Post by Andy on May 9, 2006 18:22:30 GMT 10
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just the same thing you read over and over again in every fic.
Warning: This takes place in Season 12, so if you don't know what happens it will ruin everything. And also there is explicit sexual contest in this version, if you don't want to read this one there is a much lighter one in Fanfiction.net. Click here for that version!.
This is my first fic so...
Anyway, I want to thank Eva Cale for her support and help with this fic. And also Kira (lubylover319) for her help as well with grammar mistakes. English isn't my main language so I do apologize for any mistakes I might've missed. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! Please review!
Chapter One: Unspoken Desires
Sydney died. She shouldn't have died. Why didn't we stop it from happening? I shouldn't have listened to Clemente. I shouldn't have let this happen! God, why didn't I push in the saline…? As I walk from the ER into the ambulance bay all I can think of is her. The face she had when she was rolled in, her look when she spoke with her mother over the phone. Her heart in my hands… I shouldn't have to do that at all! Not with kids. Nobody should. She should have been playing with dolls not playing harlot with that psycho. And then I can only think of Luka. The anger wells inside of me. He just left me to handle the case all by myself.
I start walking to the El, oblivious to the people and cars around me. I’m too focused on the whole evening. I'm angry. Angry at Clemente, Luka and myself. I'm not going to shout at Clemente or feel miserable by myself. I head out of the El and begin to walk. And it's then I realize where I am. In front of Luka's apartment. Why am I here? And how did I get here? So is this who I want to shout at?
I get into the elevator and back out. I hear the bell ring. I wait, fidgeting. No answer. And I do it again and again. Maybe he is not home. I should've known. Probably out drinking. Maybe I just need a hot bath. I begin to walk back to the elevator when I hear the door open. I look around and there he is. Looking rather worn out. Is it sick that I’m pleased to see that?
"Hey" he says.
And I just "Hey" him back.
"Wanna come in?" I nod.
I walk down the stairs into his apartment. Where do I start? And then I just say
"You didn't, you didn't go to the debriefing?"
"Did you?"
"Yeah, it was just me, Eve and Clemente."
"Are you hungry? I've got some pizza, if you want I can warm it up in the microwave?"
No, of course I'm not hungry. Why does he think I'm here? Well, to start with I'm not sure why I'm here. So I cut him off and say
"No, I'm not hungry"
He just says ok. I guess he realizes something is wrong because after that I stay quiet and he had no better idea than to ask me if I'm mad about something. I stare at him and I can't quite believe he just asked that. Of course, I'm mad! Where has he been all day? But I guess I think better of it and say:
"What do you think?"
"Yes, look I didn't need to go to the debriefing."
What?! God, that’s not what this is about! I say:
"I don't care about that!"
He just doesn’t get it because the next thing I know he is asking me what I’m talking about. Oh my God I can't believe this. Do I have to tell him? I just can't say it… Crap, I guess I will have to explain it all to him. And I begin… it's like a dam, I just opened the water flow and now I don't think I'm going to be able to stop it.
"I'm talking about you and Clemente and whatever is going on between the two of you. If you want to get into a pissing match with him, that's fine. Just leave me out of it."
He just has to say it, doesn't he?
“He was wrong”
What the hell! So is that what this is about? Jesus. He really doesn’t get it and now I’m getting way too emotional and I hate it.
"Oh yeah… And that's the most important thing, isn't it? He was wrong and you were right. And while you were arguing about it the little girl died… As if she hadn't suffered enough."
I just did it. I said it. I can't believe I did. I guess I just blamed him for everything that happened tonight… but I can't just stop here… Now I’m almost crying… I can’t look at him but I have to say it…
"God, she was 10 years old Luka! And he had her for months and I just…"
Damn it, I can’t cry in front of him, but I was only gone for a few hours. Months? It makes me sick to think about it.
"I just… I just can't stop thinking about what she must've gone through and I can't stop thinking about how afraid she must've been and I can't stop thinking about why we couldn't save her"
And now I'm crying. I can't stop, and he is walking towards me looking guilty and concerned. What does he think he's doing?
"I just…"
And he takes my face in his hands and makes me look at him. I have to close my eyes. I don't want him to see the tears. When I open them again he is just inches away. And he finally kisses me. Tender. Gentle. And without thinking I kiss him back. Oh my God! I'm kissing Luka! Those lips, that feeling! I can't believe he is actually kissing me! And I'm kissing him back! Why?! This isn't what was supposed to happen. He brushes his lips against mine and I have to open my eyes, I can't leave them shut forever. I look into his eyes expecting an answer for what has just happened. Is he out of his mind? And then I see it. The tender, compassionate look. There was no other way. He just explained, with his lips, what he couldn’t vocalize. And I get it. And just like that, I forgive him. And then I can see the corner of his mouth flicker into a small smile and I just can't help it and do the same.
He stared at me for what seems like an eternity. Contemplating. And I’m squirming under his intense gaze but I can’t look away. I don't know what to say. What should I say? He just kissed me! Though I did kiss him back. I can't do this. He moves his hands and caresses my cheek. It feels warm and comforting. And it's then when I realize where my right hand is. I just moved it to his waist and I didn't even notice it! He bends down again to kiss me. But this kiss isn't like the one before. This one is purposeful… intense. Passionate. His tongue is probing my mouth and I just can’t help but welcome it. My arms move behind his head and I can feel his hands moving downwards to my waist to embrace me and pull me closer. His heart is beating against my chest. It's pounding really hard and mine seems to be about to explode out of my own. After a while, I realize what I'm doing and I just have to stop this. I came to talk about Sydney not to make out with Luka. So I gently push him away.
I look again to his eyes. And he looks back at me. We are still standing rather close and I can't seem to find any words. What is there to say? Why did he kiss me? Why did I kiss him? I guess I'm not the only one thinking that because he speaks:
"I… Abby, look… I'm sorry about what happened today with Sydney. I really am, but I…"
He has tears in his eyes now. And this time… I kiss him. I want to let him know it’s okay. I understand. I know he’s in pain too. He is taken aback by my sudden kiss but moments later I can feel him kissing me harder than before. His hands are under my shirt and making their way up. My hands are moving too and it looks like they have a mind of their own as they travel down to his waist pulling his shirt from the hem of his pants. He must be thinking something similar as his hands are suddenly removing my coat. I can't believe this is happening. What are we doing? Should I stop him? I can't… this feels to good, and so right. Besides I was the one that started this kiss. So I let him kiss me harder and reluctantly pull away to let him pull my shirt over my head. He’s leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, onto my chest. I undo his own shirt and as I touch his bare chest the his familiar heat from his body warms my fingers. We finally part from the kiss and look at each other again.
I have to say something. I can't let him think that I'm here for this!
"Luka… I…"
My voice betrays me… I don’t seem to find the words… So he moves his fingers to my lips and touches them softly. His eyes are asking me a question that he is afraid of asking. And as I still can't find the words I just nod in agreement to the unasked question. He pulls me into an embrace and I just let him hold me. I look up to him and he kisses me. I move my hands again to the back of his neck and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively. Pushing my hair to the side, he’s nibbling at my neck. He’s walking towards the stairs. What? We’re going to his bedroom? Bad idea! But I just can't stop kissing him; this feels too good to stop him. Half way up, I find myself pressed against the wall. Jesus, he feels so good. As he makes his way up I can feel his kiss deepen and I feel my doubts receding quickly.
We reach his bedroom just moments later. He puts me down and I can feel his bed against the back of my legs. His shirt falls to the floor and I feel his hands on my back, fingers playing with my bra. And then I quickly tumble to the bed. He’s above me, his firm chest pressed against mine. I pull him closer. My hands are in his hair, and then I hear myself groan as he pulls away. He grins as I sit up and he pulls me in again. His lips are on my neck and then on my shoulder… and his hands are on my back. And then I have no bra, and my hands are on his belt. Why do I have the need to undress him? Why do I have the need to feel his body against mine? He begins kissing me again, first the mouth, then my neck and he moves slowly to my shoulder… he is moving further down and I can feel his lips on my chest, and then he kisses my left breast before taking it in his mouth. I can feel his tongue playing with my nipple and I just can’t help but moan in pleasure. I need him now. I don't remember the last time I wanted to have him so close. Well, I do actually. When he came back from Africa. I just wanted to have him close and never let him go.
And here I am, he is kissing my breast and I’m removing his pants. This is why I could never be a surgeon. My hands tremble when I’m nervous. He kicks off his shoes, as do I and then he’s on top of me again. His lips keep moving down and I can feel him now on my belly. His hands are on my pants and he’s unbuttoning them deftly. Instinctively, I lift my hips and he peels them off. He moves slowly on top of me. Where did his pants go? I can feel his naked legs against mine and I can feel him hard against me. He touches my cheek again and then he bends down to kiss me.
His mouth is so inviting right now. I play with his tongue and feel his lips against mine. I move my hands around his back and feel his warm touch. He pulls away, resting his weight on his elbows, staring down at me and I feel naked under his gaze. Never mind that I actually am. And then he does something that makes me remember how incredibly tender he can be. He kisses my forehead protectively. Then my eyelids and then the tip of my nose. Then I can feel his lips on my earlobe, and then his tongue. Oh my God… I can't believe this… and I let out a soft moan. He must feel good about that because I know he is smiling. He keeps moving not wanting to stop now, and I can feel him warm breath against my neck. His tongue making patterns down to my breast. And then his lips brush against my hardened nipple and my back arches instinctively. His hands are roaming down my body and settle on my panties. He slides his hand inside and feels my wetness. He looks up and smiles at me as if he’s accomplished something important. I grin back in approval. I don't want him to stop but I just need to see his face. I can't believe this… I'm in bed with Luka! I never thought this was going to happen again. I mean, I might've wanted it to happen now and then but… I actually never thought it was possible. Something was always between us. But not tonight. I just don't want to think about anything I want to feel him and touch him. And that's what I do. I let him kiss my belly again and then my panties are gone and his hands move to my thigh. His mouth travels between my legs. I move my hands to his hair, and I arch my back letting him ravage me with his tongue. But it’s not enough. And I so want him inside me! We need a condom and now!
He must've thought the same because he pulls away and looks at me. Then he slowly moves to his nightstand and opens the drawer. He opens and starts to put it on, but I stop him. I want the honors. His eyes flutter closed as I caress him with my hand, gently stroking him. Sure it’s been years, but I still remember how to drive him crazy. I have to kiss him, I can’t help it. And my tongue is the one playing now. I can sense his urgency and pull away. I push him down onto the bed and now I’m on top. In control. He has desperate eyes that plead with me, but I don’t acquiesce. I lean against his chest and begin kissing his neck slowly. Then I’m kissing his chest and his hands are on my back. I missed this. I don't think I ever realized how much I missed this till now. How did I ever let him go?
As I’m kissing his stomach and making my way lower he can’t take it anymore. He grabs my shoulders and flips me over. He hovers above me, seeking permission with his eyes. Permission granted. He enters me ever so slowly without breaking eye contact. God, he’s hard. This just feels great and he must be thinking the same. He’s resting his weight on his elbows, our eyes locked with desire. His thrusts are very deliberate. Slow and deep. He’s driving me crazy and he knows it. I can feel the perspiration on his back and I pull him closer, tighter. I want to feel his body pressed against mine. Arching my back, I lift my hips urging him closer. My body is begging him to take me. His face is determined, his lips pursed, but I can see the beads of sweat on his face and his intense gaze is starting to falter as he slowly succumbs to the desire. He’s starting to lose control and he’s speeding up. He expertly, slides his hand underneath my knee and lifts my leg higher, giving him better access. I’m moaning without restraint now, as he impales me. Faster. His soft grunts push me closer to the edge. His thrusts are speeding up and I’m digging my nails into his back… Oh my God, I don't think I can hold it any longer. I'm about to burst… the heat is concentrating and concentrating… and I’m on the brink… and then… I come and I can feel myself contracting and tightening around him, urging him to do the same and with a deep, earthy, groan I feel him come inside me and it prolongs my ecstasy. With a soft moan of satisfaction, he collapses on top of me, and after a minute he pulls himself next to me. I'm smiling, I can't stop smiling and though I'm afraid to look at him in the eyes I do. The look on his face makes me melt. Gently he pulls me into his arms and kissing me tenderly. I kiss him back and close my eyes.
I'm not sure how long we just lay in bed kissing each other but after a while I realize I'm kind of cold. So we get under the covers. He is looking at me again and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say. What is there to say? I just had sex with Luka for God's sake! Why did I do that? Because you wanted to, my head replies. Ok, so maybe I did want to, but still… I'm not sure if this is the best thing right now. While my head seems to be thinking a thousand things at the same time Luka manages to say something:
"Abby…"
I just say…
"Yeah…?"
"I know this isn't what you expected when you came tonight but I'm really happy you are just here."
I have to smile at that… and he is smiling back. Oh, that beautiful smile! How did I miss that smile… Suddenly he’s kissing me again and I have to kiss him back. I move slowly on top of him. I begin to kiss his neck and lick his earlobe softly. He loved when I used to do that. I guess he still loves it because I could hear a small gasp. I'm moving downwards to his chest. My hands are all over him and his hands are caressing my back. I can feel as a bolt of electricity is passing through my spine. I just can't stop now so I keep moving to his waistline. I look up to him and he’s smiling. My tongue begins to play with his hardness and I'm now officially hot again. His hands move to my hair and while I take him completely in he just has to moan. Oh my God! I thought he was hard before but as I have him inside I realize he can be even more. He’s about to come, and he grabs me by the shoulder making me look up. A second later, he has flipped me over again and he’s kissing me so hard I can't find the words to describe it. And he is in… Oh Crap! This feels great! He’s moving faster and faster every second… I'm not sure for how long this is going to last. He was about to come just a minute before and I'm not that far away myself! I think my mind went blank for a while there, because the next thing I know I can feel him coming and I explode in pleasure. And I'm moaning and he is also. That was unbelievable! I don't remember the last time it felt so good. I'm exhausted. He must be too because the next thing I know he’s holding me close.
Warning: This takes place in Season 12, so if you don't know what happens it will ruin everything. And also there is explicit sexual contest in this version, if you don't want to read this one there is a much lighter one in Fanfiction.net. Click here for that version!.
This is my first fic so...
Anyway, I want to thank Eva Cale for her support and help with this fic. And also Kira (lubylover319) for her help as well with grammar mistakes. English isn't my main language so I do apologize for any mistakes I might've missed. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! Please review!
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Chapter One: Unspoken Desires
Sydney died. She shouldn't have died. Why didn't we stop it from happening? I shouldn't have listened to Clemente. I shouldn't have let this happen! God, why didn't I push in the saline…? As I walk from the ER into the ambulance bay all I can think of is her. The face she had when she was rolled in, her look when she spoke with her mother over the phone. Her heart in my hands… I shouldn't have to do that at all! Not with kids. Nobody should. She should have been playing with dolls not playing harlot with that psycho. And then I can only think of Luka. The anger wells inside of me. He just left me to handle the case all by myself.
I start walking to the El, oblivious to the people and cars around me. I’m too focused on the whole evening. I'm angry. Angry at Clemente, Luka and myself. I'm not going to shout at Clemente or feel miserable by myself. I head out of the El and begin to walk. And it's then I realize where I am. In front of Luka's apartment. Why am I here? And how did I get here? So is this who I want to shout at?
I get into the elevator and back out. I hear the bell ring. I wait, fidgeting. No answer. And I do it again and again. Maybe he is not home. I should've known. Probably out drinking. Maybe I just need a hot bath. I begin to walk back to the elevator when I hear the door open. I look around and there he is. Looking rather worn out. Is it sick that I’m pleased to see that?
"Hey" he says.
And I just "Hey" him back.
"Wanna come in?" I nod.
I walk down the stairs into his apartment. Where do I start? And then I just say
"You didn't, you didn't go to the debriefing?"
"Did you?"
"Yeah, it was just me, Eve and Clemente."
"Are you hungry? I've got some pizza, if you want I can warm it up in the microwave?"
No, of course I'm not hungry. Why does he think I'm here? Well, to start with I'm not sure why I'm here. So I cut him off and say
"No, I'm not hungry"
He just says ok. I guess he realizes something is wrong because after that I stay quiet and he had no better idea than to ask me if I'm mad about something. I stare at him and I can't quite believe he just asked that. Of course, I'm mad! Where has he been all day? But I guess I think better of it and say:
"What do you think?"
"Yes, look I didn't need to go to the debriefing."
What?! God, that’s not what this is about! I say:
"I don't care about that!"
He just doesn’t get it because the next thing I know he is asking me what I’m talking about. Oh my God I can't believe this. Do I have to tell him? I just can't say it… Crap, I guess I will have to explain it all to him. And I begin… it's like a dam, I just opened the water flow and now I don't think I'm going to be able to stop it.
"I'm talking about you and Clemente and whatever is going on between the two of you. If you want to get into a pissing match with him, that's fine. Just leave me out of it."
He just has to say it, doesn't he?
“He was wrong”
What the hell! So is that what this is about? Jesus. He really doesn’t get it and now I’m getting way too emotional and I hate it.
"Oh yeah… And that's the most important thing, isn't it? He was wrong and you were right. And while you were arguing about it the little girl died… As if she hadn't suffered enough."
I just did it. I said it. I can't believe I did. I guess I just blamed him for everything that happened tonight… but I can't just stop here… Now I’m almost crying… I can’t look at him but I have to say it…
"God, she was 10 years old Luka! And he had her for months and I just…"
Damn it, I can’t cry in front of him, but I was only gone for a few hours. Months? It makes me sick to think about it.
"I just… I just can't stop thinking about what she must've gone through and I can't stop thinking about how afraid she must've been and I can't stop thinking about why we couldn't save her"
And now I'm crying. I can't stop, and he is walking towards me looking guilty and concerned. What does he think he's doing?
"I just…"
And he takes my face in his hands and makes me look at him. I have to close my eyes. I don't want him to see the tears. When I open them again he is just inches away. And he finally kisses me. Tender. Gentle. And without thinking I kiss him back. Oh my God! I'm kissing Luka! Those lips, that feeling! I can't believe he is actually kissing me! And I'm kissing him back! Why?! This isn't what was supposed to happen. He brushes his lips against mine and I have to open my eyes, I can't leave them shut forever. I look into his eyes expecting an answer for what has just happened. Is he out of his mind? And then I see it. The tender, compassionate look. There was no other way. He just explained, with his lips, what he couldn’t vocalize. And I get it. And just like that, I forgive him. And then I can see the corner of his mouth flicker into a small smile and I just can't help it and do the same.
He stared at me for what seems like an eternity. Contemplating. And I’m squirming under his intense gaze but I can’t look away. I don't know what to say. What should I say? He just kissed me! Though I did kiss him back. I can't do this. He moves his hands and caresses my cheek. It feels warm and comforting. And it's then when I realize where my right hand is. I just moved it to his waist and I didn't even notice it! He bends down again to kiss me. But this kiss isn't like the one before. This one is purposeful… intense. Passionate. His tongue is probing my mouth and I just can’t help but welcome it. My arms move behind his head and I can feel his hands moving downwards to my waist to embrace me and pull me closer. His heart is beating against my chest. It's pounding really hard and mine seems to be about to explode out of my own. After a while, I realize what I'm doing and I just have to stop this. I came to talk about Sydney not to make out with Luka. So I gently push him away.
I look again to his eyes. And he looks back at me. We are still standing rather close and I can't seem to find any words. What is there to say? Why did he kiss me? Why did I kiss him? I guess I'm not the only one thinking that because he speaks:
"I… Abby, look… I'm sorry about what happened today with Sydney. I really am, but I…"
He has tears in his eyes now. And this time… I kiss him. I want to let him know it’s okay. I understand. I know he’s in pain too. He is taken aback by my sudden kiss but moments later I can feel him kissing me harder than before. His hands are under my shirt and making their way up. My hands are moving too and it looks like they have a mind of their own as they travel down to his waist pulling his shirt from the hem of his pants. He must be thinking something similar as his hands are suddenly removing my coat. I can't believe this is happening. What are we doing? Should I stop him? I can't… this feels to good, and so right. Besides I was the one that started this kiss. So I let him kiss me harder and reluctantly pull away to let him pull my shirt over my head. He’s leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, onto my chest. I undo his own shirt and as I touch his bare chest the his familiar heat from his body warms my fingers. We finally part from the kiss and look at each other again.
I have to say something. I can't let him think that I'm here for this!
"Luka… I…"
My voice betrays me… I don’t seem to find the words… So he moves his fingers to my lips and touches them softly. His eyes are asking me a question that he is afraid of asking. And as I still can't find the words I just nod in agreement to the unasked question. He pulls me into an embrace and I just let him hold me. I look up to him and he kisses me. I move my hands again to the back of his neck and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively. Pushing my hair to the side, he’s nibbling at my neck. He’s walking towards the stairs. What? We’re going to his bedroom? Bad idea! But I just can't stop kissing him; this feels too good to stop him. Half way up, I find myself pressed against the wall. Jesus, he feels so good. As he makes his way up I can feel his kiss deepen and I feel my doubts receding quickly.
We reach his bedroom just moments later. He puts me down and I can feel his bed against the back of my legs. His shirt falls to the floor and I feel his hands on my back, fingers playing with my bra. And then I quickly tumble to the bed. He’s above me, his firm chest pressed against mine. I pull him closer. My hands are in his hair, and then I hear myself groan as he pulls away. He grins as I sit up and he pulls me in again. His lips are on my neck and then on my shoulder… and his hands are on my back. And then I have no bra, and my hands are on his belt. Why do I have the need to undress him? Why do I have the need to feel his body against mine? He begins kissing me again, first the mouth, then my neck and he moves slowly to my shoulder… he is moving further down and I can feel his lips on my chest, and then he kisses my left breast before taking it in his mouth. I can feel his tongue playing with my nipple and I just can’t help but moan in pleasure. I need him now. I don't remember the last time I wanted to have him so close. Well, I do actually. When he came back from Africa. I just wanted to have him close and never let him go.
And here I am, he is kissing my breast and I’m removing his pants. This is why I could never be a surgeon. My hands tremble when I’m nervous. He kicks off his shoes, as do I and then he’s on top of me again. His lips keep moving down and I can feel him now on my belly. His hands are on my pants and he’s unbuttoning them deftly. Instinctively, I lift my hips and he peels them off. He moves slowly on top of me. Where did his pants go? I can feel his naked legs against mine and I can feel him hard against me. He touches my cheek again and then he bends down to kiss me.
His mouth is so inviting right now. I play with his tongue and feel his lips against mine. I move my hands around his back and feel his warm touch. He pulls away, resting his weight on his elbows, staring down at me and I feel naked under his gaze. Never mind that I actually am. And then he does something that makes me remember how incredibly tender he can be. He kisses my forehead protectively. Then my eyelids and then the tip of my nose. Then I can feel his lips on my earlobe, and then his tongue. Oh my God… I can't believe this… and I let out a soft moan. He must feel good about that because I know he is smiling. He keeps moving not wanting to stop now, and I can feel him warm breath against my neck. His tongue making patterns down to my breast. And then his lips brush against my hardened nipple and my back arches instinctively. His hands are roaming down my body and settle on my panties. He slides his hand inside and feels my wetness. He looks up and smiles at me as if he’s accomplished something important. I grin back in approval. I don't want him to stop but I just need to see his face. I can't believe this… I'm in bed with Luka! I never thought this was going to happen again. I mean, I might've wanted it to happen now and then but… I actually never thought it was possible. Something was always between us. But not tonight. I just don't want to think about anything I want to feel him and touch him. And that's what I do. I let him kiss my belly again and then my panties are gone and his hands move to my thigh. His mouth travels between my legs. I move my hands to his hair, and I arch my back letting him ravage me with his tongue. But it’s not enough. And I so want him inside me! We need a condom and now!
He must've thought the same because he pulls away and looks at me. Then he slowly moves to his nightstand and opens the drawer. He opens and starts to put it on, but I stop him. I want the honors. His eyes flutter closed as I caress him with my hand, gently stroking him. Sure it’s been years, but I still remember how to drive him crazy. I have to kiss him, I can’t help it. And my tongue is the one playing now. I can sense his urgency and pull away. I push him down onto the bed and now I’m on top. In control. He has desperate eyes that plead with me, but I don’t acquiesce. I lean against his chest and begin kissing his neck slowly. Then I’m kissing his chest and his hands are on my back. I missed this. I don't think I ever realized how much I missed this till now. How did I ever let him go?
As I’m kissing his stomach and making my way lower he can’t take it anymore. He grabs my shoulders and flips me over. He hovers above me, seeking permission with his eyes. Permission granted. He enters me ever so slowly without breaking eye contact. God, he’s hard. This just feels great and he must be thinking the same. He’s resting his weight on his elbows, our eyes locked with desire. His thrusts are very deliberate. Slow and deep. He’s driving me crazy and he knows it. I can feel the perspiration on his back and I pull him closer, tighter. I want to feel his body pressed against mine. Arching my back, I lift my hips urging him closer. My body is begging him to take me. His face is determined, his lips pursed, but I can see the beads of sweat on his face and his intense gaze is starting to falter as he slowly succumbs to the desire. He’s starting to lose control and he’s speeding up. He expertly, slides his hand underneath my knee and lifts my leg higher, giving him better access. I’m moaning without restraint now, as he impales me. Faster. His soft grunts push me closer to the edge. His thrusts are speeding up and I’m digging my nails into his back… Oh my God, I don't think I can hold it any longer. I'm about to burst… the heat is concentrating and concentrating… and I’m on the brink… and then… I come and I can feel myself contracting and tightening around him, urging him to do the same and with a deep, earthy, groan I feel him come inside me and it prolongs my ecstasy. With a soft moan of satisfaction, he collapses on top of me, and after a minute he pulls himself next to me. I'm smiling, I can't stop smiling and though I'm afraid to look at him in the eyes I do. The look on his face makes me melt. Gently he pulls me into his arms and kissing me tenderly. I kiss him back and close my eyes.
I'm not sure how long we just lay in bed kissing each other but after a while I realize I'm kind of cold. So we get under the covers. He is looking at me again and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say. What is there to say? I just had sex with Luka for God's sake! Why did I do that? Because you wanted to, my head replies. Ok, so maybe I did want to, but still… I'm not sure if this is the best thing right now. While my head seems to be thinking a thousand things at the same time Luka manages to say something:
"Abby…"
I just say…
"Yeah…?"
"I know this isn't what you expected when you came tonight but I'm really happy you are just here."
I have to smile at that… and he is smiling back. Oh, that beautiful smile! How did I miss that smile… Suddenly he’s kissing me again and I have to kiss him back. I move slowly on top of him. I begin to kiss his neck and lick his earlobe softly. He loved when I used to do that. I guess he still loves it because I could hear a small gasp. I'm moving downwards to his chest. My hands are all over him and his hands are caressing my back. I can feel as a bolt of electricity is passing through my spine. I just can't stop now so I keep moving to his waistline. I look up to him and he’s smiling. My tongue begins to play with his hardness and I'm now officially hot again. His hands move to my hair and while I take him completely in he just has to moan. Oh my God! I thought he was hard before but as I have him inside I realize he can be even more. He’s about to come, and he grabs me by the shoulder making me look up. A second later, he has flipped me over again and he’s kissing me so hard I can't find the words to describe it. And he is in… Oh Crap! This feels great! He’s moving faster and faster every second… I'm not sure for how long this is going to last. He was about to come just a minute before and I'm not that far away myself! I think my mind went blank for a while there, because the next thing I know I can feel him coming and I explode in pleasure. And I'm moaning and he is also. That was unbelievable! I don't remember the last time it felt so good. I'm exhausted. He must be too because the next thing I know he’s holding me close.