Kerry's groin. Her thumb found its way to Kerry's clitoris, and stroked it in time to the motions of the other fingers. Kerry gasped audibly. "Ohhh..."

Placing her lips by Kerry's ear, Kim whispered, "Do you like this?"

"Yes..."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes..."

"You want me to keep going?"

"Yes..."

"What's the capital of North Dakota?"

"Bismarck. Now shut up..."

"Just checking." Kim smiled as she concentrated on giving Kerry the sweetest, softest pleasure she could.

Kerry didn't say anything, but every breath was tinged with inarticulate vocalization. She was moving and writhing like a belly dancer. Kim carefully moved her legs to capture the nearer of Kerry's, and Kerry's hand clamped onto her thigh, as if for support. Kim could sense that her climax was near.

"Kerry," she whispered into her ear, "I know you're close. I can feel it. It's going to be wonderful, isn't it?"

Kerry might have nodded, but given the way her head was moving, Kim couldn't tell.

"I want you to come for me," she whispered, "on the count of three." She had never tried this with a lover before, but if it worked in hypnosis, perhaps it would work on someone in this sort of receptive state. "One...two..."

Kerry's breathing accelerated, and her moans became louder. "Ohhh....ohhh..."

"...Three."

"AAaahhh...!" Kerry's pelvis convulsed, her hips arching off the bed, and Kim's fingers were momentarily trapped in place, and then released suddenly, drenched in like warm honey. Kerry deflated, sinking back against the mattress.

Kim kissed her temple, licking daintily at the saltiness of her flushed skin. "That was beautiful, Kerry."

Kerry lay back, panting like a track athlete.

Bringing her fingertips to her own mouth, Kim carefully licked them clean. Tasting her lover for the first time. It was like sampling a fine wine undiscovered by mankind. "Congratulations," she said to Kerry. "You've just taken your first step into a larger world."

Kerry's eyes opened, and she turned her head to look at Kim's face. She looked into Kim's eyes for a time, saying nothing.

"Sorry," Kim said. "I'm still sad about Alec Guiness dying, and..."

"Kim..." Kerry said, "Shhh..."

And then she put her hand behind Kim's head and pulled the blonde woman's face to hers.

Since that first smooch at the hospital had been rather sudden and one-sided, Kim didn't feel it counted as a legitimate First Kiss. But this did.

She covered Kerry's lips with her own, letting them mold gently against each other, activating all the nerve endings equally. The redhead's lips were as warm and soft as she remembered, and yet it had a new quality she hadn't experienced. This time, Kerry was kissing back.

Kim rolled closer, taking Kerry's upper lip between hers and sucking it lightly, letting it slip out slowly. Then she repeated the same thing with Kerry's lower lip. Kerry did the same thing, simultaneously, her hand buried in the blonde curls behind Kim's head, holding her in place. Kim's hand had returned to Kerry's breast, filling with the pliant mass. Her fingers dug in more firmly this time as her excitement grew. She became aware of how wet Kerry was making her...

With a gasp, Kim pulled away, sitting up. "I'm not going anywhere," she was quick to add, seeing Kerry's look of sudden dismay, "just catching my breath."

She turned away and stood up, turning off the bedside lamp as she did so. Then she removed the rest of her clothes, letting Kerry see her in silhouette, illuminated only by the moonlight from the window. When she was naked, she stood, feeling the goose-bumps on her skin - not from cold, but from anticipation - and turned slowly, letting Kerry look at her body for the first time.

To her surprise, she saw that Kerry had also undressed. She lay, nude, awaiting Kim's return.

Okay, Kim thought. Here we go.



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