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

The characters and situations of ER are the property of Warner Bros, and no copyright infringement is intended.

Great thanks, as always, to Melissa and Alice, our editors - whose comments inspire and encourage us (and occasionally bring us crashing back to earth).



Kerry breathed a relieved sigh as she was seated. The
crutch went on the floor. The tiger on the seat. And
she took a small taste of the cotton candy before
handing it to Carter. He obviously actually liked the
stuff.

It was almost a sweet victory to have their carriage
slowly rise and be able to see above all those annoying
heads. She moved her shoulders, loosening the tension
in them. "More space up here."

John grabbed off some more cotton candy and shoved it
into his mouth. He nodded his agreement with Kerry's
statement, but his mind wasn't on the space. His mind
was on the fact that she had chosen to sit beside him
when she could have sat across from him. There was a
wisp of cotton candy on her bottom lip and he was
fighting the urge to lean over and lick it away,
knowing that her entire mouth would taste of the sweet
concoction.

The next thing John knew, he was leaning over, letting
his lips hover over Kerry's while his tongue lapped up
the spun sugar. And then he claimed her mouth with his
own, his tongue gently pressing against her lips,
waiting for permission to go further.

Kerry instinctively drew in her breath and hunched
backwards. She'd been pressed in by the crowd, and she
was being pressed in here too.

John broke off the kiss the minute Kerry moved away
from him. "Sorry." He turned his head to look out of
his side of the car. He usually had a lot more
self-control and would never think of just kissing a
woman out of turn that way. Especially someone as
special as Kerry.

>From up here, John could see out into Lake Michigan
and he scowled as he thought he saw flashes of
lightning out over the water. Even though the weather
report hadn't called for rain, he knew, as did every
native to the area, that storms could form quickly out
on the lake. Just as this one probably had.

"I hope this ride is a fast one," he said. "Looks like
the fireworks are going to get called off for tonight."

Kerry pulled the tiger onto her knee and began stroking
it. She felt an absurd need to explain her reaction.
All the crowds pressing in on her, jostling her. Kerry
abruptly controlled her breathing - slowed it, relaxing
it. She didn't need to explain anything - her
privilege - and Carter had changed the subject. She
turned around and looked at the fantastic shapes of
lightening against the dark night. "Pretty."

John nodded. "Pretty, but so deadly. I hope the
people who went out on their boats to see the fireworks
can make it back to shore safely."

Kerry nodded too then grabbed onto a railing when the
carriage lurched a little as it moved. "I hope they do
too." It seemed a banal thing to say, but she couldn't
think of anything else. She stroked the tiger
compulsively hard with her spare hand.

"I think we were lucky to get this ride. They'll
probably shut it down now." John said. He glanced
over at Kerry, wanting to make sure she wasn't afraid.
"We should be pretty safe from it."

John's words were barely out of his mouth when a bolt
of lightning streaked through the air and hit with a
thunderous boom that shook the entire Ferris Wheel.
Their gondola jerked to a stop, then swung back and
forth over the entire Navy Pier from fifteen stories
up. The lights flickered, then all of them -- the ones
on the Ferris Wheel and those below them, went out.
Darkness quickly settled upon them.

"You okay?" John asked as he looked in Kerry's
direction. He knew that once his eyes became
accustomed to the darkness he would be able to see her,
but right now he couldn't. And then another flash of
lightning gave him a quick glimpse of Kerry, her face
pale and white. "It's okay." John moved closer to
her, putting his arm around her shoulders. "We'll be
okay up here."

"I'm fine." It was true. She was fine, just fine. As
the rocking of the carriage lessened, Kerry cautiously
let go of the handrail, and relaxed. "It must have got
the transformer."

For all that she was fine; Kerry didn't want to move
out from under Carter's arm. Instead she moved further
under it. "Guess we'll be stuck up here a while." She
should dislike the idea, but didn't.

"Yeah, it looks that way. They should be able to get
things back on line soon." But even as he said it,
John hoped it wouldn't happen. Because when it
happened Kerry would move away from him, and he wasn't
looking forward to that.

"I wonder where the tiger is." As Kerry spoke she was
patting the nearby areas. "I was holding him, when....
" Kerry reached past Carter, trying for the seat on the
other side of him, but underestimated his size, and
found her hand brushing over his torso.

He felt warm. Warm and alive. And there was quite as
much electricity in him as there had been in any
lightening strike.

John found himself holding his breath as Kerry's hand
brushed over his body. He could hear the blood rushing
through his veins as his heart beat sped up. This
was...more than he had ever felt before with any
woman. Never had he been made to feel this way by a
casual touch. But, he knew it wasn't being done on
purpose, and while that excited him even more, it also
made him realize that it wasn't something meant to be.

"I think I'm sitting on him."

"Can you move?" The darkness was disorientating, Kerry
dropped her hand and felt Carter's muscular thigh
through his slacks, and her wrist touched his groin.
It was hard. Very hard. Kerry felt the blood rush to
her cheeks, and her nipples harden. She was just lucky
that Carter couldn't see her. She pulled her hand back
to her own lap; it seemed to take forever as it moved
over his legs. "Can you...?"

John had felt all the blood in his body rush to his
groin when Kerry touched his hardness. He was suddenly
aware of her, and only her. The smell of Kerry, the
outline of her body against the stormy sky. Occasional
flashes of light would give him tantalizing glimpses of
her.

"Um move." She nodded. "Can you move?" Whenever the
lightening wasn't there the sky was doubly black.
"Hang on." Kerry squidged away from Carter for a
second and then tried pushing her hand under him.
"Stand up - just for a second."

John didn't want to stand up. He liked what her
fingers were doing to his body, but he slowly got to
his feet. Doing so made the gondola sway a bit more
and he reached out to grab something to hold on to so
he wouldn't fall. But with the strobe light effect of
the lightning, he couldn't quite judge distance, and
instead of grabbing for the side of the car, he missed
and ended up landing roughly on his knees, scraping
them on the metal floor. "Damn!" He hissed as the
pain rushed to his brain.

"Oh." Kerry saw strobed images of what was happening
on the floor. She cautiously knelt down. "You're
hurt? Where?" She started to crawl towards where
she'd seen him last.

"My knees. I scraped them, I think." John could feel
trickles of blood and he sat down, his legs drawn up,
even though that hurt, too. He felt along each knee,
finding that the material was torn and ragged. And he
felt warm blood there. "I'm bleeding, but it doesn't
feel like it's a lot. Just scrapes."

Kerry felt her way, and sat down next to him. "I think
I've got tissues. Are your pants torn?" The carriage
was still rocking slightly, "Maybe it's safer to stay
on the floor."

"Yeah, they're torn. It'll be okay. It just hurts
like a bitch. Stupid floor." John could feel the
rocking of the carriage pick up as the wind began to
gust. The storm was getting nearer and now John was
anxious for them to be back on the ground. "I think
you're right about it being safer. Although we are
sitting on metal. Hell, this whole car is metal."
John said with a chuckle. "I think we're screwed if
Mother Nature gets too ticked off with us."

Kerry reached forward, groping until she found the
closest knee - she felt the wound with one finger - he
was right it was minor. Then she leaned over, and
planted a quick kiss on the warm flesh. He
tasted...salty. She sat up quickly, "Sorry."

"Kerry!" John exclaimed. "That was so dangerous. I'm
bleeding." But it had felt so good to have her lips
against his skin. So very good. He grinned into the
darkness. "If you want to kiss me better, you'd be
safer to aim for my lips." He joked.

Kerry turned half away. She knew she shouldn't have
done that. She didn't know why she'd done it - well
she did - because she wanted to, but . . . She shook
her head. "Did you see what happened to the tiger?"

John immediately felt ashamed of mentioning the kiss.
He had stepped over the line once again. And now Kerry
was worried about that stuffed tiger again. The
stuffed tiger that got tightly held and caressed and
cuddled. Everything he wanted from her.

"I don't know. Is it on the seat still?"

Kerry shook her head, then realised that Carter
couldn't see her movement. "I doubt it." She screwed
her hands up into fists, keeping her mind on the
tiger. If she thought about the tiger she wouldn't
think about Carter, about the way she wanted to touch
him, and for him to touch her. The tiger was safe.
She reached out, feeling for him. "What's his name,
Carter?"

"His name?" John was a little confused. "You mean the
tiger? He's your tiger. You get to name him. Let me
check the seat." As John reached toward where he had
been sitting, his hand came into contact with Kerry's
body. With a very soft part of Kerry's body - namely
one of her breasts. John was very tempted to close his
hand over that soft mound, wanting to see if he was
right about his guess that it would be a perfect fit.
"Sorry," he muttered as he reluctantly moved his hand
away and finally touched the seat -- and something
furry.

Kerry moaned as Carter touched her breast, she found
herself pushing her chest toward him wanting to prolong
the touch. She growled again, deep in her throat when
the touch stopped.

"Got him," John's voice was triumphant over finding a
stupid stuffed animal, and he proudly handed the tiger
to Kerry.

Kerry reached for the tiger, touching Carter's hands
with her own. They seemed large and hard, and she
couldn't help but stroke his thumb when she was getting
the beast.

As Kerry's hands lingered on his own, John found
himself very reluctant to break contact with her. He
leaned over and thanked God when a quick flash of
lightning helped him find Kerry's face and lips. While
still holding onto the tiger, John brushed his lips
against Kerry's, tenderly touching her.

Kerry opened her mouth in response to Carter's lips.
It seemed as if every nerve in her body had rushed to
the places Carter was touching - there were a thousand
sensory inputs from them. His lips were warm, his
breath was sweet, his thumbnail was hard, and the flesh
of his hand soft, the tiger was furry. Everywhere else
there was nothing. She wiggled toward him, not wanting
the nothing, and half moaned again.

John gently pressed in, letting his tongue slowly
explore the contours of her mouth. Her teeth were
smooth, her taste sweet. Her body warm, especially
where it pressed against him. And when she moved
toward him, there was so much more of her pressing
against him. He lowered his knees and let go of the
tiger to put his hands around her waist so he could
lift her onto his lap.

His tongue was probing and demanding, exploring every
corner of her mouth, and Kerry moved her own around
his, tasting the sweetness in his mouth. She was only
peripherally aware of his hands about her waist, until
she was being lifted, she abruptly broke off the kiss.
"Careful. My leg doesn't go, it needs to be put."

"Sorry." John murmured against her mouth. "Take your
time, but I want you on my lap. Now." Hell, John
wanted a lot more than just having Kerry on his lap,
but first things first, he thought.

Kerry climbed onto Carter's lap, sitting crossways on
his thighs. She put one arm behind him, and looked up
into the darkness where she was sure his face was,
"This do?" With her other hand she felt Carter's
thighs, they seemed thick and muscular, in a way she
hadn't noticed before tonight. Her fingers found the
hole in one knee and began to carefully explore
upstream, trying to avoid the injured tissue but feel
the real skin.

"That's good," John said as Kerry got settled. He
could feel her looking at him as her hand began to
touch his skin through the tear in his pants. "You
want to feel skin, huh?" he asked, his voice husky with
desire and his mind practically screaming at him for
being so bold as to ask. John ignored his mind and let
his heart take over. "I want to touch your skin,
Kerry. I want to kiss it, caress it, and taste it.
May I?"

Kerry imagined John touching her, playing with her, she
swallowed, "What are you going to do first?" The hand
she had behind his back abruptly dived, finding the gap
between shirt and pants, and then she had his vertebrae
under her fingertips.

John closed his eyes as he felt Kerry's hand on his
back, gently touching him. "First? You want a
detailed list, hmm?"

Kerry shook her head. "No." She just wanted him to be
touching her, kissing her, caressing her - now that
he'd mentioned it, the absence of those touches and
kisses and caresses felt like a raw wound. "Please?"
She searched for the area where his voice had come
from, and aimed for a kiss abruptly found his neck, she
kissed that instead, rubbing her chest against his in
an effort to get sensation into her deprived nipples
and breasts and chest and abdomen. "Please?"

John's hands reached around Kerry and he found himself
slightly frustrated at having to pull the hem of her
top out of her skirt. And then his hands were up
inside her shirt, unhooking her bra. While his right
hand moved around to the front to cup a warm breast,
his left hand left the allure of being under Kerry's
top and went to her leg. John let his hand softly
linger there, then slowly skimmed it up until it was
under the skirt and very near to the core of Kerry's
being.

Kerry's hands left off their own exploration, and she
clung to Carter, using them to anchor her as she moved
under his hands. She arched her back pushing her
breast into his hand, and moved her legs apart giving
him access. She just wanted to be touched everywhere.
She mumbled again, "Please."

There was too much material in the way, John thought.
He left the promise of Kerry's thigh and, using both
hands, pulled the top up and over her head, then slid
the bra off her shoulders. Both pieces of clothing
went beside them on the floor. "Much better," he
sighed as he lowered his head to her breasts. As his
mouth hungrily covered one nipple, his hand toyed with
its mate. And then he let his other hand go back up
Kerry's skirt, this time his fingers found their way
under the elastic of her panties. Found their way to
where she was wet for him. For him! He moaned his
arousal over that discovery against her skin, then
licked his way up her chest and began to kiss her neck.

Kerry abandoned herself to the sensations Carter was
creating. Her breasts were warm and damp then cool and
damp, she groaned and then arched her back, then had to
move her legs further apart for him, she tried pushing
into his hand, but there was nothing to gain traction
with, she groaned again, then sighed in frustration as
his mouth left her breasts. She held onto him with one
hand and tried scrambling her skirt up with the other,
so her legs could move further. "Please."

"Can you straddle me?" John asked. It would be so
much easier to please her if she could do that. So
much easier to imagine his penis taking the place of
his fingers, pleasing Kerry until she could no longer
stand it. "On second thought, can you get up? Can you
sit on the seat?" If she were on the seat, he could
reach her from the floor.

Kerry stared at Carter when the pleasuring stopped, she
couldn't see him, and then a brief flash of lightening
illuminated him. It took a while for comprehension to
slip in. "Me, seat?" Kerry knew that she'd need
something to lever herself up with.

"Yeah, you on the seat. Can you do that?" John
couldn't help but smile over how a little bit of
touching had reduced the normally so in control Kerry
Weaver to someone who could barely speak.

Kerry moved her hands backwards, and found a seat edge,
and tried to pull herself up. Once her good heel had
managed to dig into the floor of the cage it was easier
to do. The exertion made her think, she was here
topless in a carriage with John Carter, and Kerry had
as strong idea - a very strong idea of what was coming
next. She tried to reassert herself, "Got any
condoms?" If he didn't then they couldn't, and it
would all be easy. But the idea of staying here and
doing nothing somehow didn't seem easy at all. She
found herself breathing deeply, almost
hyperventilating.

Now it was John's turn to not comprehend. He had
carefully raised himself to his knees as Kerry moved,
ready to lift that damn skirt out of the way so he
could kiss her thighs and then she was asking about
condoms. "I don't make it a habit to carry any around
with me. But I can check." As he reached for his
wallet, he kept repeating in his mind, over and over,
please be there, please be there. At least one.
Please. He opened the wallet and tried to peer through
the darkness for anything that might resemble a square
foil packet.

"Yes," he energetically said as his fingers made
contact with the package. He pulled it out and thrust
it into his pants pocket, dropping his wallet to the
floor. "We're covered." Then he ran his hands up
Kerry's thighs, slowly, lightly, letting his fingertips
brush against her panties several times before he moved
his hands back down her thighs to grasp the hem of her
skirt. This time when his hands moved back up her
thighs, the skirt went with them.

That was good. Or maybe it was bad. Kerry didn't
know. She just knew she wanted this. She wanted to be
touched, here and now, Kerry moved so she was sitting
on the edge of the seat. Her skirt was up about her
waist. She parted her legs for him, awkwardly pulling
the bad one out of the way with her hands, then
realised she wanted the kissing and touching and
caressing she'd had earlier. She didn't want it all
now, like she had thought she did only minutes earlier.

John lowered his head and began to softly kiss the
tender inside of Kerry's thigh, starting with the leg
she favored, lingering there for a bit before switching
to the other thigh. He could sense her restlessness
after a bit though, and decided to be direct. He
nudged her hips until she raised them a bit, then he
slid her panties down her legs. Before she was settled
again on the edge of the seat, he was kissing her
curls, his fingers already caressing her, going places
he knew his tongue could never reach. But there were
places his tongue could touch, and he began to touch
Kerry intimately, licking, kissing and suckling at the
core of her being.

Kerry leaned back against the seat. This felt good, so
good. Her breasts wobbled a bit in the night air as
she responded to his movements, she groaned, then
reached down and grabbed one hand, sucking on his
fingers, before bringing it to her breast. She
couldn't decide if it was better in her mouth or on her
breast. She just couldn't. She moved it between one
and the other then felt her breathing go shallow and
fast. Something good, something very, very good was
happening here.

John let Kerry toy with his free hand while the other
one pleasured her. As much as he wanted to be as naked
as Kerry -- and he wanted that damn skirt out of the
way, too, he didn't want to break off contact with
her. He concentrated all his being on bringing her to
climax, redoubling his efforts and then easing back as
he felt her tense under his tongue and hand. And then
he took her all the way, determined to not stop until
she came for him.

Kerry grasped hold of Carter's shoulders, her hands
kept on slipping off his shirt. She whimpered, and
pushed herself forward, murmuring a litany of "Please
God Please."

As Kerry reached completion, John took the time to take
off his shirt and undo his pants, hoping to be
undressed by the time she recovered. The stormy air
was cool against his flushed skin as his shirt fell to
the floor of the gondola. "You okay?" he asked her as
he pushed his pants down toward his knees.

As Kerry's shudders died down, she realised what she'd
done. Carter was no-longer touching her. She could
hear him moving around somewhere in the cabin, but
couldn't see him in the darkness. She'd let him do all
this to her, practically MADE him do all this to her,
and . . . She'd been aching for his touch from the limo
ride onwards - and now it had happened. It had been as
good as she had been anticipating all evening - and for
what? He was still dressed - she was lying here
practically naked, having whimpered at his every
caress. She was disgusted at herself.

Kerry folded her arms over her breasts - though she
didn't know what good that did. They still tingled
from Carter's touch. She half murmured, "Got what you
wanted, didn't you?" She had, and she was revolted
with herself for doing so. She just wished that the
wheel would start moving again so she could get away
from all this.


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