Forbidden

Terri's full lips burned as she gently closed the door of the doctor's lounge behind her. Gradually her awareness of herself and her surroundings began to increase back towards normal, and she realised that the warmth was not limited only to her lips.

Suddenly mistrustful of her body's will to remain upright, Terri leaned heavily against a nearby wall, still less than a metre beyond the closed door, behind which she had left Mitch Stevens. Left him standing there alone, without even so much as a single backward glance.

It had been the most incredible kiss of her existence. It had begun softly, gently, quickly escalating. At its peak it was probing and insistent. It was the sort of kiss that left you without a single coherent thought in your head, beyond how amazing that single moment was. The sort of kiss that was all consuming, drawing two souls together in a desperate attempt to merge both into a single entity. The sort of kiss that had left her with the distinct feeling that Mitch wanted to possess her entirely.

It was the sort of kiss that left your body weak at the knees, made you cling to the other person. Partly out of physical necessity, but partly because you desperately wanted them to know that you longed to possess them too.

All too soon it had been over. Reluctantly, their lips had parted. Terri had stood perfectly still for a few moments, her mind capable of focusing on nothing but the taste of Mitch's lips, and the sensation of his tongue gliding and duelling with hers. Their bodies were still so close. Well within the boundaries of polite personal space. Terri drew in a long, tremulous breath, reveling in Mitch's unique, masculine scent.

Neither moved for a moment. Then Terri felt Mitch shift slightly. Felt him move to press his lips against her flushed forehead in a final, breathtakingly beautiful and utterly simple gesture. Finally rational thoughts began to return to Terri's mind. She was pulled reluctantly out of her foggy daze. Reality inconveniently began to intrude once more, willing Terri to turn and run, but her feet seemed not to have regained their connection to her brain, and she remained firmly rooted to the spot. She knew distantly that she should be feeling some sort of horror over what they had done, but still in her slightly drugged state, the illicit nature of their encounter served only to make her tremble more. The shock she had looked for to pull herself out of this situation once and for all, eluded her still.

In the end it took all of Terri's strength to pull herself out of the trance she had fallen into. Dimly she realised that she had to send this man home to his wife. This man that she loved with every fibre of her being and then some. This man, who, only a few seconds earlier, had been kissing her like she was the only woman in the world.

Terri knew that she had barely enough energy and strength left to try to pull herself away one more time. Mustering all the conviction she had, she finally turned and walked quickly to the door, still open from her entry a few minutes earlier.

She did not stop walking until the door was safely closed behind her, so afraid was she of her legs refusing to carry her from the room.

She did not look back at Mitch's face at all during her escape, partly not wanting to see the guilt and remorse that must be played out across his features. But mostly afraid that she might not see guilt or remorse there at all.

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Author's Notes: This story is set after the 2001 episode 'Life As We Know It'. Big thanks go to Martine, who drove out to my house in the middle of the night just to show me the amazing kiss. Heehee. ;)