er - carter/megan - homecoming - rated R
title: homecoming
fandom: ER
pairing: carter/megan (ofc)
letter: c for climax - table # 4, for a_to_z_prompts
summary: Carter comes home from Africa.
rating: R.
word count: 605
warnings/spoilers: none really ;)
a/n: Dr. Megan Riley is an original character of mine who I'm pairing with Carter for my fic's in this challenge. You'll get to know more about her as you read :) ER timeline wise for this one, season 9.
disclaimer: I do not own the characters of ER. This is purely written for entertainment only.
Homecoming
Two days after Halloween, John came home.
It was late, but he had his keys and crept back into the apartment. The smell was so overpowering that he almost cried, that smell of home. Clean laundry, left-over dinner, baby powder... Africa had none of that. He dropped his bags in the front room and crept down the hallway to Jayden’s door. Gently, he pushed it open and saw his son cuddled up into a ball with his butt in the air. Chuckling at the amazement of a child’s ability to sleep anywhere, John shut the door. He’d hug him tomorrow; he didn’t want to wake him.
Half of him thought Megan might be awake - and pissed - so instead he took a shower; he hadn’t had one for a long while, and the cold shower he’d taken in the airport bathroom was nothing compared to the steaming hot jets of water from home.
The en suite had two doors, one led in from the hall and one into the master bedroom. John took the second door and crept into his bedroom for the first time in months. She was sleeping, facing him, half her body tucked under the quilt. Her soft auburn hair was in loose curls covering her shoulders. She looked so peaceful; so beautiful.
He slipped into the covers behind her and reached for her body. She was wearing silk boxer shorts and a blue camisole. At his touch, she curled backwards so she faced him. Her eyes fluttered open. “John...?” She said in disbelief.
“Hi,” Was all he said.
With a ferocity only spurred by anger, Megan grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him forcefully. Angry or not; she had missed the hell out of him. His body responded to her intimate rubbing against him as he rolled her closer to him by her hip.
John moaned contentedly as he fell onto his back and pulled Megan across him. She lifted her hands to the air and he pulled off her camisole, running his hands up across her breasts and over her shoulders, back down to her hips. She was laying flat against him and swivelling off her boxers and underwear in one motion.
Sitting up to pull her into his lap, John hitched Megan’s legs around his waist and entered her smoothly. She gasped in pleasure and clung to him as they rocked together in unison, their hips grinding together as they steadily approached orgasm.
Megan flipped her hair back over her head, staring to the roof as her moans quickened, her grip on John tightening as her muscles clenched, toes curling as she felt him release inside of her with one final grunt; and then she did the same.
Sweat was cascading down Megan’s back as she let John manoeuvre her back onto the bed, cuddling up behind her in the spoon position. Both were panting, hearts racing, as their bodies cooled together but still they were heated. From this new position, John reached down and lifted Megan’s thigh so as to enter her again. She cried into her pillow in pleasure, as he took control and made love to her once more. This time exhausted her more than the first even though she didn’t move. The emotional toll she had been heaving for months was being released in waves. He came inside her again; and wrapped his arms around her body to keep her close; not wanting to ever be as far away as he had been from here again.
Megan sighed deeply as they fell to sleep.
John was home now; they would fight in the morning.
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fandom: ER
pairing: carter/megan (ofc)
letter: c for climax - table # 4, for a_to_z_prompts
summary: Carter comes home from Africa.
rating: R.
word count: 605
warnings/spoilers: none really ;)
a/n: Dr. Megan Riley is an original character of mine who I'm pairing with Carter for my fic's in this challenge. You'll get to know more about her as you read :) ER timeline wise for this one, season 9.
disclaimer: I do not own the characters of ER. This is purely written for entertainment only.
Homecoming
Two days after Halloween, John came home.
It was late, but he had his keys and crept back into the apartment. The smell was so overpowering that he almost cried, that smell of home. Clean laundry, left-over dinner, baby powder... Africa had none of that. He dropped his bags in the front room and crept down the hallway to Jayden’s door. Gently, he pushed it open and saw his son cuddled up into a ball with his butt in the air. Chuckling at the amazement of a child’s ability to sleep anywhere, John shut the door. He’d hug him tomorrow; he didn’t want to wake him.
Half of him thought Megan might be awake - and pissed - so instead he took a shower; he hadn’t had one for a long while, and the cold shower he’d taken in the airport bathroom was nothing compared to the steaming hot jets of water from home.
The en suite had two doors, one led in from the hall and one into the master bedroom. John took the second door and crept into his bedroom for the first time in months. She was sleeping, facing him, half her body tucked under the quilt. Her soft auburn hair was in loose curls covering her shoulders. She looked so peaceful; so beautiful.
He slipped into the covers behind her and reached for her body. She was wearing silk boxer shorts and a blue camisole. At his touch, she curled backwards so she faced him. Her eyes fluttered open. “John...?” She said in disbelief.
“Hi,” Was all he said.
With a ferocity only spurred by anger, Megan grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him forcefully. Angry or not; she had missed the hell out of him. His body responded to her intimate rubbing against him as he rolled her closer to him by her hip.
John moaned contentedly as he fell onto his back and pulled Megan across him. She lifted her hands to the air and he pulled off her camisole, running his hands up across her breasts and over her shoulders, back down to her hips. She was laying flat against him and swivelling off her boxers and underwear in one motion.
Sitting up to pull her into his lap, John hitched Megan’s legs around his waist and entered her smoothly. She gasped in pleasure and clung to him as they rocked together in unison, their hips grinding together as they steadily approached orgasm.
Megan flipped her hair back over her head, staring to the roof as her moans quickened, her grip on John tightening as her muscles clenched, toes curling as she felt him release inside of her with one final grunt; and then she did the same.
Sweat was cascading down Megan’s back as she let John manoeuvre her back onto the bed, cuddling up behind her in the spoon position. Both were panting, hearts racing, as their bodies cooled together but still they were heated. From this new position, John reached down and lifted Megan’s thigh so as to enter her again. She cried into her pillow in pleasure, as he took control and made love to her once more. This time exhausted her more than the first even though she didn’t move. The emotional toll she had been heaving for months was being released in waves. He came inside her again; and wrapped his arms around her body to keep her close; not wanting to ever be as far away as he had been from here again.
Megan sighed deeply as they fell to sleep.
John was home now; they would fight in the morning.
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