Kerry/Abby Series

Disclaimer: I own the story. The people however are not mine. Though the things I'd make them do if they were (wink)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Kerry/Abby with a mention of Susan/Kim

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Summary: To clean, and go home to make sweet hot love to your wife; or not to clean, and just go home to make sweet hot love to your wife.

A Clean Slate
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I never realised how fucking dirty an apartment could get. Even with regular cleanings. The dust that built up behind and under things. Spilled liquids that you swear you've never seen. Not to mention that radioactive gunk behind what used to be the hamper.

I was glad Susan was there with me. Atleast I wasn't alone to face the hell that I thought was my 'clean' apartment.

"That had to be here before me" I swore.

We'd moved the bed to see if I'd left anything under there. The floor beneath was sticky and had many many things 'stuck' to it. Very little of which I recognized was mine.

"Ok well those pink silk undies are mine" I pointed to them.

"They're dead to you now" Susan nodded making a face.

I didn't blame her. Atleast the stuff didn't stink.

"Do we have to clean that up?" she really didn't look happy about that.

"Is this the ER?"

She stared at me as if I'd lost my mind "No it's not"

"Well I officialy moved out of this place yesterday" I started to push the bed back "I'm not housekeeping. Let them clean it"

Susan helped me return it to it's original position.

"Let's just clean the kitchen and go" She walked backwards out of the room. I think she was afraid that goo would come to life and attack us. I didn't blame her.

"Kerry cleaned it last night remember?" I hurried out after her.

"So we have a whole day to ourselves?" Susan grabbed the buckets and clothes we'd brought and set them outside the door.

"Yes. Frightening isn't it?" I gathered our coats.

I took one last look at my old place. Where nightmares had haunted me, loneliness was my only companion. I sighed when I realized that I'd never be alone again. Kerry didn't understand the concept of 'alone time'. And for that I thank God.
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We went to breakfast before we parted ways. The conversation was pleasant, better than I expected. I guess Susan wasn't too bad. It would just take a while to get it through my thick head.

Did I say the conversation was pleasant?

I meant interesting.

I asked her how she met Kim.

"She hit on me" Susan had said smiling at the memory "In the middle of the department store. I was standing in the underwear section hoping I didn't look too to lost, and she comes up behind me picks up a pair and goes 'You should wear these on our date tonight'. I thought I was gonna die when I turned and saw her"

"Yeah she is beautiful" I agreed.

"I thought she was some kinda apparition. Then I thought she was joking" Susan sipped her hazelnut coffee.

Get this, the coffee actually tasted like Hazelnut!

"I take it she wasn't" the bagels there were delicious.

"No. She handed me her card. It had 'Call Me 7:30' written on the back of it. She just winked at me and walked away"

I noticed Susan talked with her hands alot. It fit, she had a very animated face. Everything she was thinking was right there. In her eyes, the half smile on her lips.

"Did you buy them?"

"Buy what?" I threw her for a moment.

"The underwear?" I smirked.

"In every color they had"

"So you didn't mind the fact that your whole life changed in an instant?" I asked. It seemed to me that Kim definitely made a difference.

"It's like it started over. I had a Clean Slate. To do whatever I wanted. I called her a 7:30. She picked me up and took me to dinner. The rest is history"

A clean slate huh? Sounds like me and Kerry.
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It was 11:30am by the time I got home. I had all day to be bored off my ass. The answering machine was blinking so I pressed the Sent button.

'You have 3 new messages. To listen to your messages press 1'

I hit 1.

It was Kerry.

*Abby honey it's me. When you get this call the hospital* click.

Damn machine only gives you 10 seconds to leave a damn message.

'Second Message'

It was Kerry again.

*Abby I hate this damn machine. Just wanted to say I lo* click.

I chuckled Kerry had sounded pissed.

'Third Message'

Kerry again.

*I love you. I'll be home early, just to kill this blasted mach* click.

I laughed outloud. This was one dead answering machine.
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I tried napping but I couldn't sleep. I wasn't hungry and exercise is not in my vocabulary.

So I decided to get online.

Kerry has this huge computer system in her office. I can turn the damn thing on and sign online but anything that actually requires 'true skill' is beyond me.

We have the Net through the cable so I decide to watch and read. Yeah I know impossible. But hey what else was I gonna do?

There was some show on. A girl and her friends killing Vampires. Nothing that would interest me.
Normally anyway. But the red-headed witch was kinda cute. Not to mention the evil looking dark haired one.

I recognized them both from teen movies. Not to mention the blonde.

'Next time on 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer''

So that's what the show was called.

I opened a new window and did a search.

Ohhhhh Femslash. If you haven't realized it yet. I was really bored.

I opened a few of the sites and read a little. What I saw there made some of the bookstore bodice rippers seem like Chapter Porn.

I came across a site called 'Faith 012'. I had several stories with several different pairings. I went into the largest one. It was a Faith/Buffy.

After reading a few of them I decided to print some out. I was developing computer eye.

I killed both machines and settled on the couch. I had to be there for a few hours, because when I looked up again Kerry was walking in the door.

"Hey babe" she said hanging her heavy coat.

I made some sound of acknowledgement.

"What are you reading?" she peeked over my shoulder on her way to the kitchen.

"Fanfiction" I managed. My throat was dry, this was kinda making me hot. The story I mean. It was well written for smut.

"Oh that?" She didn't seem surprised "What's it called?"

"Hot" I choked out.

"How is it?" she chuckled.

"Hot" I think she thought I was repeating myself because I wasn't paying attention but I was. Just barely.

When I looked up again she was kneeling in front of me "Are you-"

I cut her off with my lips. Dropping the papers to the side I lifted her into my lap pulling her legs up on either side of me. I was careful with her weaker leg not wanting to cause her pain.

She broke the kiss to come up for air "Abby what has gotten into you?"

"A lust demon" I joked before taking her lips again. I lifted her up and stood. She wrapped her tone legs around my waist and held on for dear life.

"What are you doing?"

I didn't answer her. I carried her into the kitchen and laid her down on the counter. She pulled herself halfway up when I started to undo her pants. It was then I realized she was wearing scrubs.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Throw up. 11 yr old girl was drinking her Mama's brandy" she smirked "she had wonderful aim"
I realized then I didn't have to be very gentle with the pants. I yanked them down over her legs until they hung limply off her ankles.

Her eyes widened and met mine.

Mine had to be glowing with lust because she simply lay back down.

I pulled her back up and stripped the shirt off her. All that she had on were her shoes, socks, bra, and panties.

Soon it was just socks. But I had yet to caress her. I was too busy staring at the beauty she hid beneath sometimes ugly outfits. Always conservitive, never wild or bright. But she has this beautiful form. Slim shoulders, these gorgeous breasts that fill my hands, and are so sensitive she sometimes come from me carressing them alone, softly muscled mid-driff and a tapered waist that leads into the the most beautiful legs I've ever seen. Even the imperfect one. It has a few lumps where the muscle is deformed but it only adds to the overall perfection that is Kerry Weaver.

"My god your so beautiful"

She blushes. The curse of the red head.

I kiss her breasts and nibble at the hardened nipples. She arches against me and I slip my hand beneath her. She rests against it moaning at the contrast of the cool counter and my warm body
and hand.

"Did I ever tell you that Kerry?"

I dont' think she heard the first part of what I said. So I repeated it.

"I had dreams about you Kerry. Sometimes they'd be so hot I'd wake up and have to relieve myself. Did I ever tell you that Kerry?"

She shook her head and moaned.

"Well now you do"

I slid two fingers in, knowing that it wouldn't take much more if I continued to caress her breasts.

I knew where her spot was. And she knew I knew. I guess it just makes it better.

I sucked the breast into my mouth, laving the nipple. She went from making these little mewling sounds to all out moans and little yells.

"Please.." I heard her beg. I knew what she wanted. So I gave it to her.

I curled my finger's up pressing against the smooth tender part of her inside.

She screamed as she came.

I released her breasts and went down for a taste of her ecstacy.

She's like a drug to me, and I can never get enough.

I suck and lick at her hoping that she'll give me more of the sweet musky juices that are flowing from her so liberally. She just keeps coming as I keep a nearly constant assault on her clit. I lick through and spread the juices keeping her wet.

After several minutes she pushes my face away. She's barely able to move.

"No....no more.....I can't-" her voice breaks and she sighs.

I see her visibly relax.

I takes her minutes to come back to earth fully.

"My god Abigail. On the counter again!" she laughs. This isn't the first time I've taken her there.
But she never tires of the joke. It always happens the same way.

I take her to the counter because the bed in upstairs, and Stinky (we're still trying to get him to answer to Julien) feels he can join us on the couch. But Kerry's trained him to stay out of her kitchen unless he's called. He learned that one quick.

I don' think anyone likes to be hit on the nose with a newspaper.

"The bed's upstairs but your right here" always my excuse.

"Well next time you get 'hot' go upstairs" she sits up on the counter. I see her shiver when she heated flesh contacts the cool surface "I wanna see what you were reading"

I show her.

This time we skip the kitchen.

But only make it to the stairs.
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Faith 012 is a real site. and HOT is a real story.