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

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



John stopped what he was doing when he heard Kerry's
voice, bitter as she reproached him. *Got what you
wanted, didn't you?* He stood there in the middle of
the car, his pants and boxer shorts half off, his shirt
somewhere on the floor and he felt like scum. He
carefully got to his knees in front of her. "No, it
isn't . . . wasn't like that. God, Kerry, you don't
know how long I've dreamed about doing this. Well,
maybe not *like* this, stuck in a Ferris Wheel, but
I've had so many dreams about making love to you. I'm
sorry if you I came across too harsh or eager. Yes, I
got what I wanted, but I want so much more." He wished
it weren't so dark so that he could see her eyes. He
reached out, connecting with her skin and then let his
hands skim their way up until he could cup her face.
He leaned in for a kiss, finding her unyielding. Oh,
dear God, he had messed up big time, hadn't he?

Kerry felt herself shaking as Carter touched her
again. She didn't know how anyone could do this to
her. It was as if her nerves had been rewired, and now
they only conveyed desire. His voice had the soft
patter of spring rain on leaves. She tried to listen,
but couldn't parse it any way but that he wanted her.
She'd been parsing his actions similarly all evening -
the way she wanted. But she had to be wrong, she knew
that. Then his lips kissed her, again, she held out
for what seemed like an eternity, then opened her lips
- offering her mouth and tongue to him.

When Kerry's lips parted for him, John's heart soared.
He had not made a mistake after all. John reached down
with one hand to grab his pants, wiggling his remaining
leg out of them. Then he managed to find the pocket
and the condom. He kept kissing Kerry as he tore the
package open and rolled the condom down his throbbing
erection. Then he slowly stood, still keeping his lips
connected to Kerry. He grabbed her around the waist
and in one fluid movement, managed to lift her off the
seat and take her place. Then he broke off the kiss.
"Can you straddle me? I can't think of any other way
to accomplish this up here."

It had all changed again somehow. Kerry couldn't
pretend that she didn't know what he meant. Straddle
him, have sex with him, be penetrated. It sounded
good. She wanted the answer to be yes. Kerry moved
one hand to feel his penis - it was long and hard and
wide and hot. She wanted it.

John let out a long sigh when Kerry's hand wrapped
around his hardness. He wanted her to stroke him,
wanted to feel her mouth upon him. Wanted to thrust
long and hard inside of her. Just as he had imagined
so many times. There had been more then once when he
had been afraid he would call out the wrong name while
having sex with Roxanne, or afraid that Kerry would
hear him while she puttered around in the kitchen and
he fantasized that she was in his bed. And now she was
in front of him, touching him. Holding him. And he
didn't want her to ever let go. John wasn't sure of
the exact moment when he realized that he not only
cared about -- okay, loved, Kerry Weaver and desired
her, but he had still been dating Roxanne at the time.
And he felt guilty for having the kinds of feelings for
Kerry that he should have been having for Roxanne. But
Roxanne was no longer in the picture. And Kerry was
very much there in front of him.

Kerry moved her good leg onto the seat. That was the
easy bit. She let go of the cock, and held firmly onto
the handrail either side of Carter's head to try and
get the leverage to pull her bad leg into position. It
didn't work; she couldn't get the bending movement at
the right time. Kerry's bad leg banged down on the
floor sending a spasm of pain up her body.

When he heard Kerry gasp out loud, John immediately sat
upright, scooping her into his arms and depositing her
on his lap, her bad leg on the outside so she could
stretch it if she needed. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

Kerry put her arms around Carter's body to secure
herself. He was warm. She rested her head against his
chest. He was solid and comfortable. The pain in her
leg was easing, and she cursed it internally. "Sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. This isn't the
best place in the world to try to make love." John
held Kerry close while his mind went over their
options. He finally thought that it would have to be
the floor after all, but he didn't know which position
would be best for Kerry. "There's a pile of clothing
on the floor now, so it's not so rough. We can get
down there, but I don't want to hurt you. So, I'll
leave the choice of position up to you."

Kerry reached out and found his penis - she ran her
thumb up and down the ridge. She wanted it inside her
very badly. "That would work. You on top."

"You're sure that wouldn't hurt you?"

Kerry gave a small chuckle. "It's worked before."

John grinned in the darkness, then got to his feet
while slowly lowering Kerry's legs so she could stand.
Then he waited for her to get settled on the floor.

Kerry cautiously knelt down, then felt around on the
floor for the pile of clothes. She was still wearing
her skirt - the skirt she'd worn to celebrate. Well,
taking it off would be a celebration of a kind too.
She stripped it off quickly, and added it to the
padding - then spread the garments out comfortably, and
lay down on top of them. "Over here." For some reason
those words seemed extremely decadent, and she relished
saying them.

There was a rumble of thunder and the sky brightened
with streaks of lightning -- just long enough for John
to see Kerry on the floor waiting for him. Her lips
were swollen, her breasts full, her legs spread. And
all for him. John lowered himself between those legs,
then leaned over to lick and suck at Kerry's breasts,
wanting to savor each one in turn.

In the flash of lightening Carter looked primeval - the
archetypal man with large erection. Then it went dark,
and the next thing she knew he lay heavily and
comfortingly between her legs. Kerry hadn't had this
since Ellis left and it took a moment for old instincts
to start working, and her good leg to wiggle out of the
way and her bad leg to do a kind of sideways kick that
accomplished much the same purpose. Kerry arched her
back up to meet him, then felt him take one of her
breasts in his mouth. It was warm and damp and
nibbling, and just wonderful. Kerry purred deep in her
throat, and reached out with her hands to any bit of
Carter she could find.

As Kerry's hands played over his body, John slowly
eased himself inside of her. She was warm and tight
and oh, so good. As soon as he was in all the way, he
had to stop because he was afraid that he might come
right then from the joy of it all. He breathed deeply,
centering himself, then started to slowly move out and
back in, arching his pelvis so that he was rubbing
against Kerry in just the right way to stimulate her
all over again. He could hear the catch in her breath
as he found that sweet spot, and her hands became more
insistent, urging him on. His mouth moved from one
breast to the other and then to her mouth, his tongue
delving deeply, imitating what his cock was doing
below. John had always been quite proud of the fact
that he could make a woman come more than once during
an encounter - the first time by using his mouth and/or
hands and the second while having intercourse. He had
long ago perfected the art of having a climax without
ejaculating and he had never had a woman complain about
anything he did. If nothing else, he knew he was good
at sex. And right now, with Kerry, it was even more
important that he be good, because this wasn't sex.
This was making love to the woman he secretly loved.

He was on top of her, grinding down. And inside her,
pushing out. And his breath and mouth were hot on her
skin. And his tongue pushing inside her mouth. And
his arms were either side of her, trapping her inside a
cocoon of man that she never wanted to leave. It had
been so long, and it was so good. He alternated,
pulsing inside her from above and below; tongue and
cock. And each seemed best at the moment it was
happening. But she needed his penis pulsing inside
her. She activated her long unused vaginal muscles,
tightening around him; put her arms around his torso,
pulling him ever further up; and suckled his chest,
trying to draw as much of him as was possible into her.

John's world narrowed to only one thing -- Kerry
Weaver. When he breathed, he inhaled her scent. When
he moved, he felt only her. Her mouth was like fire on
his skin, but it was a fire that he wanted to feel even
more of. He could feel his orgasm approach, but he
wasn't ready to come quite yet. He wanted Kerry to
come again. To come first. It was with great
reluctance that he had to find a way to bring a chart
of hand bones into his head and force out all thoughts
of the woman under him. He went over each bone, naming
it over and over until he could feel his need abate.
His breathing still ragged, he moved slightly,
searching for the spot that would send Kerry over the
edge.

He was above her grinding down, and below her grinding
up. And inside her pushing out. And he was all she
wanted. She pushed herself up and into him, and down
and onto him. And she could barely breathe, she was
gasping for air as his warmth and pulsations and
redness consumed her. And suddenly there was no space
between them at all - they'd killed the last
millimetre, and there was no *he* and *me* but only
*us*, an *us* that was suspended in an infinity of
darkness, as stars exploded all around.

The second John felt Kerry's body tighten around his
penis, he gave up all control. She was climaxing and
he looked down at her face, praying for another
lightning strike so he could see her come. He so
wanted to see her in the throes of passion. Needed to
see her that way, open and unguarded. Sated. With a
gasp of her name, he came, his seed shooting out of his
body, over and over and over again. He came as if he
had not come just hours earlier, but then had been
alone and this time was all for Kerry. All because of
Kerry. He lowered his head and kissed her then. First
her forehead, then each cheek, her chin, and then her
mouth. A long and lingering kiss. And then he
prepared to ease himself out of her, wishing he could
stay right where he was, encased in her warmth.

"God." That was all she could murmur when his mouth
left hers. Then Kerry recalled her name, herself, his
name. "Carter." Then questioningly, "John?" She was
still entrapped under his warm bulk, she loved the
feeling and this special time. She didn't want the
world to return.

"I'm here. God." John blinked hard, still a little
overwhelmed at how incredible it had felt to make love
with Kerry. Nothing at all like his fantasies. And it
was probably something that would never happen again.
At least, not if he let her have her way. He knew
Kerry. Knew that she would want to forget about this.
She would claim it would be bad for their careers.
That she wasn't the right woman for him. As John felt
his mood deflate, he mentally shook himself. Sure,
Kerry might say all that tomorrow. But they still had
now. They still had tonight. And he was determined to
make the most of it.

When John pulled out of Kerry she was alone again. She
felt a tear move up to her eye then down her cheek; it
was soon, too soon. She moved her good leg back down,
and the bad one as much as it would. She was nearly
closed again. Another tear followed.

John gripped the condom and pulled out, then removed
it, tying a knot so nothing would slip out, then he
settled on the floor beside Kerry, propped up on his
elbow so he could let his right hand lightly draw
designs over her belly. "Thank you."

And then Kerry felt him touch her stomach, just the
lightest of sensations - but it was all she had in this
dark space. More tears followed, and then she was
crying, silently and hard and struggling to keep her
breathing under control.

John felt a change in Kerry's breathing, but he wasn't
sure what was going on. Surely just a light caress or
two wasn't enough to excite her once more? He didn't
think that highly of himself to imagine that could be a
possibility. His hand moved up her body, through the
valley between her breasts, up her neck and then he
stopped when he felt a wetness on her cheek. Kerry was
crying? He must have hurt her in some way. "Hey, I'm
sorry. I guess I got carried away. I didn't mean to
hurt you any. Why didn't you tell me that you were in
pain?"

Kerry shook her head, then rolled onto her side, to try
and control her breathing. With his touch on her face
it got worse. She spoke between her sobs. "You
didn't. I'm fine."

Fine? Kerry was sobbing. How could that be fine?
John sat up and moved closer to her, not wanting to
give up any of that precious skin to skin contact.
"Something's wrong, Kerry. I did something wrong, but
I don't know what it was. Tell me. Please?" He
rubbed his hand over her bare shoulder, his heart
breaking as he felt her body shake from her sobbing.

"You left." Kerry hated herself as she said it. But
she couldn't stop responding to the words or the touch
that she'd been so sensitized to. She curled up
tighter. "You left."

"What?" John's mind was whirling as he tried to
comprehend what Kerry was saying. He had left?
Shaking his head, he reached out and lifted her onto
his lap. "I haven't gone anywhere, Kerry. I'm right
here."

Kerry put her arms around his chest, anchoring herself
in place. She managed to stop the tears, but mumbled
into his chest. "Everyone leaves." She nodded as best
she could. "It's fine, really. I understand."

"I'm not going anywhere, Kerry." John nuzzled his face
in Kerry's neck. He understood how she felt. How many
times had he been left behind? And now he could feel
an anger inside of him toward the man or men who had
hurt Kerry and made her feel this way. "I'm not going
anywhere," he repeated into her warm skin. "Not even
if you tell me to go," he added as he began to kiss
along her neck.

That wasn't how the world worked, Kerry knew that -
he'd leave. But it was enough, that here and now he'd
deny it. And there were arms around her, and kisses on
her neck, and fingers warm in the darkness. Kerry
moved her head to try and intersect one of the neck
kisses, and got a chin in her cheek for her efforts.
The next one worked though, and she got his lips.

When their lips met, John intended to lazily explore
Kerry's mouth. Take his time. Make her forget about
what made her cry. But the minute he felt those still
swollen lips upon his own, he lost control again. His
tongue was urgent and hungry as he tasted her. And
then he found that he could easily lean her back in the
embrace of one arm while lifting her body with the
other. And then his mouth could reach so many
wonderful places. Her breasts. Her shoulder. Her
belly. He even managed to lick the top of her thigh
and part of her hip. His need for more overcame all
else and he gently laid her down on the floor, then
stretched out, half beside her and half on top of her.
"Let me know if I get too heavy for you," he whispered.

"Please. I like you heavy." Kerry reached to find his
body. Ran her hands down his sides. Found a nipple
with one hand and his limp cock with the other. Played
with them both. She moved her head, to try and find
something, anything to kiss. She found the back of his
neck, before she'd done more than identify it, it
changed and she found hair, and then it was all gone,
and suddenly her breast was being suckled and attacked
again. Kerry groaned and pushed herself toward the
sensation. "Please." But even as she did so, she knew
that she wasn't playing fair, she'd been on the
receiving end ever since this started. "Should do
something for you." Even though there was nothing she
wanted more than for him to nudge her legs apart again,
and lie on her, and play with her.

John lifted his head long enough to murmur, "You are
doing something for me." Then he resumed his
suckling. He loved Kerry's breasts. They were
so...perfect. Each one fit in a hand. Each one fit in
his mouth so easily. He moved his mouth from one to
the other, trying to decide if one tasted better than
the other. But both were equally perfect. And the way
Kerry rose to meet him -- John knew he could never get
enough of that. Or any other part of her body. He let
his head move lower, slowly licking Kerry's stomach as
he moved to the core of her being. He wanted to hear
her gasp and moan again. Wanted a chance to see her
face as she climaxed. If he brought her to completion
often enough, then surely there would be a chance for
him to see her face?

John's heart began to race when Kerry's legs parted for
him, and he scooted around until he could reach her
with his mouth and yet keep their bodies touching. He
secretly hoped that Kerry would reach out and touch him
while he was busy, but he didn't dare ask for her to do
that. It was enough to just touch her, he thought as
his tongue snaked out to taste her.

It was good, so good, to have him lapping at her. But
Kerry needed more. She reached out with her hands
hoping to find his head, his hair - anything to use to
hold him close. She found buttocks. The geometry of
the situation twisted in her mind - where there were
buttocks there were also testicles and a penis. She
cupped the testicles then ran the edge of one thumb
down the cock. It quivered under her touch. Kerry
balanced herself on one elbow, and pushed herself
forward - she could only just reach his penis with her
mouth, but she opened her lips and the very tip
entered. It was thick and warm and her tongue swirled
around it, tasting it.

John shivered as he felt Kerry's tongue touch his
penis. It was just the tip, but it felt so wonderful.
He bit back a moan, but allowed himself a moment or two
to simply enjoy what she was doing with that wonderful
tongue. Who at work would ever think that the tongue
that gave such scathing lashings could be doing
something so delicious? John was so tempted to just
rest his head upon Kerry's thigh while he let her have
her way with him. But he didn't want to short change
Kerry's pleasure by doing that. He did, however, reach
out to run his fingers through her hair as he lowered
his head to the center of her being once again.

Kerry groaned in pleasure and frustration, and the
elbow collapsed under her as John returned to his
assault on her. It required a lot of effort to balance
and reach like that. She reached out again with her
hand to find him, then held his testicles in her warm
hand. Her breathing became ragged again as he played
with her. She tried pulling him toward her, to see if
he could make it without overbalancing.

John moaned out loud. Kerry had him, literally, by the
balls, and was pulling him toward her. This just
wouldn't work with him on his side. Feeling bold, he
said, "Would this work better if I was on top of you?"

"Yes."

Well, that was a definite answer, John thought with a
grin. "Okay. But, I can't move until you let go of
me. I'm a little fond of my testicles, and I'd like to
keep them."

Kerry immediately let go and waited impatiently for
Carter to move. For his weight to be on top of her
once more.

As soon as he was freed, John quickly moved, lightly
settling his body over Kerry's. Before she could do
anything else, he resumed what he had been doing
before. The only drawback being that in this position,
with his balls and penis right above her mouth, he
couldn't touch her hair or face. Or reach her
breasts. But he could caress her hips and thighs. And
he could use his fingers on her while his tongue was
busy exploring.

Kerry opened her mouth, and found the sensitive tip of
his penis, she suckled on it, circled it with her
tongue. She listened hopefully for any signs of
appreciation from Carter. It was a long time since
she'd done this too, and she wanted it to be right.
She wanted it to feel as good to him, as it did to her
to have a man on top of her again.

John groaned loudly into Kerry. Whatever it was she
was doing with her tongue, it was incredible and he
wished he could see her doing it. Maybe if things
worked out right later in the evening, he could have
that chance. And then a thought hit him. He stopped
what he was doing, shivered under her touch and said,
"I don't have another condom."

"Wha." Kerry ejected the cock from her mouth.
"What?" It had been good, she'd been on the right
track, and it felt GOOD, and now . . . "What?"

"I just realized that I don't have another condom. I
don't carry around a lot with me. Just the one. I'm
sorry." He lowered his head again. Just because his
pleasure was ended, it didn't mean that Kerry's
pleasure had to end as well.

Kerry reached up and ran her tongue along him again.
The cock quivered at her touch. His breath was still
warm on her. "What're we going to do?" It was a
stupid question. There was nothing to do. But she
hated the idea of the touching stopping. Him leaving
again.

John stopped for a moment. "I'm going to make you come
and you're going to just enjoy it. I have a box of
condoms at home, so if you want to continue your part
once we get there, you can." He grinned. "I certainly
won't complain if you do." Then he lowered his mouth
to her, energetically thrusting his tongue into her
depths, mimicking the act of love they had completed
not so long ago.

Kerry pushed herself toward his tongue. She needed
this. She needed it so badly. She needed him inside
her again and again and again. But it was precisely as
stupid for his tongue and mouth to continue doing this,
as it had been for her - the only difference was it had
been years since her last lover. Even as Kerry arched
her hips toward him she tried to ask. "Roxanne clean?"

John was distantly aware of Kerry's voice, but he
didn't quite catch what she was saying. He was too
intent on enjoying the way her hips were thrusting up
to meet his mouth. "What?"

Kerry tried again, but it was hard to concentrate on
anything but Carter's tongue. And when she spoke,
harder not to capture Carter's swinging penis in her
mouth and take it. It scraped over her cheeks like a
key looking for a keyhole. "Roxanne clean?" It
entered her mouth for a brief and tantalizing second.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. We always used condoms. But..."
John didn't want to go into a detailed history, yet he
felt Kerry needed to know everything, "there was this
woman back when I was a third year med student. Gave
me an STD. A shot of penicillin cleared it up.
Still." He had not been as careful with Harper, and he
didn't want to put Kerry at risk for anything. "I can
wait until we get home. Provided *you* can wait." He
grinned, wishing he could see her face right now.
Mother nature was being generous, giving him plenty of
lightning with which to see by, but he wasn't in the
right position to look into Kerry's face right now.

"You guess. You don't know?" Kerry was bitterly
disappointed. She knew she was clean from Ellis, she'd
checked - and there'd only been random patient contact
in the course of work since then. They should stop.
Kerry pushed the tempting cock with her nose. "We
should stop."

John shook his head. "Don't worry about me. I want to
please you." He resumed what he had been doing.

Kerry wiggled her hips, and pushed her body toward
Carter's tongue. This was just good. So good.

She screwed her eyes tight shut, then opened them
again. She could see Carter's body silhouetted above
her. But the light didn't fade. It wasn't a flash of
lightening. There was something else happening.

The lighting was getting much better, John thought as
he worked on Kerry. He loved it that she kept moving
her body toward his mouth, his tongue. Loved it that
she was enjoying herself. He nearly jumped out of his
skin when he heard a loud male voice say "Please be
patient. We'll have you down from there soon."

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End of Part 6
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