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    Ten Degrees of Separation – (Chapter: Recasting the Primal Scene)

    Story written on February 4, 2006 by slb04.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=11163
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    This would never happen in a million years. Or might it?

    Chapter One: Writing it off as a one night stand

     

    It certainly wasn’t the first time she had woken up and wondered what the hell had happened. Nor was it the first time she had eased herself away from a peacefully slumbering body in the middle of the night to slink away and contemplate the many failings that had brought her to this point. Two things, however, marked this night as vastly different from any other she had passed.

     

    The first was her reluctance to abandon the figure stretched out on the dark field of burgundy, the blankets pushed away to reveal a golden length of skin over whose smoothness the moon seemed delighted to linger.

     

    The second was that Abby Lockhart was fatally, irrevocably stone cold sober.

     

    She couldn’t blame what had happened on the booze or the things that had driven her to seek solace in alcohol in the first place. Which meant that she couldn’t blame her mother who was gathering up the scattered pieces of her own life in Minnesota now. Nor could she blame her ambivalence over just about everything these days– from returning to medical school to her future, or lack of one, with Luka.

     

    Somehow she was going to have to deal with the reality that for one impulsive moment, one of the desires she kept hidden in the lockbox of her psyche had escaped– and in a sensually carnal instant What if… became Why not… which became, in turn, Please, now…

     

    And she had reveled in every hedonistic, indulgent second of it.

     

    Tugging her jeans over skin sensitized to the brush and caress of graceful hands, once more she turned to contemplate her lover’s oblivious somnolence. The venetian blinds played coy with the beauty she saw there– shyly concealing one slip of flesh while decadently revealing another. Transfixed, Abby followed the blinds’ progression, her hand tentatively reaching out to stroke the satiny skin covering the delicate rise of the crest of ilium and the coxal articulation joining long leg to slender hip.

     

    "You keep doing that and you’re gonna blow your clean getaway."

     

    Though the low illumination dimmed the brilliance of the blue eyes looking back at her, nothing could hide the glimmering amusement and quiet concern in Kim Legaspi’s eyes.

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    1. I have to admit that I stopped watching ER several years ago, but after reading this, two things came to mind. 1. If I could have watched this story, with this dialogue on my TV screen I would still be watching faithfully each and every week. 2. This was a great reminder of why I shouldn’t ever work in a hospital…way too much gossip!!!! LOL Wonderful story…beautiful writing. Thank you for posting this here. And thank you for inspiring Jacky. The degrees of separation continue to prove true. While you were writing this, did you ever think that because of someone somewhere reading it, that a fan site would be established for a completely different show, that would in turn change thousands of lives all around the world? I know, amazing isn’t it…the power of a story. Thanks again.

    2. I have to admit that I stopped watching ER several years ago, but after reading this, two things came to mind. 1. If I could have watched this story, with this dialogue on my TV screen I would still be watching faithfully each and every week. 2. This was a great reminder of why I shouldn’t ever work in a hospital…way too much gossip!!!! LOL Wonderful story…beautiful writing. Thank you for posting this here. And thank you for inspiring Jacky. The degrees of separation continue to prove true. While you were writing this, did you ever think that because of someone somewhere reading it, that a fan site would be established for a completely different show, that would in turn change thousands of lives all around the world? I know, amazing isn’t it…the power of a story. Thanks again.

    5. Gosh! This is fantastic. I love all the characters on ER and you’ve done a truly excellent job with all the conflicting emotions and the power of irresistible forces of attraction between Abby and Kim. I enjoyed every word.

    6. Gosh! This is fantastic. I love all the characters on ER and you’ve done a truly excellent job with all the conflicting emotions and the power of irresistible forces of attraction between Abby and Kim. I enjoyed every word.

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