Post by xthing1x on May 23, 2006 10:16:03 GMT 10
Author’s Note:
This will most likely be a WIP, covering a few key scenes throughout season twelve and adding in a bunch of my own. If not, I’ll just leave it as a one-shot. If you liked it, please review. Constructive criticism is of course welcome, but please remember, this was written for the sole purpose of having fun.
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Chapter One – Here With Me
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
-Dido “Here With Me”
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How could he possibly expect me to just sit here? I thought, staring at him throughout our now silent conversation. He’s practically begging me to send him an invitation upstairs. But for some strange, unforeseen reason, I couldn’t find the right words to appease the situation.
It wasn’t as if I didn’t want him to come up to my apartment, quite the contrary, and I think we both knew exactly what would happen if I did. For the fifth time that night I cursed myself for even mentioning the words ‘stay friends.’
I tilted my head slightly to one side as he moved his eyes from the front of the car back to me. Maybe he’ll say something, I thought excitedly. But I was highly disappointed. The car remained as quiet as it would have been had neither one of us occupied the front seats.
Finally, it was me who broke the at best awkward silence. “Would you like to-”
But I was cut off by the attack of his lips on mine. So much for making the first move, I thought. He snaked his hands behind my head, pulling me even closer as his tongue probed my lips. I was once again reminded that Luka Kovac was quite possibly the most amazing kisser to grace the planet. It took all that I had not to tear off his clothes right here in the car. Instead, I settled for climbing into his lap as we both succumbed to two weeks worth of pent-up sexual frustration.
“Abby,” He breathed after nearly fifteen minutes had passed. “W-what was it you were going to ask me?”
“What?” I answered, completely incredulous. Then it dawned on me that I was indeed going to ask him to come upstairs with me. “Oh, right…would you like to come up?”
He simply nodded his approval, working with the quick precision characteristic of the doctor that he was. In one swift motion, he swept me up into his arms and opened the car door.
“Luka, just let me walk,” I murmured. He didn’t pay me any attention as he carried me through the front door and up the stairs, still kissing my neck. “What if someone sees?”
“Let them see,” He replied huskily.
We finally made it to the front door of my apartment, despite the fact that he hadn’t ceased kissing me for the entire duration. I reached out to open the door, slamming it behind us after he had successfully stepped over the threshold.
He placed me back on the floor, quickly removing each of our coats and my blouse with surprising agility. He ran his hands up and down my back, and I couldn’t resist giggling when I realized, albeit failing miserably, what he was trying to accomplish. “It unhooks in the front,” I whispered playfully into his ear.
“Oh,” He replied, blushing slightly. Once he had corrected his mistake, I began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Abby, are you…do I need to?” I knew what he was trying to ask, and I was glad he did. I honestly couldn’t recall my last coherent thought, and contraception was certainly the furthest thing from my mind at this point.
“In the bathroom,” I replied. “Second draw from the left under the sink.” He nodded and after kissing me soundly, headed down the hall.
I closed my eyes, still reeling from what had just happened. ‘You’re about to have sex with Luka for the second time in a month,’ I thought to myself. But the oddest part was, there were no other thoughts accompanying that statement. There had only been one person on my mind for the last few months, and he was currently residing in my bathroom.
Luka returned after a few minutes, fully unclothed. He grinned, reaching out to unhook my hair as I unzipped my pants. What is it with men and hair anyway? As if to prove my point, he ran his hands through mine, kissing the skin his hands exposed.
“You’re so beautiful, Abby,” He breathed into my hair. I pressed my forehead against his, unsure of what to say. Those words meant more to me than anyone could ever begin to know. I took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and lead him to my room.
We fell back against my bed, our mouths reconnecting with just as much if not more passion than they had in the car. Our tongues danced as I ran my hands along his back, his still, not surprisingly, running through my hair.
Suddenly, a million thoughts were fluttering around my head. Making love with Luka had never felt so right, but I just had to be sure the feeling was mutual. Reluctantly, I pulled apart with a cross between a gasp and a moan.
“Do you really think we should be doing this?” I questioned breathlessly. He grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back, putting himself on top.
“I do,” He replied fervently, reclaiming my mouth with his. I responded readily, pouring all that I felt for him into that one, passionate kiss. I knew that was the only confirmation I would ever really need.
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“So I guess that’s it, then?” I asked, hours later. I lifted my head off his chest to look him in the eye.
“What’s it?” He replied, furrowing his brow in confusion.
“We’re back together.”
“Oh,” Realization dawned on him. He grinned playfully. “Yeah, we are.”
I grinned back. “I never thought that would happen.”
“Why not?”
“Well,” I sighed pensively. “You and I have never been very good at well…communication and I thought that the conversation we had after the plane crash was it for us.”
“I didn’t want it to be,” Luka replied softly, kissing my forehead. “I wanted to be with you even then, Abby.”
“I did, too,” I nodded. “I just didn’t know how to tell you, and I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.” We both fell into silence, contemplating what was said that night.
“We needed it, I think,” Luka stated after a few moments. “It gave us a chance to accept that this was what we wanted.”
I smiled, running my finger in lazy circles across his chest. “I think so, too.”
He reached over, grabbing my alarm clock from off my nightstand. “It’s almost five,” He said. “When are you on?”
I groaned. “Six.” He grinned mischievously. “What’s so funny?” I asked as he pulled the covers off his body and climbed out of bed.
“I’m on, too, so that’s just enough time to shower,” He said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of bed with him. “And for me to make breakfast.”
“In one hour?” I asked, quirking a single eyebrow.
“Well, we’ll just have to improvise, won’t we?” He whispered, nibbling on my earlobe. “We can shower together.”
How could I possibly refuse?
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So, what did you think? Should I leave it as a one-shot or continue? Please review.
This will most likely be a WIP, covering a few key scenes throughout season twelve and adding in a bunch of my own. If not, I’ll just leave it as a one-shot. If you liked it, please review. Constructive criticism is of course welcome, but please remember, this was written for the sole purpose of having fun.
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Chapter One – Here With Me
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
-Dido “Here With Me”
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
How could he possibly expect me to just sit here? I thought, staring at him throughout our now silent conversation. He’s practically begging me to send him an invitation upstairs. But for some strange, unforeseen reason, I couldn’t find the right words to appease the situation.
It wasn’t as if I didn’t want him to come up to my apartment, quite the contrary, and I think we both knew exactly what would happen if I did. For the fifth time that night I cursed myself for even mentioning the words ‘stay friends.’
I tilted my head slightly to one side as he moved his eyes from the front of the car back to me. Maybe he’ll say something, I thought excitedly. But I was highly disappointed. The car remained as quiet as it would have been had neither one of us occupied the front seats.
Finally, it was me who broke the at best awkward silence. “Would you like to-”
But I was cut off by the attack of his lips on mine. So much for making the first move, I thought. He snaked his hands behind my head, pulling me even closer as his tongue probed my lips. I was once again reminded that Luka Kovac was quite possibly the most amazing kisser to grace the planet. It took all that I had not to tear off his clothes right here in the car. Instead, I settled for climbing into his lap as we both succumbed to two weeks worth of pent-up sexual frustration.
“Abby,” He breathed after nearly fifteen minutes had passed. “W-what was it you were going to ask me?”
“What?” I answered, completely incredulous. Then it dawned on me that I was indeed going to ask him to come upstairs with me. “Oh, right…would you like to come up?”
He simply nodded his approval, working with the quick precision characteristic of the doctor that he was. In one swift motion, he swept me up into his arms and opened the car door.
“Luka, just let me walk,” I murmured. He didn’t pay me any attention as he carried me through the front door and up the stairs, still kissing my neck. “What if someone sees?”
“Let them see,” He replied huskily.
We finally made it to the front door of my apartment, despite the fact that he hadn’t ceased kissing me for the entire duration. I reached out to open the door, slamming it behind us after he had successfully stepped over the threshold.
He placed me back on the floor, quickly removing each of our coats and my blouse with surprising agility. He ran his hands up and down my back, and I couldn’t resist giggling when I realized, albeit failing miserably, what he was trying to accomplish. “It unhooks in the front,” I whispered playfully into his ear.
“Oh,” He replied, blushing slightly. Once he had corrected his mistake, I began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Abby, are you…do I need to?” I knew what he was trying to ask, and I was glad he did. I honestly couldn’t recall my last coherent thought, and contraception was certainly the furthest thing from my mind at this point.
“In the bathroom,” I replied. “Second draw from the left under the sink.” He nodded and after kissing me soundly, headed down the hall.
I closed my eyes, still reeling from what had just happened. ‘You’re about to have sex with Luka for the second time in a month,’ I thought to myself. But the oddest part was, there were no other thoughts accompanying that statement. There had only been one person on my mind for the last few months, and he was currently residing in my bathroom.
Luka returned after a few minutes, fully unclothed. He grinned, reaching out to unhook my hair as I unzipped my pants. What is it with men and hair anyway? As if to prove my point, he ran his hands through mine, kissing the skin his hands exposed.
“You’re so beautiful, Abby,” He breathed into my hair. I pressed my forehead against his, unsure of what to say. Those words meant more to me than anyone could ever begin to know. I took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and lead him to my room.
We fell back against my bed, our mouths reconnecting with just as much if not more passion than they had in the car. Our tongues danced as I ran my hands along his back, his still, not surprisingly, running through my hair.
Suddenly, a million thoughts were fluttering around my head. Making love with Luka had never felt so right, but I just had to be sure the feeling was mutual. Reluctantly, I pulled apart with a cross between a gasp and a moan.
“Do you really think we should be doing this?” I questioned breathlessly. He grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back, putting himself on top.
“I do,” He replied fervently, reclaiming my mouth with his. I responded readily, pouring all that I felt for him into that one, passionate kiss. I knew that was the only confirmation I would ever really need.
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“So I guess that’s it, then?” I asked, hours later. I lifted my head off his chest to look him in the eye.
“What’s it?” He replied, furrowing his brow in confusion.
“We’re back together.”
“Oh,” Realization dawned on him. He grinned playfully. “Yeah, we are.”
I grinned back. “I never thought that would happen.”
“Why not?”
“Well,” I sighed pensively. “You and I have never been very good at well…communication and I thought that the conversation we had after the plane crash was it for us.”
“I didn’t want it to be,” Luka replied softly, kissing my forehead. “I wanted to be with you even then, Abby.”
“I did, too,” I nodded. “I just didn’t know how to tell you, and I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.” We both fell into silence, contemplating what was said that night.
“We needed it, I think,” Luka stated after a few moments. “It gave us a chance to accept that this was what we wanted.”
I smiled, running my finger in lazy circles across his chest. “I think so, too.”
He reached over, grabbing my alarm clock from off my nightstand. “It’s almost five,” He said. “When are you on?”
I groaned. “Six.” He grinned mischievously. “What’s so funny?” I asked as he pulled the covers off his body and climbed out of bed.
“I’m on, too, so that’s just enough time to shower,” He said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of bed with him. “And for me to make breakfast.”
“In one hour?” I asked, quirking a single eyebrow.
“Well, we’ll just have to improvise, won’t we?” He whispered, nibbling on my earlobe. “We can shower together.”
How could I possibly refuse?
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So, what did you think? Should I leave it as a one-shot or continue? Please review.