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| ShatterStorm Productions
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Series: Refractions.
Category: Sequel to Reflections.
Pairings: Maggie/Elizabeth.
Personal disclaimer: Zo Goldston, so briefly introduced in Reflections, is mine! I hope you enjoy her and any other newcomers, as well as my version of Cook County General.
Disclaimer: “ER”, the characters and situations depicted are the property of Warner Bros. Television, Amblin Entertainment, Constant C Productions, NBC, etc. They are borrowed without permission, but without the intent of infringement. This site contains stories between mature, consenting adult females.
Author's Note: This is the second half of the Love Scene. It was big enough to break in the center, to keep with the feel of the larger story.
Spoilers: There are references to events in ER season 7, but most of this tale is an 'alternate universe' version of season 8.
Summary: Now that they've taken the first big step... what will happen the morning after?
++ Elizabeth ++
It was some time later familiar darkness gave way to unfamiliar warmth. We were twined around one another like sleeping puppies and the bedding was absolutely thrashed. Happily sated to the point of feeble-mindedness, I surveyed the damage with a lazy grin. Half beneath and half wrapped around me; Maggie's breathing was gentle and even with sleep. What an incredible night! While I was sore, it wasn't unpleasant. We could pick up where we had left off and I'd be none the worse for wear. Then cold reality slowly began to intrude in upon my foggy mind. Could we make it work? Certainly we had things in common, and certainly there were things we didn't have in common. If would be interesting, discovering one another's faults and strengths. The reality of this wonderful woman I was curled up with was worth everything we would have to face. As difficult as making this relationship work would be, the alternative was much to bleak. Fate had dropped this unexpected bond in our laps and there seemed little point in debating it. Carefully, I twisted around until I could prop myself onto an elbow and watch Maggie's sleeping face. It was so odd to see her this relaxed, the stoic lines of concentration swept away by slumber.
“Margaret,” I whispered her full first name, savoring the sound on my tongue. I had read the name on her paperwork and never used it. There was barely a twitch of her long body, so I continued to murmur her name between tiny kisses at throat, jaw, and clavicle. At long last, Maggie woke with a moan and looked around blearily. “Good morning lover.”
++ Maggie ++
Drowsy and slow with sleep, sex and sensation, I blinked until Elizabeth's face swam into focus. Not a dream then… not another heated fantasy. Joy swept through me, such a glorious and foreign feeling.
“Elizabeth...” I breathed out and hauled her warm nakedness into a crushing hug. “I didn't dream this.”
“No,” she whispered, voice as soft as my own, and returned the embrace fully.
“I'm really glad to hear that.”
“That makes two of us.”
Her lips danced over my cheek and I met her halfway for a deep, soulful kiss. When my hands turned caressing, Elizabeth pulled away, much to my confusion. A smile and a quick peck reassured me. “Before we go any farther, I seem to recall us getting a little rough last night. How do you feel?”
“A few lingering pains, wildcat, that's all. Aside from that, I feel pretty damn great.”
“Me too. Where's it hurt?”
“Why are you fussing?”
Okay, that earned me a dour glare. “I want you to want me back,” Elizabeth intoned with a touch of her characteristic sarcasm, before going soft again and kissing me tenderly. “Causing pain is certainly not on my agenda.”
++ Elizabeth ++
Well, that worked in softening Maggie right up. Warm affection danced in those beautiful eyes, even as she sighed melodramatically and played along. “Fine, you win. You scratched the hell out of my shoulder blades and thighs. But, trust me, I'll live.”
Hot color flooded my face and Maggie grinned in delight. I dimly remembered raking her nails roughly across her back. “Humor me in checking out if you're fine. Why don't you go climb into the tub and soak for awhile? I'll go grab that fancy-ass first aid kit Zo keeps in the other bathroom.”
“Yeah, okay.”
We both winced when Maggie sat up. Parallel scratches ran like primitive body art from her neck to the lower curve of her shoulder blades. “Did I do that?” I breathed disbelievingly and Maggie shot me a mischievous look before leaning over to give me a quick, hard kiss.
“Don't dawdle woman,” Maggie growled at me before climbing out of the bed and sashaying her fine ass from the room. God, I was a lucky girl…
After throwing on my bathrobe, I peeked my head out of the door to see if the coast was clear. No music was playing, so Zo was probably still sleeping. Her dancing job kept her out late most nights, and I knew that Kerry was on nights, so I was probably safe. Now, to make a dash for the bathroom in the hall to rummage through the first-aid kit. It was easy enough to find what I was looking for and place the kit back under the sink. Now, I just had to get back to my room.
I felt the stare halfway back to my open door. Pausing, I debated acknowledging the heavy presence, instinctively knowing that it was Zo. After I moment, I glanced over my shoulder, only barely turning my body towards her. Coffee mug in hand, leaning on the doorframe into the kitchen, Zo was a silent sentinel. It was written in her expressive eyes; how was I doing? A year and a day had passed since Mark's death, leaving me with an empty heart and an empty love life. Was Maggie filling that role? Did I know what I was doing?
Did I have any answers?
Sure I did. Lifting my chin proudly, I let my feelings shine in my eyes. Long moments passed while Zo watched me with that cool, psychologist expression that seemed so strange on her. Then she smiled warmly and gave me an accepting nod. Without exchanging a word, she had carried on an entire conversation. She was that good.
Shaking off the encounter, I hurried back to my room before Kerry made an appearance too. In the master bath was a naked, sore Margaret Anne Doyle, whom I had scratched the hell out of while in the grip of passion. The memory brought on a goofy, loving smile and a rush of hormones. They prodded me to hurry back to my lover. Beneath the harsh glare of the bathroom lights, Maggie dozed lightly against the side of the big tub. Those overwhelming emotions swept through me again, leaving me hot and bothered in their wake. Shaking it off, I knelt by the tub and carefully laid a hand on Maggie's arm, knowing full well not to set off her cop instincts. “Honey, wake up,” I purred softly.
++ Maggie ++
Part of me almost overreacted at the now-familiar and still unexpected touch, waking with a start. “Wha...”
“Relax,” Elizabeth soothed. “You just dozed off, warm water'll do that to a body. Feeling better?”
“Yeah.”
“'Kay. Lean forward so I can see your back.”
When the antiseptic bit into the angry scratches, Elizabeth winced at my pained hiss. “Fortunately, they're not as bad as I'd thought they were. Dry off and come back to bed so I can finish cleaning you up.”
“Sure.”
As I stood from the water, it sheeted down my body and mesmerized Elizabeth. After ogling for a moment, my lover turned on her heel and retreated into the next room. I grinned at her reaction. After a few minutes, I was mostly dry and stepped into the bedroom to find the bedclothes changed and a pensive Elizabeth staring out the frosted windows.
“Elizabeth?”
“Good, you're dry. Lie down and I'll finish.” Not to be dissuaded, I stood in an arrogant pose, arms crossed over my chest. She looked confused that I hadn't obeyed, but merely eyed her curiously. “Maggie, I merely want to reassure myself that I didn't damage you.”
“Did you call me Margaret earlier?”
++ Elizabeth ++
It took a moment for the question to register through my sudden confusion. The silent conversation with Zo had thrown me, forcing me to confront questions that maybe I didn't want to face. “I've read it on your paperwork.” I started to feel more reassured at her warm expression, the stress of these last two days draining away. My past was just that, my past. I was looking at my future now. Grinning with sudden good humor and coyness, I stepped closer to her heat. “I've been very aware of you for a long time.” Kissing Maggie softly, I pulled the sash of the robe open and pressed our naked skins together. “I'm very glad I can show you now.” Any resistance Maggie might have been showing melted away as she wrapped her arms around me and pushed the robe away. It was so easy to get lost in her... “Now, will you lie down so that I can see if I hurt you?”
Maggie rolled her eyes with a warm smile. “Yes mom.” But not before she yanked me roughly into her slender body and kissed me with an open-mouthed fervor that left me breathless. Smirking, Maggie at last went to the bed to lie down on her stomach, but left her legs spread just enough to torture me. I soaked another cotton ball in antiseptic and used it to swipe at the stripes on her back and the crescent-moon troughs my fingernails had left in her thighs. “I can't believe I did this,” I mused distractedly, remorseful at damaging her fine skin.
“If you were half as turned on as I was, I can. Is that why you're so uncomfortable?”
For a moment I froze, sightlessly watching a trickle of antiseptic trail down her side. Shaking it off, I continued on my appointed task. “Partially. But...”
Maggie suddenly rolled over and looked me square in the eye. “I don't regret what we did for a second, Elizabeth. This isn't going to be easy, but you're worth it.” Once more, she smiled and I found myself relaxing. “Besides, I like that you don't hold back. You're very honest in bed and that makes me feel like a million bucks.”
No lover had ever flustered me so, and Maggie reached out to pull me into a friendly hug. Snuggling into her, I made myself show the vulnerability in my voice. “I don't feel as though I deserve you loving me. And this could be dangerous to us professionally.”
“My feelings have nothing to do with whether or not you deserve them. As for the hospital, we'll just have to be discrete. Now finish up with those scratches and we can pick up where we left off last night.”
++ Maggie ++
I kept the challenge in my eyes, willing us both to believe what I was saying. To be completely honest, I was terrified of a repeat performance with Romano. I was also absolutely certain that Elizabeth could handle the evil little man. With a shuddering breath, Elizabeth pulled her composure around her and smiled weakly. “I'm sorry that I'm being so chickenshit about this. I'm feeling a bit rattled this morning. On your tummy again.”
“Yes ma'am,” I chuckled, relieved at her candor. It was torture to have to just lie there while she tickled over my skin. Even the sting was becoming a mere nuisance when all I could concentrate on was her touch…
++ Elizabeth ++
Trying to ignore the soft scent of Maggie's damp skin and growing arousal was becoming more and more difficult the longer it took to check over her damaged skin. Finally they were mostly cleaned and the worst ones covered, so I could run my hands over all that soft skin just to hear Maggie purr. I couldn't imagine ever tiring of that sound or all of the other sensual noises the woman made. “On your back now and spread your legs, knees up. There's a few spots I can't reach.”
This was going to be a lesson in self-discipline, I mused to myself as Maggie arranged herself like a sacrificial offering to some kind of pagan sex god. It was a fanciful, sexy thought that made me chuckle as I settled myself on the bed between her raised knees. During our earlier lovemaking we had never been in this position and I stared in fascination at the tender strawberry folds on display. That intoxicating scent and glittering moisture teased unmercifully.
++ Maggie ++
“Let me know if I hurt you,” she whispered in a strangled voice. As embarrassing as being on display like this would normally make me, I was too desperate for her touch to care. Both of my hands were agitatedly rubbing my thighs in response to the energy building inside. At the brush of her fingers on my skin, I groaned with feeling.
“C'mon Elizabeth, this is gonna kill me.”
Nodding wordlessly, Elizabeth bent to her task with captivated fascination. In the bath earlier, I had examined the crescent moon marks left by her nails high on the inside of my pale thighs. My train of thought was brought back on track by her touch, so close to my crotch that I could only whine at the torture.
++ Elizabeth ++
It took all of my formidable will to remember that I was kneeling between Maggie's legs to doctor the inflamed skin I had damaged before and not take advantage of her. Not yet anyway. At the first tickle of the gauze, she jumped and cried out, leaving me hanging onto my self-control by tattered threads. So I gritted my teeth until my jaw ached and focused on finishing my task. I nearly hyperventilated when Maggie's hand came to rest lightly on my head, massaging my scalp and gradually drawing me closer to her heat. The intoxicating scent of her arousal battered unmercifully at my determination before I finally finished. “You ready?” I hissed tightly, needing her so bad I thought I was gonna have a heart attack.
“Yes, oh, yes,” Maggie panted, her voice gone broken and squeaky with need. It would have been humorous if I hadn't been ready to combust myself.
“Good.”
And with that monosyllabic conversation, I finally gave in to our mutual curiosity and need. Maggie let out a sound halfway between a startled squeal and a broken sob of pleasure as my lips and tongue sought out her most intimate secrets. Warm, spicy, musky and sweet, there were no words to describe the exhilarating taste. It had been far too many years since I had allowed myself the pleasures a woman could bring. Never again. Gathering up the sultry moisture, I moaned in ecstasy and was rewarded with more sounds of pleasure. Every dip and swell was explored thoroughly until Maggie was begging incoherently for mercy. Like an implosion, the energy gathered along her long body and I clung to her shaking thighs for dear life. Trembling along every nerve, tendon and muscle, it waited for some signal, some outlet for release. Wanting to know her utterly, I slowed the stroking of my tongue and felt the shape of the focal point of my lover's pleasure. The tiny glands like delicate wings, so coy and alluring as they flirted with my gentle tongue. Restlessly, her hands clenched and unclenched in my long hair and her slender hips rocked slowly to the heartbeat we shared. Scorching energy coiled tighter and tighter and then suddenly shattered with Maggie's howl of release.
It was all I could do just to ride out the thrashing climax, and every bruise and pulled hair would be well worth it. With a fond, almost chaste kiss to those delicate glands, I climbed up Maggie's body to grin down at her. “Better?”
++ Maggie ++
All I could do for long moments was hum wordlessly as my brain wrestled control away from my libido. Elizabeth kissed me softly, and feeling like a fairy tale princess, I stirred back to life. There was a new level of feeling here, the bond had deepened and strengthened. Elizabeth chuckled softly when I began to run my tongue inquisitively along her lips and teeth. Sensing the question, she allowed a small space between us so our eyes could meet.
“I like how I taste like on you.”
An altogether sexy grin played across Elizabeth's damp face and my heartrate jumped up like stomping on the accelerator. “So do I.”
All I could do was answer her with a breathtaking kiss before proceeding to lick her face clean. Never in a million years, could I have imagined Elizabeth Corday giggling like a kid, but I loved it. Our laughter turned into an impromptu wrestling match that I leapt into with enthusiasm. Soon Elizabeth was pinned and gradually gave into my wiry strength.
“Now that you have me, Doctor...” Elizabeth purred with a teasing grin on her face and I caught my breath unsteadily as she writhed sensuously beneath me. “What are you going to do with me?”
Like I was going to pass this opportunity. “Okay Liz, I can play this game. I wanted a chance to examine you properly anyway.”
“Oh did you now?”
++ Elizabeth ++
Ignoring my taunt, Maggie gathered both of my wrists in one powerful hand and pinned them just above my head. Vibrant dark eyes intent on their task, she began to trace every line and arch of my face. Mouth and fingers gently explored the curves of cheek and nose, the delicate surface of my trembling eyelids. It was relaxing, sexy and loving. I adored it, adored the way she made me feel, basked in it. When I tried to steal a kiss, Maggie flashed her best 'serious doctor' look. “No. You'll have to be patient.”
A faintly disappointed moan echoed up from my chest to tease Maggie's lips where they rested on my windpipe. Every muscle and tendon felt her gentle touch. Then she suddenly sank her teeth into the side of my throat and I cried out in ecstasy and surprise. I whined like a dominated animal as she insistently tormented the pulsing line of my vulnerable jugular vein with her mouth. There was something intently feral about having those sharp teeth close to where they could so easily take life. Particularly since I was fully aware of just how much damage she could do if she was intent on harming me. And, as much as I trusted her, animal fear drove my adrenaline higher, making my head spin. Then I relaxed I accepted that she would never really hurt me and my broken noises became those of desire again. A low growl from Maggie pushed me further towards madness.
++ Maggie ++
My journey continued across the delicate hollow at the base of Elizabeth's throat, followed by a quick nip at a shy clavicle, and open-mouthed kisses warming sternum and flat pectoral muscles. Soon I was memorizing the soft curve of breast, but studiously ignored the hardened nipples as well as her begging.
“Please Maggie... I need you...”
“Patience...”
Slowly, I worked my way across the barely hidden corrugated pattern of strong ribs, the firm expanse of belly and abdomen, leaving Elizabeth writhing and gasping. An evil thought occurred to me and before Elizabeth could do more than gasp in surprise, she was on her stomach with her wrists trapped firmly in the small of her back. “What the...”
Wet, suckling kisses outlined the terrain of Elizabeth's back and shoulders, leaving the smaller woman writhing and whimpering shamelessly. She tasted so good; I couldn't help by mark her hard. Eventually, I passed over her imprisoned wrists after placing a teasing lick on each fingertip. Elizabeth was moaning constantly now and desperation was making her sound downright animal-like. I doubt she even realized that she'd managed to arch those sexy hips arched up and who was I to keep my new girl waiting?
++ Elizabeth ++
Having that shockingly talented mouth so close to my most powerful need was driving me mad. Having my wrists imprisoned and my movements gently restrained was heightening my concentration on the sensations flashfiring through my nerves. I could take no active role in Maggie's lovemaking and it was a fierce turn-on.
Then I gasped and squealed in shocked pleasure when Maggie abruptly burrowed into the warm crevice between my asscheeks. That wicked tongue firmly stroked the exquisitely sensitive patch of flesh between my aching sex and anus. I couldn't help but jerk back into her hard enough to earn a grunt of what could have been surprise or pain. So that evil, tormenting mouth trailed lightly over the skin close, so close to where I needed her mouth so bad I was ready to sell my goddamn soul… and kissed the backs of my tense thighs. A wordless wail of protest shattered the heated air as I let loose my protest to the long, slow road she was leading me along. To draw out the torment for just a few more moments, Maggie leaned away to no doubt study her handiwork like the damn good doctor she was. I was wet, swollen, crazy, and could smell the intoxicating fragrance of my need all the way up here.
++ Maggie ++
“Please... please... please...”
How I adored making a woman beg! Quickly releasing Elizabeth's wrists, I dropped onto my back and wrapped both arms around her trembling thighs. A hoarse cry wrenched itself from her as I bodily shifted her onto my waiting mouth. I felt the pleasure roar along her nerves and explode from her in a broken scream of release. Unmerciful, I continued to suckle the aching focus of Elizabeth's pleasure even as she whimpered for mercy or more it was difficult to tell. She felt so damn good, hot and tangy, with sexy, soft folds and curves, that wiry brown hair tickling and scratching my skin as she danced on my face. Again that fucking energy gathered and Elizabeth whimpered almost like she was frightened, fingers clenched into my hair so tight that I was in fear of being scalped. I wanted to leave this woman with no defenses, no protocols, no rules, no sanity. I wanted to brand her sex drive as mine, if anyone dared touch her again; I wanted her to feel only me. My animal brain snarled and bared its teeth, a rumbling growl shaking my bones to vibrate into her quivering pussy. Like a creature freed from its cage, the climax was torn from Elizabeth with a scream that left her blind, mute and utterly helpless.
It was a long moment before I could think clearly enough to crawl up from between her shaking thighs and gather my sobbing lover into strong arms. Her sweaty, dark head was tucked into the hollow of my neck and shoulder before I spoke gently, “rest now, and I'll watch over you, lover.”
